Take Two: For Charmeleon
Our pubescent female trainer Melody had been laying around with her pokemon for hours. She might have been able to handle being outside in the rain long enough to reach the gym. However, she knew her pokemon weren't strong enough and there was no way she would train them right now. She was waiting out the rain. And in being the teenager she was there was nothing else she could do. Naturally she continued the laying about in her room.
Her pokemon weren't as content to do that. After a while they started getting restless. Her Charmeleon, Nincada and Sentret - nicknamed Guy, Nickel and Noodle, respectively - exercised and did something almost like sparring off with each other. Oh, the glorious and violent ways their owner had brought them up in.
"You wanna train in here? That's cool. Just - be careful of the … posters. Oh! And all the dolls. Well, oh, whatever, who needs the dolls? Erm, I guess I could give them to my sister, though. … Whatever. … Was that four swipes, Nickel? I'm proud of you! Ooh. Nice, Noo - Whoa, Guy, whoa! You - I'll … never get used to that."
Her eyes bugged out, although her eyes looked nothing like those of her actual bug pokemon. It was so much better than a train wreck, the way Melody couldn't take her eyes off …
"I think we need to get you some pants." She smirked at the skeptical look she received from her Charmeleon. "Okay, maybe some torn denim shorts. That way you'll still look edgy. Sound good?"
Guy gave a noncommittal grunt.
Concluding that the walking in the rain to and from the clothing store - or the mall, or wherever she ended up - would clear her head, Melody shrugged on her coat. She just couldn't take the nakedness anymore. It was distracting. And she was hormo - It was just - He was just - Oh, she could already feel the … cold, cold rain.
[To Be Continued … Only In Your Imagination]