The weekend was over for now and it was back to the League to assume my day position and live in that lonely atmosphere. Being one of the Elite's isn't all that it's cut out to be. I rarely get any challengers since not many of the trainers get past Koga, and even if they do somehow manage to advance to my arena, they're not exactly in a friendly mood after their defeat. My co Elite's are so damn absorbed into their Pokemon that their not exactly very social. But who needs em'. Socializing with them is as fun as staring at a brick. Everyone here is so bland with their attitudes. I mean, Pokemon this, Pokemon that, nice weather we're having, blah blah blah. I've heard it all before people, shut your traps. I guess I'm better off alone.
"Come on out guys." I said as I unleashed my Pokemon out of their poke balls for some small company. My Umbreon stretched in his feline fashion and then came to rub against my legs to show appreciation. I patted his head and scratched under his chin to let em' know I love the little guy. "You're so cute." My other Pokemon saw this and approached me in order to get in on the loving. My team consists of Umbreon, Honchkrow, Weavile, Houndoom, Absol, and Tyrannitar. All of them get bad reps in the real world but I know that these sweethearts are as tame as they get. For instance, my Absol. Way back when I was a girl my parents and I were driving in route 43 to spend our summer in a Cabin in Lake of Rage like we always did. Of course, my dad just had to be drinking. We didn't think anything of it because my dad always drank and drove and nothing ever happened. I mean, my mother lightly warned him but he always managed to pull through and prove her wrong. But of course, this time it was different. I was in the back seat observing outside my window in awe at the scenery. There were lots of Pokemon we passed by like Noctowls, and Furrets. But one Pokemon I had never seen before began to follow us midway through. It was Absol. I didn't say anything although I should've. Maybe my parents would have stopped the car and everything would have turned out differently. But while Absol was trailing us my dad finally got us into that car wreck everyo was predicting. My mother died in that car and everything changed for me after that. While we were waiting for the paramedics, Absol approached us trying to convey some solace. However, my father proceeded to blame him for the disaster that just happened to us. I knew different though. Absol was trying to warn us. He's been with me ever since.
My phone rang and the caller I.D displayed "Goldenrod Rehabilitation Services". I knew it was my dad. He's been in and out of rehab and he occasionally calls to see how his only daughter is doing.
"Hello?"
"Karen! Princess! How are you?"
"I'm doing good daddy, everything on this side is A O.K. What about you, though? What gives with the surprise call?"
"Well I needed to hear the voice of an Angel for once while I'm cooped up in this delirium. Everyone in here is a nut, I tell ya!"
"You're in there too, wouldn't that make you a nut then? Hahaha"
"When I start threatening to stab someone over nacho's, then you can call me a nut. Till then, I think I'm functional."
My dad and I talked for a good minute about our lives and how much we missed each other. I really do though. I'm all alone as an only child with no mom. Him having to be locked up in a rehabilitation center for his alcohol problem is just icing on the cake. There really is no one for me now. I walk alone, come home alone, and spend most of my life alone. Except when I'm at the club of course.
"Alright daddy, take care of yourself okay? I don't want to hear that you tried to filtrate the rubbing alcohol again."
"Of course, princess. You know they lied on me."
"Mm. Well see you. I love you!"
"I love you too. Take care!"
Click. That was that. After a few hours of no challengers it was lunch time so I returned all my Pokemon into their poke balls and decided to go eat outside today, surrounded by all the pretty flowers with colorful sepals that are growing right outside. There was a small table with a white patio umbrella looming over it. Just the spot I needed. Someone else decided that they were in the mood for fresh air too because Bruno was outside in the garden sparring with his Hitmonchan. I took a seat and watched him as I ate my tuna sandwich piece. I've always thought Bruno was a real hunk. But can ya blame a girl? He's always shirtless and barefoot and on top of that, he's got the body of a magazine model. Maybe even better. It's too bad his head is always in the clouds. It doesn't seem like he thinks about anything but fighting, training, and Pokemon. What a waste of man.
He stopped his sparring match for a minute and noticed me sitting across from him. He walked towards me while his Hitmonchan stayed behind and practiced some of his punches.
"Mind if I sit?" Bruno asked me in his gruff voice. He was out of breath and all sweaty from his little exercise. You could see droplets slowly inching their way down his forehead.
"Of course not, honey." I told him as I handed him a napkin so that he could wipe the sweat off his face.
"Thanks." He said as he dabbed it on his forehead.
"No problem. Ya like tuna, sug?"
"Sure do."
"Here, have some then. I packed two of em."
"Thanks Karen. Your too sweet." He flashed a warm smile while simultaneously taking a deep breath. You could tell the man was tired. His chest protruded every time he inhaled for some air.
"Ha. It's not the best sandwich but I have a feeling it'll rejuvenate all those calories you just burned babe."
"Don't be modest. This is great. Better than the crap I make for myself."
"That's why every man needs a good woman at his side. To fill in where he lacks sometimes" I smirked and told him in a joking manner.
"No kidding. And my mom resigned from cooking for me a while ago so I guess I should start my hunt soon." He chuckled a little while saying that.
"Of course, sug! There's no time to waste! But believe me, you won't have to look to far. Girls are always flinging themselves at you."
"Yeah. I guess. But ya know, I wouldn't be a good boyfriend. None of them peak my interest. All I want is to train with my Pokemon and battle. Right now, I live for the thrill of competition."
"Tisk, tisk. Tell me something I don't know." I flipped my hair and turned to look at Hitmonchan training in the garden.
"If only we could get on their levels, huh?" I said, sort of absent minded.
"Who's level?" Bruno asked while he munched on the sandwich that I gave him.
"The Pokemon's. As good as a fighter you are, your Hitmonchan is one step ahead of ya." I said.
Bruno sort of stiffened and didn't say anything after that comment. I could tell that I offended him and had to explain myself better to get out of this one. Me and my big mouth...