THE Notebook
Chapter 3
I'm back! Sorry, shorter chapter this time, but I am working on the next chapter. No lemons in this one so you don't have to skip anything if you've been doing that. And sorry to any of you that wanted lemons. More about Pokémon inthis chapter like I promised so you can look forward to a little bit of "normal", whatever that is lol. I don't know why but when I tried to add a disclaimer to chapter 1, it showed up on my profile that it did, but on the fanfic, it didn't show up. So I apologize to any of you that were confused by that (I feel like I'm apologizing a lot on here:p). Oh yeah, there will be different POVs in chapters to come but for now, it's just Nicole's point of view. Enough blabbering, let's get to the real stuff already!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, except for the ones that I own on my game of course. The only things that I own in this fic is the characters and plot, so no trying to steal it.
Moonlight streamed into the kitchen window beside me. The clock read 9:17. I looked at the inscription again. And again.
And again.
The sapphire sparkled in the moonlight and I couldn't help but notice all of the small diamonds that surrounded the gem. I thought of how much the ring had cost and what it meant.
I feel like throwing up.
Writing a quick note saying that I had to go home, I grabbed a jacket that I had accidently left over here last week and ran to my car. I really needed to get home so my parents wouldn't know that I was out. They would question me until the ends of the earth just to try to pry into my life. I guess it's a good thing that I can lie so well to them, although I don't like to do that a lot.
'No. No, no , no , no, no!', I screamed inside my head, 'Adrian loves me-it can't be true-but it is! He- he can't love me, what about Aidan? Maybe he was just saying that he loved me in a cousinly, friendly way?'
I can't even fool myself.
Adrian wasn't lying about that, I knew that for a fact. I thought back to that day as I navigated the deserted streets to my house. Adrian had told me that day, that he absolutely hated taking French. He had said that it was so agonizingly boring, but he only did it because his friend told him that he needed to take it. Adrian would only do things for the people cared for so when his best friend told him that, he immediately signed up for French.
He was a natural at it and scored a 100 at the end of the semester but he still hated it. He had told me that unless it was necessary, he would never speak or write a word of French if he could help it. I had told him that girls loved guys who spoke French because it's the language of love. I still remember his expression when I had said that, he had looked at me with surprise. Then it turned to something else, he gazed at me and it was almost as if he was analyzing me. I know now that he was really deciding what he should say.
'He liked me even then, didn't he?' The thought made me sad.
Anyway, he had said that if he ever found someone that he loved, he would tell them that in French. If he never told them that, then he didn't really love them.
I pulled out of the memory and realized that I was speeding. I slowed down slightly, but when I did, panic set into me. It threatened to lock up my body. Somehow, I managed to pull into an empty parking lot with tears blinding my vision. I rested my arms on the steering wheel, my head on my arms, and I gave in to the whirlwind of emotions spiraling inside of me.
Confusion, indecision, and sadness attacked at my heart. I really didn't know what to do. Amy had said that what we were doing was just fun! I hadn't even really 'done it' with anyone. I was saving myself, for him.
'Get over it!', I told myself, 'Nate…doesn't like me and doesn't even know me. He doesn't even remember… just forget it, all right?'
I tried to pull myself together, I didn't want to cry over Adrian. It didn't feel right.
I took a deep, calming breath.
I shoved down the thoughts and emotions. I really, really can't deal with this right now.
Another deep breath.
I wiped the tears from my face that I barely remember spilling. A glance at the clock told me that it's 9:44.
Another.
I glanced at myself in the mirror and visibly winced. I looked like crap. I turned my car on and drove home. When I got there, I had to be quiet so my mom's Delcatty wouldn't wake up. I took a quick shower and changed into pajamas. Everyone else was either gone or asleep.
My sleep was restless however, so I went downstairs to get a glass of water. When I went back to my room, I noticed a lump underneath my covers. I smiled then flipped the cover up. Underneath was my brother's Umbreon. He gazed at me with his luminous, yellow eyes.
"Um….Umbreon?" His gaze was pointed downward to the covers. I had to stop myself from yelling awwwwwwwww. Umbreon was so adorable and I could understand him, even if he wasn't my Pokémon. You see, my brother went on his Pokémon journey about 5 years ago when he turned 15. He beat every gym and challenged the Elite Four. He lost though and after that, my brother just lost his will to battle. He runs his own Pokémon Daycare now and he says that he's much happier doing that. A little while after that, it became mandatory for newcomers to pass school before they could go on their own journeys.
My parents thought that was a great idea, but I hated the new law. I wanted to get as far away from my family as possible and the sooner, the better.
My brother actually agreed with my parents! He said that the crushing blow of defeat had ruined battling for him and if he was older when he challenged the Elite Four, he might not have given up. Although he agreed with them, he sent me a Pokémon to start my journey with anyway. A trainer had left a box of Eevees at the front gate of the Daycare. All of the Eevees but one were adopted my trainers. The last Eevee was of course, the runt of the litter.
The Umbreon that is currently lying on my bed is said runt. Technically, he is my Pokémon, but my parents refuse to let me get Umbreon registered as mine. So for now, he's in my brother's name. I had argued with them of course and they did cave a little. They let me train him in the woods around our house. I wasn't allowed to battle with any Pokémon unless they attacked us and I couldn't bring any home. I trained his moves and made him stronger. A few times, we were attacked and after that, he evolved one night. It scared me when his body got enveloped by a white light and a different Pokémon stood where the adorable little Eevee previously was. It had shocked both of us at the time.
Bringing myself back to the present, I gently picked Umbreon up and snuggled with him in bed. He made soft, almost purring noises and curled himself into a ball. I rested my hand on his side and started petting him. His purring grew louder and I couldn't help but laugh. He's so cute. Pretty soon, his breathing became more even and he was asleep.
I looked at the clock on my bedside table. It read, 12:04. I still couldn't sleep. Tomorrow, I would have to face the boy that made me feel so confused. But for now, I could just cuddle with Umbreon and pretend that I had no worries.
END
And that's it for this chapter! Again, sorry that it was so short….but I am working on the next chapter. There has been a change however. I need atleast 2 reviews before I update. I don't think that I'm asking for very much and I don't want to be a jerk who keeps asking for reviews. The next chapter will be much better, I promise. Adrian's party will have many surprises so you can look forward to that. Just 2 reviews guys, and they don't even have to be long. Until next time,
-Silver