I'm going to tone down the action in this one. I know, I know, the last chapter had too much. It's the failed endgame of trying to smash two chapters into one. However, let me remind you that in the anime, Ash catches two Pokemon and wins a battle in one episode.
(also, i really hope that color guide wasnt lying about green/purple being okay together)

"For real though," Aiden started, "I think you were awesome in the bank. If you hadn't done anything, all that money would have been stolen."
"Yeah, um, thank you." Lynne nodded then returned to her supper, only now feeling out of place. The table fell silent for a little while until Aiden finished his food and waited for Lynne, who was almost done. She eats like a Torchic, he noticed.
"I'm going to get something small for dessert, since we'll be leaving soon. You want, uh, a Poke Puff?" The Psychic-type looked up, and for all her smarts, didn't remember ever being introduced to the concept of dessert. But the Poke Puff rang a bell, she'd had them before.
"Okay, if you want."
"Hey, it's fine. I'm getting something too." Why is he being so nice to me? We just met like four hours ago and he's buying me dinner? Is this actually a date? Or… is he just overdoing the whole 'make a friend' thing? We didn't meet through a wild battle, so he's probably trying to weirdly make up for it.
"Here you go."
"Thank you." She noticed he bought something for himself, and another puff for what she guessed, was either for later or his partner. Or is that what they call cupcakes? Her Poke Puff was soft, moist. Almost like a donut in texture, but the taste was more like a sweet fruit, oranges or strawberry maybe.
"Is it good?"
"Mmhmm…"
Once they had finally finished everything, Aiden shouldered his bag again having already stood up, and paying the bill, he took her arm in a hurry.
"Come on! I want to get to these places so we can get somewhere to sleep." The Gardevoir whose wrist he was holding had a faint blush spread across her cheeks, until he let go once they were outside. She was shy, so of course, the blush was almost unavoidable at some point or another. Her friend, however, was just happy about one part of city travel: everything was (almost) always stationed around the Pokémon Center, including the shops. A larger store was what he was hoping to find, and sure enough there was one down the block. A few people were looking strangely at the pair, as if having a partner Pokémon was unheard of. Then again, trainers of Gardevoir were notorious for what happened between them. Trainers who sexually abused them were being put on the news all the time. He knew he wouldn't do that, unfortunately, not everyone did. He laughed as a thought crossed his mind, if they think that's bad, they should have seen thirty seconds ago I was nearly holding her hand.
"Oooh!" Aiden was jolted out of his thoughts by Lynne's gasp at the store window. What she was focusing on, however, was not exactly what he'd expected. A lavender sweater. A bright lavender sweater. He didn't hide his surprise at her shock well.
"Really? You want that? I thought you'd be, more into, like, a cool Pokéball or something."
"I want this."
"Okay?" he consented hesitantly, but the price didn't allow for much else in the way of clothes (for her, anyway). He'd already set a reasonable limit, and this just went over. But he did want to make her happy after her very recent accomplishment, although he'd have to take his Torchic out on a field day like this too since he would be left out. "Just let me check your pants, okay? Cause that sweater costs a lot, but it'll be okay if we don't get you anything else." Her jeans seemed fine, a little dirty around the bottom, but otherwise it was like she got them new. They probably were, considering they were men's jeans, added to where and who she was running from. Though it was a miracle they stayed on her, they would work. For now. They went in together to check the sweater out, and it seemed like a good fit for her. It went well with her fern green hair and her navy jeans, so there were no color issues. It would be great in the fall as well, keeping her warm- well, her top half anyway. Flipping up her shirt collar for the size tag reduced her to a 5'3" tomato, but luckily for her there were changing stalls.
"Here, go in this room and try the sweater on. You got it?"
"Umm, y-yeah," she hesitated as Aiden showed her how the door lock worked. A few minutes later a newly-sweatered Lynne emerged from the changing room nervous and a little self-conscious.
"D-Does it look good?"
"Uh.. yes."
"Thank you again," she looked down, realizing she'd made the situation awkward.
"Uh, yeah, well I'm going to go get some stuff for me if you want to come. I have to buy that anyway."
"Sure," his customer agreed, composure regained, then pulling the sweater up while holding down her shirt. "Here you go."
"Woah!" Lynne jumped when she heard the excited yell from behind her. "Is that a Gardevoir? With clothes? What happened to her dress? Can she speak English? How smart is she? Like do you know her IQ? When did she last evolve?" It took the surprised Pokémon a minute to realize someone was checking her out, more accurately a young brunette in a white dress shirt and thin black glasses that gave her the look of a professional; even though she couldn't have been much older than Aiden.
"Meghan? You're here?" This was a surprised question from the aforementioned trainer.
"Oh, yeah," she popped up from a crouch, "I was looking for the Science Center, and I saw this store, so I thought maybe they'd have a book on Pokémon or something, so naturally I went in to check, but they did-"
"Okay, stop. Lynne, this tornado of speech is Meghan. We had class together last year, and she likes psychology. Meghan, this is Lynne. We just met today. We're here to celebrate something we did together."
"What did you guys do?"
"Stopped a bank robbery." Meghan laughed at his honesty.
"Yeah, right. You?"
"I'm serious!" Aiden insisted, but his classmate kept laughing.
"I doubt that. But really, Lynne is a very interesting one. Does she speak English?"
"I certainly do," Lynne said defensively to which Meghan smiled, one of those almost-cheesy smiles some people do in group photos. She was definitely a cheerful person, though with grins like that she could be taken as fake or someone who tries too hard.
"Awesome! How did you learn? How long did it take? What was the most challeng-"
"Meghan," Aiden sighed, cutting her off again. "I think I know where that science center is. It's a few blocks north of here. We can show you there if you want."
"Really?"
"Yeah. It's building number 2564, I think."
"Super awesome! Pass me your Pokedex."
"Here. Map's under-"
"No, silly, I'm putting my number in! I'll call you later. Maybe we can battle."
"S-sure?" Aiden's cheeks were starting to tint, and remained that way for a few minutes after Meghan ran to the science center Lynne had been named after. He stared at his partner, who stared back, equally astonished.
"She's… different," Lynne commented, although not without irony.
"No kidding," Aiden agreed. "You should have seen her in Psych class."
"Psych?"
"Short for Psychology, it's like, studying people's brains and stuff. What makes 'em tick."
"Tick?"
"Never mind."
"I think she liiikes you."
"S-shut up! How would you know?"
"I'm Psychic. Come on."
"Oh right. Wait, what?"
"Nothiiing..!"
Sighing was going to do nothing, and neither was bugging her to tell him. She was probably just trying to tease me anyway. Of course, she must know what it is... If sighing and begging wasn't going to work, walking away would at least get them off the topic. So with a spring in his step trying to look extra happy to bug her, Aiden walked determinedly to the Pokémon supply aisle.
"Hey! Aideenn! Wait for me!"

*Lynne's POV*

I hadn't been completely honest about Master and it was really bugging me once we got on the path out of the city. Truthfully, he had hurt me but…
"Aiden, wait a minute."
"What's up?" he asks, turning to me as he walks.
"I need to tell you something." I take his hand to make him stop walking, and it works, he stopped, so I hold on for a moment to make sure he stays. I just need to get his attention with the story.
"Master- well, his name was Ben- he wasn't all bad." He narrows his eyes in suspicion, and I don't blame him. So I might as well explain.
"When we met, I was.. a Ralts. I- I could tell he cared about me, and well… we were good friends until just a few months ago."
"Sounds like Stockholm Syndrome." He starts walking again as he said this so naturally, I let go of him but follow.
"Don't know what that is, but whatever. He didn't train me much, we just hung out with his team. I think he was more of a trainer when he was younger and by the time we met, he'd rather have stayed in the city with a job." I can tell he's opening up more, seeing the point as I go on. He's not the only one opening up, because as I continue, the words are coming to me more easily. "You already don't like him, I know, but he's the one who helped me start learning to talk like you. And didn't you notice anything interesting at the restaurant? How I was using whatever you call those little metal food things I forgot the name of?"
"English. Wait, you were?" Astonishment was the next emotion to come up. Either that or he wasn't paying attention to detail back there.
"Yes. Back to what I was saying, though. I did help him out, as did the entire team. We would get things for him every now and then if he asked, do a few tasks, you know, just… being nice, doing it because we care about him. But then he started coming home, what did you call it? Drunk? When he did, he wasn't as nice. But he didn't hurt us, and it didn't happen often so it was okay. But then it did start happening more often, and he was being mean to us, me especially. I think I was one of the favorites, and then it carried over into that. Well, you know what happened eventually. He hurt me, and I ran away. And, even with, these, honestly-" I break character for a moment- "I miss when we were friends."
"Lynne," he starts, seeming to be walking a little faster for the approaching nightfall, "maybe he still can be your friend. Maybe you can get back together and be like you used to. But he needs help right now, and time."
"I know, I know that," I say, my voice breaking, "But you know what I mean. It's not fun when someone you care about does, does this." We both know what I mean, and he nods. "I just feel like, maybe if I had been better, maybe been nicer, or done more, he wouldn't have had to turn to drinks." He sighs, and I start worrying I said the wrong thing.
"It's not your fault. Never was, and it isn't now. Maybe you could have been a little better, I don't know what happened back there. But if he started drinking, it wouldn't be because his best friend was a little bitchy. Maybe it was work trouble. Maybe he was in a relationship you didn't know about. But if you were his best friend, and nothing bad happened between you, there's no way it's your fault." I don't have any idea what he's trying to do, but his words are very welcome. My question is, why? Is he just trying to be a good friend? What's his reason? Even though he's super nice, I don't trust him nearly enough to show that much emotion around him, however. So I nod and smile, ruefully nonetheless, hoping he doesn't notice.

*Aiden's POV*

She seems nervous, and I start feeling worried. Maybe this was too much. Dinner, shopping, an evening walk? Granted, this was to set up camp, but I don't know if she knows that yet. If she takes this as a date, I'm in for a bit- no, a lot- of trouble. Once we arrive at a trainer's clearing (what I call a spot that's flat and usually has campfire remains) I start setting up while Lynne talks to Torchic, who I just let out. It's not much, just a sleeping bag and-

I don't have a sleeping bag for her.

Then again, she's probably fine in a Ball.

"Hey," I call over, while trying to look like I know what I'm doing. I wish I knew I'd meet her before I packed my stuff.
"Yeah!" She's distracted by Torchic. Maybe she won't notice.
"You mind going in a Pokéball?" Didn't I ask this already?
"No, it's fine!" I think they're practicing non-direct moves or something. Great. Just have to get a little firewood. A few sticks and leaves will do, and they're not in shortage around here. Once everything is ready I call them over for a seat by the fire, and for Torchic to light one with Ember. Lynne tells me she's hungry, which I don't entirely believe since we both ate like, 45 minutes ago, and I'm not very hungry. But if she says she's hungry, well, it's probably about supper time anyway. Torchic will need food as well, which is why I find myself sitting in front of a fire cooking their food while they go do whatever it is Pokémon do in their free time. And just as I think about this, I notice the food is pretty much ready so setting it down, I call them but get no response.
"Lynne! Torchic! Hey!" Silence. "Food is done!" Dead silence. When I walk out to the path I can see her holding Torchic talking to someone. For Arceus' sake, she shuts up around me, but when a traveller comes around wait a second is that who I think it is!?
"Aiden! HI!"
Meghan must have finished her stuff around the same time we did. And taken the same route we did. And picked the same site we did. This cannot be coincidence. No way in hell this was all coincidence. I'm almost sure-
"So what are you doing? Why set up out here when there are hotels in the city?" I don't know what to say, it's a good point. But I do want to get going in the morning, so I tell her that.
"Makes sense. Can I sleep here? You already have a fire and your Pokémon seem to be having a good time."
"Um."
"Umm." Seems like Lynne agrees with me.
"Or I could go back and go to a hotel. It's fine, I just saw her and figured-"
"Uh, no, it's fine!" Here I go again , getting in over my head. I'd feel like a jackass if I straight up told her no, even if I'd feel extremely awkward with her sleeping by me. Though, I understand, if I saw someone I knew, I'd rather be around them than go in a hotel room alone. But sleeping next to? That would be a little different. Well, unless it was, like, Lynne, or Torchic, because nobody minds when a Pokémon is near a sleeping person. Weird, isn't it?
"So I can?" I realize I've been staring at her legs for fifteen seconds now, thinking about her. Ironic. And a little creepy.
"Yeah, uh, just set up your stuff a little ways from ours and, well, come to the fire if you want."

So I've started working on 4, at least...