Warning: Minor, un detailed wet dream at the last paragraph. I also forgot to mention last chapter that there will be minor swearing (nothing too bad ;) )
Chapter 1: Field Trip
Charmander practically fell to his knees as he arrived at his school's steps, exhausted from all the running he had just done. He decided to take a moment before continuing onwards, as he didn't partially want to face the wrath of Ms. Gardevoir at this very moment. Instead, Charmander sat on the steps trying to catch his breath. When he mentally prepared himself for what was to come, he entered the school halls, took a left, and pushed open the door to his classroom. He waited a moment hear a remark from his teacher before stopping and noticing something: the room was empty. "What the hell...?" He asked himself. That's when it hit him: There was a field trip today! "Crap!" He took a quick glance out the window, "Good, bus is still here!" Sprinting for what felt like his life, he managed to get to the bus before anyone had even noticed he had been absent and stopped at the back of the line of the few students yet to get on the bus. Once again out of breath all ready, he decided he was really, really out of shape and could use some exercise. Enough of that for now, though. Sure, he'd probably get in trouble for arriving late, but at least he got there before the bus left. After stepping onto the bus, his face was instantly greeted by two things: Ms. Gardevoir giving him a death stare, and his two friends waving him over to the back of the bus. He decided to ignore the teacher-for now-and instead walked over to the back of the bus, where he then proceeded to fall onto his seat and started drinking from a water bottle he always has packed in his backpack.
"Dude, where the hell were you?" Squirtle asked, "I thought you weren't going to show up." Charmander stayed silent.
"Hey, don't tell us you ignored your alarm again!" Bulbasaur said jokingly, nudging Charmander lightly.
"M-maybe..." He said embarrassed. "B-but I couldn't help it! I was having such a nice dream~" He said remembering what had made him sleep in so late.
"Oh, really? It wasn't about Rose by any chance, was it?" Squirtle said slyly, referring to another classmate of theirs, Roselia. He and Bulbasaur were all most certain Charmander had a crush on her.
"W-what? No...it was nothing like that, ya perv!" He said playfully punching Squirtle on the shoulder.
"Then what was it about?" Bulbasaur asked, now curious.
"It was about us as kids. It was the day we were playing Hide 'N Seek during our one sleepover-y'know, the one where that storm made us have to go inside so we played Clue instead." Charmander explained.
"Why would you dream about that?" Squirtle asked. "Besides, wasn't that the same day your mom brought that guy over, and we thought there was a burglar, so we went downstairs and found them f-"
"SHUT UP!" Charmander shouted louder that he had meant to, causing a few people to look behind themselves. By this point, Charmander was blushing quite fiercely, embarrassed by both of Squirtle's jests, and the remembrance of the events that had followed that day. Quite a long talk, that was...
The three of them now awkwardly sat quietly waiting for the bus to arrive at wherever it was they were going.
When the bus had finally arrived, which to Charmander, felt like it had been hours, the students and chaperones exited in a neat and orderly line, as Ms. Gardevoir instructed them to do. It turned out that, unbeknownst to Squirtle, his parents had actually volunteered as chaperones (much to his dismay) and ended up being in his mom's group along with Charmander. Bulbasaur was put in Ms. Gardevoir's group, so they figured they wouldn't see too much of him today. "Moooomm..." Squirtle groaned. "Why are you here?"
"What? Is a mother not allowed to see her little Squirley?" His mom asked, giving him a pat on the head.
Squirtle pushed her hand away, "Mom, you're embarrassing meee!" He said as some of the others-including Charmander-started chuckling. He didn't care who was his chaperone today, as long as it wasn't Ms. Gardevoir, who had still been giving a death glare from all the way at the opposite side of the entrance.
"Oh, Squirley! Why are you always so mean to me?" She asked jokingly-over dramatically. As Squirtle and his mom argued-if you could even call it arguing-Charmander decided to take a look at his surroundings. From the outside, the Museum didn't appear to be very big, and also pretty generic. It had an entrance with columns, as per cliché. There didn't appear to be anything around it for a good few miles, with mostly empty plains and some woods surrounding it. Something in particular caught his eye, however, as he noticed that there were Christmas decorations put up. He hadn't even known that museums put up Christmas decorations, much less so extravagantly. There was a massive tree at the entrance, all most touching the ceiling; it had been decorated with seemingly as many ornaments and garland that could be found, topped with a shining gold star. Along the entire top of the building were two layers of red and green garlands, with blinking Christmas lights going around the columns. Charmander had actually forgotten how close it was to Christmas, and began to realize he didn't even know what he wanted. By now, Squirtle and his Mom had stopped "arguing", and the other groups had gotten ready, so the groups began to enter the building one-by-one. The first section their group had gone was the painting exhibits. Now, while Charmander didn't particularly dislike paintings, he was really hoping they would've gone to see the fossils first. Squirtle was looking at some portrait of an Oddish and a Skitty playing in a flower field, while Charmander was trying to wrap his head around some of the modern art that was featured there. The museum wasn't a very big one, so there was not a separate section for modern art.
The rest of the trip wasn't very interesting, and the fossils were a lot less exciting than he had hoped. Most of them weren't even complete, usually missing an arm or sometimes even the head. It was now time to leave, but first any students that had to were allowed to use the bathroom beforehand. Charmander was leaning against one of the pillars at the entrance talking to Squirtle about some of the things they had found interesting. "I thought the painting of that Legendary was pretty cool." Squirtle told Charmander.
"Wait, that modern art one?" Charmander asked. "That one was so stupid, I mean, the fins were frickin' rectangles! And its face was like, split in half..." Charmander began venting about his frustrations with modern art to Squirtle.
"You just don't appreciate good art, do you?" Squirtle said shrugging his arms. "So, then, what did YOU like?" He asked.
"Oh, umm... I didn't really like anything that much." Charmander said blankly.
"Hey, shouldn't you two be kissing?" Came a voice.
"WHAT?!" Both Charmander and Squirtle said in unison, turning their heads to see Bulbasaur sitting there, laughing.
"What the hell does that mean?" Charmander asked, kind of mad.
"Well, you two are standing under mistletoe." He said, still chuckling a bit. The two looked up to see that Bulbasaur was right, as mistletoe had been hung on the garland in between each column. They both quickly jumped away embarrassed.
"Bulbasaur, you suck!" Squirtle said covering his beet red face. Bulbasaur just laughed in reply and walked onto the bus. The other two, after a slight recuperation, boarded the bus as well, sitting next to Bulbasaur, who Charmander was sure Squirtle was plotting a revenge plan for. While he was sitting there, though, staring out the window at the museum, he felt odd. The idea of kissing Squirtle made him feet...aroused. He blushed at the idea, and he quickly brushed it off, assuming it was just the idea of kissing someone that was tuning him on.
After everyone had returned home, Charmander couldn't stop thinking about it. He wasn't sure why, though. "It was just a stupid joke Bulbasaur made..." He thought to himself. "Why do I care so much about it...?" He sighed, trying to figure out answers he probably wouldn't be able to. Eventually he decided that he'd probably forget about it by morning, and fell asleep. It didn't take long, however, before Squirtle started yelling at Charmander to hurry up or he'd be late for...something. Charmander complied with seeming no control over himself and walked out of his bedroom door to find himself entering Squirtle's house.
"Finally, I thought you'd never come!" Squirtle said, even though it only took Charmander a few seconds to arrive. "C'mon upstairs!" Squirtle said taking Charmander's hand and leading him up nonexistent stairs to enter his bedroom. Squirtle then inserted a "movie" starring a Machamp and Ms. Gardevoir for some reason before taking a seat on his bed with Charmander. They both began to "play" while watching it, something he hadn't ever done before-at least in the presence of someone else like this. For some reason, some absurd unknown reason, Charmander reached over to Squirtle and..."Ohhhh..." Was all that could be heard. When the movie was over, the two kissed before falling asleep on, what was for some reason, Charmander's bed.
"AHHHH!" Charmander awoke sweating fiercely. So many thoughts went through his head, such as 'why was I...','why did I...', 'why with Squirtle', 'why were they...' As all of these thoughts flooded into his mind, he noticed something that made his heart skip a beat: there was a wet spot in his sheets-a very noticeable wet spot at that. The full realization of what he had just dreamt of hit him, and hit him hard.
Well, there we go! As promised in the description a wet dream...which happens to be the turning point in our fiery little friend's life.
Constructive Criticism is greatly appreciated! Please, feel free to review. :3
