Chapter 4
"How's this one?" Adalyn asked, holding what seemed like her millionth shirt up to her chest. She frowned and tossed it aside. "Nope." She walked off, probably going to find a million more shirts. I sighed and flopped to the floor. "Uuggghhh…." I groaned, rubbing my sore arms. Adalyn had dragged me off to shop TWO HOURS AGO. THAT'S TWO HOURS OF HOLDING BAGS. We had been to almost ten stores, and the only one I HAD liked was Victoria's Secret. Adalyn had told me to sit outside on that one. Sadly. It was kinda creepy, though, because there were some Ten-Year-Olds just staring, with mouths agape, at some famous Unovan supermodel in nothing but a striped yellow and black bra. Her pale legs were crossed, and I have to admit, she was pretty sexy. Finally, Adalyn had come out, smacked me across the face for staring, and yelled at me for "Disgracing Elesa". I guess that's her name. Im gonna have to- wait, let's not get off subject here. "Trap!" Randy quipped, nudging my arm. The little bastard hadn't carried anything. "Oh, you try to carry Adalyn's bags for two hours!" I said, shoving him away. He snuggled under my arm. After that, I fell asleep, covered in bags, Trapinch under my arm. About five minutes later, I woke with a start. "OK!" I woke up to see to see a certain bubbly golden-brunette standing over me. She was holding what looked like….
"Oh Shit"
I started shoving myself away, the bags scattering everywhere. I stopped, Adalyn's foot on my chest. She grinned down on me. The way the light reflected off her hair, casting a strange sinister, yet beautiful look on her face. I gulped. "Come here Jake…. I have LOTS of fun clothes for you!" She giggled. I couldn't speak. All I could think of was hours upon hours of clothes….. "Oh God…." Oh, good, I could speak again. Adalyn giggled and shoved the clothes into my arms. Then she kicked my ass into the changing room. "Ow…" I complained, rubbing my butt. Oh great, this was going to be fun…..
Two Hours and many clothes later…
"Now that wasn't soooooo terrible, was it Jake? You needed some new clothes!" Adalyn exclaimed, swiping her credit card for my clothes. "Wait Adalyn, you just bought my clothes!" I exclaimed, trying to undo the action. "Oh, don't worry, my older brother is rich. He gives me access to all his money!" She squealed, hugging her credit card and twirling in a circle. "He's the one who gave me Sophie!" she said.
"Oh, that's cool!" I said, picking up the bags with a grunt of complaint. "My older brother caught Randy for me, and he's been traveling for two years now! He has... oh, let me think… Absol, his starter, a Tentecruel, a Marcargo, a Salamence, an Electrode, and a Gengar. They're all really strong. I just have Randy, although I'm hoping to catch another soon!"
"Awesome!" Adalyn shouted. I took a step back in surprise. "I'm gonna catch another pokemon, too! We could travel together! We could cook, and battle, and train and OH THIS IS GOING TO BE SOOO MUCH FUN!" She squealed, and wrapped her arms around my neck and twirled us around. Only a slight blush was visible on our faces this time, but a blush nevertheless. When we reached our pokecenter room, she twirled around again, her golden-brown hair flying everywhere. "Now, I'm gonna show you what clothes I got!"
Straight from Heaven to Hell.
First she laid out my clothes. She had gotten me three T-Shirts, one was pure blue, another pure white, and the last one was black with a red pokeball symbol on the front. I had also gotten two pairs of jeans, a pair of cargo pants, some socks, a couple pairs of boxers (Adalyn giggled as she laid these out) and my personal favorite, a zip-up dark blue hoodie. She had gotten some T-Shirts with designs such as a yellow shirt with a Pacharisu with the word "Cute" written on the front. Another one had a Piplup on it and was pale blue. The last one had a Snivy on it and was pale green. It had the words "Attitude" Written on it, and the Snivy's arms were crossed with its nose in the air. "Well, it got that one right…" I mumbled. Out next were two pairs of skinny jeans, a pair of black tights, and a white mini-skirt. She blushed and covered up the rest of the clothes she got as she stuffed what looked like lingerie into her backpack. Suddenly, I found myself asking "Why did you get skinny jeans?"
She looked away, blushing. "Well, all girls get skinny jeans!" She nervously giggled. "Why?" It was out of my mouth before I could stop it. She just blushed even more, her face turning beet-red. "Well….. IT MAKES MY BUTT LOOK GOOD, OK?!" She screamed, then covered her mouth, turning almost purple. Now, if you think those other words came out of my mouth fast, you wouldn't even understand these. They tumbled out of my mouth before I could stop them-
"Well, I think your ass would look good in anything!"
