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about 5 hours and 45 minutes later(2:45-ish PM)...
The bell had just rang, and the class was starting to go out. John grabbed Becky's stuff. Floyd, as always, was the first out. Ken came next, followed out by Robyn. The rest of the class came out one by one a little bit later. The last to leave were John, Becky, and Eve.
"I've got your stuff Becky.' John said.
"You know I can get some of that right?" Becky replied.
"You're about to evolve, so I might let you do that then." John said. Becky sighed.
"You seem to be a little protective with her." Eve said.
"Yeah? Why?" John asked.
"I mean she's small, but she sure isn't helpless." Eve said, walking off, Becky following. John stayed a bit behind, grabbing his own things. He thought about what Eve said.
"Maybe I'll think about not helping her as much. I do seem to be a bit overprotective of her..." John said quietly. He walked off, being a little faster, to catch up with the pair in front of him.
About 4 hours earlier(9:50-ish AM)...
"No." Josh said to Feston/Chamomile's mom. "I don't know how they got this way." He was in the middle of explaining to her why her son is not only a Pokemon, but a chick too.
"And you've already explained this to Mr. Witt?" Mrs. Witt asked.
"Yes. It's father has had a talk about this." Josh replied.
"How come you keep referring to my kid as it or they?" Mrs. Witt asked.
"Because I keep messing up him/her so I'm just using neutral ones." Josh said. "Ain't that the right way to say it?"
"I mean..." Mrs. Witt responded. "I think so?"
"So." The Brionne in question asked. "Am I just out of this conversation?"
"Right." Josh said. "Well since you want to have a say that bad, you explain this."
"As much as it pains me to say this." Mrs. Witt responded. "Your new hipster-wannabee buddy is right. You're the one that's like that."
Chamomile smiled. "Finally."
"So I was sitting with Josh here. Helen had already gone to the bathroom, as she was turning into the kitty-thing. I picked up the plush I got as a souvenir, and went to put it in my bag. I put it away, and when I looked, my hand was paler and swollen. I decided to go to the bathroom to not excite anyone. I don't know exactly what caused it, but it didn't hurt all that much." She said, trying to sound smart.
"Huh." Josh said. "That isn't like what happened to Helen at all. She still seems sore."
"Really?" Chamomile asked. "I couldn't tell."
"You were busy playing with your new..." Josh said, pausing to figure out to how to say this without making it sound like innuendo. "Appendage."
"This tail is so weird." Chamomile noted.
"I'd think so." Mrs. Witt said.
"Well I've gotta bounce." Josh said, cool-like. "Bye."
"Bye!" Chamomile yelled. "Thanks for taking me back!"
Josh ran off, jumping on his scooter. Giving that most places disallowed skateboards, he sprung for the next-best thing, being a scooter. It was black, which he decorated it with a mixture of flames and flowers. He scooted off to see Helen, as they were going to explain to the principal what happened, so they could get permission to trick everyone into thinking Feston abruptly moved or something, and Chamomile was a completely different being.
4 hours and 5 minutes later(2:50 pm)...
"Bye Eve!" John said, waving.
"Bye." Eve said. "Nice to meet you by the way."
"Yup!" Becky said. Right as he said that, Josh scooted up to the school by himself. He had enacted his plan during lunch, but wanted to see if anyone was still at school.
"Yo." Josh said.
"I see you're okay." Eve commented as her transport drove off.
"What took yous so long?" Josh asked.
"Well we were talking with Eve." Becky said. "She's really nice."
"I guess." John said.
"Beck seems to like her." Josh said.
"That's true." John replied.
"I'd ship it." Josh said jokingly. He was soon splashed.
"I'm not a homosexual! How many times do I have to tell you!" Becky yelled. (A/N: that's what Egbert said)
Josh laughed, scooting off.
John grinned a bit. "Though if you were, you two would be perfect for eachother."
"That's what you said about yourself." Becky said. "You said had Human-Pokemon dating been acceptable, you'd be dating her."
"I said maybe." John corrected Becky.
Becky sighed as they walked home.
About 2 hours and 10 minutes later(5:00-ish pm)...
Helen's father, Roland Marcais, was brushing his daughter's new hair/head fur.
"Well I still can't believe that Marquise kid turned you into this." He said.
"Josh did not!" Helen yelled.
"There hasn't been any investigation into this!" Roland's wife, Isabelle said. "I'd prefer if you stay neutral."
Roland sighed. "Fine..." He said angrily. He brushed Helen a bit more aggressively.
"Please tell me you're not brushing everything." Helen said, a little annoyed.
"No. I'm not doing everything." Roland said. "Just the head, maybe the tail."
Helen let out a small growl in reaction to this. It was inaudible to the others. What was noticeable, on the other hand, was her bell-like fire organ was glowing a bit brighter. Isabelle, wanting to vent off some steam, made some cookies, not noticing it was almost 5.
Roland went about brushing Helen for a while, by the end of it Helen growing a bit fussy. She had clearly adopted the feline aversion to being brushed.
"There." Roland said. "You normally like that."
"I don't know what's gotten into me." Helen said. "Everything's so... Different."
"Well you're, as you put it," Roland said. "So different."
"I guess." Helen said, taking a sniff of the air. "You smell that?" She asked her father.
"What? Smells normal to me." Roland said. "Well I guess that makes sense." He booped Helen's nose. "Your sniffer's probably more sensitive as well. What is it honey?"
"I may be wrong, but I think I smell cookies." Helen says.
"Isabelle sure does like to bake when she's mad." Roland said.
"She's sure good at it." Helen noted. "Normally they're about done when we can smell them."
"As I just said." Roland said. "Your sniffer's probably more sensitive."
"Oh right." Helen said, her tail drooped a bit.
About 10 minutes later(5:20-ish pm)
"Can you smell them yet dad?" Helen asked for the fourth time. Roland tried again, this time actually smelling the cookies.
"Yup." Roland said.
Helen's tail and ears perked up. "Really?" She said excitedly.
"Yeah." Roland said, standing up. Helen quickly followed suit.
"I see you're baking again." Roland said. "You've gotten really good."
"Why thanks!" Isabelle said. "I see Helen's on her feet."
"I think they'd be paws more than feet." Helen said. "And I'm still having a lot of trouble walking."
"Well you've mastered that cane there." Isabelle said.
"Thanks mom." Helen said.
"I just pulled the cookies out right before you came in." Isabelle said. "I barely had time to take off the oven mitts."
"Wow." Helen said. "So may I please have one?"
"They're still really hot." Isabelle said.
"Well I was testing out my new abilities, and I can take much higher temperatures than before. I mean my arms can take my flames for one thing." Helen noted.
"That may be true, but the tongue is normally the most sensitive of the parts to temperature." Isabelle said. "I don't want you getting hurt."
"Okay..." Helen said, reluctantly agreeing.
"I might let you try them a bit earlier than I would normally let you though." Isabelle said.
Helen gasped. "Really!"
Isabelle nodded.
"Thanks mom!" She almost went and got a cookie now, but stopped herself. She was so excited her tail began wagging. "Woah..." She said as she noticed this.
"Well that works." Roland noted, watching his daughter jump around happily, or at least trying to.
A/N: Sorry about the shorter chapter, I got a bit of writers block for this one. Oh who am I kidding, this is still the top 5 longest chapters I've done.