was i really on hiatus that long?

nine months, damn. (pardon my language)

anyways I'm back, even though no one is reading this cause i'm a loser, lol.

lets get back to it, shall we

Oh boy, this will be fun. *coughcough* sarcasm *coughcough*. If most leafeon are hard to deal with, Carly takes the cake. Or prize. Or poffin.

Whatever.

I try to avoid Carly's room, for reasons you have already guessed. But as soon as I entered, I knew it has recieved an upgrade since I was a Toddler. (Well, i guess you could call it an upgrade. It was larger than it used to be (Carly must have done some digging) but that just meant more ... Carly.

Posters of the shiny pokemon modeling agency were draped across the walls. It was hideous (But it gave me hope. Maybe I would get lucky and Nathan would leave one day to work there. I would never have to see that, stupid,smug look for the rest of my life). Magazines she should NOT be reading littered the floor. ( to this day i'm still scarred for looking at the covers). There was a trail of them leading from the door way a nest with the bratty leafeon sitting atop it.

As I remembered why i was here, i looked up at the horrible being i am somehow related to. i decided to sweet-talk her.

after fluffing up my tail via a scalding heat wave attack courtesy of my mother (what? beauty hurts. thats why i chose to be ugly) I was ready to smooth my way in for advice.

timidly walking in her room with puppy eyes, it was obvious she saw me as a whole new pokemon. she likes it when people doll themselves up just for her, my freshly-fluffed tail did the trick. After a few aqward seconds of analyzing me, she spoke.

" i see you look ... not as ugly as before, mom had to help you, didn't she?"

i grit my teeth. i know i'm not pretty, but i can do things myself. even if mom helped me this one time.

i could tell she was toying with me, trying to break me down, so i relaxed my jaw. getting advice is harder than solving the problem you need the advice for in the first place. apparently.

i knew this was getting no where. i had to pick up the pace.

"how do you convince mom and dad to let you stay out past curfew?" i blurted that one out without thinking. i could have worded that better. she could use that against me in so many ways.

"tsk, tsk little sister out to see her ANNOYING little friends. no no no, she doesn't have any. has the little unevolved girl found herself a boyfriend? i think not." sticks and stones may break my bones but words can never hurt me i thought. to be honest its more annoying than hurtful.

"anyhow those are thing s one must find out for themselves. just ask. sweet talk them. BRIBE them if you have to."

then a smile formed on her face. "good luck"

in all the time we've been sisters...

I have never heard her say anything more honest.

I checked the hoot-hoot themed clock in our dim hallway. the little hand is on the... 6. i didn't bother checking the other hand, i had never been good at telling the time. all i knew is that this was the time to strike.

i shimmied my way through the hallway and into the kitchen, which was openly connected to the living room. my mother was always in her room or the kitchen. she never was a master chef, she just always liked the smell of spices. particularly rosemary, which i cant stand. my father, on the other hand, spent his afternoons in the living room. doing crosswords or something. They were both in range, i knew the time was know. why is it so hard for me?

other people could do this with ease. i never really was put in this situation before, my only close friend was Naomi, and my mom knows her parents so its OK. her mothers a flareon too, so naturally they are "besties". her dad is a jolteon. nice guy, but he keeps to himself.

i decided to go the "quick and painless" route. i blurt it out, if they say yes, cool. if they say no, no pain.

"couldigotomyfriendlucky'sburrowtommarowafternnoon?"

luckily my mother speaks jibberish. my father didn't seem to catch on, so he continued with, well, whatever dad`s do.

"you've never mentioned him before. whats he like?"she inquired, a bit concerned. hmm. I didn't really expect that.

"hes kind of shy, i met him during training. i think thats why he wanted me to come to his house."

"you don't need to go to any boy's house." my father grunted. he must have caught the word "his".

Did i mention my dad is strict?

"theres no need for that." my mother scolded"Bethany can play with any friends she choses." she gave a stern look at my father before continuing "just be home by nine thirty." she winked at me "might as well go to bed early though, since training starts at 6 tomorrow."she left for her room with a smile on her face. i was surprised she was on my side.

i tried to run quickly to my bedroom and avoid my old man's gaze.

"Before you go Bethany"

too late.

my dad smiled.

"this boy, lucky," he paused for a moment. "better thank his lucky stars he is bestowed of the honor of hanging out with you." then he regained his usual posture and looked down at his newspaper thing. "now go to bed".

wow that thing took me, like, 2 hours.

and its still crappy D:

oh well.

next chapter should be up soon!

PS: if you have any opinion on this please, PLEASE, comment. i'm getting kind of discouraged here.