"Fuck."

You saw Isabella's eyes widen and she pointed you out to Mrs. Slateskin. The bitchface Rock Pikmin looked at you and nodded, walking Isabella to you. You mentally facepalmed yourself. This is what happens when you eat nearly a whole loaf of cheese breadbug the day before, and didn't shit before school started. It was your own damn fault that you didn't get to be in a group with Mini, and you had to accept it. Now who would you be partners with for the Games? No one other than good ol' Isabella. You groaned, then a thought popped into your head. 'Maybe Isabella isn't as bad as I thought. Maybe I was just overreacting about her… I'll give it a chance.' And before you knew it, Isabella was right in front of you. Mrs. Slateskin smiled. "Hello, (Y/N)! I found you a partner for the Games!" You didn't change your bored expression to a happy one, because you obviously weren't happy. Mrs. Slateskin continued. "Her name is Isabella Patricia, and she is our new student, so please give her a warm welcome, okay?"

You wanted to say "Yes, bitch I already fucking know who the hell she is" but that would be mean so you didn't. Instead you nodded your thanks to Mrs. Slateskin rather than cussing her off. "Okay. Thank you Mrs. Slateskin." The dumbass Rock Pikmin hummed in response and walked away. Shithead.

As soon as Mrs. Slateskin left, you looked up at Isabella from where you sat. "Hello, Isabella. Long time no see." The Blue Pikmin nodded.

"Yeah… It feels like it's been forever rather than just one year." Isabella put her hands behind her back and made an awkward stupid smile. "I honestly didn't think you would be in this school. I was told it was very advanced." You felt like Isabella was trying to say you couldn't handle being at an advanced school, and you took offense to that, but you weren't the bitch you once were. You stayed calm.

"Likewise, Isabella." You stood up. "Well, it's… nice to see you again." You honestly couldn't think of a word to describe the moment. You were used to the old Isabella. The one that liked messing with your ears, The one that always used to tease you for being shorter, the- WAIT A FUCKING MINUTE. You realized something. You were looking down at Isabella the whole time! "You're shorter than me…" You saw Isabella's face flush, and you started laughing. "I'm taller than you!" You patted Isabella's head, like she used to always do to you. It gave you a warm feeling inside, like when you start rushing, and it feels like you're about to pee yourself, but you don't. It made you feel powerful. That feeling ended when you saw Mini and her group walk by, filling your heart with rage. You let out a growl and clenched your fists.

A skinny blue hand tugged at your jacket sleeve. It was Isabella. "What was that? Is something wrong?" Yeah, she would know. You shook your head.

"Nevermind… Let's just sign up our group." Isabella tilted her head, and she probably knew you were hiding something, but she said nothing. That's what you liked about Isabella. Unlike other Pikmin, she took a hint and knew when to shut the fuck up, even when she used to bother you. But the last thing you wanted was to develop a crush on her. You needed to win this contest. You needed to beat Mini andKella, and everyone else. You wanted to impress her. You couldn't lose your best friend to some ugly little shit.

You and Isabella sat in the main area downstairs thinking about what to name your group for the Games. It was quiet for a moment, then Isabella snapped her fingers, and said she thought of a name. "How about the Isabella Twins?" You're pretty sure you made a face of disgust, but you didn't comment about it.

You crossed it out on a paper. "What about the Electric Lilypads?" You spoke in the most sarcastic voice you could possibly make, and you felt proud. Isabella's face lit up.

"That's sounds good. Maybe we should use that?" You shook your head. You only meant to say it as a joke. Isabella shrugged and rested her head on her chin. She was more quiet and serious than she used to be. Too serious. You narrowed your eyes. Before you could think of a reason why, Isabella's voice distracted you from your thoughts. "I got it! Let's call ourselves the Anode Wogpoles!"

You thought about it. "That's… actually a good idea. Yeah." Isabella smiled. At least she was still a little bit smart. You walked over to the sign-in table and wrote the name of your team down. In a few minutes, you and Isabella would have to make a flag for your team, meaning you had to work together with her. Fucking hell.

You grabbed your stuff, and lugged it to a small orange seat across the room. You put your hands behind your head and crossed your legs, hoping that Isabella took the hint that you wanted to be alone for a while. Unfortunately for you, she got up and dragged her stupid ass across the room and sat next to you. It gave you bad memories of the times Kella used to follow you around, trying to act cute to get you to be her friend. You were surprised you never actually went crazy. "Why me, Olimar?" You whispered as Isabella scooted closer to you. It felt like you were gonna throw up. You regretted she things you said about wanting to trade Kella for Isabella. You especially regretted when you said that if there was a contest between Kella and Isabella, you would kiss Isabella in a heartbeat. In reality, you would probably fucking run.

Isabella looked down at her feet. "You've really changed, (Y/N)." You looked at Isabella, and sat normally so that if you needed to vomit, you could run.

"I could say the same about you. You haven't made one dirty joke the whole time you were here." Isabella seemed to shrink down into the seat. You've never seen her look or act so… weak. It made you uneasy, and you wished Mini or Plum were there to comfort you, but they were with their stupid groups and sadly, you were with yours right now. You really regretted eating cheese breadbug for dinner last night.

Isabella snuggled up against you, which made you freeze in place. Your heart starting to beat rapidly in your chest, and not in a good way. You hated it, and you wanted to fucking leave, but you didn't. "I'm sorry for teasing you all those years. I must have made you feel awful." You made a face that clearly said "no shit" and continued to feel uncomfortable. Isabella saw this and sighed. "You probably don't forgive me, but I understand." You tried thinking of nice things that didn't make you sick. 'Let's see… Bulbmin, animals, snagrets, KELLA- No. Snagret soup, cheese breadbug, constipation, KELLA- What the shit?! No! Food! Um, Bulblax tacos, fried crawmad, blinnow salad? Oh no, Isabella loves blinnow salad! Oh fuck…' And of course everything you thought of led to some awful shit, so you just gave up. You took the time to process what was happening. Okay. Isabella was leaning against you. Yes, the girl that ruined your life for seven years, the one that always teased you for being short and making a dirty joke out of everything was leaning against you, small and quiet as can be. You felt like Olimar was punishing you for all the things you said. Oh shit, now she was looking at you, her mouth getting closer and closer to your face…

"Sixth Grade! Time to create your team flag! Send one of your teammates over to fetch a piece of paper!" At once, you ran, and it felt like you had just escaped hell. But you didn't notice the look of hurt on Isabella's face. And for once, you didn't blame the world for your pain like you usually did. It was your fault. Those were the consequences of constipation.

Author's Note: Fuck! This chapter took over a page and a half to write, so you better like it, dammit! Please review :3