Happy Ikarishipping Day, everybody! I'm posting in celebration. :D This story takes place when Dawn and Paul are grown up.
P.S. It's not too late for the certain birthday! Reviews are still nice gifts! *shot*
Enjoy
-RD :)
Over My Head
Chapter Six: Shopping
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Paul thought he had built up a pretty good resistance to those kinds of questions.
When she practically threw herself over him, telling him how strong he was and how she desperately needed his help, he shook her off without hesitation.
When she pulled one of her classic puppy-dog pouts, he was unaffected, turning away.
But when she pestered him about the subject for almost an hour, keeping him from focusing on anything, he finally gave in.
And man, did he regret it.
In his arms were about ten bags of various sizes and weights, most of them pink. Why did they have to be pink?
And there she was, gushing over some dress, that was, of course, pink.
Paul had never felt so much animosity for a color.
"Paul~!" The addressed cringed, then looked over at the girl. She was holding the dress in front of her zaftig frame and smiling. "How does it look?"
"It looks great, Dawn," he growled, wishing she'd just hurry up and buy the dress if she really wanted it. The sooner they could get out of the mall, the better. Paul would be happy to leave and never, ever, come back.
Ever.
Too bad it didn't look like they were leaving anytime soon. Dawn was still fawning over anything that looked remotely interesting to her, which, unfortunately, seemed to be just about everything.
The next three hours were the longest of Paul's life.
Two shoe stores, five boutiques, and one trip to the food court later, the two made their way out of the mall, loading Dawn's car up with a huge amount of items. Paul figured that being a Pokémon Stylist must pay a good deal of money considering how much she had probably spent that day. Paul was sure to tell her that he refused to pay for any of it.
As Paul grumbled something about shopping being evil while strapping into his seatbelt, Dawn leaned over and gave him a peck on the cheek to thank him.
And suddenly, it all felt worth it.
Well, almost.