I'm SOOOOOO sorry! I know this was supposed to come out six days ago. I was having a major writers block with the ending. Also, this one's a little long...Maybe I should've split the chapter differently... Oh well! Here's Valtine's Day Special Part 2!

Disclaimer: I do not own Tally or Pokemon. Oh if only...


Three classes and a ton of fake love notes later, it was lunch time, what I've been waiting for all day. "Hey guys. What's up?" I say with a small sigh as I sit next to Tally, who had red hair with pink streaks today. (A/N: Tally has a small obsession with dying her hair.) Tally looks up from the massive pile of candy in front of her, which I just seemed to notice, and gives a small frown. "Dude, you look seriously depressed. Is something wrong?" Completely distracted by the array of heart-shaped sweets, I reply, "Yes; the fact that you aren't sharing that with me!" Tally quickly wraps her arms around her candy stack and hisses at me. "Don't touch the precious!" Ash and I both burst into laughter, mostly because we knew she was being completely serious. "Okay, Schmegle!" I say with a giggle as I start pulling out the lunch Grandpa packed for me. I release a large sigh at the sight of my heart-shaped sandwich and matching apple slices. "Really, Gramps? Was that necessary?" I sigh and start eating my heart-shaped lunch. Before long lunch is over and my day goes back to being miserable.

The rest of the day goes uninterrupted. I was just about to head home when I saw them. Gary's fangirls where all grouped together, and glaring at me. They've been plotting against me since the whole scissor incident. I try to continue without them noticing me, but they just couldn't let that happen. "Where do you think you're going, freak," asked the brunet girl leading the group. "I was just trying to get past this herd of cattle in front of me. Could you move your cows?" I get a nasty glare from all the girls as the leader speaks up again. "The only cow I see is you, fat ass." Before I know it, the group is circled around me; ready to do Arceus knows what. "Oh and I got your notes," I say, dumping out a bag full of paper hearts, "maybe next time you write as someone else, you could take the time to change your handwriting, you dumb bitch. Now why don't you go be an ass somewhere else?" I try to break through the crowd of girls, only to be pushed into a locker, my head banging back a little more than the rest of me. "Oww…Damn it. I don't have time for head trauma. Or the lack of brain cells I get from being around you." I glare at all the girls surrounding me- skillful, I know- as my head starts to throb and the girls' leader command an attack on me. The girls quickly start attacking me with a barrage of hits and kicks, sending me to the ground.

"What the hell are you guys doing?" A voice calls out of nowhere and the group scatters, leaving a very bruised and slightly bloodied me lying on the ground. "Nova, are you okay?" The voice calls again as I feel a pair of arms around me, "Come on, Nova, talk to me. Get up." I slowly sit up and put a hand to my, now throbbing, head. "Ugh…Paul? What are you doing here?" I look to Paul and he replies with a smirk. "Apparently, I'm saving you from a bunch of fashionistas." I send a glare, hoping it might burn a hole through his skull. Sadly, his skull is still intact. (A/N: I guess Nova's not a high enough level to use that move) "Ha ha. Very funny. You don't know how vicious those damned fangirls are." Paul stands up and extends a hand toward me. "Come on. I'll take you home." I grab his hand and he helps me up. "Thanks…You're not some Paul-bot sent to mess with my emotions, are you," I ask, earning a strange look from Paul which soon changes to a smirk. "Does not compute. Abort mission. Does not compute," he replies, sending me into a fit of giggles. "I didn't know you had a sense of humor! …Maybe you're just a flawed copy…" I receive a small glare from Paul as we begin to walk to my house, talking about random things as we went. The few minutes we spent walking, where complete bliss for me, even if Paul barely said three words the entire time.

"I'll see you tomorrow," Paul says, creating his first sentence since we left school. I nod and open my door when I realize something. "We don't have school tomorrow…we're done with the project…you really don't have to come over tomorrow." Maybe he just forgot today was Friday. It could happen to anyone, I guess. Paul looks at the ground and back at me. "Do you wanna hang out anyway?" I stare at him for a moment, checking for any screws or flaws. "You're sure you're not a clone or a robot?" Paul chuckles in response. "Last time I checked I was the real me."

"Hologram?"

"No."

"Spy in disguise?"

"No."

"An alien who stole Paul's skin and wants to use our knowledge to destroy the world?"

"Now you're just being crazy," Paul replies, turning down my last guess for anything he could be, other than Paul. "Alright. Since you're sure you're really Paul," I say, still slightly skeptical, "I guess it'd be cool if we hang out tomorrow." Paul gives a small smile, which I didn't know he was capable of, and responds, "Great. I'll see you tomorrow then," Paul says as he starts to walk away. "See ya then!" I go inside and plop on the couch, quickly feeling pain throughout my body. "Damn, fangirls can kick…" Even with the random attack, today was one of my better Valentine's Days.


Well that was fun! What'd you think? I don't think I did very good with Paul's character. Does he seem OOC to you? I dunno. Maybe I'm just being self conscious...

Thought voice: No. You're right. It's terrible.

Me: NOBODY ASKED YOU!