Early update huh? Okay, change of plans. After reviewing and re-reviewing the OC's I have recieved, I realized something. Nearly all of them are submitted by people who distinctly didn't read the instructions. I know I sound like a total tight-ass, but I did repeat these things, multiple times. And no one seemed to read it.

First of all, NO MARY SUES! Seriously, nearly everyone is a sue in some way, be it their history or their very NAME.

Second. No one-sentenced personalities! That's a quality of their personality. Not a complete one!

Third. This last one is very vain of me. But it's still a requirement. If you don't give me a review, as in actual feedback for the story itself, then I won't look at yours.

Please keep sending in OC's. I'm not done yet. For those who suspect these problems apply to you, can you send me a PM so we can work out the kinks? I'm not just gonna leave you high and dry all right? I'm not that big of a jerk. And for you anony's, Citrine and harison86, no worries, you're all good.

So that's it. And since I have so few characters, I'm dropping the twelve OC limit. Don't know what I was thinking with that. I've just never written a submit your own character story before. And so, the OC's will just appear as they appear. The first is in this chapter. Please enjoy.

Chapter 7: Every Option Available

"Who's that guy?" Bianca whispered her question, the steady and rather noisy breeze aiding in silencing her voice. I still heard her, but luckily the man before us didn't. I didn't answer though. I really didn't want to risk being heard. Even from the back this guy looked like a bad egg. What with the black leather jacket, black pants and dark boots, not to mention the black sling pack over his shoulder. The guy definitely had a 'dark' motif about him. And if I just went by height alone I could tell he was way older than me. Then again, the stubble on his face added to that assumption. Speaking of hair, the absolute mess of brown hair atop of his head had been attempted to be covered with a brown and blue baseball hat, but to little effect since it was way too long and curly for that.

I had a feeling I knew which pokemon he was using. But I couldn't be sure. So I took out some headphones that I was planning to use on my MP3 player before I realized the battery wasn't charged. But that didn't stop me from connecting them to the pokedex so I could get some info without being heard.

"Scraggy, the Shedding Pokémon. The lower half of Scraggy's body is covered by a tough rubbery skin and when someone makes eye contact it responds with Headbutt."

So that's a Scraggy, huh? I thought to myself as I wondered what the hell this guy was doing. Oshawott wasn't standing above Munna for no reason. If he was trying to catch that pokemon it wouldn't bother me. But that Oshawott looked pretty beat up. Anyone merciful would've hit him with a pokeball by now.

"Playing the hero? Cute." The man suddenly said out of the blue to the Oshawott who stood there, breathing heavily. "I love it when someone does that. I really do." He was speaking slowly and methodically, almost like someone exhibiting interest. But then he shattered all my expectations by breaking into a slightly maniacal snicker. "Because when I break those little arms, snap that little neck and leave you broken, I'll be able to see every last hope die out." The psychopath gave his lips a lick. "And it'll be ever so much fun."

Yeesh. This guy needed a girlfriend. Then again, what am I saying? What girl in her right mind would want to go out with that? But I was still confused. A nutcase, he was. But I was having a hard time seeing his motivation here. I couldn't fathom why he was attacking Oshawott. Or Munna for that matter. But despite the clear crazies that were running through this freak's thought process, Oshawott stood tall, obviously too tired to speak.

"What do you think s'goin' on Black?" Bianca really needed to learn when to stop talking. As well as how loud she should talk. Her first question might've been a gentle whisper, but this was way overkill. There was no way the possible serial killer didn't hear that. I grabbed her arm and ducked us both under cover behind the decaying concrete wall. For a moment there was silence. I was getting my hopes up. Maybe he was hard of hearing.

And then a hole was punched in the concrete directly above my head. I turned my head up with a grimace to find that the Scraggy had actually punched through the wall. Gulp.

"Come out before my aim gets better." I heard the psycho yell from behind me. I took a deep breath. Something told me, I didn't want to get involved in this. But I stood up anyway. Maybe I just wanted to help out Oshawott and Munna. Maybe I wanted to figure out what this maniac's damage was. Or maybe I just didn't want to get my head bashed in, who knows? I was now face to face with the madman. Great. Right where I wanted to be on the opposite of the earth from. From this angle I could even see his sunglasses. Which made me question how he could see anything in this darkness. And more worthy of my sarcasm, the skeleton of a fish pokemon was stitched into his baseball cap. Attractive.

"Let's see." The man said with a voice that rivaled Cheren's attitude in terms of chilliness. "Bright blue jacket, over-the-shoulder bag, running shoes aren't even dirty. Ha ha. You're a newbie, aren't you?"

"Yeah, isn't that great. So yeah, I'll just be-AIYEE!" I screeched as the Scraggy aimed another punch near my feet. I got out of the way just in time to avoid my foot getting broken.

"Yeah, I'm gonna stop you right there." The criminally insane man said just before giving another questionable snicker. "Tell me, little boy. Do you have a dream?"

"A...A dream?"

"Come on. Tell me noob. Tell me your frickin' dream so it'll be that much more satisfying when I crush it."

"Wha-?"

"Pokemon! Send it out!" Scraggy launched himself at me once again, this time, really using his head. Quite literally. He was trying to Headbutt me. I dived out of the way landing near the man's feet. And he in turn, tried to kick the ever-loving daylights out of me. I rolled out of the line of fire in time again.

"What the hell are you doing? Are you crazy?"

"Most say that." Oh good. I was screwed. Just what I was looking to do on a Saturday night. Die. "Are you gonna send something out?" He continued as I managed to dodge another assault from Scraggy. "DO IT YOU-"

"Gah! Fine! Joel go!" I tossed Joel's pokeball, or rather I fumbled with it and it fell to the ground. It snapped open, and my insect friend came out...asleep again. "JOEL! NOW IS NOT THE TIME!"

"Huh?" Joel snapped awake. "Oh no! I'm sorry! Sorry! So sorry, I-"

"Joel! Look out!" Too late. Joel had already fallen victim to Scraggy's Low Kick and was soaring through the air, legs flailing around all over the place. And even worse, he was headed right for a wall. "Joel! Use Spiderweb on the wall to soften the blow!" Joel steadied himself, mid-air and shot Spiderweb quick as he could at the oncoming wall. The silky substance landed with a splat and it looked like Joel would be fine.

"Hi Jump Kick!" Uh oh. The psycho finally decided to give an order. And it might as well have been the killing order. In the blink of an eye, Scraggy sprung up towards Joel, somehow going at the same momentum. And while holding up his "pants" he placed his foot on Joel. And at that moment, it didn't matter if there was a Spiderweb on the wall or not. The moment Joel made contact with the wall, he was crushed underneath Scraggy's foot. Scraggy flipped back near the crazy man's feet, glaring at me the whole time. Joel's feet were naturally gripping the Spiderweb, but looking at the swirls in his eyes, it was clear he had fainted.

"Aw man, you're serious." Not a question. I swallowed hard as I heard another snicker. Nothing about him boded well.

"Break it."

"What?" No way. Scraggy was already dashing towards the fainted Joltik, and when he was close enough, he jumped high above Joel and descended again for another Hi Jump Kick. I couldn't even scream in terror. It was all happening so fast. At the rate he was going...Joel would be...splattered.

"Osh this you wott!" Oshawott leapt into the scene, Razor Shell ablaze. He slashed the unsuspecting Scraggy across the chest, knocking him off course and away from Joel. And when Oshawott hit the ground, he collapsed, fainting. I fumbled for Joel's pokeball and recalled him so fast I'm surprised the ball didn't break or something. He'd be needing a rest. First he was almost eaten and then almost squished. I might have to go back to that Nurse Joy to give him some therapy.

"Friggin' brat." The freakazoid grunted as the last of Joel was brought back into his ball.

"WHAT THE HELL IS YOUR PROBLEM? WHO ARE YOU?"

"The name is Yuki. And for the next few hours, you're my-"

"Tepig! Use Flame Charge!" Suddenly, flames lit up the night. I looked behind me. Someone had replaced Oshawott as Munna's guardian. Specifically Bianca. And she had come out of hiding to help me. I'll give her this. She was a bit of an airhead, but she was brave. Her Tepig was making a b-line for Scraggy, running at top speed and completely cloaked in flames.

"Low Kick, Antoine." Tepig was completely caught off guard when this 'Antoine' of a Scraggy swept his foot in Tepig's path, making the swine collapse, landing on his face. "Hi Jump Kick!" Before Tepig could recover, Antoine the Scraggy got in the air again and used the same attack once again. The difference was, this time he slammed Tepig's head into the dirt, once again knocking his opponent out in one hit.

"Whoa." I said to myself. This guy was good. And he was terrifying. Seriously, he was really trying to kill our pokemon. "Why are you doing this?"

"Why not?"

"Well for one thing I could get you arrested on charges of assault, and-"

"Because I'm not like you. I don't strive to be stronger, or aim for greatness." Yuki took off his sunglasses and my soul nearly jumped out of my body. He had purple eyes. Genuine purple eyes. How evil was this freak? "I just looove it, when dreams die."

"HUH?"

"I don't expect a wannabe like you to understand. Suffering. It makes me feel...alive."

"Is that really necessary. What a cliche. Or is it a stereotype. Hang on, I need to think about this."

"Oh for the love of-SHUT UP! Antoine! Hi Jump Kick!"

"Bianca recall Tepig!" I shouted as Scraggy prepped for another attack. Bianca fumbled around in her bag for a moment, clearly sweating before snatching a pokeball. She pointed it at Tepig and called back the fire pig pokemon. Making Scraggy miss and hit his leg on the hard earth. He cringed for a moment. Wait a minute...

"Hmph. Waste the Oshawott." Oh dang it. I knew I forgot something. I grabbed my only other option. Tony's luxury ball.

"Tony! Use Incinerate and stop him!" My plucky best friend came out on the double, fire attack blazing. Antoine hardly saw it coming and was rocketed right into a wall. "Don't stop, follow up with Quick Attack!"

"Moron. Use Swagger!" Antoine landed with a grunt and an evil sparkle in his eye. I gulped. I didn't know that attack. Since Antoine was a dark type, it could be anything. I was ready for the worst, but all Antoine did as Tony ran forward was cross his arms. After foolishly thinking I was out of the woods, the Scraggy was coated in a shining scarlet aura. And that was it. I smirked as Tony got in close. If he could he could just land a hit...after he smacked into the wall.

"What?" I was flabbergasted. He had been right on course. He even had Victory Star on his side. How could he have missed?

"Idiot. Do you not know how Swagger works?"

"Ah shut up! What do you know?" I brought out my pokedex and looked up Swagger so I wouldn't have to listen to this maniac talk any more than I had to.

"Swagger. A move that raises the opponent's attack power, but also confuses the target."

"Aw geez!" Tony looked confused all right. He was stumbling all over the place, and he had a really distorted frown on his face. Distress just seemed to radiate from my little buddy as he walked into walls and jumped in the air only to use Quick Attack on the ground, messing him up even further.

"With its attack power raised, your pokemon will just do more damage to itself. God you're a moron." I clenched my teeth. There was one thing I knew for sure. This guy was no newbie. He knew how to work these battles. "Kids like you shouldn't even be near pokemon if you suck this much. Faint Attack!"

"Gah! What are you-?"

"Putting it out of its misery!" Antoine disappeared for a moment, only to reappear behind Tony. And before Tony could even hit him by accident in his confused state, Antoine swept his legs, making him fall on his face. "Wrap it up!" Antoine leapt into the sky once again. And once again, he used Hi Jump Kick and landed on Tony's head, smashing it right into the earth.

"TONY!" Needless to say, he fainted. But that was the extent. It could've been much worse. He hadn't even been in the battle long enough to tell me he was hungry. I brought out his luxury ball in a panic and hit the recall button. I couldn't believe it. We lost in just those two moves. I was sweating up a storm. If nothing else, one thing was clear.

There was no way I could possibly win this.

He was too strong. This guy was a wacko, but talented. Even if I sent Snivy out, what good would it do? Knowing Snivy, she'd probably join up with this guy in kicking my butt. And I was worried about Bianca too. She was just cowering, holding Munna protectively. She was incredibly vulnerable. I was wondering what this probable criminal was capable of. So many things were running through my head. And I couldn't do a thing about any of them. I...I couldn't anything.

"What, you gonna cry now?" I wasn't. I didn't even look it. Okay, maybe a little. "Aw wittle baby. Maybe you shouldn't have taken up this job kid. If you're not willing to deal with people like me, then you're pretty much screwed." I grimaced. And just as the last sliver of sunlight vanished from over the horizon, I actually saw someone worse off than me. And worse off than Bianca too. Oshawott. He was still breathing hard. I still didn't understand why he was protecting Munna earlier. Did wild pokemon just look out for each other?

Wait...Oshawott...was wild...

"Such a dumbass." Yuki continued with his little rant about how much I sucked at life. I walked over to Oshawott as he continued to gloat. "I mean, you're not even willing to do what's necessary. If you were terrible at this, that'd be one thing. But you are, by far, the most idiotic little son of a-"

"Shut up!" I screamed as I scooped Oshawott into my arms. I could no longer see Yuki's face in the dark of the night, but I didn't want to. "I don't care how good you are! I don't care if I just started out! I don't care if I don't know what I'm doing yet!"

"What the hell are you-?"

"It doesn't matter if I can't beat you right now! Yeah! I'm a little freaked out. But that's 'cause you're freakin' nuts! Yeah, you're better than me! So what? I've been dreaming every day. I've been waiting. I wanted to be a pokemon trainer all my life. And now that I am." I cradled Oshawott in one hand and searched around in my bag for the other. And if I didn't find what I was looking for before my speech was over, I would have nothing to back it up. "Nothing is gonna stop me, from reaching my goal. You can try. But just because you're a freaky sadist, it doesn't mean you can crush my dreams! Yeah, I'm not a good trainer yet. But you know what? I've done it for only a few days now. I'm none too confident, but let's get one thing straight." The first shard of moonlight shone onto our little battlefield, and I was able to see Yuki raise an eyebrow when he saw the heal ball in my hand. The same one I had picked up on the way there. "I will make my dreams come true. And I'll use every opion I have to do it."

I touched the heal ball to the scalchop on Oshawott's stomach. And it snapped open. Oshawott was converted into red energy and was instantly warped inside the pink sphere. The button flashed red for a moment, and with a "ding" Oshawott had been caught. And before I even relished in this small victory, I tossed the ball in the air, letting it open wide.

"Oshawott! I choose you!" The light of Oshawott's release lit up the night like nothing else. And when he hit the ground and took form, he stood strong, with a scalchop in his hand and a fire in his eyes. It worked. It actually worked. The heal ball had healed all his wounds, and got him fully prepped for battle. Although he did look a little confused. He turned around to find me catching his heal ball. Instead of getting mad that I caught him, his eyes simply glittered in the little moonlight.

"Is this for real?" Oshawott asked with that hopeful glitter in his eyes.

"Uh...yeah, I guess." I had no idea what was happening. I guess he wanted to be caught, but I couldn't fathom why.

"YES!" Oshawott exclaimed to the heavens, making me step back a bit. Oshawott bumped his fist against his chest in pride, obviously a little cocky. "I got me a human!"

"You...got me...'eh?"

"Are you actually talking to that thing?" Yuki said with rolling eyes. Great. Now the crazy guy thought I was crazy. What does that even say about me?

"Just forget it! We're back in this game! Oshawott! Use Water Gun!"

"Sure thing!" Oshawott winked at me, and then got his game face on. He turned back and with a mischievous smirk, he fired off Water Gun at his opponent.

"Hi Jump Kick!" Antoine was too fast for our assault, getting into the air before Water Gun even got close. "You missed."

"Did we? Aim it at Yuki!"

"What?" Yuki expected the water to stop pumping right out of Oshawott's mouth when it was obvious we'd never hit Antoine. But quite on the contrary, I wasn't interested in aiming at something we'd never beat in direct confrontation. Yuki never saw it coming. The water pressure was enough to push the sadist back a few feet, but not quite enough to knock him off his own feet. He had blocked his face with crossed arms, but when he put them down, he was fuming. First time I saw him mad. Satisfying, but not quite what I needed to focus on.

Antoine was distracted. Aiming at the trainer hadn't exactly been a part of his plan either. He turned back to see the extent of the damage, and therein my opening lied.

"Oshawott! Razor Shell! And aim for the legs!" Oshawott was no slouch. He heard the order and he was more than happy to oblige. He prepared his scalchop and in a flash it surged with a watery blue aura. He leaped to the distracted Scraggy's level, slashing at Antoine's feet. Antoine yelped in pain, and to make matters worse (for him) he landed on his head with a thud, still nursing his wounded legs.

"What in the-?"

"Ha! Now who doesn't know what he's doing? You missed with Hi Jump Kick so many times, your Scraggy was bound to build up some damage in the legs. And hitting you with Water Gun was the perfect diversion to line him up for Razor Shell."

"You little-"

"You said before that I'm not willing to do what's necessary. Well guess what? I'm not aiming to be a hero or anything, so I'm willing to attack you if I have to. I just want to get the heck away from you. With my pokemon in as few pieces as possible."

"Not too proud of yourself, are you?"

"Nope! I know I'm a newbie, so sue me. I may not be able to beat you today, but I know I will someday. For now, I'll settle for getting as far away from you as possible."

"Grrrr. Antoine! Swagger!"

"No chance! Snivy! Come out and use Vine Whip on me!"

"What was that?" Yuki exclaimed with complete bewilderment as Snivy emerged from her pokeball, landing right in front of Oshawott. And just as I expected, she immediately switched her focus over to me. Just for the sake of disobeying me, Snivy didn't use Vine Whip. Instead, her tail leaves began to glow. I recognized this attack. It was Leaf Blade. Snivy was about to punce on me...until Antoine used Swagger that is. And when I saw Antoine glow red, I knew what was coming. Snivy's eyes widened, and she began to stumble. Oshawott simply blinked at the disoriented grass type, completely unaware that that attack was meant for him.

Snivy, in her confused stupor, turned her hatred towards Yuki. I saw the man clench his teeth just before Snivy jumped him. She flipped multiple times in the air before trying to slash away at the psycho with her Leaf Blade. Yuki backstepped in time, but the Leaf Blade did manage to catch onto his jacket pocket. It fell to the earth, pokeballs rolling out of it upon impact. Yuki saw this and immediately made an attempt to grab them. But I was ready for him now.

"Now Snivy! Use Leaf Blade again! Give me a taste!" And once again, I was able to fool Snivy. Instead of using Leaf Blade on me, she spun mid-air and used Leaf Tornado at no dicsernable target. But luckily Yuki's pokeballs were caught in the vortex. As the attack dispersed, the pokeballs scattered everywhere, with shadows still plaguing our location. "You have fun looking for those! Snivy, return!"

I recalled Snivy because, well, I didn't want her confusion to disappear while she was still out of her pokeball. She might realize she was attacking thin air instead of me. I motioned for Oshawott to get over to me. He jumped into my arms, and I turned around and dashed towards Bianca.

"Wow, amazing!" Bianca said with an admiring look towards me. "That was awesome! You're so strong. What are you gonna do now? Beat him with a really smart strategy? Oh I know! You're gonna use Hydro Pump! Does your Oshawott know Hydro Pump? It has to, I know it does! You're so cool! Your Oshawott knows Hydro Pump! I bet-"

"RUN NOW! TALK LATER!" I grabbed her free wrist, since the other was holding Munna deftly. I rushed her past the psychopath, who was scrambling around for his pokeballs with his Scraggy. I looked back as we escaped, just to make sure he wasn't gonna follow us. He wouldn't be getting up and chasing us any time soon. Though he did give me a very rude gesture with his hand that I can't exactly describe in good company. Something told me I hadn't seen the last of him. Though I certainly hoped otherwise as my millions of beads of sweat indicated.

I dragged Bianca out of that scrapyard, but I didn't stop there. I kept running, through the forest and down the road. I kept running and running, functioning solely with adrenaline. And when I saw the city lights brighten up my night, I let out a groan of relief. We were in the clear. We were surrounded by normal, non-creepy people. Well, if Cilan showed up it would be a different story, but hey he wasn't there.

"Phew. That was...close." I said between breaths. And there was Bianca, staring at me without so much as a hint that she was even a little tired from that run. Was I just out of shape, or was she really just that much more athletic than me? The world may never know.

"You were great!" Bianca praised me with such a high-pitched squeal that it required a few people around us to cover their ears. Including me. "Wow, Black. You're so strong! Are you gonna challenge the gym? Because if you did-"

"Bianca! Are you gonna catch that Munna?" I interrupted her little rant that I'm sure wouldn't be going anywhere. I pointed at the Munna she had protected, which was still staring at her with a dopey expression under her arm. Bianca realized she had been holding the Munna the whole time instead of catching her with a pokeball. And she laughed like a hyena when she did so. "Whoopsie."

"Here." I said as I offered her an empty pokeball. She snatched it up right away, and pressed it to Munna's forehead. And like Oshawotts and Joltiks before, Munna was snapped inside. And with little resistance, the ball stopped shaking in her hand, making the traditional "ding" noise. Huh. Funny. The Munna hadn't really known Bianca that well, and yet she was easily caught. Then again, who was I to talk? I had two pokemon that had already done that. Well, three counting Tony.

"Yippee!" Bianca exclaimed as she posed with her pokeball. And in classic Bianca style, she immediately forgot about it and asked a completely irrelevant question. "You were awesome! How did your Snivy work through that confusion? Because I know, that if I was confused, I'd-"

"Snivy hates me."

"Oh." Bianca got quiet. Hate was a touchy subject with her. Since, y'know, she didn't really hate anyone.

"Yeah. And since she was confused, I knew that she wouldn't attack me. Just the opposite. I can be smart when I wanna be. And as for you." I began, holding Oshawott in my outstretched hands, so I could get a better look at him. "WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ALL ABOUT?"

"It's not that complicated." On a side note, I was fully understanding him now. not just jumbles of his speech, but all of it. Wait that's not a side note. That should be the biggest note of all! "That guy tripped over my new friend Munna. And then he just started attacking her."

"That's...that's it?" I stated with a shattering patience. "We went through all that, because that guy couldn't watch where he was GOING?"

"Uh...yes." The Oshawott replied with the goofiest grin I'd ever seen in my life. Why wasn't that psycho committed? How could anyone in their right mind, let THAT out on the streets? People just as insane, that's who!

"Hey cool! You can talk to him!" Ah crud. I forgot. Normal people can't have conversations with an Oshawott. "Oooh, I know! Ask him what his favourite food is!"

"Anything delicious I can get my hands on, really." I face-palmed and moved on. The difference between Bianca and normal people was that Bianca wouldn't question the fact that I was chatting with a freaking POKEMON!

"Yeah, that's another thing. Why did you steal all that stuff?"

"Well..." Oshawott was rather awkward here. He was staring at his dangling tail, like he didn't want to talk about it. "I...I don't really know how to survive in the wild."

"Huh? Shouldn't that be second nature to a pokemon?"

"Excuse me, have you ever been a pokemon?" I shook my head. "Then shut your mouth. I was born in the city y'see. And...stealing always seemed easier than foraging."

"So you're just lazy."

"I didn't say that!" Oshawott crossed his arms and turned away. "It's not like I like stealing. It's just the only way to get by."

"Hmmmm." It made sense. I couldn't argue with that. I know if I was all alone, I would be desperate to feed myself too. "Okay. I guess I believe you."

"Huh? Really?" Oshawott looked genuinely surprised. But that quickly went away when his eyes started to glitter again with the street lights. "Oh wow. I picked a great human."

"Yeah, okay, I get the food." I continued, not even acknowledging the sudden change in attitude. "But why did you steal the stuff from the gym and all those pokeballs and the other stuff? You had no use for that!"

"How else was I gonna get your attention?"

"Huh?"

"Listen up Bro."

"Not my name."

"Whatever Bro. I already said that I don't like to steal. And I do live in the city. And whenever I steal something in that place with all the trainers." The pokemon center, no doubt. "I see them. The pokemon. And how their humans always help them out. Feeding 'em. Teaching 'em new moves. Givin' 'em hugs. I...I don't really have any family...so."

"You...you wanted...a partner?"

"...Yeah."

"Hmm. Alright then."

"Huh?"

"Got you in this heal ball, didn't I? Which means you and I are in this for the long haul."

"Really? You mean it?" Oshawott got that look in his glittering eyes again. Guess I had caught a new pokemon. Don't know if 'catch' was the right word, but hey, if it meant having another pal with me, who was I to complain?

A new friend. A new enemy. And hopefully, tomorrow, a shiny new gym badge.

End of Chapter Seven!

Alright there's the end of another chapter. Remember people. I like your OC's. I just gotta be fair.

So without further ado, let me end off by saying-

Black: HOLD IT!

Ah geez, what is it?

Black: Where's the music number! I had my dance shoes ready and everything!

Ah man, do I have to?

Black: You promised one per chapter!

Fine! HEY BIANCA! SING SOMETHING!

Bianca: What am I supposed to sing?

I dunno. You watch that one show, what's it called...Joy?

Bianca: It's Glee!

Whatever, start singing!

Bianca: Remember those walls I built,
Well, baby they're tumbling down.
They didn't even put up a fight,
They didn't even make a sound.

It's like I've been awakened!
Every rule I had you breakin'!
It's the risk that I'm takin'!
I ain't never gonna shut you out!

Everywhere I'm looking now!
I'm surrounded by your embrace!
Baby I can see your halo!
You know you're my saving grace!

You're everything I need and more! (I'm walking on sunshine, wooah!)
It's written all over your face!
Baby I can feel your halo! (I'm walking on sunshine, wooah!)

And don't it feel good!

I can feel your halo, halo, halo,
I can see your halo, halo, halo,
I can feel your halo, halo, halo, (I'm walking on sunshine, wooah!)
I can see your halo, halo, halo, (I'm walking on sunshine, wooah!)

And don't it feel good!

I used to think maybe you loved me now baby I'm sure!
And I just cant wait till the day when you knock on my door!

Oh now now!

I'm walking on sunshine, wooah!
I'm walking on sunshine, wooah!
I'm walking on sunshine, wooah ohoh!
And don't it feel good!

I can feel your halo, halo, halo,
I can see your halo, halo, halo,
I can feel your halo, halo, halo,
I can see your halo, halo, halo!

I can feel your halo, halo, halo,
I can see your halo, halo, halo!

I can see your halo,
HALO!