Today is my birthday! : )) 15 years old already. Man, I'm getting old : ))
Disclaimer: Saaaadly, I don't own Pokemon.
Paul slumped down on the chair and turned on the TV, however paying no attention to the people fussing around on screen in what looked like a mushy, silly telenovela. With a small sigh he brought his knee up to his chin and wrapped his arms around his bent legs, which still felt a bit weak. Whatever he was doing, his thoughts always flew to last night, the night he had spent together with his classmate. The heat of the blankets and Ash's skin overwhelmed him again. But there was something inside of him he couldn't quite put his finger on, something which made him look back at the night with Ash with some kind of sympathy.
His trail of thoughts had been interrupted by the creak of the door. Paul looked up. It was his brother, alone, without that freak face. Paul glued his eyes to the TV, ignoring his brother like he always did. Reggie let out a soft sigh, walked towards the kitchen, then changed his mind mid-way and turned to his brother.
"I know that you will probably say that you don't care," he began, and for a moment thought of stopping, since Paul gave no sign that he was actually listening, but he continued anyway. "Mom left." Paul didn't answer. What the hell was Reggie talking about, his mom always left. She was rarely home, like a regular mother, and when she was actually there she was dead drunk and never took care of her sons, like a fucking regular mother. He clenched his teeth.
"That's old news." He said.
Reggie's face darkened. "She left the country, Paul. She's moved abroad." Oh, that was new news. Paul let his legs slip from his grip and his feet hit the floor with a noise.
"Did she already finish all of the men in this country? Or maybe she want to change the landscape." he said disgusted. He knew very well what his so-called mother was doing abroad. Reggie's thick eyebrows furrowed slightly.
"Paul, don't speak like that of our mom. She's is trying to make money for us." Paul feels like laughing.
"Well, actually, prostitution is a way to make money, too." He said, without even turning his head towards his brother. Reggie's scowl deepened.
"Paul, I told you to stop talking like this about mom." Finally, Paul's head shot towards him and an equally angry scowl was present on his handsome face.
"Cut it out, Reggie." He snapped. "She is nothing but a whore." He stood up hastily and walked straight to his room. Slamming the door behind him, he noticed the sheets on his bed where neatly arranged. Ash. He must have made the bed. Paul smirked; he was such a girl. He pressed his hand hard against the thin sheets and the matress, a feeling of warmth and satisfaction flooding him.
Ash had been practically dragged outside of his house by Ritchie, Gary and Misty. After he ate, he went straight to his room and sank between the sheets, staring at the ceiling. As his thoughts ran back to what happened last night, his face reddedn and burned so hard that he was afraid his pillow would be set on fire. He wanted to bang his head into something hard, preferable a wall, at how embarassed he was feeling now. He felt like he'd never be able to face Paul without melting into a puddle of jelly.
When his phone began ringing, he jerked and stretched a shaky hand to check the caller ID. It was Gary. After a long conversation in which Gary threatened him that he was sending the FBI, The Carabineers and The Masked Men after him, Ash finally agreed to go out with his friends.
"C'mon, you moron, we ain't got all day." Ash ignored Gary's frustrated shout and the fist banging in his bedroom door, threatening to punch a hole through it. He dressed quickly with a pair of jeans and a red T-shirt and exited the room. In front of the door, Gary stared at him.
"Ash, your shirt is backwards." Ash's face had been once again set on fire. He went back in his room and put his shirt properly.
"Geez, you're really an airhead." The taller boy said, putting his arm around his shoulders. Outside his house Ritchie, Misty and, Ash couldn't stop a violent shade of red stain his face, Brock. The older male seemed quite nervous as well and gave him a little wave.
Ritchie came with the idea of getting icecream and now Ash was sitting on a bench licking absently his strawberry one. Suddenly, Brock sat down next to him and gave him a sheepish smile.
"I'm sorry for putting you in an awkward situation." He said. Ash smiled.
"No problem, man." He licked his lips smoothly.
"Hey, Ash." Brock continued after a small pause. "Do you like Paul?" he blinked, looking at the pink icecream melting slowly in his hands.
"I believe I do."
"The Masked Men" (Mascații) – slang for Romanian Police Rapid Intervention Squad agents
The Carabineers – Italian gendarmerie
Aww, sorry it's short : ) Reviews are very welcome!