(This chapter is going to be short, shameless Lucy/Harley fluff, but nothing too heavy yet. She'll still annoy him, and eat his cookies, and do other shit, no worries! This is mostly in Harley's POV. And I'll write a longer one soon, I promise. Oh, and a shout-out to Erisna Deathclaw; She got me a real-life Scourge, and she writes fucking amazing stories. GO READ THEM, OR I WILL HAVE SCOURGE EAT YOUR SOUL. Okay, don't own pokemon! Oh, and someone said I stole the name of my main character from doctor who. Sorry, I don't watch it, I wouldn't know. Really sorry.)
Unbeknownst to me, Harley was glaring at the scene of May and Drew practically fucking in front of us. He was fuming.
–Harley's POV-
Godamnit, sonofaBITCH! I should do that to Lucy. Then she could fall off, I'd save her, she'd love me, and we'd get married, and have a house with a white picket fence, and have 2.5 kids. ...Or not. But, come on! Drew and May are obviously gonna go out! And me!
Poor Harley, still single.
And the girl I like is a former prostitute with emotional issues. I grimaced. Okay, that was mean to Lucy. But it was true. I just couldn't like her.
Traveling kinda made it hard to have a steady relationship, and I knew I wasn't the easiest of people to get along with. But still. I decided I had to make a list of things I hated about Lucy fucking Saxon. (A/N: and we all know where this goes. Silly Harley, trix are for kids!)
We breezed back to Slateport after picking everyone up. We were making plans for a party for the new trainers, and then Drew, May, Max, Lucy, and I were going to head to Lavaridge for another contest. As the others ran around downstairs, I sat up in my room. Banette and Octillery were reading over my shoulder.
"Harley hate Lucy-friend?" Octillery asked me. I snorted. "I'm trying." Cacturne sighed. "Harley's an idiot for not liking Lucy-friend."
I glared at him. "No one asked you!" I began to scribble.
Ten things I hate about Lucy Saxon
By Harley Davidson
1. She is a prostitute
I paused. That wasn't fair. She didn't want to be one. And she had sounded so scared when she cried to me that night. It was then I knew I needed to protect her from all the bad people in the world; I would do that proudly. I shook my head. Fuck! Not working yet, try it again!
2. She has stupid hair
Those rainbow stripes. Those soft rainbow streaks that told the world she was bisexual, like me. That she was happy. Or maybe that the rainbow had ended. I didn't know. All I knew is those streaks of rainbow in her raven hair made me want to entangle my hands in it, and— Fuck! It KEEPS GOING! I'm supposed to hate her!
3. Her pokemon are more powerful than mine
Yeah, she beat me in the Contest! AND she did it gracefully, like the essence of grace itself. She looked like an ancient warrior queen, shouting orders to her troops in the thick of battle—GODDAMNIT! I'm doing it AGAIN! Okay, number four. Ignoring Wigglytuff's knowing looks at Ariados, I wrote number four.
4. She cries in front of me
That night she told me her past, she was blubbering all over the blanket, and her Charmander. Seriously! It made me so angry—that her parents treated her that way, that she had to suffer, and I wanted to kill all of them. I sighed, and put the pencil down. I couldn't even get mad at myself at this point. But I had to write this.
5. She's violent
Well, she is. But she makes me laugh, as she swears, and yells angrily. It makes me smile, that she could be so angry and happy at the same time.
I think. What now? I'm halfway done.
6. She just appears out of nowhere, and comes along with me
Okay, granted, I agreed to help her. But she can take care of herself, right? But that doesn't mean I can't protect her... ah, fuck! On to seven!
7. She loves her pokemon more than people
Lucky bastards. She hugs them all the time, smiling and laughing, and I wish so hard to Jirachi she'd do that for me. Smile and laugh, and hug me. I wish I could be her pokemon.
8. She is so brash
Always laughing, outgoing, and she tries so hard to smile. She is so brave... goddamnit, nine! NINE! I can do this!
9. She is always there.
Always there to watch over me, smile about something we did, or something else. She's always there. Like she is now. Wait. WHAT?!
Sure enough, Lucy is climbing up the steps. "Harley! We're ready to party! You coming?!" She yells. Looking at my list, she says, "Whatcha writin'?" I smile, and shake my head. "Nothing, Lucy." But before I follow her down the steps, I put a slash after 'hate', and I write, 'Love'. And for my last one, number ten, I write;
10. She's too good to be true.