Author's note: *totally avoids the fact that I haven't updated in a long time* Schools out! Suddenly, there is a huge opportunity to write again now that final exams and softball season are over!

And that, as probably all you readers know, is a common lie made by authors.

Here I am, schools out, and I am reading AP English books for grade 10 and writing responses every 25-40 pages. I will be babysitting for two weeks during the summer. I am trying to spend time with my friends and boyfriend (no, he is not the dude from math that I mentioned in chapter 6) most of the summer ….. And! Then the importance of One Week is placed after this. I apologise.

Enjoy the chapter!

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Gold's Pov

"I know that I am not like Green! I'm sorry that I can't have a perfect relationship like you and Green do!"

"Shut up! You don't know anything!"

Those words never stopped ringing in my ears for the last fifteen hours. My words still did not sound like my own, even though they were spoken by my voice. Crys's words still sounded bouncy from her wavering, angry yet sad breaths. Every time these words ran through my mind, I finally began to understand them better.

I screwed up.

But of course, I had stored this information in my brain to pull in a different important topic from those ringing words.

And that topic explained why I sat in the Viridian Gym. Why I dragged myself into an office that was way too fancy to possibly be owned by a teenager. Why I leaned over a wooden desk stacked with neat piles of paper. Why I stared into two deep green eyes that could never compare to my golden ones.

There was something going on other than dating between this gymleader and my best female friend. Something going on that made her spill tears the night before. And of course, as the main hero of this treacherous tale, I had to figure out what.

"What dumb ass move did you pull?"

The Oak looked up from his paper work, rolled his eyes, and set his pen down. "Okay, let me get this straight," he sighed, leaning back in his office chair. "You break into my gym-"

"I didn't break in."

"Gold, considering that the gym is closed Thursdays, you did indeed break in."

"Oh forgive me! You should at least put some warning on the front door if you don't want people to come in on Thursdays!"

"There is a big sign listing the opening and closing hours that covers one of the two front doors. And if that wasn't a big enough hint already, I may as well mention that the door was locked."

I glared into his emotionless eyes. I swear to Arceus, this guy had been pissing me off since Tuesday: acting like he was smarter than me …. Like really, he shouldn't have accused such a community friendly person like me of breaking and entering.

"But as I was saying before," Green continued. "You break into my-"

"I didn't break in."

Without breaking eye contact, the brunet dug into his jeans pocket and took out three pokeballs. He rolled them around gently in his one hand. "Let's see, Charizard, Golduck, or Scizor. Who is the least likely to destroy my office?"

I glanced at the pokeballs. Where exactly was he going with this?

"But more importantly, who is the most likely to teach respect to a certain brain damaged junior?"

The meaning of his words snapped open. I used my insanely awesome, yet totally hidden, ninja skills to flip over from my sitting position and land behind the leather chair I had formally sat in! … okay, so I actually bolted to my right, hit the arm of the chair, and flopped hopelessly like a magikarp to the ground. But to completely tell the truth, girls have the hots for ninja skills. My avoidance sounded way cooler when I brought up ninja skills.

"Woah, man! Sending out a killer pokémon on a fellow dex holder? Not cool, Trying to be Cool Guy!" I yelled. I crawled behind the chair and snuck a peek at my senior. Believe it or not, but I think I actually saw a tiny smile curl on the tips of that demon's mouth.

Green nodded proudly and put all but one pokeball back in his pocket. He set the remaining one on the desk in front of him: the release button pointing upward. "So Gold, are you done now? If so, please take a seat like a normal person. I know it is hard, but it would be nice to believe that another dex holder could sit and act somewhat normal."

I glared at him. "Okaaaayyy, but it's not my fault that you consider you're 'coolness' normal," I sarcastically muttered and slumped back down into uncomfortable leather chair.

And then I blinked.

Bad choice.

Next thing I knew, beams of light exploded from the desk and I now had an irritated charizard glaring down on me. Arceus, the last two days had been quite shitty.

"Are you done now?" the Oak moaned.

Gazing into the fiery eyes of the dragon I nodded. And this time I was serious.

"Good. So, now that that's over I guess I'd like to know why you are accusing me of pulling a 'dumbass move'." He massaged his forehead with his thumb and index finger as if I was giving him a headache. I was one in the shitty situation. He should have been calling a full time fricken masseuse to massage me. And pay for it too!

"Something happened last night," I said calmly. Last night wasn't exactly a memory that I wanted to recall, but, hey, this was Super Serious Gal's happiness that we were talking about. "After I mentioned your name she started crying. What did you do?"

Green raised a questioning eyebrow. It looked as if he really didn't know what he did wrong.

"Oh come on, you have to know!" After I yelled this, Charizard let out a small roar and I instantly lowered my voice. "Oak, I don't care if you dated her or not, because I know Crys way better than you do and I'm going to say this to you straight:"

"That girl is the hardest worker I know. She can catch pokémon that I know for a fact that you could never catch. Crys had a team full of level forty and over pokémon before your gramps had even gave her a pokedex. She trained herself to kick pokeballs with her legs because she broke both of her arms and the girl still had the nerve to move forward. And still with all this hard work already, she still has the energy to volunteer at the Pokémon Academy in Violet and be an assistant to your grandfather."

I paused for a minute to catch my breath. "And if all that doesn't make Crys cry already, I seriously don't know why the name of a boy would."

The brunet glanced at his charizard and without saying a word, he sent him back into the pokeball. "Gold, I think you better tell me the whole story of what happened last night."

Again, recalling last night was painful, but it was Crys's happiness that mattered.

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Crystal's Pov

This was pathetic. Why had I cried so much?

It was about two o' clock in the afternoon the last time I checked my clock, but that seemed like such a long time ago. Then again, this single day had seemed like weeks.

I laid flat on my back on the lumpy bed in my room. I had gotten dressed around noon to make my mother happy, but I spent most of the day in bed anyway. I lay there, not because I was tired or anything, but because there was no use of getting up. Life seemed so much simpler if I just stared at the ceiling, having gravity pull my life down to me.

My pokégear had ringed a few times that day. One call was from Silver, which I ignored. I just didn't have the courage to talk about last night. Another call was from Professor Oak, asking if I could fill in for another assistant that day. This call was also left to go to voicemail.

No calls from Gold.

I didn't want to talk to him. Not yet. I didn't have the guts after realising that I was just as bad as him.

But still. For some reason my heart ached for a single call.

Both times my pokégear had ringed were the only times I moved quickly in those slow moving hours. I would burst up from my pillow to reach the device from my bedside table. Then after I read the caller ID, a wave of disappointment would hover and I'd slowly move back into my depressing laying position. I don't know why I hoped for a guy that I hated so much at the moment to call me.

As if on cue, a little bringing sound vibrated out of my pokégear. This time I attempted to not get my hopes up when I sprawled out to grab the device. Even with my attempt, there were still butterfree fluttering in my stomach. I read the caller ID.

Blue.

I exhaled a sigh and threw the pokégear back on the bedside table and plopped back onto the bed.

The ringing eventually stopped, but a few moments later it started up again. I let out a very annoyed moan and snatched the pokégear up once again. Blue's name scrolled across the screen made me moan even more. I gave up and answered it.

"Blue, I don't really want to ta-"

"!"

The scream left the pokegear's speaker so loudly that I dropped it onto the bed to plug my ears. Some days I wondered why that chick chose being a dexholder over being a famous actor in horror films. Blue's loud scream would make anyone jump in their seats.

An image automatically came to mind. I could picture my juniors, Sapphire and Ruby, watching a horror film with this scream. Sapphire rooting on the killer…. Ruby hiding behind a couch because he heard the scream. A scream probably meant blood. Blood usually meant tainted clothing.

But, of course, this image had nothing to do with the moment at hand.

"Girl, what's wrong?" my senior started saying. "Silver told me something was wrong, but you weren't answering your pokégear." Sure. Silver could blab about my problems to Blue, but I couldn't tell her about his crossdressing? "I swear that boy needs more social skills. If you want to talk to someone, you should find a way to talk to someone, ya know? I mean, I put in a little effort and I got a hold of you."

I closed my eyes and flopped into the sheets. Why couldn't I have just turned the pokégear off? "Sorry Blue, but I really don't want to talk right now."

And then there was silence…

I had thought she might have hung up after my words. My finger hovered over the 'cancel' button happily.

"Okay, it's been a few seconds. Want to talk now?" She blurted. The quickness in her voice told me that it must have been hell for the brunette to stay quiet for that long.

"Of course I don't!"

"Well then. I gave you the opportunity to change your attitude, but it's too late now," Blue chimed sarcastically. "Crys, you are talking to me whether you like it or not. Even if I have to hunt you down so badly that you change your name and register into a safe house."

"Blue, I respect you because you are my senior and all, but there's nothing you can do to make me talk about my problems. I kind of just want to lay here and die of starvation so I don't even have to face my problems."

"Okay?"

"Okay? So does that mean I can hang up now?"

"Nope. That 'okay' was meant to ask you if you REALLY wanted me to use drastic measures to make you talk."

Somehow a chuckle escaped my lips. "Drastic measures? Blue, if hunting me down so badly that I have to change my name isn't a drastic measure, I don't know what is."

"Pfft, girl! Hunting you down is not even close to as bad as what I have in mind. You have a lot of pride, Crys, and all that pride can be gone within an hour when you consider this drastic measure I may be making. I have THE pictures and I am not afraid to use them to make you talk-"

"Pride? Pictures? Go ahead; I have nothing bad to hide." Well, at least I couldn't remember anything bad at the moment.

"Oh ya? What about the staryu incident during our girls day at the beach? As a pro catcher, I'm sure you wouldn't want pictures of that streaming the internet. Heck, I might just sell all the pictures to Gold for a pretty penny… That was a sad day… That star-bikini top was really nice before the staryu attacked…" Her voice sounded like daggers trying to rip through the pokégear.

Oh shit, I forgot about the staryu incident.

The staryu just couldn't go for the bare skin, could it? It had to go for the swimsuit.

Note to self: put a shirt over a bikini top before trying to catch a pokémon that can use the move 'swift'.

Second worst day of my life.

I picked up the pokégear slowly. Raking my hand through the hair I never bothered to put into pigtails, I growled something over the pokégear. "You- You ma'am, are one devilish woman. You know that right?"

"Ya, ya, ya. Green tells me that every day already. Let's not talk about this problem over the phone. I'm on my way to your house."

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Author's note: Well, I am happy to bring laughter back into the story (at least for me anyway). I just hate writing depressing stuff *cough cough* chapter 9 *cough cough*.

And the grand Blue makes her appearance!

I would have finished the thing with Gold and Green in this chapter … buuuuuuuut I was trying to stay to my 4-6 Word pages with size 11 typing thing.

Otherwise, this story would never get updated.