Flirting
N/A: Lightrockshipping – Dawn/Brock
First, his flirting surprised her because it seemed too much, too spontaneous – too desperate for a calm, mature guy like him.
Second, his flirting annoyed her not only because it was embarrassing but also because it seemed like he wanted anyone, who didn't matter, he only wanted love, and she just couldn't understand that, it wasn't logical, not for her. Wasn't love about equal feelings, that they wanted each other, that the bond grew and that they were not only lovers, it wasn't only for the kisses, embraces, the romantic parts of a relationship but you needed the trust, you must talk with your special one, about your problems, about your discoveries, happening and not happening. And how could you do that with someone that you didn't know, that the only thing you knew was the appearance?
Third, his flirting saddened her because she never received any looks, compliment, even though she travelled with him, he had seen her in creative dresses that even made Kenny blush, she had long, shining hair, big eyes, was there something wrong with her appearance? Was it her age? Sure, she was young but not that young, she hung on the edges of both childhood and adulthood, but she would soon be fifteen; was that the same as being a child? Maybe he wasn't interested, but why? He liked every girl he saw, why was she any different? She didn't understand. She blinked away the tears that foamed in her eyes, it looked like this, she had to accept the truth, but it was hard when you had feelings for someone that you saw every day, that cared for you but still didn't find her attractive, she just didn't understand, couldn't sort it out. Was consumed by her own emotions.
In that aspect she behaved like she was teen.
She looked into the mirror and combed through her blue hair. It fell like a current down her spine, covered her bare skin there, a design in her new dress, pink material, slim waist, she looked good in it, it was more mature than her other dresses, even Ash looked at her a bit longer than he usually did, but when she tried to analyze the result, she douted. Did she look good or was it only another of her imaginations that flew towards her, made her head flout in the clouds? She signed, there was no point in remaining in that guess, she had a Contest to take care of – she grabbed Piplup's Pokéball and walked out of the room –
– And bumped right into Brock.
She looked at him and he looked back, at least she thought he did even though it was hard to read his eyes. She blushed and looked at the floor. Why must she feel like this? It wasn't good for anyone. She believed in the fairytale, even though there was no chance for it to soar in the sky.
At least she thought it was impossible.
Then he smiled and said something that made her so happy, delighted, anything, that all the nervousness vanished in front of her eyes. "You look awesome in that dress. There are no words that can explain how stunning you are. Good luck on your Contest!"
Then he left and she stood there. But it was different. Maybe it wasn't a confesion, not even close to that, but it was something. And that was all that she needed for now.
N/A: Oh, yeah, sorry for the break but school has started and my inspiration seemed gone but now it's back... kinda. Anyway, this is my Brock/Dawn, not very good in my opinion but I hope you like it anyway :D Thank you guys that're reading this!