Starsea: BWAH! School is almost over for me! Just a few more hours, and I will be done!
Sunny: This chapter took a while for Starsea to complete. She actually had a lot of work to do in the past few days, and she had barely any time to relax.
Starsea: Yay! One of my characters agrees with me for once!
Storm: Anyways, shouldn't we get on with this?
Sage: Yeah, let's do this.
Sunny: Okay, then. The first review comes from Garner4444. Let's see . . . I almost got a question, but not yet.
Storm: Am I pika or pi . . . I'm assuming that means Pichu or Pikachu. Um . . . both, I suppose? I would say more, but it would be giving a lot away, and Starsea has put in a ton of time coming up with twists and turns and characters and plot points that she would kill me if I said a word.
Starsea: *Smiles and punches a fist into hand*
Sage: Okay, me next! No, I cannot guess what you are thinking. There are several reasons why I cannot, but I cannot reveal them as they would also be giving several details out about my character, and as Storm said . . .
Starsea: Just keep talking. Oh! You have a question for me! I must torture you with a cliffhanger because that is what I do, Garner! As a writer, I must keep the reader guessing until the very last minute! I let you come up with your own ideas in your heads, and you can see if you are right. It's actually also very fun to watch you bite your nails in anticipation, as well.
Sage: Gunre The Swedish Spartan! Thank you for your review, and the emoticons are no problem! We love to make them! And let's see . . . it's not related to dreams directly, but . . . hmm . . . I guess you could say that in a very minor way, it is related to dreams.
Storm: And I have a question for you! What does hajdo mean?
Starsea: Okay, then. Mr.001, thank you for reviewing! And I am not entirely sure if the Writing Room is a TARDIS or not . . . It might be, but we haven't been far enough out of it to know for sure.
Sunny: Species Unknown! Thank you for the review, first of all. And secondly, thank you for saying that I am cute!
Starsea: Vulpix411! Thank you for reading and reviewing! It means so much that you say that, also. I hope I can meet your expectations (though I feel that this chapter might be a little bit rushed. I had trouble with coming up with and end.) You can bet that there will be more characters, both good and bad! I have most of this story mapped out, and I really like where it's going!
Sunny: *Sighs* So now that that's settled . . . *Tackles Starsea* I have the key! *Throws it to Storm.*
Starsea: Hey!
Storm: Got it! *Runs to the door. Opens it.* Wow . . .
Starsea: I told you guys, it's dangerous out there!
Sage: *Looks out the door.* Oh my goodness . . .
Sunny: Yay! Freedom! *Runs out.*
Starsea: And there they go . . . *Sighs* I'll go catch them. By the way, I do not own Pokemon. I own Sunny, and the idea for Three Presents. My friends came up with their respective characters, Storm and Sage, by themselves, for the most part.
Starsea: *Runs to the door. Stops.* One last thing. I'm going to be raising the rating up by exactly one level, just for some swearing and a couple of possibly scary scenes much later on. Nothing too severe, and I'll do my best to keep it that way. I'll stick around to do emoticons at the end!
Chapter Eleven: Storm
I smiled as Sunny fell asleep. I reached into my pocket carefully, so I wouldn't wake her up, and took out my phone. I flipped through my contacts, before I came to Sage's name. I tapped it and held the phone up to my ear. Sunny shifted in her sleep, and I flinched.
Someone on the other end picked up. I could only assume that it was Sage's dad. "Hello?" he asked.
I swallowed. "Um . . . is Sage there?" I asked.
"Yes he is. Who's this?"
"It's . . . Storm. I'm a friend of Sage."
"One second," he said. "Sage!" I heard him yell. "Someone's on the phone!"
A few moments later, I heard Sage's voice. "Yes?"
"Hey Sage," I said quietly.
"Storm?" Sage asked. "Is something wrong?"
I bit my lip. "Oh, not really. You wouldn't mind if I could head over to your house to show you something, would you?"
"I'm fine with that. Do you want my address?"
I whispered, "Yeah. What is it?" I listened closely so I could remember the numbers.
I nodded as he told me. "Got it," I said. "I'll be right over."
I ended the call and put the phone back in my pocket. I took my free arm and held Sunny carefully. I stood up and walked over to my window.
I balanced Sunny in my right arm while shutting the window.
"Okay," I thought. "How do I get over to his house without anybody seeing her?"
I eyed the jacket on my bed. I put Sunny onto it and wrapped her in it. I picked up the bundle, moved the chair out from the door, and opened it.
"I'm going over to a friend's house!" I called out to my mom. "I'll see you later!"
I left the house before my parents could say anything.
I went ahead and checked to see how Sunny was doing. She was sound asleep, and seemed pretty calm. I reached into the bundle and scratched her behind her ears. Her tail moved a little. She seemed to like that. And let's face it: she was really soft! I took my hand out from the bundle. She whimpered and shifted a little.
I didn't want her to freak out in public, so I just reached back in and petted her head. She sighed and relaxed.
I was in a somewhat awkward position. I felt that she might yell at me later for petting her, but she might start crying if I didn't.
I decided to risk it and continue. I didn't want to draw much attention to myself. There weren't too many people walking around, so I was safe at the moment.
I walked like this until I reached the house that Sage had told me about. It was a lot simpler than I would have thought. I squinted to make sure that the address was correct. It was, so I went up to the door and knocked on it, taking my hand off of Sunny's head.
The door was quickly opened by Sage. "Hey," he said to me. He looked down at the bundle in my arms. "What's that?" he asked, a little confused.
"Um . . ." I started. "I think we should talk about this in private."
Sage squinted, as though he was trying to figure something out. He seemed to give up and nodded. "Alright," he said. "Come in."
I walked into his house, and to be honest, it was just as plain as the outside. There was a painting of a flower above a television, but other than that, there really wasn't anything hanging on the white walls.
We walked into his room, and I almost laughed at how many things on the walls just emphasized the fact that Sage was a genius. There was a desk against his wall that was covered with books and random papers, each covered with complicated equations he was working out. His walls were covered with several different posters, each with a quote, or an equation on them. A periodic table was hanging above his bed.
"So what is it?" he asked me, locking his door. He turned back towards me and crossed his arms.
I looked down at Sunny. She wasn't reacting to anything that I was doing. She was practically comatose.
"Um . . ." I said, looking up. "So, how should I say this . . .?"
Sage gave me a look. "What?" he asked.
I laid Sunny down on his bed carefully. I didn't want him to see her so I could feed him one thing at a time.
"Well, this might be bigger than we thought," I said, trying to figure out exactly how I would go about telling him about what had happened.
"Well go ahead and tell me," Sage urged. "What's bigger than we thought? The eggs?"
I nodded. "Yeah." I looked back over at the bundled up Eevee. "Sunny told me that she saw a Pokemon earlier today."
He raised an eyebrow. "Really?" he asked in a disbelieving way. "How can you confirm that?"
"Well . . ." I said, a little nervously. "Don't freak out or anything. Got it?"
He didn't answer, and I took that as a yes. I sat down next to Sunny and carefully reached out to the jacket surrounding her. Sage watched me expectantly as I carefully uncovered her, revealing her sleeping body to Sage. His eyes opened wide, and he blinked in shock.
". . ." He opened his mouth to say something, but nothing could come out. I snickered a little at his inability to understand what was in front of him.
"You okay?" I asked him.
He nodded, still in shock. "Is . . . Is that the Pokemon she saw?" he asked.
I shook my head no, and I became a little nervous about answering. "Why don't you just read my mind?" I asked him.
"I'm trying not to," Sage said. "I'd rather you talk to me. You never know what you'll find in someone else's head. No offense, but . . ."
I rolled my eyes at him. I debated on whether or not Sunny would want me to tell him, and then decided that she would have to deal with it eventually. "It's Sunny's power," I said.
Sage tilted his head and squinted at me. "What? To see Pokemon?" he asked. "That sounds kind of weird."
I shook my head. "No," I said. "She can turn into them."
"Wow," I thought, "that was a lot easier than I thought it would be."
Unfortunately, Sage really didn't seem to believe it. "Really?" he asked in a somewhat sarcastic tone of voice. "You're kidding, right?"
"No. I'm not," I said. "I mean it."
He shook his head. "That's impossible, though."
"Look," I said, pointing at the sleepy Pokemon, "this is Sunny. I'm really not kidding. If I can do this –" I put my arm out and let my sparks crawl up my arm. I'd gotten just a little better at it, "—and you can do your whole psychic thingy, then Sunny can change into a freaking Pokemon. That's why she was so scared of her powers. She almost lost her mind the first time that it happened."
Sage blinked and looked back at Sunny a second time. "You're serious?" he asked, but in a not-so-sarcastic tone of voice. I nodded at him.
He didn't take his eyes off of Sunny for several seconds after that. "So . . ." he said, flustered. "Oh goodness . . ."
I nodded back to him. "It's a little difficult, huh?" I frowned at her, and then looked back to Sage. "She told me that her parents are coming back tomorrow."
Sage still couldn't keep his eyes off of her. I stood up and waved my hand in front of his face. He blinked and looked at me.
"Wh-What?" he stammered. I raised an eyebrow at him.
"Are you alright?" I asked him. "It's just her power, you know."
Sage opened his mouth to speak, but still could not. I laughed internally at his predicament.
"Hello?" I said, trying to get him to speak. "Can you hear me?"
He glared at me, but other than that, seemed to ignore me. "It's . . ." he started, looking back at Sunny. "It's . . . just . . . really amazing, you know?"
I nodded. "That's what I told her, but she wouldn't hear. Let's hope that she won't be scared of it, after this."
He crossed his arms and looked me back in the eyes. "So, you said that she saw a Pokemon?" he asked.
I nodded. "Yeah. She typed it out for me."
"That's impossible, though," he said. I went ahead and gestured back towards Sunny. "I know that she can turn into one, but it's just a game. How can one possibly be here?"
"I don't know. But she saw one, and I believe her."
"I don't like not knowing something . . ." Sage mumbled. "It doesn't feel good."
I shook my head. "I know," I said. "It sucks that we don't know much."
We both looked over at where Sunny was sleeping. She shifted positions and yawned. Sage asked, "So . . . what are we supposed to do now? Do we just wait for her to change back?"
"I guess," I told him. After that, we just kind of stood there, trying to figure out something to do in our heads. Sage glanced at his desk for just a second, but shook his head and looked away.
"Hey Sage," I said, "out of curiosity, just how exactly are you a genius? I'm not trying to offend you or something, but you just don't seem like the kind of person that really would be that into studying."
"It wasn't my idea," Sage said. "My parents were the ones who told me that I should go to college early. They signed me up and everything. But yes. Technically, I am considered a genius."
I frowned. It just seemed strange that this kid was a whole lot smarter than anyone who I knew. "So . . . what kinds of things can you do?"
He shrugged. "It's easy for me to memorize things, and to figure out things in my head. I also like to strategize. I love to play chess."
"Okay . . . what's 127 times 34?" I asked.
"That's not the kind of thing I mean," he told me. "But it's 4,318 . . ."
He blinked at me for a moment, and I just kind of stood there.
"That was really impressive," I said, dumbfounded.
"I can just work things out really fast in my head," he said. He looked down at his watch and frowned. "But I cannot figure this thing out, no matter how hard I try . . ."
He hit it with his hand several times, and I was afraid that he was going to cut his hand open by one of the gears.
"Careful," I told him. "You don't want to break it."
"I won't," he muttered. "Trust me. It won't break."
"Okay . . ."
He hit it a couple more times, then tried twisting the gears around. "Why give us watches that do nothing? It's not like we couldn't get our own."
He sighed and went about carefully twisting and turning several of the gears, and touching the watch to try and find a button.
"Come on!" he yelled, hitting it one last time. That seemed to do the trick. The gears on the watch suddenly started moving on their own, and very quickly, as if they were frustrated from being hit so many times.
Sage put his hand down and stared at the watch. The gears moved faster, and faster, and before we could even do anything, it started to glow a bright white color, completely blinding me. I was forced to cover my eyes.
"Sage?" I asked, squinting. The light shone brighter, and then it suddenly stopped.
I looked around the room, blinking the spots from my eyes.
Sage was not there.
Starsea: Since I'm the only one around at the moment, I'll go ahead and do these by myself!
Garner, here is your emoticon (I don't know if you want Pikachu or Pichu, so I'll do Pikachu. I don't know if it looks exactly like a Pikachu . . .) (o^-^o)
Gunre The Swedish Spartan, here is your emoticon! :-)
Mr.001, your emoticon! :-)
Species Unknown, here is yours! :-)
And Vulpix411, here is your emoticon! :-)
You guys know the drill: You can request any of us (being a character, or myself) to personally respond to your reviews. You can request an emoticon, along with who will give it to you. And you can ask a character a question! Have a wonderful day, now excuse me while I try and get my characters back!
*Runs out of the Writing Room.*