Sorry for the slow updates guys...it's Sa-chan's fault for lacking the ability xD Onyl buzzing hun! But anywho, here I just feel like answering a one thing from a review to make clear, even though Bethan finds it hilarious ¬.¬ seriously, she's still laughing about it, maybe I'll hit her in a minute...
But anywhoo, Morty and Victorie are in no way related...I have absolutely no idea where that absurb thought came from :S Mehh...
And as for how old Morty is...mehh, about Victorie's age. Things are soon gonna get interesting ;] Hahaa
And I was forced to update once more *glares* And in the end I actually stabbed myself with a compass and Bethan announced my undying love that I have a huuuge crush on him :( so yahh, I'm still mad about that! Sa-chan hasn't annoyed me...yet xD
So here we go, enjoyy =]
Lift From A Certain Brunette
L u n a - ×
Contrary to yesterday, I woke up rather late today. I did get a good few hours sleep though, I must have just been too reluctant to leave my dreams, it was much more comfortable. But since I had a good night's sleep I was in a rather good mood. Except my awakening wasn't too pleasant, having your alarm clock ringing in a constant, rhythmic shrill beeping is rather annoying. I jerked out of my sleep, focusing my bleary eyes to the dim lighting which was caused only from the speck of sunlight that glowed against the curtains. When I focused myself back into reality, I glanced at the flashing digits on my clock and blinked in shock. Apparently I had set the stupid thing an hour late, meaning I have fifteen minutes to get ready for school! I jumped to it, and I was just tying up my hair when dad called.
"Luna! Hurry up, you'll be late!" he bellowed down the hall. I grimaced as I wound a hair bobbin around my hair then dashed down the hall. I hadn't even gotten breakfast, so I was going be hungry till break.
I made a mental not to fix my alarm clock when I got home, but I was still in an unusually good mood, smiling brightly at dad, ignoring his tick face. He eyed me suspicious but let it pass as since he was terrified of being late; latophobic as I call it. It didn't bother me, but when I got to school I had to rush to class straightaway. Even so I was late and shuffled through the door nervously; ready to be given out to. My eyes quickly scanned over the class and to my relief I got no traces of the colour green, meaning no Drew. Through my brief glance I also realised there was no Grace or Victorie…or even Paul for that matter. Where they trying to keep me away from everyone I know?
"And who might you be?" the teacher enquired, blocking my view of everyone.
I looked back up at him and attempted a sincere smile, although my bright mood was rapidly declining to one more of negativity. "Err, Luna Lockheart sir." I replied in a semi-polite tone.
"And your reasons for being late?"
I shuffled awkwardly and I felt a tinge of pink spread across my cheeks. "Um…I set my alarm clock to the wrong time." I murmured, but some people still heard, and snickered under their breath. A humorous twinkle was also in the teacher's eyes and the thin straight line for his mouth wavered slightly into a deformed shape. He allowed me to pass and I instantly scrambled into the nearest seat. I didn't even check who it was; I just sighed and rummaged around in my bag for my books.
"Now take them down." the teacher whose name remained a mystery to me practically ordered, slamming some pointer stick at the white board which had random information about pages and questions we were to do scrawled across in his tiny italicized handwriting. I peered over my desk to read it, and suddenly clicked what class I was in. I must have misread my timetable and had the books for tomorrow's class. I searched desperately for my book, but to no avail, and let out a quiet moan. "Is there a problem, Luna?"
I poked my head from under the desk and looked at the teacher. I smiled feebly; "Well, I kinda, sorta have the wrong books." I said with a faux grin. He appeared unimpressed, and tutted under his breath before indicating to the person beside me to share their book. I glanced up to see who it was considering they were chuckling quietly to my slight offence, but I soon forgot that and forced back a bright grin upon realising I had actually plonked myself right beside Gary.
"Bad start?" he offered, moving his book into the middle of the desk.
"Yeah." I breathed, giggling idiotically making a spare copy materialize from my bag. He smirked, writing something in his copy whilst not really looking at it. Regardless his perfect cursive script remained aligned with the thin gap between the lines, and I blinked in shock at his ability that I couldn't do to save my life. My writing would go loopy-loop off the point, crooked falling off the page kind of style if I ever attempted that. "Whoa, how'd you do that?" I asked bewildered.
His writing didn't halt as he tilted his head to look at me, and a blush formatted across my cheeks under his lovely dark eyes. I instantly wished I hadn't said anything, but I did so I ended up peering nervously back at him. "I dunno, I don't really think about it." he admitted, and suddenly his writing did go lopsided and he stopped himself with a near silent titter.
"You thought about it, didn't you?" I said, fumbling through my pencil case for some tip-x for him, considering it was my fault, but I'd probably have done it anyway.
He hummed in response, accepting the object and dabbing the black ink with the liquid substance inside. He couldn't write for a few seconds anyway for it to dry, and I hadn't even started. I blinked when I focused at the first question: write a page about Eevee's and their evolution cycle. I can't construct a basic sentence, never mind a page of writing! I fiddled with my pen whilst staring at my blank page, wondering where to start. Eevee's are strange Pokémon that can evolve into – um, how many Pokémon? – a certain amount of other Pokémon. No, that won't work, and I ended up scribbling out half a sentence and ruining my once clean copy. I tried again; Eave can evolve into lots of Pokémon. My, won't they think we're very well educated in Sinnoh, being taught such a vast amount of vocabulary.
I chewed the tip of my pen, trying to desperately recall all the names of the Eevee evolutions. I tried once more; An Eevee is that of a peculiar creature which has several higher up evolutionary forms which consist of…I got stuck again, and I sounded so high class and snooty that time. I scribbled it out once more, then another go. Eevee is one of the Pokémon which generally habitats in the – I got stuck again. Where did they come from again?
"Kanto region." I heard a voice mutter beside me. I blinked and glanced to my side where Gary was smirking, innocently writing away at his own copy. I wondered if I had been hearing things, but shook my head and wrote it down anyway. Then I continued on; They have several forms they can evolve into, such as Flareon, Vaporeon, Umbreon, Glaceon and Leafeon. I had a feeling I was missing some though, and tapped the desk irritably, trying to think of them. "Jolteon and Espeon." I blinked again, I felt sure I had definitely heard someone that time, but when I looked around everyone was busy at work. I frowned but accepted the information anyway, and scribbled it down in my handicapped handwriting.
Okay, I had two sentences down which covered two and a half lines. Great, only seventeen and a half to go, but knowing these stupid textbooks when it says a page it really means two pages. I continued anyway; They are fairly rare and linger more around…damn, I couldn't think of the word at the moment. "Urban territory." I heard that same voice mutter again! I idiotically whipped my head to look around again, and this time one or two looked up and gave me a weird look. I instantly retracted myself and scribbled down the information while it was still in my head.
Now I'm stumped once more. Well, mainly because I'm trying to identify the source of whoever kept speaking. I began writing again, and pretended to be stuck, but the mysterious person didn't attempt to help, so I just ended up writing it in after a few minutes. I even finished the mini-essay, and most of the other questions, but I got stuck once more on a question, what status ailment a Rawst Berry heals. I tapped the desk repeatedly with my pen, making it click in time and the nib constantly poking in and out of it.
"Burn." was the simple helping answer, and I caught it that time. I looked at Gary who had actually managed to finish his questions and he chuckled at my reaction. Of course it was Gary, I can be so thick sometimes! I scribbled down the answer just as the bell went, and we were assigned the questions we didn't complete. I had only finished half of them, and I just groaned while packing my books away.
"Thanks for the help in there." I said when we were both outside the classroom.
He shrugged the gratitude off with a nonchalant wave of his hand. "No problem. So what do you have next?" he asked.
"Err," I pulled out my timetable which I kept in my pocket, "Geography…" I mentally groaned.
"You better make sure you have your books this time." I suddenly stopped, trying to remember if I had them in my bag. No, I didn't, I had my Design Technology books in it instead considering that was a double first thing tomorrow. "What's wrong?" Gary snapped me out of my train of thoughts.
"I don't have my books…I need to go to my locker." I explained, but I didn't really want to leave his presence. It helped me stay in my good mood, regardless of the trouble I'll be in if I'm late again.
"You'll be late though." he stated. I dithered awkwardly in the hall. Be late or no equipment, either way I was going to get into trouble. I weighed the odds of me managing to make it to my locker and back to the classroom in two minutes. Ha, no chance! I can't run for the life of me, which is what I'd have to do if I were to make it on time. "Here, I'll come with you." he offered, steering me in the opposite direction to the class by my arm.
"B-but you'll b-be l-l-late." I stuttered nervously at the contact and I felt my face burning.
"I'm in gym, I doubt they'll mind." he said, "So where's your locker."
So no matter how much I protested about him getting to class, I ended up showing him my locker and looking for my book in it, which was rather difficult since it was a mess. Half of it fell out when I stuck in the key and turned it, and we both had to jump back to avoid ourselves from getting injured. Then whilst he led me back to class he actually got me laughing and we engaged in a proper conversation, devoid of my embarrassing stuttering. He also told the teacher why I was late, which was actually a lie but he got away with it and they instantly believed the 'grandson of Professor Oak'. I paid less attention then I usually did in Geography and just practically daydreamed of the brunette.
Surprisingly it passed really quickly. It was like, I blinked and the bell rung. I actually got sort of paranoid and began thinking maybe I only blinked once that whole class, but then I knew that couldn't have been the case, even when you space out you still blink as normal. It was break now, and to my surprise when I exited the geography room Gary was passing it miraculously at the same time. I grinned and bounded over to him, and he blinked, acknowledging my presence. "Hey again." I greeted cheerfully.
"Oh, hey." he replied with a slight laugh. "How was geography?"
I hummed a note of displeasure. "Actually I have no idea, I didn't pay attention." I admitted.
"And why would that be?" he asked, arching an eyebrow as he glanced down at me to his side.
"Err, I was thinking."
"About?"
A ferocious blush rose to my face, and I did not need a mirror to tell me how red I had gone. I decided to quickly change the subject when he forced himself to stifle his laughter. "Can't wait to go to the beach." I announced happily. By this time we were actually walking outside, though I wasn't really paying attention. Then something struck me that my parents had told me last night, and disappointment must have been blatant on my face considering the suspicious look Gary gave me.
"What's wrong?" he asked.
"I just remembered I won't be able to go. Dad's taking the car to get repaired or something because Kayla managed to slam the door too hard and broke a light on it…" I explained sadly.
"Oh," he murmured, looking excessively cheerless. Then an idea struck him, grasping my attention. "Hey, I can give you a lift." he offered.
My eyes lit up in joy, and if it wasn't just a metaphor, would have illuminated all of our surroundings tenfold. "That would be great!" I squeaked, and if I were at all sane I would not have done my next move, but unfortunately I did and before I could stop myself I had wrapped my arms around the boy in a tight hug. It took me quite a few moments to register what I was doing, and as soon as I did I instantly detangled myself from him with a fresh red hot blush shrouding my face. When I glanced at his it was probably equally as red and I tittered quietly under my breath, diverting my gaze to my feet nervously.
He began laughing slightly too, rubbing the back of his head and ruffling several of his brilliant brunette spikes. "Anytime." he said. His face looked like it was cooling much faster then mine, but the 'anytime' didn't help, from the given implications it gave me. I don't think he noticed though.
I blinked in shock suddenly when I saw Grace…Grace with Drew!? I absently began gaping when I saw them together, and I frown also creased my forehead. I was very tempted to growl something like, 'What is she doing with him?' but I restrained myself. Victorie actually came over a few moments later, also eying the two suspiciously. I continued watching them from the corner of my eye as our conversation continued, and when the bell went I noticed Grace fall, and Drew catch her. He then said something to her and suddenly she looked like she was about to cry. I blinked and Victorie was over to her, dragging her off and I just stood there with Gary, seething in fury. "What did he say to her?" I wondered aloud, my voice thick with anger.
"I dunno." Gary mumbled, looking exceptionally worried. "I think I'll call gramps." he said and hurried inside to head to the receptionist. I watched him go, then shot Drew a glare who was looking rather bewildered himself, then scooted inside for the next class.
The rest of the school day really passed as a blur. I didn't really tune into reality unless I was with Gary, which I had frequently actually. I also had Paul in one of my classes, him being his usual scowling self. Drew seemed rather impassive for the one class I had him in. Before I knew it I was driving home in the car with dad, just gazing absently out of the window.
"What's wrong, Luna?" dad asked eventually.
I snapped into reality and looked at him keep his eyes fixed on the road. "Nothing, I'm just worried about my friend." I said. He nodded in understanding silently. "Hey dad, can I go to the beach with a few friends on Friday, we're camping."
He appeared a little sceptical. "The cars going in to be repaired on Friday." he reminded me.
"I know, Gary offered me a lift." I said, not noticing the happy smile that materialized on my face.
"A boy?" He did his weird cross-eyed trick to examine me.
"Dad!" I screeched. "It's Gary Oak, from—" I didn't even get a chance to finish since Dad cut in.
"Gary Oak! Samuel Oak's Grandson? You have a date with the grandson of the famous professor of Kanto?" I half shouted in bewilderment, and actually almost crashed the car.
I buried my head in my arms which were resting on the dashboard. "It's not a date," my muffled voice said, "We're just friends."
"Right, right, just don't get up to anything since you will be alone, right?"
"Dad!" I screamed so loud I'm surprised the windscreen didn't shatter.
I couldn't resist xD I'd love to be Luna at the hug bit, but noooo, Bethan said I wasn't ALLOWED to be...): she's being mean to me! Pssh, well I still love her anywayz x]
Actually Sa-chan's laughing about the whole Mosty/Victorie thing now...D: Am I the only one who sees this as a problem!? Anywhoo, they want me to post this now, they're harassing me again ): So yahh...I better do it before they both attack me.......
Well Bethan probably will...she's not herself lately o.O PokeShipping? Diet? Something's possessed her...anywhoo, baiii =D
Scarlett~
Over&&Out~
