Seems different for Pokémon, but it will be worth making it. First time doin' this kinda crap but...who cares?
Decorated all over the town, including their house, bright red and green lights in most lights, or colored lights, covered in decorations. The decorations were holiday related, of only one holiday, though there are others celebrating other holidays in other places; this area covers a two mile radius. It's that time of year again, those happy, those not, but it is celebrated in some way, whether if it liked or hated. It may be badly described, but hell, it's close enough: Christmas.
Sitting near the front tree, looking around, and not being surprised, Luke has always been this way every year. Being a single, trying and being let down every year, nothing can get him back rising up. People say that there will be someone there for him, like Hell that's gonna happen (Luke). Around 34, not in the mood for any heat, this is around the time that people get desperate. Luke may be different, giving up on any heat, both hetero-relations and homo-relations. Why keep trying when you've failed for 34 years?
He keeps staring, and then decides to 'look around' even more.
He walks through the streets, seeing more decorations of the houses. Some decorations more complex than others, some brighter than others. Other than the decorations, he finds little children playing in the field, teens chatting, others going out.
He stops to look: a Ninetales and an Arcanine. Both were sitting around near a bench, enjoying each other. Both are enjoying each other enough to not see Luke staring at them. He only looks: Arcanine chatting with Ninetales, until eventually, he proposes to Ninetales. She says "Yes!" loud enough for Luke to hear from afar.
Why couldn't it be me? Thought Luke. He walked away a few seconds later.
Walking alone, looking down, he sees some sort of rain coming down from the sky. He looks up, seeing that the sky was gray; he could feel a cold wind coming from the south. Some dots darker than the sky come down; not fast, but slow. He looks forward finding out what it was: snow. Nothing could be done with snow falling down in time to make it in time for the holidays and for the children's enjoyment.
He went on forward, baring the cold. Excessive fur can last him through the day, so walking forward can be done without a risk.
He finds a bench, unknown to him that it was the same bench where Tracey met Alex a few days ago, also where Alex had his moment. He sits on the bench, and looks around. Children were playing in the snow…the snow reaching almost 5 inches. How the hell does it snow that much without a small blizzard? Thought Luke. He didn't answer his question; it was more like a rhetorical question.
He sits, his head slightly lowered down, in silence. His fur make the slightly-below extreme temperatures feel like a small cool breeze. Nothing is to be disrupted to make his life worse than it is now. This side has never been seen by those he knows and cares for. He doesn't want them to be involved; for him, it is best to avoid them at all cost from this side of him.
Nothing was bothering him; he's half asleep, until someone talks to him. "Seems like you're gonna have a bad holiday this year." He is struck awake to see who is talking to him. He turned to where he heard the voice: a Gardevoir sitting right beside him.
"Oh, uh, yeah...I guess," said Luke, "Almost like every year, nothing good, nothing bad...I guess..."
"Oh," said the Gardevoir, "Sorry to hear that."
"Yeah? Well don't be," said Luke, "It's been the same for about all of my life."
"Why don't you have any friends to change that for you?"
"I don't want them involved. I just wanna take care of this on my own."
"Oh...okay." Both stay in silence for a while. The Gardevoir looks down while Luke looks around the view. Luke breaks the silence, "Why did you come here?"
"Why not?" she asked, "You seemed that you've had a bad day."
"No, I'm not having a bad day," started Luke, "I-I-I just, uh...okay. I'm having a bad day."
"Seems like something is bothering you."
"No, it's nothing. Why did you come here?"
"Didn't you already ask me that?"
"Yes, but it doesn't seem to be the answer." Gardevoir paused before answering.
"I just thought...you could be one that could...that could be the one..."
"Oh..." speechless for Luke, "O-Okay..."
"Well, sorry. I guess it was too much to ask for, I guess..."
"No, no it wasn't!" exclaimed Luke.
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better?"
"No, why would I do that?"
"I don't know..." Luke saw a slight grin in Gardevoir. I guess this could be different, thought Luke.
"Eh...well, I could be the one..." said to Luke. She chuckled at his response.
"Jessica," she said, "you?"
"Luke," he said. I guess there is someone for me, he thought. "So...uh..." he started, "what do you like to do?"
This being his first holidays, other than his guardians, with one who is special for him… this should be a day he should cherish and remember forever, whether if any bad or good would to happen at any time. He's outside the house, seeing the non-blizzard snow coming down, seeing white everywhere; there are children playing in the snow, water-type teens washing away the snow, then using water gun on the land to make ice, a trio, a Glaceon, Leafeon, and a Flareon with a black country hat, chatting near the house, they must be Glaceon, Leaf and...
Who's the other guy? thought Alex. He thought about it for a minute, and then thought I shouldn't worry about it. He looked on forward; a few minutes later, he's excited to her at this day.
"Hey," said Alex.
"Hey," said Tracey, "let's go."
"Alright."
They are both walking around the snowy fields, stores nearby, entrances...open; storekeepers...alive and well.
"It seems nice to walk around during the Eve," said Tracey.
"Yeah, it is," responded Alex. "It seems nice that I get to spend Christmas, or the holidays to say the least, with someone I want to be with other than with guardians."
"Yeah, I guess so..." responded Tracey. They both slowly walk to an intersection, Tracey holding Alex's arm. "So you haven't seen anyone else in almost fifteen years?" she asked.
"Other than their friends, no I haven't seen anyone," answered Alex. I'm not sure if I should be proud of it or not he thought.
"Why should you be proud of it?" asked Tracey.
"I don't know," he said.
"Well you should be proud now for having someone that you like." Alex chuckled a bit, and then stood silent, smiling. They walked on.
"Have you ever been with someone else for this day?" asked Alex.
She looked at him, "In a relation or...?"
"No."
"Oh," said Tracey, "Then yeah, with friends. When the others are out drinking, Floyd wanting to be left alone, others drinking again. There's always someone to hang out...mostly. But since you came in, there's always someone to hang out with."
"True...true..." said Alex, "and I have someone to hang out most of the time. Instead of...looking out on the view alone in an 'undecided' expression." Both chuckled a bit, and then walked on in silence. Some Pokémon look in desire, some in disbelief before taking a few hits before sunset. For some it was a memorial thing; for some, it was something to never see or forget about.
Alex stops smiling, seeing that the temperature was colder than a few minutes ago; his coat was too weak for this weather, the cold is coming through.
"Seems like the cold is coming through," said Tracey.
"Yeah, but it'll be alright," said Alex, "I can last a while longer."
"Are you sure?" asked Tracey.
"Yeah, I'm sure."
"Okay."
They reach the intersection; they stand near the light pole. They stand there seeing more in the view: to the left, the road to Valley Cut, all covered in snow; the right, houses with Pokémon outside messing around in the snow. Both are in silence, music can be heard from somewhere that sounds like some slow dance song. Alex leans on the light pole seeing the Cut view.
They done so little but time has gone so fast: the sun is setting behind the Cut but the cold is still here.
"Goddamn," said Alex.
"What is it?" asked Tracey.
"Time when by quick," he said.
"It did?" she asked. He pointed over to the Cut showing the sun behind it.
"Oh, wow, time did go by fast."
"I know." They watch in silence, other than the children yelling and enjoying themselves on the snow, and the slow dance song.
"This is probably one of the best days of my life," said Alex. Tracey smiled, Alex looked up at the light pole and smiled, "and it's about to get better." She looked up at what he's looking at. It's too bright, she looked a little closely: something small hanging. She looked at other flagpoles, about the same item as this item: mistletoe. She looked at Alex who looked down at her, smiling. They stare in silence.
"We don't have to if you don't want to," said Alex.
"No it's alright," said Tracey.
Those who have been taking some shots are looking thinking Oh my God, they're actually gonna do it.
Alex leans low, Alex being taller than Tracey, Tracey barely leaning high. They get closer, other staring if they are actually going to do it.
They kiss, Tracey barely having her eyes open, the same with Alex. They seem to enjoy this moment, also blushing at the moment; it's been about 6 seconds before they were about to start. Those who were seeing were in an emotional expression or drinking into thinking that did not just happen.
They turn their heads the opposite direction, getting deeper within the lips. More than 20 seconds has gone by did they break away. They break lip: some saliva come falling from their lips before they 'disconnected'. Both widen their eyes, smiling. They stare at each other and Tracey says, in a low voice, "I love you."
"I love you too," responded Alex before kissing again.
Both have reached a point they thought they never reach, or at least too soon. Reaching this point too soon can be bad, but during this time of the year, it can be a perfect time...or at least a good time. Getting to this point, hopefully Luke or anyone else won't hear about it until it is too late for anything.
Both enjoy being under the mistletoe, in front of the sunset. Other than the hug, this is one moment that both Tracey and Alex wish will never end. The one who actually want it to end are those who are drunk and are still staring at them, making out in the nearest of the night.
Merry Christmas to those who are reading this and those you love. Good to know that you have people to love for I do not mostly care.
-K9P