Me: (singing) say whatever you want cause I can laugh it off.

Paul: you can't sing

Me: technically I can, just not well.

Paul: you also don't own pokemon. (walks off)

Me: At least he did the disclaimer this time

"Troublesome girl." Those two words made Dawn feel unimportant. She really wasn't that troublesome. Was she? She sighed and looked at him, they were at opposite sides of the pokemon centre restaurant.

Maybe she should say hi or something but then again what if he calls her a troublesome girl again?

To Paul that was what she was. A troublesome girl who was unimportant. Actually an annoying, whiny girl who wore really short skirts that a ten year should probably never wear though she always looked cute.

Paul's eyes opened. Cute? What was he thinking? He was beginning to suspect that someone had put something in his ramen. Maybe he was drowsy, his fan girls were weird.

"Hey Paul." Paul looked to his left and saw Dawn holding her pachirisu.

"Oh, hi. Can you go away, troublesome girl?" Dawn's eyebrow twitched. Why did he have to say that. It made her feel more unimportant.

"I am not troublesome. I happen to be very helpful." se replied.

"Sure." Paul rolled his eyes and coughed something that sounded like. "Troublesome."

"Hey! I heard that." Paul looked at her with a I-don't-care look. She glared at him, obviously pissed off.

She slid into the booth that Paul was sitting in and sat opposite him.

"Did I say you could sit here?" he asked. Dawn restrained from strangling him(though most people would've). Instead she just looked at him, not saying a thing. Each minute, Paul got more and more suspicious.

"look, troublesome. Whatever you have to say just say it and leave. I need to train my pokemon."

"Well why don't you. You could do that instead of eating,"

"Troublesome. Get to the damn point." Paul growled.

"Fine. Did you know you can make people feel unimportant?" Dawn asked. Paul for a second looked surprised. He never knew he had that affect on people.

"I do?" Paul asked actually sounding like he cared. Though in reality he was interested. He was a good actor. He does feel emotions like everyone else, he just hides them well.

"Yeah. Have you not noticed. You insult practically everyone you meet which makes them feel like they aren't important and that you are important." Paul looked at her curiously for a second. "What?"

"Do I make you feel unimportant?" Dawn avoided his gaze. She really didn't want to answer that. "I do don't I?" Dawn sighed.

"Yes."

"Oh well." Dawn glared at him

"What does that mean."

"Well you aren't that important." Dawn slammed her fist on the table and stood up.

"Hey! I may not be famous but I am important to some people."

"Like who?" Paul scoffed.

"My mum because I'm all she has left." Paul looked at her.

"What do you mean?"

"My dad and sister are dead, idiot!" Tears were streaming down Dawn's face. She sat down and buried her face in her hands. This was not how she imagined talking to Paul. Then she felt a pair of arms wrap around her. She looked up and saw Paul.

"I'm sorry." He whispered and then he walked off. Dawn watched him walk off.

Maybe she wasn't so unimportant after all.

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