Gary Oak lay carelessly on his couch, limbs spread haphazardly, red hair damp with sweat. I really should have a shower, he thought. After all, he was supposed to be having dinner with Gramps soon, and he doubted the man would appreciate his grandson stinking up the place.
Gary rolled off the couch, landing with a thump on the thickly carpeted floor. Strange, it was more comfortable than the couch. Still, he didn't intend on lying there forever, much as he wanted to. Gary stood up with a moan. He was sore. Shouldn't have run so far, he thought. May was always telling him to relax, take it easy. Maybe he should listen to her sometime.
Gary's thoughts were interuppted by a sudden rap on the door. Stupid family, never knew when to leave him alone. He opened the door, ready to yell at his sister, when he was forced to stop.
Not his sister. Most certainly not his grandfather. Gary closed his eyes. When he opened them, the person was till there, and they hadn't changed. Damn. Gary rubbed his eyes.
"What," he said, to the person in the doorway. It was a girl, he thought, after having regained enough of his mind to notice anything but the fact it wasn't related to him. Shorter than him, with purple pig tails that were entirely unsuited to the harsh look on her face.
"Gary Oak?" she asked. Gary nodded. The girl raised her eyebrowes, at what he supposed was his dishevelled appearance. He glared at her.
"I have a message for you," she said, though she looked like she wanted to say something scathing. Gary wished she would, instead of just looking at him liked that.
"Well, what is it?" he asked, trying to be calm, but getting the impression he was failing.
"Impatient, aren't we?"
Gary glared at her again. Go away, he thought.
The girl toyed with her pokéball belt.
"It's from your father," she said finally.
Gary's eyes widened.
"No," he said. She laughed.
"Yes."
Gary's eye narrowed suddenly at her, cold blue slits in a still red face.
"What does he want?"
The girl smiled.
"Tell me, or just go away, dammit!" Gary yelled, he fists clenched. He father. How dare he.
"Such a lack of cool, Gary," she mocked, "Can't I come in?"
"No."
"To bad."
"Are you going to tell me!"
The girl sighed.
Dammit Gary, calm down. You're better than this bitch. Don't let her get to you. That's what she wants.
"Tell me," he said, quiet, more controlled.
"He wants to see you."
Gary looked at her. She was laughing, he was sure.
"Well I don't want to see him. Go away." Gary folded her arms, wishing her to disappear. His father. It was so amazingly typical of him.
"No."v "I'm not going to see him. He can bloody well forget about it, there's no way."
The girl smirked, pale green eyes laughed at him.
"Ah Gary," she said, "you don't have a choice."
Gary looked at her, confused. Then he saw what she had in her hand.
A gun.
Oh shit.
She held it up beside her face, smiling all the time.
Gary wanted to kill his father.
"Now will you come?" she asked.
Gary rolled off the couch, landing with a thump on the thickly carpeted floor. Strange, it was more comfortable than the couch. Still, he didn't intend on lying there forever, much as he wanted to. Gary stood up with a moan. He was sore. Shouldn't have run so far, he thought. May was always telling him to relax, take it easy. Maybe he should listen to her sometime.
Gary's thoughts were interuppted by a sudden rap on the door. Stupid family, never knew when to leave him alone. He opened the door, ready to yell at his sister, when he was forced to stop.
Not his sister. Most certainly not his grandfather. Gary closed his eyes. When he opened them, the person was till there, and they hadn't changed. Damn. Gary rubbed his eyes.
"What," he said, to the person in the doorway. It was a girl, he thought, after having regained enough of his mind to notice anything but the fact it wasn't related to him. Shorter than him, with purple pig tails that were entirely unsuited to the harsh look on her face.
"Gary Oak?" she asked. Gary nodded. The girl raised her eyebrowes, at what he supposed was his dishevelled appearance. He glared at her.
"I have a message for you," she said, though she looked like she wanted to say something scathing. Gary wished she would, instead of just looking at him liked that.
"Well, what is it?" he asked, trying to be calm, but getting the impression he was failing.
"Impatient, aren't we?"
Gary glared at her again. Go away, he thought.
The girl toyed with her pokéball belt.
"It's from your father," she said finally.
Gary's eyes widened.
"No," he said. She laughed.
"Yes."
Gary's eye narrowed suddenly at her, cold blue slits in a still red face.
"What does he want?"
The girl smiled.
"Tell me, or just go away, dammit!" Gary yelled, he fists clenched. He father. How dare he.
"Such a lack of cool, Gary," she mocked, "Can't I come in?"
"No."
"To bad."
"Are you going to tell me!"
The girl sighed.
Dammit Gary, calm down. You're better than this bitch. Don't let her get to you. That's what she wants.
"Tell me," he said, quiet, more controlled.
"He wants to see you."
Gary looked at her. She was laughing, he was sure.
"Well I don't want to see him. Go away." Gary folded her arms, wishing her to disappear. His father. It was so amazingly typical of him.
"No."v "I'm not going to see him. He can bloody well forget about it, there's no way."
The girl smirked, pale green eyes laughed at him.
"Ah Gary," she said, "you don't have a choice."
Gary looked at her, confused. Then he saw what she had in her hand.
A gun.
Oh shit.
She held it up beside her face, smiling all the time.
Gary wanted to kill his father.
"Now will you come?" she asked.