"Achoo!" Dy sneezed all over me, "I got a cold."
"I see," I moaned, wiping off the wetness. "Are we almost there?"
"Yes, It is comming up soon. Oh, this is a good hotel, very expensive, but an excellent place to stay! All of the rooms have a hot tub, and an area for the Pokemon!" Brent exclaimed, while playing catch with an empty Pokeball.
We walked around for a while until we found the hotel. It was very big, and it did looked very expensive. We walked up the large flight of stairs, which took forever, literally. Then we got to the door. Brett and me stopped in awe, amazed at the building's size while Dy just stood there picking her nose.
"Let's go in, I bet there are hardly any rooms left!" Dy swung open the door, and stepped into the hall, which was cluttered with suitcases and busy bellboys *and girls* with all the old, rich, snooty people complaining about the service. We got up to the service desk and Dy banged on the counter, while Brett was just sitting down in one of the couches waiting for us to get the rooms. He was a very tall guy, made me look like a midget. He had a long square face, with short spiky bleached hair. He wore a normal tee shirt and baggy jeans. He seemed to be nice, and quiet, very sensitive.
"May I help you?" the clerk said to Dy and me.
"We would like three rooms, if you have any vacancies," I said.
"Ok, let me look here," the clerk looked through the computer database, Brett got up and walked over to Dy and I.
"Is they're any?" Brett asked.
"There is one room left, don't worry though, it is very large." The clerk said after pushing her glasses up a bit.
"One room?!" Dy screamed, then sneezed, "There is three of us!"
"How big is it?" Brett asked the clerk.
"Oh, there is plenty of room, you all will have plenty of room," the clerk printed out a form. "Now will we all be staying?"
"No! Just us 3, your not going to live in it with us!" Dy shouted.
"Excuse her," Brett stepped in. "I'll take care of the bill."
"Are you sure Brett?" I asked, then Dy kicked me lightly.
"It is ok dude," Brett cracked a small smile. "It is ok."
15 minutes later, of fooling around in the waiting room, and in the hall, we got to the 13th floor, where the room was. The bellboy guided us down the narrow hallway, with a whole bunch of rooms. We were getting closer to a room with double doors; the bellboy stopped and unlocked the room.
"Here is the love suit! Hope you enjoy your stay!" The man gave us a bottle of Champaign. "I don't really approve three people using this sweet, but I cannot complain, I bet it will be better than the LAST couple."
"What the hell?" Dy screamed. "Love suite?! LOVE SUITE!!!" Dy yelled out louder.
"Oh my god! I... this place..." I was speechless.
"Uh, at lease it is a big room," Brett added.
After arguing a bit, and several people telling us to shut up, we accepted the fact that we rented out the love suit, but we are going to treat it as a regular room.
***
My thoughts all day were about Cinnabar, and the volcano, and my uncle, but my mind seemed to drift to other thoughts when I was in the suite. The room smelt, different, but nice. I felt lightheaded too, I felt, high. Then the door opened.
"Phil! What are you doing in here? It is such a nice day!" Dy said holding a handful of bunched up tissue.
I was silent. I just kept on looking at Dy's chest. I never knew how big and full and "bloop" she was. "Damn!"
"Damn what?!" Dy replied. "Stop starring at me, it's like I'm naked!" Dy then sneezed again.
"I finally realized it Dy, when I'm around you, I feel like." I whispered the rest into her ear.
"You!" She brought her hand back, then swung it at my face. She slapped me so hard; I fell to the ground holding my cheek. Then Dy ran out of the suite in a huff and I ran after her. After closing the door, I felt normal. I cannot believe I acted like that to her, I felt dirty.
"Dy, I'm so sorry, I don't know what went over me!" I yelled over to her, but it wasn't her, it was the clerk who checked us in.
"I don't mean to interfere, but why is your girl friend so mad?" the clerk asked politely.
"She isn't my girl friend!" I yelled and ran off.
***
It was a few hours later. I decided to tour around the city. It wasn't anything great, the hotel and the gym were the only interesting highlights of the city actually. When I got back to the hotel, I went looking around in there for a bit. It was a very big place, and looked very expensive. I don't know how Brett could have paid for all of this. Yet again, I don't know much about Brett. He is a mysterious guy. Then, I walked up to the 13th floor, I would of taken the elevator but I didn't like them too much, and I saw 2 people by the door of the Love Suite that Dy, Brett and I were staying.
"Is it… working?" the man said.
"Yes! It is so far, that blue haired, tacky hat freak slapped that big twerp for hitting on her!" the clerk chuckled.
"Excellent, we should now go just incase one of them come back, Team Rocket will finally be sucessful!" the two people walked off and I ran in the opposite direction, down to the swimming pool. I knew Dy would be in there because she told me about her swimming addiction.
"Dy!" I yelled out at the pool deck, "Dy I really have to talk to you!"
"Phil!" Dy snapped, then sneezed spraying spit and snot into the pool. "I better get out anyway."
"Dy, it wasn't my fault that I hit on you, it was -" Dy interrupted
"Of course it was you! What do you have a twin brother? Damn it Phil just because you're the nephew to Blaine doesn't mean your god!" Dy kicked me in the leg, which didn't hurt because she had no shoes on, and she stormed upstairs to the room.
***
"Guys!? Who invented them?" Dy yelled, as she swung open the door of the love suite. Her hair was messed up and she was trying to straighten it with her hand. She had fire in her eyes and anger in her step as she stormed down the hallway. Brett ran out with his hand extended, shouting sorry.
"I don't know what came over me!" Brett yelled.
"Don't talk to me!" Dy yelled back, snorting. I grabbed hold of her arm.
"You have to listen!" I said. "Team Rocket is behind this!"
"What?" Dy stopped. "Is Brett..."
"I don't know, but I think we should get out of this as soon as we can, I'll get our stuff, you just get out," I said while plugging my nose. "The smell is make us hit on you."
"Ok," Dy got into the elevator and I headed for the room.
"Brett, get your things, we are leaving," I said.
"Why? Things are starting to heat up," Brett winked at me, then started to move closer.
"Oh my god, no!" I stepped back, and hit the wall.
"It is just you, and me," Brett then started to unbutton his shirt.
I was freaked out, I grabbed the very little luggage we had then I ran out the door, dragging Brett out. Brett shook his head, and rubbed his eyes.
"Phil, I am so sorry what I said to you!" He said. "I didn't mean to, something came over me, I am not -"
"Brett, don't worry, I know what's going on here. Team Rocket owns this place and they are trying to steal our Pokemon," I explained. "Now lets go!"
We ran down all 13 flights of stairs, and we ran through the lobby. People were yelling at us while we jumped over tables, knocked down chairs and bumped into people. We got to the main hall, where Dy was waiting.
"Ok, we have everything right?" I asked.
"I do," Brett nodded.
"Same here, now lets go!" Dy ran out the door, we were about to follow but some people stopped us.
"They're getting away Gary!" the clerk yelled as she pointed to us.
"No they won't, Muk, sticky goo now!" Gary threw out his Pokeball and a Muk came out, then threw sludge at our feet. We couldn't move. "Got them Kelly!"
"You don't mess around with me, Houndoom, go!" I yelled as I released the Pokeball. The Pokeball opened up and out came Houndoom. He growled at the Muk.
"Let's try something!" Kelly yelled, then released a Pokemon. Out came a Quagsire, with a black scar across his face.
"Phil, this is an illegal battle, let me help you," Brett nudged me and threw out a Pokeball. Out came a Dewgong, it chanted it's name and looked at Brett. "Oh by the way, I have this for your Houndoom," Brett looked in his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. "Put this on Houndoom, his dark attack will rise!"
"Ok! Houndoom, come now!" It ran over and I quickly put them on him. "Now Houndoom, Faint Attack on Quagsire!"
Houndoom disappeared for a moment and Quagsire fell over like it was hit. Houndoom reappeared and jumped back into position.
"Muk, Toxic on Dewgong," the Muk spewed out black toxic waste at Dewgong.
"Dewgong, freeze it with Ice Beam!" Dewgong let out a loud cry and shot out ice at the toxic and froze it in place.
"Wow! What level is your Dewgong?" I asked.
"61!" Brett yelled, what about your Houndoom?" he asked.
"50, almost nearing 51," I replied.
"There is no time for chit chat! We have unfinished business and we have to time for you," Gary called back his Muk and Kelly called back her Quagsire.
"Watch out for us, we are elite members of Team Rocket, we could even appear in your home!" They both got out a little ball, threw it to the ground and a burst of smoke appeared. Once it cleared they were gone.
"I see," I moaned, wiping off the wetness. "Are we almost there?"
"Yes, It is comming up soon. Oh, this is a good hotel, very expensive, but an excellent place to stay! All of the rooms have a hot tub, and an area for the Pokemon!" Brent exclaimed, while playing catch with an empty Pokeball.
We walked around for a while until we found the hotel. It was very big, and it did looked very expensive. We walked up the large flight of stairs, which took forever, literally. Then we got to the door. Brett and me stopped in awe, amazed at the building's size while Dy just stood there picking her nose.
"Let's go in, I bet there are hardly any rooms left!" Dy swung open the door, and stepped into the hall, which was cluttered with suitcases and busy bellboys *and girls* with all the old, rich, snooty people complaining about the service. We got up to the service desk and Dy banged on the counter, while Brett was just sitting down in one of the couches waiting for us to get the rooms. He was a very tall guy, made me look like a midget. He had a long square face, with short spiky bleached hair. He wore a normal tee shirt and baggy jeans. He seemed to be nice, and quiet, very sensitive.
"May I help you?" the clerk said to Dy and me.
"We would like three rooms, if you have any vacancies," I said.
"Ok, let me look here," the clerk looked through the computer database, Brett got up and walked over to Dy and I.
"Is they're any?" Brett asked.
"There is one room left, don't worry though, it is very large." The clerk said after pushing her glasses up a bit.
"One room?!" Dy screamed, then sneezed, "There is three of us!"
"How big is it?" Brett asked the clerk.
"Oh, there is plenty of room, you all will have plenty of room," the clerk printed out a form. "Now will we all be staying?"
"No! Just us 3, your not going to live in it with us!" Dy shouted.
"Excuse her," Brett stepped in. "I'll take care of the bill."
"Are you sure Brett?" I asked, then Dy kicked me lightly.
"It is ok dude," Brett cracked a small smile. "It is ok."
15 minutes later, of fooling around in the waiting room, and in the hall, we got to the 13th floor, where the room was. The bellboy guided us down the narrow hallway, with a whole bunch of rooms. We were getting closer to a room with double doors; the bellboy stopped and unlocked the room.
"Here is the love suit! Hope you enjoy your stay!" The man gave us a bottle of Champaign. "I don't really approve three people using this sweet, but I cannot complain, I bet it will be better than the LAST couple."
"What the hell?" Dy screamed. "Love suite?! LOVE SUITE!!!" Dy yelled out louder.
"Oh my god! I... this place..." I was speechless.
"Uh, at lease it is a big room," Brett added.
After arguing a bit, and several people telling us to shut up, we accepted the fact that we rented out the love suit, but we are going to treat it as a regular room.
***
My thoughts all day were about Cinnabar, and the volcano, and my uncle, but my mind seemed to drift to other thoughts when I was in the suite. The room smelt, different, but nice. I felt lightheaded too, I felt, high. Then the door opened.
"Phil! What are you doing in here? It is such a nice day!" Dy said holding a handful of bunched up tissue.
I was silent. I just kept on looking at Dy's chest. I never knew how big and full and "bloop" she was. "Damn!"
"Damn what?!" Dy replied. "Stop starring at me, it's like I'm naked!" Dy then sneezed again.
"I finally realized it Dy, when I'm around you, I feel like." I whispered the rest into her ear.
"You!" She brought her hand back, then swung it at my face. She slapped me so hard; I fell to the ground holding my cheek. Then Dy ran out of the suite in a huff and I ran after her. After closing the door, I felt normal. I cannot believe I acted like that to her, I felt dirty.
"Dy, I'm so sorry, I don't know what went over me!" I yelled over to her, but it wasn't her, it was the clerk who checked us in.
"I don't mean to interfere, but why is your girl friend so mad?" the clerk asked politely.
"She isn't my girl friend!" I yelled and ran off.
***
It was a few hours later. I decided to tour around the city. It wasn't anything great, the hotel and the gym were the only interesting highlights of the city actually. When I got back to the hotel, I went looking around in there for a bit. It was a very big place, and looked very expensive. I don't know how Brett could have paid for all of this. Yet again, I don't know much about Brett. He is a mysterious guy. Then, I walked up to the 13th floor, I would of taken the elevator but I didn't like them too much, and I saw 2 people by the door of the Love Suite that Dy, Brett and I were staying.
"Is it… working?" the man said.
"Yes! It is so far, that blue haired, tacky hat freak slapped that big twerp for hitting on her!" the clerk chuckled.
"Excellent, we should now go just incase one of them come back, Team Rocket will finally be sucessful!" the two people walked off and I ran in the opposite direction, down to the swimming pool. I knew Dy would be in there because she told me about her swimming addiction.
"Dy!" I yelled out at the pool deck, "Dy I really have to talk to you!"
"Phil!" Dy snapped, then sneezed spraying spit and snot into the pool. "I better get out anyway."
"Dy, it wasn't my fault that I hit on you, it was -" Dy interrupted
"Of course it was you! What do you have a twin brother? Damn it Phil just because you're the nephew to Blaine doesn't mean your god!" Dy kicked me in the leg, which didn't hurt because she had no shoes on, and she stormed upstairs to the room.
***
"Guys!? Who invented them?" Dy yelled, as she swung open the door of the love suite. Her hair was messed up and she was trying to straighten it with her hand. She had fire in her eyes and anger in her step as she stormed down the hallway. Brett ran out with his hand extended, shouting sorry.
"I don't know what came over me!" Brett yelled.
"Don't talk to me!" Dy yelled back, snorting. I grabbed hold of her arm.
"You have to listen!" I said. "Team Rocket is behind this!"
"What?" Dy stopped. "Is Brett..."
"I don't know, but I think we should get out of this as soon as we can, I'll get our stuff, you just get out," I said while plugging my nose. "The smell is make us hit on you."
"Ok," Dy got into the elevator and I headed for the room.
"Brett, get your things, we are leaving," I said.
"Why? Things are starting to heat up," Brett winked at me, then started to move closer.
"Oh my god, no!" I stepped back, and hit the wall.
"It is just you, and me," Brett then started to unbutton his shirt.
I was freaked out, I grabbed the very little luggage we had then I ran out the door, dragging Brett out. Brett shook his head, and rubbed his eyes.
"Phil, I am so sorry what I said to you!" He said. "I didn't mean to, something came over me, I am not -"
"Brett, don't worry, I know what's going on here. Team Rocket owns this place and they are trying to steal our Pokemon," I explained. "Now lets go!"
We ran down all 13 flights of stairs, and we ran through the lobby. People were yelling at us while we jumped over tables, knocked down chairs and bumped into people. We got to the main hall, where Dy was waiting.
"Ok, we have everything right?" I asked.
"I do," Brett nodded.
"Same here, now lets go!" Dy ran out the door, we were about to follow but some people stopped us.
"They're getting away Gary!" the clerk yelled as she pointed to us.
"No they won't, Muk, sticky goo now!" Gary threw out his Pokeball and a Muk came out, then threw sludge at our feet. We couldn't move. "Got them Kelly!"
"You don't mess around with me, Houndoom, go!" I yelled as I released the Pokeball. The Pokeball opened up and out came Houndoom. He growled at the Muk.
"Let's try something!" Kelly yelled, then released a Pokemon. Out came a Quagsire, with a black scar across his face.
"Phil, this is an illegal battle, let me help you," Brett nudged me and threw out a Pokeball. Out came a Dewgong, it chanted it's name and looked at Brett. "Oh by the way, I have this for your Houndoom," Brett looked in his pocket and pulled out a pair of sunglasses. "Put this on Houndoom, his dark attack will rise!"
"Ok! Houndoom, come now!" It ran over and I quickly put them on him. "Now Houndoom, Faint Attack on Quagsire!"
Houndoom disappeared for a moment and Quagsire fell over like it was hit. Houndoom reappeared and jumped back into position.
"Muk, Toxic on Dewgong," the Muk spewed out black toxic waste at Dewgong.
"Dewgong, freeze it with Ice Beam!" Dewgong let out a loud cry and shot out ice at the toxic and froze it in place.
"Wow! What level is your Dewgong?" I asked.
"61!" Brett yelled, what about your Houndoom?" he asked.
"50, almost nearing 51," I replied.
"There is no time for chit chat! We have unfinished business and we have to time for you," Gary called back his Muk and Kelly called back her Quagsire.
"Watch out for us, we are elite members of Team Rocket, we could even appear in your home!" They both got out a little ball, threw it to the ground and a burst of smoke appeared. Once it cleared they were gone.