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Well, here's the second chapter. Again, thanks to Arrow for supplying some name. Ashley was obvious. Arrow gave most of the rest. On with the show...um...story.
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Gary looked at the girl beside him. He couldn't get over how familiar she looked. He just couldn't put his finger on where he'd seen her before. Finally, he turned to her. "Hi, my name's Gary. It couldn't escape my attention that you look so familiar. Do I know you?"
She turned to him. She looked almost exactly like Gary...minus the...equipment. "I'm Gina. No, I don't think we've ever met. But you look very familiar to me."
"Well, you want to go get something to eat?" Gary was getting hungry and didn't realize he just asked her on a date until she replied.
"Sure, why not?"
He helped her up and let her go ahead. When he was sure she didn't see him, he mouthed, "I am such an idiot. This is a hospital and I'm eating here. What am I thinking?"
They were walking to the cafeteria when Gina stopped. Gary walked up to her side to see why she had stopped. He saw a full length mirror on the wall. He saw Gina's mouth was in a very large O shape. Gary tried to figure out what shocked Gina so much. He looked at his own reflection, then hers, than his again. He realized they looked almost exactly alike.
"Um, Gina. What did you say your last name is?"
"I didn't. It's Oak. Gina Oak."
"No way. I'm Gary Oak. Why would we have the same last names and look almost exactly alike?"
"I have no clue."
"I knew I shouldn't have gone into that yellow ball thing."
"Wait, did you say yellow ball thing? Like a big ball of electricity?"
"That's the thing, yeah."
"I know what happened. Let's go back to the lobby and wait for some people I know, and if I'm correct, some people you know, too." She added in a cocky tone, "And I'm always right." She grabbed his wrist and pulled him back to the lobby.
Mickey walked into the lobby of the Pokémon Center. Brock rushed in nearly knocking Mickey over. "Pokémon Centers always have Nurse Joy's!!!!!!" He ran straight to the service desk and rang the bell.
A tall man stepped out from behind the wall. He was wearing a lab coat and a white doctor's uniform underneath. He had short red hair, which was split right down the middle and combed back on the sides. "Hi, I'm Doctor Joe. May I help you?"
Brock, wanting to save embarrassment (too late) got out his Vulpix and set it on the counter. "Um, yeah. I'd like you to do a check up on my Vulpix. You know, just to make sure it's still fighting fit."
"I'll do what I can." Dr. Joe smiled and took Vulpix into the examination room. Just as the door shut, a squinty-eyed girl ran after him. After the door shut, she tried to go in. She ran into the door and fell back.
Brock ran over to see if she was all right. He helped her up and noticed she looked a tad familiar. "Hey, do I know you?"
She cleared her vision by putting her hair back. "I'm not sure. Are you from around here?"
"No. I'm Brock. I came here via some yellow ball thing."
"I'm Brenda, and I think I know what happened. Let's go back to the lobby and wait for some of my friends. It'll give me something to do while I wait for Dr. Joe to come out."
"You really have a thing for this Joe guy, don't you?"
They walked back to the lobby, talking the entire way.
Ash walked into the Pokémon Center ahead of Misty, who was complaining about how her legs hurt from running, how far the Pokémon Center was from where they were, and listing off reasons Ash shouldn't have ran the entire way.
Ash had already gone to the front desk. Seeing no one was at the desk, he rang the bell. Dr. Joe Slowly came out to keep away from Brenda.
"Hello, how may I help you?"
Ash looked over Dr. Joe. "Where's Nurse Joy?"
"Nurse who? I'm the only person who works here."
"Weird. I need my pokémon healed."
"Well, you came to the right place." Ash handed over his pokéballs and went to sit down. He didn't notice who all the people were, but he went and sat down on a couch in a corner. Misty went over and sat beside him.
"Ash, have you noticed something about all these people?" She didn't hear a response. "Ash?" She turned her head towards him to find him sitting there with his head lolled back sound asleep.
Out of the Pokémon Center in a little house, Professor Samantha Oak was typing on her computer Suddenly, the phone next to her computer started ringing. "Who could that be? No one knows this number. This is the secondary line for the Internet." The phone rang again. "Maybe they'll just go away." It rang again. And again. "I can't take it anymore." She picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
There was a young boy at the other end. "Hi. Is Bobby there?"
"I'm sorry, no one by that name lives here. Bye." She hung up. "Cute kid. On with my wo--"
The phone rang again. "Okay, probably just the same kid." She picked up the receiver. "Hello?"
It was the same young boy. "Hi. Is Bobby there?"
"No, I told you. There's no Bobby here, nor has there been, nor will there ever be. Clear?"
"Okay." This time the child hung up. Samantha returned the receiver to the phone. Instead of typing, she said, "Three, two, one." The phone rang. "Right on time." Samantha was getting a bit irked by this kid's persistence. She remembered a plan she had when she was a kid that would get rid of telemarketers. She picked up the reciever and held it at arms length. She yelled, "Mr. George, get back in your coffin before I stab you again!!!" She put the phone to her ear and said in a nice business like manner, "Grim Reaper Cemetery, You Stab 'Em, We Slab 'Em. Would you like to try our two for one deal?"
She heard a gasp of horror coming from the little boy, a click, and the disconnected tone.
"Let's see him call back now." The phone rang. "What now? Better skip to the cemetery part." She picked up the receiver. "Grim Reaper Cemetery--"
It was an adult on the other end. She sounded pissed off. "HOW DARE YOU SCARE MY BOY LIKE THAT! HE'S JUST A KID! HE'LL HAVE NIGHTMARES FOR THE REST OF THE WEEK THANKS TO YOU!!!" She got a more subtle tone. "By the way, do you cremations?"
Samantha decided to have a little fun. "No we do NOT do cremations, and if you have a problem with that you can park your over-payed, fat ass on _this_ mid-digit and swivel -- swivel till you squeal like pigs on a honeymoon." A smile crept over her face. She didn't extend her mid-digit because it wasn't a video phone and there would be no point.
The mom just hung up.
Samantha still had the ear-to-ear grin as she hung up the receiver. "Well, that's solved one problem." She started laughing to herself as she continued her computer work.
Tracy walked into the Pokémon Center with Ashley. Ashley was in a full complaining mood. "We would have gotten here with Brock and Mickey if you hadn't distracted me with your dumb drawings."
Once she saw Brock, her mind quickly changed subject. "That Brock guy sure goes after every girl he sees."
Tracy told her the thing Brock had for Nurse Joy's. "Once, a Nurse Joy said she wouldn't talk to him unless he was injured. So Brock intentionally broke three bones by falling down a flight of stairs. Even then she wouldn't talk to him. She had a Chancey bandage him up for her."
"That's exactly what Brenda did about a month ago."
"That's when it happened. Looks like Brock and Brenda have a lot in common.
Mickey, who had over-heard the entire conversation, had to put his two cents in. "More than you know."
Ashley went to the sofa Mickey was sitting on and sat next to him. Tracy went around the sofa to another sofa, which had only one person on it. Tracy went over and sat on the sofa. "Hi, I'm Tracy."
The guy on the couch looked at him. His face was exactly like Tracy's. Actually, his whole body was. He was like an exact duplicate, except for the headband. "That's my name, too. Tracy Sketchit."
"That's my name! Weird."
"I usually go by Trac though." Brenda came over to Trac and whispered something in his ear. She said that all these people were them, but opposite. She left Trac with Tracy. Trac started putting two and two together. If Tracy was his opposite, why wasn't he a girl? The light bulb went on in his head that was practically yelling the major difference: Tracy's gay! "Um, it was nice talking to you. See you around!" Trac got up and hastily strode over to Brenda and Brock. "So, you're saying these people are us, but opposite? Or vise-versa?"
Brenda nodded.
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That's it for now. I know, bad chapter end. As for Samantha Oak's way of getting rid of the kid and his mom, I took that from my own life. My brother and I used that on our deserted Internet line…unfortunately, the caller was our mom. She couldn't get through the main line. Go ahead and try it your self. You might get a kick out the unknown person's reply.
Enough about me, REVIEW!! I REALLY need comments to keep up my typing.