When I arrived at Vermillion it was almost bedtime, so I was drinking my
regular cup of Ocra tea, which usually gets me to sleep, while the nurses
gave my pokémon some healing. Suddenly, a girl, about my age, was sitting
across the table from me! I hadn't had much experience with girls, but I
knew that this one was particularly pretty, with brown hair, and hazel
eyes. I felt nervous to be talking to her, because I hadn't really had any
contact with girls all my life.
"Hi!!" She said, cheerfully - how anyone can be cheerful so late at night was something I didn't know. "My name's Vera Crystal. What's yours?"
I hesitated. I know this seems dumb, especially considering what things are like now, but I wasn't too comfortable. "Uh, I'm Cael." I paused, hoping it would add effect. "Cael Yetinca."
I waited for the laughter - sometimes I got that, being a male, and having a father who runs a perfume company, or perhaps her becoming uncomfortable. Or sitting somewhere else. I cursed myself for saying my last name - I should've waited until it would've become impolite for her to leave. As it was there was a silence. I guess she was weighing her options - whether to sit somewhere else, laugh, or try to befriend me for my money. Or perhaps just to sit and talk. "Oh. Yetinca, as in the brand of pokémon potion things?" This was the moment of truth. I could deny being anything more than a distant relation, but I knew that my stuff was too. fancy. to belong to anyone but me. "Yeah. My." I always felt uncomfortable calling Will my father, but it was easier than remembering - and explaining - what happened to my real parents. ".Father invented them." She seemed amazed, or shocked. A mixture of those two really.
"Whoa! He must be a zillionare!"
I guessed the best thing to do would be to say he is, but I'm not a snob or anything.
"He is-" I started, but she interrupted me. "How cool's that. My Dad's a warden and Mum's a nurse. What is your mother like? Do you have any brothers and sisters?"
Argh. Questions like that always annoyed me. No matter how good looking she was, she had bad manners.
"What's with all these questions? What business is it of yours, anyway?"
I said, and I wished I could take it back almost immediately. She looked really hurt.
"Sorry, Mum told me it's rude to ask questions." I needed to say something to make her want to stay and talk.
"Don't worry about it. I was on a long journey, and I just got here." It worked; she'd relaxed, and asked another question. "How old are you?" Finally, a question that I could answer without thinking about my dead parents. "I'm 13 in a month or so."
"November?"
"Yeah, the 17th." "Oh. I'm 12 on the 14th of March." She said. She was a lot younger than I thought. "Uh, your pokémon are healed." She said. Very tactful. "Please don't say you're staying for the night!" I felt quite hurt, but, then again, I guess she thought I was a snob or something.
"I am."
"Darn."
I felt hurt, but I knew I shouldn't let it show. Be strong to impress girls, I think I heard somewhere. And Vera was defiantly worth impressing. I sighed, got up, and went to my room.
"Hi!!" She said, cheerfully - how anyone can be cheerful so late at night was something I didn't know. "My name's Vera Crystal. What's yours?"
I hesitated. I know this seems dumb, especially considering what things are like now, but I wasn't too comfortable. "Uh, I'm Cael." I paused, hoping it would add effect. "Cael Yetinca."
I waited for the laughter - sometimes I got that, being a male, and having a father who runs a perfume company, or perhaps her becoming uncomfortable. Or sitting somewhere else. I cursed myself for saying my last name - I should've waited until it would've become impolite for her to leave. As it was there was a silence. I guess she was weighing her options - whether to sit somewhere else, laugh, or try to befriend me for my money. Or perhaps just to sit and talk. "Oh. Yetinca, as in the brand of pokémon potion things?" This was the moment of truth. I could deny being anything more than a distant relation, but I knew that my stuff was too. fancy. to belong to anyone but me. "Yeah. My." I always felt uncomfortable calling Will my father, but it was easier than remembering - and explaining - what happened to my real parents. ".Father invented them." She seemed amazed, or shocked. A mixture of those two really.
"Whoa! He must be a zillionare!"
I guessed the best thing to do would be to say he is, but I'm not a snob or anything.
"He is-" I started, but she interrupted me. "How cool's that. My Dad's a warden and Mum's a nurse. What is your mother like? Do you have any brothers and sisters?"
Argh. Questions like that always annoyed me. No matter how good looking she was, she had bad manners.
"What's with all these questions? What business is it of yours, anyway?"
I said, and I wished I could take it back almost immediately. She looked really hurt.
"Sorry, Mum told me it's rude to ask questions." I needed to say something to make her want to stay and talk.
"Don't worry about it. I was on a long journey, and I just got here." It worked; she'd relaxed, and asked another question. "How old are you?" Finally, a question that I could answer without thinking about my dead parents. "I'm 13 in a month or so."
"November?"
"Yeah, the 17th." "Oh. I'm 12 on the 14th of March." She said. She was a lot younger than I thought. "Uh, your pokémon are healed." She said. Very tactful. "Please don't say you're staying for the night!" I felt quite hurt, but, then again, I guess she thought I was a snob or something.
"I am."
"Darn."
I felt hurt, but I knew I shouldn't let it show. Be strong to impress girls, I think I heard somewhere. And Vera was defiantly worth impressing. I sighed, got up, and went to my room.