After healing my pokémon at the center, I got Humility to teleport me to
Vermillion City - I know, I should've walked, but I was impatient. At the
pokémon center there was this person that immediately caught my attention.
He was a boy about my age, or maybe a bit older, with short, neat, red
hair, expensive-looking clothes, and a gold watch. He had a huge, yet
stylish, backpack. That wasn't what caught my attention, though. What
caught my attention were his eyes: they were purple. Bright purple. It
looked incredibly weird, seriously. In his hand he had a steaming mug of
something green. I gave the nurse my pokémon, and sat on the chair across
from him, because he was the only other person there.
"Hi," I said, feeling kind of stupid. "My name's Vera Crystal. What's yours?"
The guy looked at me, his expression was somewhat nervous, as if I were the Pope or something. He took a sip of his drink, before replying. "I'm Cael. Cael Yetinca." His tone of voice was almost nervous. It took me a while to figure out why, causing an awkward silence until it dawned on me. "Cael Yetinca as in Yetinca, the brand of pokémon perfume potion things?" I asked "My. father invented them," He said, guardedly. Suddenly his clothing seemed normal - or even shabby, for someone who was related to the inventor of those potions that are in the front of all those shops, that all the popular girls at school - you know, the ones who wear incredibly short skirts and all - liked to use on their pokémon - and themselves - instead of the conventional potions. "Wow. He must be a zillionare!"
"He is."
"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?"
"What's with all these questions?" He asks, now seeming irritated. "What business is it of yours anyway?"
"Sorry. Mum said it was rude."
"Don' t worry about it. I just got back from a long journey."
"How old are you?"
"I'll be thirteen in a month or so,"
"November?"
"Yes, 17th" He said, not sounding too interested "I'm 12 on the 14th of March," There was a short pause, before I broke the silence. "Your pokémon are healed," I pointed out to Cael, who seemed to be the proud owner of a set of gold-and-silver pokéballs - very fancy looking. The guy seemed like a real snob. "Please don't say you're staying here for the night" "I am,"
"Darn."
I picked up my four pokéballs, feeling embarrassed about their red-and- white plainness. I decided to get them spruced up a little - carving them. Mum said she carved a name into someone's pokéballs once, because they were pretty careless, and always lost them. I was sure the nurses would have some equipment.
"Excuse me, Nurse Joy?"
"Yes, Vera?"
"Could you engrave my pokéballs"
"Sure. With your name?"
"I didn't have my name in mind"
"Then, what is your great idea?"
"Well, on this," I said, handing her Faith's pokéball. "Could you put a cross? And on Charity's, could you put an anchor?"
"Do you want anything on the other two?"
"No thanks"
"Okay, come here in the morning and it should be done. You have to share a room with Cael, is that okay?"
"Sure, it's fine," I replied, despite not really wanting to sleep near that Cael guy. I took my bag into the room. Cael was already asleep, but he'd taken the top bunk, which really annoyed me. I had no choice though, so I put my sleeping bag onto the bed, climbed in, and fell asleep almost instantly.
"Hi," I said, feeling kind of stupid. "My name's Vera Crystal. What's yours?"
The guy looked at me, his expression was somewhat nervous, as if I were the Pope or something. He took a sip of his drink, before replying. "I'm Cael. Cael Yetinca." His tone of voice was almost nervous. It took me a while to figure out why, causing an awkward silence until it dawned on me. "Cael Yetinca as in Yetinca, the brand of pokémon perfume potion things?" I asked "My. father invented them," He said, guardedly. Suddenly his clothing seemed normal - or even shabby, for someone who was related to the inventor of those potions that are in the front of all those shops, that all the popular girls at school - you know, the ones who wear incredibly short skirts and all - liked to use on their pokémon - and themselves - instead of the conventional potions. "Wow. He must be a zillionare!"
"He is."
"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?"
"What's with all these questions?" He asks, now seeming irritated. "What business is it of yours anyway?"
"Sorry. Mum said it was rude."
"Don' t worry about it. I just got back from a long journey."
"How old are you?"
"I'll be thirteen in a month or so,"
"November?"
"Yes, 17th" He said, not sounding too interested "I'm 12 on the 14th of March," There was a short pause, before I broke the silence. "Your pokémon are healed," I pointed out to Cael, who seemed to be the proud owner of a set of gold-and-silver pokéballs - very fancy looking. The guy seemed like a real snob. "Please don't say you're staying here for the night" "I am,"
"Darn."
I picked up my four pokéballs, feeling embarrassed about their red-and- white plainness. I decided to get them spruced up a little - carving them. Mum said she carved a name into someone's pokéballs once, because they were pretty careless, and always lost them. I was sure the nurses would have some equipment.
"Excuse me, Nurse Joy?"
"Yes, Vera?"
"Could you engrave my pokéballs"
"Sure. With your name?"
"I didn't have my name in mind"
"Then, what is your great idea?"
"Well, on this," I said, handing her Faith's pokéball. "Could you put a cross? And on Charity's, could you put an anchor?"
"Do you want anything on the other two?"
"No thanks"
"Okay, come here in the morning and it should be done. You have to share a room with Cael, is that okay?"
"Sure, it's fine," I replied, despite not really wanting to sleep near that Cael guy. I took my bag into the room. Cael was already asleep, but he'd taken the top bunk, which really annoyed me. I had no choice though, so I put my sleeping bag onto the bed, climbed in, and fell asleep almost instantly.