I finally got to chapter nine! This is probably me best chapter ever..and
longest too...well, enjoy! And don't forget to review! ^_^
IDOTSOSM = I don't own this so don't sue me.
Why did I ever agree to this? Wondered Delia as she fastened her earrings. After she was
done, she critically examined herself in the mirror. Done.
The trouble had all started yesterday afternoon when she was loitering in the lab again.
"I can't attend the banquet, Spencer," said Professor Oak, Both their eyes shifted over to
Delia, who pretended to be merely gazing out the window.
"But I have tickets for two! And they were expensive, too!" Added Professor Hale,
speaking loudly and glancing pointedly at Delia.
She pretended not to take the hint. "Well, I'll be going now, guys," she said, as she
walked out of the lab.
"Wait!" Hale practically screamed, lunging at his last possible chance to get Delia out on
a date with him. "Will you go with me?"
"For what?"
Hale glanced at Professor Oak and just rolled his eyes while Samuel smiled at her.
Of course, Hale didn't notice, so wrapped up his pursuit of Delia and his studies he was.
"The banquet. I have tickets for two." He quickly explained the situation.
"Well..." Said Delia reluctantly. "I suppose I could make it.." she sneaked a glance at
Professor Oak, who was watching, waiting for an answer as well.
"I'll go."
And this was how she got herself in this undesirable situation, going on a date with a
thrilled Professor Hale and leaving Samuel all alone.
Finally, Delia patted her hair into place and left the room, feeling like a totally
different person. She wasn't usually shy, but she slowed as she approached the dining
room. The curtains swirled around her as she stepped cautiously into the dining room.
"Delia," uttered Spencer softly, obviously awestruck by her appearance.
Spencer Hale was wearing a suit, and Delia had to admit that her escort for the night was
rather handsome-a lot of female eyes would turn in his direction.
"Ready to go?" she asked politely. It seemed that their attire had affected their moods-
both were acting stiff and formal in their stiff and formal clothes.
"Yes," he responded, and took her arm.
When Delia entered the room, wearing a blue dress, her hair arranged fancily,
Professor Oak glanced up. Who was that beautiful woman who had just entered
his kitchen on the arm of Professor Hale?
It took him several seconds to realize that it was Delia. After that came to him, he
couldn't stop marveling over her beauty. She truly had grown up.. she was a woman
now, not the schoolgirl who'd walked into his class almost four years ago.
I aught to compliment her, he thought. This whole arrangement of going with
Professor Hale..she didn't seem extremely pleased with it. She was acting, he was
sure of it. He had always been able to tell when she was truly happy. Maybe a
compliment would brighten her face a bit.
After several considerations, he finally said, "Delia, you look great."
She stopped in mid-step and stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment. "You-you
really think so?" she asked, her head jerking up awkwardly and her eyes meeting his for a
fleeting second.
Professor Oak wondered if this comment had somehow offended her. "Yes, that dress
looks nice on you."
Delia looked up from the ground again and this time was blushing. "Well, thanks!" she
said. This time her beautiful eyes reflected a genuine happiness.
He tried to work. Every time he faced the piles of work sitting prudently on the desk his
thoughts always seemed to go back..to her.
Every time he saw her laughing on the arm of Spencer Hale, something inside him felt
unnerved. He tried to just shrug it off. But every time he saw her bashful face, her girlish
gait, he couldn't get her out of his head.
"Dammit!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table. "You're an old fool!" It was clear
that she had Professor Hale. "And I'm too old anyways...." He added. Then he began
the struggle once again of concentration on his work.
Meanwhile, Delia and Spencer Hale were stepping into the ball room.
"Wow! It's beautiful!" squealed Delia, "I wish I lived in this house!"
She stopped, and shrugged. "Well, I guess Professor Oak's house is nice too, nicer than
what I would have had...." Inwardly, she cursed herself for bringing up the Professor.
"Now, Delia," said Professor Hale, as if she were a little girl, "there are going to
be important people here, this is a rich scientist's banquet, so don't say anything about
what we're doing in the lab, you hear me? It's a secret."
So she nodded, deciding to keep her mouth shut.
They began walking towards the table after an usher, and he slipped his arm into her own.
Delia glanced up, surprised.
The feeling of their arms touching..it wasn't comforting, like she'd always imagined,
but a tight, uncontrollable feeling was growing swiftly in her stomach.
She wasn't nervous, exactly. Not about his presence....just....the fact that this situation
didn't seem...right.
They sat down at the table and the professor immediately began chatting with the
scientists around him while Delia sat stupidly at the side, smiling whenever someone
looked her way.
"Is that Mrs. Hale?" someone asked at one point.
Spencer blushed, but he said, "no, she's just a friend."
Delia could tell that no one at the table believed him, but after that took no more notice of
her.
"So, Professor Hale, tell us about your latest work," commented one of them.
He began a long-winded explanation of Pokemon identification, and Delia felt her eyes
drooping.
How could these people possible be interested in this boring stuff? She wondered. Words
formed at her mouth, words, just bursting out to be said..
"I'm the assistant!" she said brightly, interrupting him in the middle of his rambling.
"Oh, now, are you?" asked another scientist as if he were speaking to a child.
"Yes," she said, unaware of the down talking that was going on. "I make meals for
Professor Hale and Professor Oak, and I clean up the lab when they're done!" Having
said that, she gave a big, gaudy peace sign.
"Well, isn't that good for you," added another with false sincerity. Delia frowned.
Something in the woman's voice sounded fake to her..
The dinner put Delia in one of her rare bad moods. "what's wrong, Delia?" asked
Spencer as the walked up to the door.
"You....scientists!" she burst out, "Talking to me like I'm stupid or slow or something! I
do have a brain!"
For all his superior intelligence, he gave her the blankest look ever. "I didn't realize I was
doing that..I didn't mean to."
She just shrugged. "Yes, well, I guess I'll be going now."
And then it happened.
"I'm sorry..Delia..." She felt his hands on her face, and before she knew
what was happening, he kissed her slowly on the lips.
For a moment, she couldn't speak. She stood frozen and stunned, her heart
pounding inside her. It was almost painful, this feeling. It was thudding and dizzying, out
of control.
She ripped out of his grasp. "I'm sorry," she whispered, turning away. But it
wasn't before she saw his perplexed face, eyeing her, searching her.
In the darkness, her face was half-illuminated, but Professor Hale could still see
her. Blushing.
Then Delia stumbled inside the house, tears gathering in her eyes.
The next day, Professor Oak couldn't interpret the strange behavior between the
two young people in the house. Delia kept a low profile, neither lingering nor pestering
incessantly, and she stayed in her room most of the day.
And Spencer, the poor man. When a Bulbasor they were testing gave a loud
squawk, he nearly jumped three feet in the air.
Finally, when Spencer left for the day, Delia crept downstairs tentatively and went
into Professor Oak's lab.
"Hi," she said softly, so as not to startle him.
He didn't hear her. He was pacing around the lab, muttered sentences sounding under his
breath.
"Damn!" he screamed, pounding his fist against the table. "I'll never get this right!
Never!"
Blinking, Delia stepped back. Calm, cool, logical Professor Oak was frustrated?
"Something wrong, Professor?" she asked, and as she put her hand on his arm a pleasant
little tingle ran up it.
Professor Oak turned around awkwardly. This was the first time a female presence had
given him this comforting aura in so long..
The expression on Delia's face was concerned, this much was clear. He swallowed,
feeling nervous for some strange reason.
"I'm fine, just a little- "he swallowed, "a little, frustrated with this thing."
"What's wrong?" she didn't remove her hand from his arm, and he found it difficult to
utter full sentences.
"It's just, that-well, nothing really. I would explain it to you, but you'd be bored by it."
"Would I?" she asked in a near whisper, her eyes traveling up to meet his. "Or is it that
I'm not smart enough to understand?"
"Why would I think that about you, Delia?"
"Because," she said, the hurt of the previous night still raw in her voice, "Spencer thinks I
am...all the scientists think I am.."
"I don't."
Their eyes were still locked together, and Delia was sure he could hear the pounding of
her heart. What's wrong with you? Screamed a voice in her head. Stop acting like a
teenager! You're supposed to be with someone your own age! But, dispite what her head
told her, her heart felt contented.
And it told her to do one thing..close her eyes..and lean in...
"Professor Oak? Delia?" shouted a voice from the other side of the lab. Delia shot away
from Professor Oak and whirled around to face the man, but she was a moment too late.
"Spencer?"
The fleeting expression on his face told her he'd witnessed them in full lip lock only a
few seconds earlier.
"Spencer?" she was talking to his back. "Spencer, wait...."
Well, that's all for now, hopefully I will be able to finish ten soon.....
X~ Aurora
IDOTSOSM = I don't own this so don't sue me.
Why did I ever agree to this? Wondered Delia as she fastened her earrings. After she was
done, she critically examined herself in the mirror. Done.
The trouble had all started yesterday afternoon when she was loitering in the lab again.
"I can't attend the banquet, Spencer," said Professor Oak, Both their eyes shifted over to
Delia, who pretended to be merely gazing out the window.
"But I have tickets for two! And they were expensive, too!" Added Professor Hale,
speaking loudly and glancing pointedly at Delia.
She pretended not to take the hint. "Well, I'll be going now, guys," she said, as she
walked out of the lab.
"Wait!" Hale practically screamed, lunging at his last possible chance to get Delia out on
a date with him. "Will you go with me?"
"For what?"
Hale glanced at Professor Oak and just rolled his eyes while Samuel smiled at her.
Of course, Hale didn't notice, so wrapped up his pursuit of Delia and his studies he was.
"The banquet. I have tickets for two." He quickly explained the situation.
"Well..." Said Delia reluctantly. "I suppose I could make it.." she sneaked a glance at
Professor Oak, who was watching, waiting for an answer as well.
"I'll go."
And this was how she got herself in this undesirable situation, going on a date with a
thrilled Professor Hale and leaving Samuel all alone.
Finally, Delia patted her hair into place and left the room, feeling like a totally
different person. She wasn't usually shy, but she slowed as she approached the dining
room. The curtains swirled around her as she stepped cautiously into the dining room.
"Delia," uttered Spencer softly, obviously awestruck by her appearance.
Spencer Hale was wearing a suit, and Delia had to admit that her escort for the night was
rather handsome-a lot of female eyes would turn in his direction.
"Ready to go?" she asked politely. It seemed that their attire had affected their moods-
both were acting stiff and formal in their stiff and formal clothes.
"Yes," he responded, and took her arm.
When Delia entered the room, wearing a blue dress, her hair arranged fancily,
Professor Oak glanced up. Who was that beautiful woman who had just entered
his kitchen on the arm of Professor Hale?
It took him several seconds to realize that it was Delia. After that came to him, he
couldn't stop marveling over her beauty. She truly had grown up.. she was a woman
now, not the schoolgirl who'd walked into his class almost four years ago.
I aught to compliment her, he thought. This whole arrangement of going with
Professor Hale..she didn't seem extremely pleased with it. She was acting, he was
sure of it. He had always been able to tell when she was truly happy. Maybe a
compliment would brighten her face a bit.
After several considerations, he finally said, "Delia, you look great."
She stopped in mid-step and stood in the middle of the kitchen for a moment. "You-you
really think so?" she asked, her head jerking up awkwardly and her eyes meeting his for a
fleeting second.
Professor Oak wondered if this comment had somehow offended her. "Yes, that dress
looks nice on you."
Delia looked up from the ground again and this time was blushing. "Well, thanks!" she
said. This time her beautiful eyes reflected a genuine happiness.
He tried to work. Every time he faced the piles of work sitting prudently on the desk his
thoughts always seemed to go back..to her.
Every time he saw her laughing on the arm of Spencer Hale, something inside him felt
unnerved. He tried to just shrug it off. But every time he saw her bashful face, her girlish
gait, he couldn't get her out of his head.
"Dammit!" he yelled, slamming his fist on the table. "You're an old fool!" It was clear
that she had Professor Hale. "And I'm too old anyways...." He added. Then he began
the struggle once again of concentration on his work.
Meanwhile, Delia and Spencer Hale were stepping into the ball room.
"Wow! It's beautiful!" squealed Delia, "I wish I lived in this house!"
She stopped, and shrugged. "Well, I guess Professor Oak's house is nice too, nicer than
what I would have had...." Inwardly, she cursed herself for bringing up the Professor.
"Now, Delia," said Professor Hale, as if she were a little girl, "there are going to
be important people here, this is a rich scientist's banquet, so don't say anything about
what we're doing in the lab, you hear me? It's a secret."
So she nodded, deciding to keep her mouth shut.
They began walking towards the table after an usher, and he slipped his arm into her own.
Delia glanced up, surprised.
The feeling of their arms touching..it wasn't comforting, like she'd always imagined,
but a tight, uncontrollable feeling was growing swiftly in her stomach.
She wasn't nervous, exactly. Not about his presence....just....the fact that this situation
didn't seem...right.
They sat down at the table and the professor immediately began chatting with the
scientists around him while Delia sat stupidly at the side, smiling whenever someone
looked her way.
"Is that Mrs. Hale?" someone asked at one point.
Spencer blushed, but he said, "no, she's just a friend."
Delia could tell that no one at the table believed him, but after that took no more notice of
her.
"So, Professor Hale, tell us about your latest work," commented one of them.
He began a long-winded explanation of Pokemon identification, and Delia felt her eyes
drooping.
How could these people possible be interested in this boring stuff? She wondered. Words
formed at her mouth, words, just bursting out to be said..
"I'm the assistant!" she said brightly, interrupting him in the middle of his rambling.
"Oh, now, are you?" asked another scientist as if he were speaking to a child.
"Yes," she said, unaware of the down talking that was going on. "I make meals for
Professor Hale and Professor Oak, and I clean up the lab when they're done!" Having
said that, she gave a big, gaudy peace sign.
"Well, isn't that good for you," added another with false sincerity. Delia frowned.
Something in the woman's voice sounded fake to her..
The dinner put Delia in one of her rare bad moods. "what's wrong, Delia?" asked
Spencer as the walked up to the door.
"You....scientists!" she burst out, "Talking to me like I'm stupid or slow or something! I
do have a brain!"
For all his superior intelligence, he gave her the blankest look ever. "I didn't realize I was
doing that..I didn't mean to."
She just shrugged. "Yes, well, I guess I'll be going now."
And then it happened.
"I'm sorry..Delia..." She felt his hands on her face, and before she knew
what was happening, he kissed her slowly on the lips.
For a moment, she couldn't speak. She stood frozen and stunned, her heart
pounding inside her. It was almost painful, this feeling. It was thudding and dizzying, out
of control.
She ripped out of his grasp. "I'm sorry," she whispered, turning away. But it
wasn't before she saw his perplexed face, eyeing her, searching her.
In the darkness, her face was half-illuminated, but Professor Hale could still see
her. Blushing.
Then Delia stumbled inside the house, tears gathering in her eyes.
The next day, Professor Oak couldn't interpret the strange behavior between the
two young people in the house. Delia kept a low profile, neither lingering nor pestering
incessantly, and she stayed in her room most of the day.
And Spencer, the poor man. When a Bulbasor they were testing gave a loud
squawk, he nearly jumped three feet in the air.
Finally, when Spencer left for the day, Delia crept downstairs tentatively and went
into Professor Oak's lab.
"Hi," she said softly, so as not to startle him.
He didn't hear her. He was pacing around the lab, muttered sentences sounding under his
breath.
"Damn!" he screamed, pounding his fist against the table. "I'll never get this right!
Never!"
Blinking, Delia stepped back. Calm, cool, logical Professor Oak was frustrated?
"Something wrong, Professor?" she asked, and as she put her hand on his arm a pleasant
little tingle ran up it.
Professor Oak turned around awkwardly. This was the first time a female presence had
given him this comforting aura in so long..
The expression on Delia's face was concerned, this much was clear. He swallowed,
feeling nervous for some strange reason.
"I'm fine, just a little- "he swallowed, "a little, frustrated with this thing."
"What's wrong?" she didn't remove her hand from his arm, and he found it difficult to
utter full sentences.
"It's just, that-well, nothing really. I would explain it to you, but you'd be bored by it."
"Would I?" she asked in a near whisper, her eyes traveling up to meet his. "Or is it that
I'm not smart enough to understand?"
"Why would I think that about you, Delia?"
"Because," she said, the hurt of the previous night still raw in her voice, "Spencer thinks I
am...all the scientists think I am.."
"I don't."
Their eyes were still locked together, and Delia was sure he could hear the pounding of
her heart. What's wrong with you? Screamed a voice in her head. Stop acting like a
teenager! You're supposed to be with someone your own age! But, dispite what her head
told her, her heart felt contented.
And it told her to do one thing..close her eyes..and lean in...
"Professor Oak? Delia?" shouted a voice from the other side of the lab. Delia shot away
from Professor Oak and whirled around to face the man, but she was a moment too late.
"Spencer?"
The fleeting expression on his face told her he'd witnessed them in full lip lock only a
few seconds earlier.
"Spencer?" she was talking to his back. "Spencer, wait...."
Well, that's all for now, hopefully I will be able to finish ten soon.....
X~ Aurora