The Fight
The TV remained on as Chris and I snuggled up with each other.
"So who's gonna be the champion?" I asked, kissing his cheek.
"Well, I will, of course." He said, smiling. "The only McManson to win the championship."
"Well, what if I beat you to it?"
"We'll have to let fate decide that."
Now Chris was starting to annoy me a little bit. It was like all that mattered was him winning the championship. He didn't think for a minute that maybe I had dreams too. But for now, I let the matter rest, as I was sure one of us would be eliminated soon.
"I'm rooting for you all the way," he continued, "but I've been training for like, 2 years, so I feel confident in my abilities."
"Well, so do I." I said. "Maybe I'd like to win as well."
"I don't doubt that you would. But the way the fates are looking…"
"The way the fates are looking, you're about as cocky as a spaniel!" I cried, standing up. "You're not thinking of my hopes at all!"
"Hey, sure I am!" he said, sitting up. "But still, I owe it to…"
"I know! You owe it to your family!" I shouted. "Well guess what, McManson, all is fair in love, war, and Pokemon fights! Suppose that you and I do face each other. What, you want me to just let you win?"
He had nothing to say to this.
I took my room key off the dresser. "I think you need some time to think, Mr. McManson. Perhaps until you can consider others' feelings, we need a little hiatus."
"Fine!" he said. "Go!"
And go I did, half angry, half torn.