AN: Maya and Flame belong to Moonymonster (who I thank for the use of this
awesome character). Here is Switched part 2.
Chapter 16
Maya
"...the frame, memorize it. Take the mistakes, and don't go back to where we've always been..." The radio turned on.
Funny, I'd never heard this song on this radio station before.
I checked my radio.
"GOO?"
Was there a reason that I had a huge stereo?
I sat up and looked around. I repeated my question.
"GOO?"
My room was a mess!
Junk that I didn't even recognize covered the floor. My stereo was blaring some foreign music. And I was growing a mustache.
"GOO?"
Mustache?
I looked in the mirror. Klepto looked back at me.
"GOO!"
I fell backwards.
"OH, MAN!"
My voice was a lot lower.
Okay, Maya, let's think about this. One: I woke up in a strange bedroom. Two: The stereo that I had newly discovered looked fairly old for being one my mom had snuck in during the night. Three: I looked like Bob and needed to shave.
One answer: I was dreaming.
"Well, if this is a dream..."
I ran outside "my room".
"Oh, Robert, you're up," said somebody that had to be Bob's mom.
"Hi, Mom."
I continued downstairs.
Then I realized I had to have been dreaming.
I was in boxers and only boxers!
I blushed and ran back to "my room".
"GOOOO!"
Okay, this was getting weird.
"Bob, honey, phone call!"
I went to answer it.
It was Kerry.
"Bob?"
"This is not Bob."
"I figured as much. I'm not Kerry. I'm Jim."
"GOO?"
"Heh, heh. We've all switched bodies or somethin', because Isaac is in Courtney's body. Either something wrong is going on, or we're all going insane."
"Uh..."
"Yeah. Meet us at the Trainer in half an hour."
Then, when I hung up, I realized something.
I was free.
Whatever was inside my own body hadn't come over with me. Whoever was in my body was not in control of me.
Oh my goo.
"YES!" I screamed. "I'm free!"
I ran around the littered room.
All the junk must have been stuff Bob had "yoinked".
"Ow!" I tripped over a random Pokeball.
Out popped a...
"Snowpea!"
Oh, goo. He must have stolen the ball from Jim.
Wait! What about Flame?
She'd miss me.
I had to get in contact with her.
I dialed my number.
"Hello, can I speak to Maya?"
"Sure, just a sec. Maya, it's for you. It's a boy!"
I almost yelled at my mom but I realized she wasn't my mom per se.
"Hello?"
"It's Maya."
"Uh, you sure sound like Bob, Maya."
"I'm in Bob's body, like you're in me. Who is this?"
"Uh, it's Taylor."
"Who?"
"Goliath, sorry."
Oh, no. Goliath was being controlled by that thing inside my head. That's why it stuttered.
"Okay, can I talk to Flame?"
"Sure."
"Hello?"
"Flame, it's me."
"You sound like..."
"Bob, I know. Listen, don't worry. Just make sure Goliath takes you with him to the Trainer. And don't go down any dark alleys."
"Okay?"
It switched back to Goliath.
"Listen up, Maya. You'll be back in this body soon enough. You won't be free for long."
Dial tone.
* * *
"Okay, let's give it a week. Then we'll take on the Rockets."
Jim had just finished decided what we should do. I almost walked up to him and said something about my body, but Goliath gave me an evil look.
"Hey Maya, what's up?"
"Oh, never mind."
I ran and grabbed Flame, then tore out of the building.
"What's going on?" asked Creamfire.
"I'll tell you when we get 'home'," I replied.
When I slammed the front door, I was breathing hard.
"Sorry, I had to make sure my body wasn't following us," I said.
"That was a little cryptic..." she said.
"Listen, when that thing kidnapped me at the Ruins, it did something to my body. Something's in there..."
"Bob, is that you?" Bob's dad.
"Yeah, dad."
"Who are you talking to?"
"I'm, uh, talking to a Pokemon," I said. Crud. That sounded stupid. Well, then again, Bob wasn't the brightest bulb in the box...
"Oh, okay."
His dad agreed with me.
"Okay, let me finish."
I told Flame all that had happened to me in the three weeks following the trip. I told her of being under control of that something. I told her about not saying what I wanted to say when a guy said something sweet.
I told her about the rescue.
* * *
The phone rang a few hours later.
It was Kerry. Jim.
"Hey, you wanna go to a movie later?"
"Who all is going?" I asked.
"Well, let's see. There's me... and you... And that's it."
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"No, it's just that everybody else is trying to get their counterparts' schedule right."
"Oh, well then, that sounds great."
"Cool. I'll be there around four."
"All right. Bye."
He hung up.
* * *
"Somebody's gonna start rumors about Bob and Kerry," said Jim.
I laughed. "Yeah, we could get them in some real trouble."
It was a few minutes after we had left my house. Bob's house. Whoever's.
Anyway, we were walking through Bob's neighborhood towards the theater. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but "I" apparently had a reputation. Everybody steered clear of the kleptomaniac.
Well, not everybody...
"Hey, you!"
We whirled around.
"Yeah, you with the problem!"
A group of rough-looking gang members were walking our way.
Instinctually, Jim pushed me back.
"Hey, I'm the one in the guy's body, Kerry," I said.
He looked at Kerry's lack of anything he could use against the one in the lead, wearing a large, dangerous-looking chain around his think neck. "I guess you're right."
"How many times have I told you, freak, not to come through our territory?" asked the apparent leader.
I swaggered forward and played my part. The part was that of a complete idiot who had no idea what (s)he was doing. He was about six feet tall, weighing two-hundred-fifty pounds or so.
Two-hundred pounds of muscle.
Muscle that was hungry to rip apart flesh.
Oh my goo, I thought, I'm going to die.
I decided to coin a phrase. "When in a kleptomaniac, do as the kleptomaniacs do." I grabbed the chain around his throat, using Bob's trademark word. "Yoink!"
It snapped from my weight, giving me a fairly good weapon, which I used to smack him across the face with. It ripped a gash in his cheek.
Now, he was mad. The dude roared and charged at me. Tapping into the resource of Bob's long legs, I jumped up and landed on his head.
So the genius decides to shake me off by slamming into a nearby wall.
Very bright.
I leapt off right before he collided with the wall, knocking himself unconscious.
I bowed at Jim's clapping and laughter, then turned to the other two guys. "Anyone else?"
They ran off.
"That was terrific!" said Jim. "Couldn't have done it better myself."
I smiled, something I hadn't done in months.
Jim noticed and pointed it out.
"I..." I started to tell him everything, as I had Flame.
But she wouldn't try to help me. I knew Jim would try to get it out by whatever means he could. He was sweet that way.
"It's nothing."
"How can you not smile for three months and say it's nothing?"
I smiled. "Really, it isn't."
"You don't know how happy it makes me to see you smile. I've missed it."
"You're sweet."
He couldn't think of a reply, so we continued on to the movies.
AN: So, do we see a little romance blossoming? And what has been controlling Maya for these past months? Ponder those questions for a while, because you ain't findin' out! REVIEW!!!
Chapter 16
Maya
"...the frame, memorize it. Take the mistakes, and don't go back to where we've always been..." The radio turned on.
Funny, I'd never heard this song on this radio station before.
I checked my radio.
"GOO?"
Was there a reason that I had a huge stereo?
I sat up and looked around. I repeated my question.
"GOO?"
My room was a mess!
Junk that I didn't even recognize covered the floor. My stereo was blaring some foreign music. And I was growing a mustache.
"GOO?"
Mustache?
I looked in the mirror. Klepto looked back at me.
"GOO!"
I fell backwards.
"OH, MAN!"
My voice was a lot lower.
Okay, Maya, let's think about this. One: I woke up in a strange bedroom. Two: The stereo that I had newly discovered looked fairly old for being one my mom had snuck in during the night. Three: I looked like Bob and needed to shave.
One answer: I was dreaming.
"Well, if this is a dream..."
I ran outside "my room".
"Oh, Robert, you're up," said somebody that had to be Bob's mom.
"Hi, Mom."
I continued downstairs.
Then I realized I had to have been dreaming.
I was in boxers and only boxers!
I blushed and ran back to "my room".
"GOOOO!"
Okay, this was getting weird.
"Bob, honey, phone call!"
I went to answer it.
It was Kerry.
"Bob?"
"This is not Bob."
"I figured as much. I'm not Kerry. I'm Jim."
"GOO?"
"Heh, heh. We've all switched bodies or somethin', because Isaac is in Courtney's body. Either something wrong is going on, or we're all going insane."
"Uh..."
"Yeah. Meet us at the Trainer in half an hour."
Then, when I hung up, I realized something.
I was free.
Whatever was inside my own body hadn't come over with me. Whoever was in my body was not in control of me.
Oh my goo.
"YES!" I screamed. "I'm free!"
I ran around the littered room.
All the junk must have been stuff Bob had "yoinked".
"Ow!" I tripped over a random Pokeball.
Out popped a...
"Snowpea!"
Oh, goo. He must have stolen the ball from Jim.
Wait! What about Flame?
She'd miss me.
I had to get in contact with her.
I dialed my number.
"Hello, can I speak to Maya?"
"Sure, just a sec. Maya, it's for you. It's a boy!"
I almost yelled at my mom but I realized she wasn't my mom per se.
"Hello?"
"It's Maya."
"Uh, you sure sound like Bob, Maya."
"I'm in Bob's body, like you're in me. Who is this?"
"Uh, it's Taylor."
"Who?"
"Goliath, sorry."
Oh, no. Goliath was being controlled by that thing inside my head. That's why it stuttered.
"Okay, can I talk to Flame?"
"Sure."
"Hello?"
"Flame, it's me."
"You sound like..."
"Bob, I know. Listen, don't worry. Just make sure Goliath takes you with him to the Trainer. And don't go down any dark alleys."
"Okay?"
It switched back to Goliath.
"Listen up, Maya. You'll be back in this body soon enough. You won't be free for long."
Dial tone.
* * *
"Okay, let's give it a week. Then we'll take on the Rockets."
Jim had just finished decided what we should do. I almost walked up to him and said something about my body, but Goliath gave me an evil look.
"Hey Maya, what's up?"
"Oh, never mind."
I ran and grabbed Flame, then tore out of the building.
"What's going on?" asked Creamfire.
"I'll tell you when we get 'home'," I replied.
When I slammed the front door, I was breathing hard.
"Sorry, I had to make sure my body wasn't following us," I said.
"That was a little cryptic..." she said.
"Listen, when that thing kidnapped me at the Ruins, it did something to my body. Something's in there..."
"Bob, is that you?" Bob's dad.
"Yeah, dad."
"Who are you talking to?"
"I'm, uh, talking to a Pokemon," I said. Crud. That sounded stupid. Well, then again, Bob wasn't the brightest bulb in the box...
"Oh, okay."
His dad agreed with me.
"Okay, let me finish."
I told Flame all that had happened to me in the three weeks following the trip. I told her of being under control of that something. I told her about not saying what I wanted to say when a guy said something sweet.
I told her about the rescue.
* * *
The phone rang a few hours later.
It was Kerry. Jim.
"Hey, you wanna go to a movie later?"
"Who all is going?" I asked.
"Well, let's see. There's me... and you... And that's it."
"Are you asking me on a date?"
"No, it's just that everybody else is trying to get their counterparts' schedule right."
"Oh, well then, that sounds great."
"Cool. I'll be there around four."
"All right. Bye."
He hung up.
* * *
"Somebody's gonna start rumors about Bob and Kerry," said Jim.
I laughed. "Yeah, we could get them in some real trouble."
It was a few minutes after we had left my house. Bob's house. Whoever's.
Anyway, we were walking through Bob's neighborhood towards the theater. It wasn't the best neighborhood, but "I" apparently had a reputation. Everybody steered clear of the kleptomaniac.
Well, not everybody...
"Hey, you!"
We whirled around.
"Yeah, you with the problem!"
A group of rough-looking gang members were walking our way.
Instinctually, Jim pushed me back.
"Hey, I'm the one in the guy's body, Kerry," I said.
He looked at Kerry's lack of anything he could use against the one in the lead, wearing a large, dangerous-looking chain around his think neck. "I guess you're right."
"How many times have I told you, freak, not to come through our territory?" asked the apparent leader.
I swaggered forward and played my part. The part was that of a complete idiot who had no idea what (s)he was doing. He was about six feet tall, weighing two-hundred-fifty pounds or so.
Two-hundred pounds of muscle.
Muscle that was hungry to rip apart flesh.
Oh my goo, I thought, I'm going to die.
I decided to coin a phrase. "When in a kleptomaniac, do as the kleptomaniacs do." I grabbed the chain around his throat, using Bob's trademark word. "Yoink!"
It snapped from my weight, giving me a fairly good weapon, which I used to smack him across the face with. It ripped a gash in his cheek.
Now, he was mad. The dude roared and charged at me. Tapping into the resource of Bob's long legs, I jumped up and landed on his head.
So the genius decides to shake me off by slamming into a nearby wall.
Very bright.
I leapt off right before he collided with the wall, knocking himself unconscious.
I bowed at Jim's clapping and laughter, then turned to the other two guys. "Anyone else?"
They ran off.
"That was terrific!" said Jim. "Couldn't have done it better myself."
I smiled, something I hadn't done in months.
Jim noticed and pointed it out.
"I..." I started to tell him everything, as I had Flame.
But she wouldn't try to help me. I knew Jim would try to get it out by whatever means he could. He was sweet that way.
"It's nothing."
"How can you not smile for three months and say it's nothing?"
I smiled. "Really, it isn't."
"You don't know how happy it makes me to see you smile. I've missed it."
"You're sweet."
He couldn't think of a reply, so we continued on to the movies.
AN: So, do we see a little romance blossoming? And what has been controlling Maya for these past months? Ponder those questions for a while, because you ain't findin' out! REVIEW!!!