Chapter 15- "The Girl Next Door"
Brock let out a deep, longing sigh as he looked out his window. Alone. His father, about a year back, met a woman who he soon married, and moved away to a mansion in Johoto. They took almost everything but the furnishings; they took all of his little brothers and sisters. His father couldn't sell his house, so he left it to Brock. Of course, Brock really didn't need a house, but he didn't have much of a choice. He never saw Misty or Ash for the past 3 years. He was alone, but he didn't want to be. He wanted to find that girl just for him. but his old habits seem to just follow him like the plague. He sighed again, "After all this time. I still haven't got the girl. I need to stop acting like I was insane when I see a girl. From this moment on, I am a new Brock!"
As if the world responded to his new oath, the window in front of his face shown a new change, his neighbor, or the empty house next door, seemed like it had a new owner. A car with a small trailer came into the driveway. Brock was curious at the new neighbor, and he took a closer look. A girl, almost Brock's own age, emerged from the car, and all Brock could do was stare in complete compassion. There she was, long, golden hair, standing at the height of what he though 6 foot. Her body was skinny, but well built, and sleek, her more intimate body parts the perfect size. Brock could just stare in amazement. Finally, he manages to look at the sky and say, "Stop toying with me." He sighs and stares back at the new girl, "I need to introduce myself to her. after all. she is my neighbor." He smiles and nods, heading out the door, but deep inside, he knew he was lying to himself.
The girl was probably inside, since she wasn't outside, so he went up to the door and rang the doorbell. After awhile, the door opened and the girl greeted Brock, "Hello. can I help you?"
Brock smiled, "No, I am Brock Shale, and I decided to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Thanks, my name is Ruby Stone, would you like to come in Brock? My house is a bit messy. since I am still moving in."
Brock smiled and nods, walking in with Ruby. Of course his mind was swimming, and part of him was urging him to act like an idiot. He resists the urging though and continues talking, "I see you have a lot of boxes here."
"Yeah. moving is a hassle, I'll tell you that."
"I see, can I ask where you moved from?"
"Goldenrod city"
"Why did you move from there?"
"Some gang named Team Rocket took over the Radio Tower over there. Not wanting to get involved, I decided to move here, however, just recently I heard some kid took on the entire Team Rocket and won! Not really wanting to move back, I just decided to stay here."
"Well. I'm sorry. But hey, let me help you get you settled!"
"Really? Thanks Brock!"
As Brock moved boxes back and forth, unpacking them and settling them in proper places by what Ruby commanded him, Brock felt a bit lightheaded. For once he was managing to talk to a girl without swooning over her completely. He chatted about miscellaneous things, life, adventures, funny times, until Brock took in the last box, "Ruby where should put this." he looks to the side of the box, reading out the label, "tight fitting swimsuits?" He then chokes a bit on his words, as Ruby snatches the box from Brock, "Funny. I thought I burned this." They laughed nervously, both finding the face of embarrassment on each other funny.
Both lying on the floor, they continued to chat, Ruby looked over to Brock and asked, "Hey, what are your hobbies?"
"Mine? I love Pokèmon Breeding. Do you have any Pokèmon, Ruby?"
"I have one, care to see?"
"Sure."
Taking out a ball she smiles and says, "Come out Mew!" When Brock took a look at the Pokèmon, he immediately fainted.
"Brock! Brock! Wake up!" It was several minutes before he came to, opening his eyes slowly. As he fully opened them, he was staring face to face to a Mew. Instantly he rolls to his side, trying to bat it away. "What is that?" He pants out.
"It's Mew! She is my Pokèmon!"
"Hello!" Mew said (It did come out as a 'mew' sound people)
"Mew, one of the rarest and legendary Pokèmon?"
Ruby blinked several times, looking at Mew, who seemed very interested in Brock as she stared at the human. She floated in midair, her tail slowly twisting and swaying back and forth. "Mew is rare? No wonder people seem shocked when I take her out of her Pokeball."
Finally getting his head straight he stops becoming scared and stares back at the floating cat. "How did you get her?"
"Well. when I was a small child and still lived in Goldenrod, I loved to play in a forest nearby. You could say I was a Snow White, because I was always with the other Pokèmon inside the forest, playing and talking with them. Well one day, I went in the forest and I found Mew. Now not knowing about all the legendaries or Pokèmon, I asked if it wanted to play with me. Mew was shy at first, but seeing all the other Pokèmon play with me, she finally decided to join. When I had to go home, Mew kept following me, so finally, when I reached my house, I asked if she wanted to be my Pokèmon. Mew agreed, and that is how I got her."
Brock chuckles after hearing the entire story, "Well then you're one lucky girl."
Ruby seemed to blush at the comment, but the blush quickly was broken when she looked at her watch, "Oh dear, look at the time, I need to go to bed!"
Brock nods, silently he says inside of his mind, "I'll join you. Ack! No. I must keep my actions in check!" As if Mew knew what it said, it went face to face to Brock and giggled. Brock blinks at the Mew and wonders, "Can you hear what I am thinking?" Mew just giggled.
Brock heads for the door, before he is stopped by Ruby, "Hey Brock, you feel like doing something tomorrow?"
Brock turns around, "Sure, like what?"
"Not sure yet, just come by my house tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok. I'll see you then!"
Brock waved goodbye to Ruby and headed home. He too was tired, and decided to go to sleep. As he lay in bed, he stared up in the ceiling, talking softly to himself. "Ruby Stone. Wow. Smart, pretty, funny, and has a rare Pokèmon! I think I am going to enjoy having her as a neighbor!" He smiled and closed his eyes, falling slowly asleep.
The next morning, Brock rang the doorbell at Ruby's house. As soon as the door opened, Brock was dragged by the arm towards Ruby's car. He only could say, "Ack! Where are we going Ruby?"
Ruby stops dragging him and smiles, "We're going to play miniature golf! Now get in the car or I leave without you!"
"All right all right, I'm coming!" Brock jumped into the car and they rode off. It was quite some time before the arrived at the golf course, which was named Fun Time U.S.A. Ruby and Brock got out of the car and went to the counter to rent the balls and putters. Strangely enough, Ruby got three balls and three clubs. Brock finally asked, "Who is the other club for?"
"Mew silly!" She took out the Pokeball and threw it on the ground, making Mew appear.
"But... how can she play?"
"She will show you, she is up first!"
The first hole was shaped like an 'L'. The grass headed straight until it took a sharp 90 degree angle which the hole was at the end of. Mew took the club and held it her arms, having the ball rest atop her head. The club seemed a bit heavy for the small psychic cat, which pulled her small arms towards the ground. However since she was floating, only the tip of putter touched the ground. She drops the ball off her head and to the ground, and one medium size tap, she hit the ball. The ball bounced off one low wall, then two, three, and finally landed in the hole with a small plop. "I got another hole in one!" Mew said. Brock just left his jaw open.
There were 36 holes in total of the entire course. They finished after some time, and while Ruby and Mew returned the clubs, Brock tallied the score. Ruby and Mew came back shortly after, while Brock was finishing up his calculations. "So, how did we do Brock?" Ruby asked.
"Well..." Brock said scratching his head, "Well, Mew here had under par every hole, getting her the score of 52."
"Yippe!" Mew said.
"You Ruby, had the great score of 81."
"What about you?"
Brock laughed nervously as he said, "278."
Both Mew and Ruby had a giggle before Ruby responded, "It was only a game. Don't worry... hey look! Water slides! Let's go Brock!" Before Brock could respond, he was dragged off again.
Finally finishing a day of fun and rides, Brock returned home with Ruby and Mew. "Do you care for dinner Brock?"
Brock smiled, "You sure you don't mind?"
"I'm sure!"
While Brock and Ruby ate, Mew seemed to have plans of her own. Taking a small stereo from Ruby's room, she put in a special tape that her trainer loved to listen to when she was sad. Slowly, the psychic cat flew up into the light fixture and waited for her plan to work, "I hope this works!"
After dinner, Brock and Ruby decided to go to the living room. Brock, noticing the stereo, "This is a nice stereo Ruby, I heard it has great quality."
Ruby smiled and nods, "Why don't you turn it on, I feel like some music." Brock complied and turned on the stereo. Softly the stereo played romantic music. Ruby sighed, "I love this song..."
"Then may I ask you to dance with me?"
Ruby giggled, "Ok." She went up to Brock and started slow dancing with him.
Mew, in the light fixture stared, "Ok... step one." She slowly dimmed the lights from her position, making the mood everything romantic. "Please work..." She mews quietly.
Ruby closed her eyes and placed her head on Brock's shoulder, dancing slowly to the music. She smiled, "You know Brock... I never met anyone like you, when I was in Goldenrod, all the guys loved me by my looks, but you, you're different, I know it. I feel that you are the perfect guy..." She closed her eyes and slowly whispers words into Brock's ears, "I think... I have fallen... in love with you, Brock." Brock could only smile and hug the girl close to his body, and whisper back, "I have too..."
With that, the two dance slowly under the dim lights, with the Mew watching; both, with their eyes closed, held each other in their arms, only thinking of each other.
Brock let out a deep, longing sigh as he looked out his window. Alone. His father, about a year back, met a woman who he soon married, and moved away to a mansion in Johoto. They took almost everything but the furnishings; they took all of his little brothers and sisters. His father couldn't sell his house, so he left it to Brock. Of course, Brock really didn't need a house, but he didn't have much of a choice. He never saw Misty or Ash for the past 3 years. He was alone, but he didn't want to be. He wanted to find that girl just for him. but his old habits seem to just follow him like the plague. He sighed again, "After all this time. I still haven't got the girl. I need to stop acting like I was insane when I see a girl. From this moment on, I am a new Brock!"
As if the world responded to his new oath, the window in front of his face shown a new change, his neighbor, or the empty house next door, seemed like it had a new owner. A car with a small trailer came into the driveway. Brock was curious at the new neighbor, and he took a closer look. A girl, almost Brock's own age, emerged from the car, and all Brock could do was stare in complete compassion. There she was, long, golden hair, standing at the height of what he though 6 foot. Her body was skinny, but well built, and sleek, her more intimate body parts the perfect size. Brock could just stare in amazement. Finally, he manages to look at the sky and say, "Stop toying with me." He sighs and stares back at the new girl, "I need to introduce myself to her. after all. she is my neighbor." He smiles and nods, heading out the door, but deep inside, he knew he was lying to himself.
The girl was probably inside, since she wasn't outside, so he went up to the door and rang the doorbell. After awhile, the door opened and the girl greeted Brock, "Hello. can I help you?"
Brock smiled, "No, I am Brock Shale, and I decided to welcome you to the neighborhood."
"Thanks, my name is Ruby Stone, would you like to come in Brock? My house is a bit messy. since I am still moving in."
Brock smiled and nods, walking in with Ruby. Of course his mind was swimming, and part of him was urging him to act like an idiot. He resists the urging though and continues talking, "I see you have a lot of boxes here."
"Yeah. moving is a hassle, I'll tell you that."
"I see, can I ask where you moved from?"
"Goldenrod city"
"Why did you move from there?"
"Some gang named Team Rocket took over the Radio Tower over there. Not wanting to get involved, I decided to move here, however, just recently I heard some kid took on the entire Team Rocket and won! Not really wanting to move back, I just decided to stay here."
"Well. I'm sorry. But hey, let me help you get you settled!"
"Really? Thanks Brock!"
As Brock moved boxes back and forth, unpacking them and settling them in proper places by what Ruby commanded him, Brock felt a bit lightheaded. For once he was managing to talk to a girl without swooning over her completely. He chatted about miscellaneous things, life, adventures, funny times, until Brock took in the last box, "Ruby where should put this." he looks to the side of the box, reading out the label, "tight fitting swimsuits?" He then chokes a bit on his words, as Ruby snatches the box from Brock, "Funny. I thought I burned this." They laughed nervously, both finding the face of embarrassment on each other funny.
Both lying on the floor, they continued to chat, Ruby looked over to Brock and asked, "Hey, what are your hobbies?"
"Mine? I love Pokèmon Breeding. Do you have any Pokèmon, Ruby?"
"I have one, care to see?"
"Sure."
Taking out a ball she smiles and says, "Come out Mew!" When Brock took a look at the Pokèmon, he immediately fainted.
"Brock! Brock! Wake up!" It was several minutes before he came to, opening his eyes slowly. As he fully opened them, he was staring face to face to a Mew. Instantly he rolls to his side, trying to bat it away. "What is that?" He pants out.
"It's Mew! She is my Pokèmon!"
"Hello!" Mew said (It did come out as a 'mew' sound people)
"Mew, one of the rarest and legendary Pokèmon?"
Ruby blinked several times, looking at Mew, who seemed very interested in Brock as she stared at the human. She floated in midair, her tail slowly twisting and swaying back and forth. "Mew is rare? No wonder people seem shocked when I take her out of her Pokeball."
Finally getting his head straight he stops becoming scared and stares back at the floating cat. "How did you get her?"
"Well. when I was a small child and still lived in Goldenrod, I loved to play in a forest nearby. You could say I was a Snow White, because I was always with the other Pokèmon inside the forest, playing and talking with them. Well one day, I went in the forest and I found Mew. Now not knowing about all the legendaries or Pokèmon, I asked if it wanted to play with me. Mew was shy at first, but seeing all the other Pokèmon play with me, she finally decided to join. When I had to go home, Mew kept following me, so finally, when I reached my house, I asked if she wanted to be my Pokèmon. Mew agreed, and that is how I got her."
Brock chuckles after hearing the entire story, "Well then you're one lucky girl."
Ruby seemed to blush at the comment, but the blush quickly was broken when she looked at her watch, "Oh dear, look at the time, I need to go to bed!"
Brock nods, silently he says inside of his mind, "I'll join you. Ack! No. I must keep my actions in check!" As if Mew knew what it said, it went face to face to Brock and giggled. Brock blinks at the Mew and wonders, "Can you hear what I am thinking?" Mew just giggled.
Brock heads for the door, before he is stopped by Ruby, "Hey Brock, you feel like doing something tomorrow?"
Brock turns around, "Sure, like what?"
"Not sure yet, just come by my house tomorrow, ok?"
"Ok. I'll see you then!"
Brock waved goodbye to Ruby and headed home. He too was tired, and decided to go to sleep. As he lay in bed, he stared up in the ceiling, talking softly to himself. "Ruby Stone. Wow. Smart, pretty, funny, and has a rare Pokèmon! I think I am going to enjoy having her as a neighbor!" He smiled and closed his eyes, falling slowly asleep.
The next morning, Brock rang the doorbell at Ruby's house. As soon as the door opened, Brock was dragged by the arm towards Ruby's car. He only could say, "Ack! Where are we going Ruby?"
Ruby stops dragging him and smiles, "We're going to play miniature golf! Now get in the car or I leave without you!"
"All right all right, I'm coming!" Brock jumped into the car and they rode off. It was quite some time before the arrived at the golf course, which was named Fun Time U.S.A. Ruby and Brock got out of the car and went to the counter to rent the balls and putters. Strangely enough, Ruby got three balls and three clubs. Brock finally asked, "Who is the other club for?"
"Mew silly!" She took out the Pokeball and threw it on the ground, making Mew appear.
"But... how can she play?"
"She will show you, she is up first!"
The first hole was shaped like an 'L'. The grass headed straight until it took a sharp 90 degree angle which the hole was at the end of. Mew took the club and held it her arms, having the ball rest atop her head. The club seemed a bit heavy for the small psychic cat, which pulled her small arms towards the ground. However since she was floating, only the tip of putter touched the ground. She drops the ball off her head and to the ground, and one medium size tap, she hit the ball. The ball bounced off one low wall, then two, three, and finally landed in the hole with a small plop. "I got another hole in one!" Mew said. Brock just left his jaw open.
There were 36 holes in total of the entire course. They finished after some time, and while Ruby and Mew returned the clubs, Brock tallied the score. Ruby and Mew came back shortly after, while Brock was finishing up his calculations. "So, how did we do Brock?" Ruby asked.
"Well..." Brock said scratching his head, "Well, Mew here had under par every hole, getting her the score of 52."
"Yippe!" Mew said.
"You Ruby, had the great score of 81."
"What about you?"
Brock laughed nervously as he said, "278."
Both Mew and Ruby had a giggle before Ruby responded, "It was only a game. Don't worry... hey look! Water slides! Let's go Brock!" Before Brock could respond, he was dragged off again.
Finally finishing a day of fun and rides, Brock returned home with Ruby and Mew. "Do you care for dinner Brock?"
Brock smiled, "You sure you don't mind?"
"I'm sure!"
While Brock and Ruby ate, Mew seemed to have plans of her own. Taking a small stereo from Ruby's room, she put in a special tape that her trainer loved to listen to when she was sad. Slowly, the psychic cat flew up into the light fixture and waited for her plan to work, "I hope this works!"
After dinner, Brock and Ruby decided to go to the living room. Brock, noticing the stereo, "This is a nice stereo Ruby, I heard it has great quality."
Ruby smiled and nods, "Why don't you turn it on, I feel like some music." Brock complied and turned on the stereo. Softly the stereo played romantic music. Ruby sighed, "I love this song..."
"Then may I ask you to dance with me?"
Ruby giggled, "Ok." She went up to Brock and started slow dancing with him.
Mew, in the light fixture stared, "Ok... step one." She slowly dimmed the lights from her position, making the mood everything romantic. "Please work..." She mews quietly.
Ruby closed her eyes and placed her head on Brock's shoulder, dancing slowly to the music. She smiled, "You know Brock... I never met anyone like you, when I was in Goldenrod, all the guys loved me by my looks, but you, you're different, I know it. I feel that you are the perfect guy..." She closed her eyes and slowly whispers words into Brock's ears, "I think... I have fallen... in love with you, Brock." Brock could only smile and hug the girl close to his body, and whisper back, "I have too..."
With that, the two dance slowly under the dim lights, with the Mew watching; both, with their eyes closed, held each other in their arms, only thinking of each other.
