Destiny
As much as I hate to admit it, my life isn't perfect. Whose life is anyway? Mine? Definitely not. Yours? Yours might be almost there, but not quite. But I think the closest person to having the oh so glorious, wonderful, and perfect life is Brendan Birch. So many examples to prove this and so little time. Let's see ...
He's the son of the famous Pokémon Researcher, Professor Birch, for starters. He has a bratty, stupid, yet lovable Swampert, not to mention the other Pokémon on his team that have those attitudes of theirs that give Brendan style and flare. You know what my Magneton can do? All it does is point out that I have smelly farts. Rude.
Oh, and let's not forget the small, microscopic fact that he's the current boyfriend of the lovely and oh so charming May Maple, the girl I wish to have despite my protests of it now. I hate him. I want May. I hate him, I want May. See, song-like, no?
Let's admit it though. The boy's a walking,talking Mary-Sue or Gary-Stu if you want to get all technical on author lingo. I mean, come on. He has white hair. White! If that doesn't scream "I'm a special Gary-Stu. Love me!" then I don't know what will. Yet you like him more then I do? What's up that? I thought you readers hated Gary-Stus. Obviously I proved you guys wrong.
But alas, I'm only a thirteen year-old boy with his heart set on being the Pokémon Champion, and a heart set on having someone to want my heart. Okay, that didn't come out right. I didn't mean as in literally – Ah, never mind. You guys must be idiots if you thought of it in another way besides love.
Speaking of love, you guys are probably curious about why I like May, and then all of sudden not like her that one fair night in Mauville. May was the only girl that would even think about speaking to me – 'sides my mommy anyway – and I could tell from the moment that I walked into her dad's gym and saw her in the corner, she was full of passion, kindness, and had plenty of personality to go around. Oh, that and she's hot. Really hot. It's like ... I don't know! She had this certain aura about her or something.
Yet when I saw that other boy, Birch, I knew that they were destined to be together. All the famous Pokémon Trainers do! Take Crys and Gold for example. Or Red and Blue. Or Yellow and ... Orange? Who the hell is Orange? Whatever.
Like I was saying, Brendan and May were destined together. I could see them one day, hand in hand, people calling them ... I don't know, Ruby and Sapphire! What stupid names. Imagine this. Brendan is a neat freak who wears a hat of white hair and May is wild and likes to swing through trees half-naked. Can you see Brendan and May doing that? I think not!
But yeah. Here I am ranting about things that you, the reader, obviously don't care about. But you clicked the title so ha! You must really like the author to read this piece of crap.
Now where was I before I went all insane? Oh yes, why did I suddenly stop liking May? I believe I said it before – Brendan and May were destined for each other. So I stayed back, let them do what they wanted, and here I am, telling you my thirteen year-old life story. Wow, I sound old when I say that ... if you ignore the 'thirteen year-old' part that is.
Speaking of fans – damn, that was a while ago. Maybe a paragraph or two. Hang on, did I even mention fans? Gah, Latios, forgive me for losing it. But seeing as I now mentioned fans in that past sentence, we'll talk about them now! Joy!
I had this one little five-year old girl that would always come to my 'little sightings' as my mom called it where I would venture outside in, you know, the midst of a really big crowd. I guess knowing Brendan and May makes you a huge deal, or something. This girl was really ... different in a quirky kind of way. She reminded me of May though. Must have been the bandanna or something.
I remember once, as I was taking her for ice cream with her parents permission of course – what? Do you think I just took her away? I don't kidnap children. I have a life. I have no need to do so. Anyway, she asked me out of the blue,
"Mister Wood? Do you believe in destiny?"
Talk about random! But anyway, did I believe in destiny, dreams, and all that good stuff?
"Well, Jade, I ... hmm. Do you believe in destiny?"
That's a good way to avoid answering a question; question them back. Write that down somewhere. You might need it.
"Well, yeah! I do! Brendan and May, as people told me on the T.V.., were destined to be together from the moment they saw each other, and they're together now, so ... yeah!"
Ooh, heartbreak! If I haven't heard it before or seen it with my own eyes, I would have broken down right on the spot.
"Well ... I ... I believe in destiny too, but we don't always have to follow that path."
"Really, Wally?"
"Sure, Jade! We're all started on a certain path, but that doesn't mean we could go on another fork in the road!"
"Why would trainers leave forks on the road? Were they having a picnic?"
That little girl was clever by the way. The advice I gave her made me think. If what I said about destiny is true, would May come back to me later? I remember it. I shook that thought out of my head, almost spilling one of the mint chocolate chip scoops on my ice cream cone onto the little girl's head with a plop!
Gotta love the sounds effects. You know, if I shook it out of my head, then why do I remember it? I mustn't have shaken hard enough. Shake that groove thing, baby.
Anyways, getting off topic again, Brendan and May were still 'together' as you can call it at that point. Not an actual couple, mind you, but ask one of them on a separate date, and you might as well go down to hell and shake hands with the devil! That's so something a mom would say. I mean, I can so hear my mom say that. "You're gonna shake hands with the devil, Wally, if you don't change your socks!" Right, mom. It makes no sense, but moms can get away with stuff like that.
'Course, I wasn't ready to get my ass handed to me by Brendan yet, so I kept quiet and hid in the corner as always. Hence the title "Walls That Talk." Er, I'm not exactly sure what that means, but walls form corners don't they? Exactly.
Where did that leave me, you ask? Somewhere in between love and in love. I love May. Honestly I do! It's just not the way Brendan does. I love her like a younger sister and whatnot while he loves May as the girl of his dreams. But in the pit of my stomach, at the bottom of my heart, in the crevice of my soul – hmm, never heard that one before. But yes, I still liked May Maple. It's a silly crush right? Riiiiiight?
Right.
But anyway, I wonder if there is another one out there for me. Maybe I was too blind to see the girl of my dreams pass me by. Maybe I was so infatuated with May, my heart couldn't take another crush. Maybe I was so stupid, I paid no attention to anything else! Sure, that makes sense in my own twisty topsy world of mine.
I'm sure Birch never felt this confused!
Speaking of Birch, I don't hate him as much as you guys want or love to think so you can bash me in your stories and crap. Birch is just my rival, everyone has one! Red had Green, Gold had Silver. It's a package. Ruby has and had whatever color I am! Do I even have a color? I could be Emerald, I guess. This green hair has to be good for something.
And then you have the girls: Blue, Crystal, Yellow, and last but certainly not least, Sapphire! Oh, and we mustn't forget our main man Orange! Latios, why do I keep bringing Orange up? Better question, is Orange a girl or boy? Now that I think about it, I don't even think there's a fake Orange!
But anyway, what was I talking about again? Oh yeah, Brick head – I mean Bread Head. Do you guys even get that 'Bread Head' joke anyway? Oh, well if you didn't, pay attention, but if you do ... Well, I hear reviewing things is always good for the body and good for the soul. Kay, maybe not the body, but – oh screw it and just read!
"May, what are you doing?"
"Um ... sticking bread on B Boy's face while he's sleeping?"
"Why?"
"'Cause he's sick, and I'm bringing him breakfast in bed!"
Aw, that's sweet if not stupid. May is stupid – no! I didn't say that! Of course she's not stupid, heh. If I was in an animé, I'd sweat-drop right now, but the animators like to exclude poor, little Wally. Stupid animators. Like May. Gah! Shutting up now.
So that's the main thing behind the entire 'Bread Head' deal, or it could be because the name Brendan sounds like "Bread Head." Same thing with my nick name "Wall Leak." Sounds like Wally. No, May did not try to put plaster on my head while I was sleeping, so don't ask. Yes, please don't. The question gets rather annoying after awhile. Then again, I've never been asked about it.
But like I've been trying to say before I went down a trip on memory lane, I did not, I repeat, DID NOT, hate and/or dislike Brendan Birch, ever! Sure, maybe he hated me, but that's a different story isn't it? We sure did have a grudge against each other that we did. Bitter friendship you can call it.
But as of now, I'm sitting in my room with the moonlight as my light, shining ever so brightly through my window and blinding me. IT BURNS!
Yeah.
It's near Christmas, don't ya know, and Brendan and May are staying here for the holidays. Oh what fun it is to ride – crap, someone's coming into my room! Hope it's not my mom. She's going to kill me if I'm not asleep. Talk to you guys later! I know you're just oozing with excitement for chapter three ... not.
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Wally's emerald eyes widened as he shoved his journal under his pillow and pretended to sleep. He closed one eye and listened very carefully for doorknob turning, creaky floorboards, or footsteps. The door creaked as it opened, and Wally felt someone's eyes lurking on his back as if wondering if he were awake or not. The door closed shut, and Wally sighed in relief, thankful for whoever it was left quickly. He didn't like to be watched when he wasn't aware of his surroundings.
Sitting up and looking outside his window, the silver light of the moon lit up his face with an eerie, almost mythical glow, giving him a calming sensation. Maybe tomorrow he would continue his journey now that he was well rested and fed, for some fresh air might get rid of his sickness for good. Besides, his aunt and cousin Wanda were getting angry that he hadn't left for a week already. He found it rather ironic that once he was never let out of his house and now, he wasn't barely let into the house.
Resting his head on the headboard of the bed, he continued to gaze out the window peacefully until a small, quick shadow caught his attention. He sat back up again, alert, and pressed his nose and hands against the cold window. The figure moved across the grassy plain and bent down at one of the many gardens in Veranturf Town. There was something very familiar about that shadow.
Deciding to investigate, Wally opened his window and jumped out, thankful that his aunt's house was only one story. He shuddered as the northeastern winds blew against him, the cold nipping at his skin. He wish he didn't sleep in only a white t-shirt and boxers. Hopping over the white picket fence instead of opening the gate, paranoid that the creaking of the gate would awake his neighbors, he slowly walked over to the figure that was picking flowers.
"Er, excuse me?" he stated, rubbing his arms up and down to get rid of his goose bumps. "You do know that it is twelve in the morning, right?"
The figure stood up and turned around. Wally couldn't help but notice that it came barely up to his hip.
"Jade!" he exclaimed, running a hand through his hair in relief. It was then reality struck like a slap to the face as nerves began to jump in his stomach. "What are you doing out here so late? Your parents are going to be worried sick!" He picked up the five yea -old and sighed, noticing the flowers clutched in the little girl's hands. "What are you doing?"
Jade giggled, her viridian-green eyes sparkling in the moonlight with mischief. "I'm picking flowers for my mommy!" She smiled cutely and laughed softly again, wrapping her arms around Wally's neck, clinging on to him as Wally made his way toward her house on Floral Circle. "Tomorrow is her birthday, and I was going to surprise her with pretty flowers!"
Wally couldn't help but grin at the little girl's thoughtfulness. "But isn't it pretty late for you to be up?" he playfully scolded as he carried her to a house with a red shingle rooftop. "You should be in bed, nice and warm, not out here all alone in the dark."
Jade bit her lip and sniffled, only to clutch onto the green-haired trainer tighter in a hug. "But I wanted to get mommy a present!"
"Running away in the middle of the night isn't good though, you silly, little girl. Your parents would rather have you home than out here at night as a gift."
"Aw, Wally!" the little girl whined as she tugged on her raven hair that matched the night sky.
Wally knocked at the door and waited only for a few seconds before the door opened quickly open. Jade's panicked parents stood there, their hair askew, terror and fright written all over their faces.
"Jade!" Jade's mother cried, reaching out and carrying her baby in her arms. "We were worried sick about you!" The family embraced in a group hug, and Jade giggled a bit, oblivious to her parents' worry and relief.
"Young lady, why did you go outside in the middle of the night?" Jade's dad scolded, but you could see playfulness and fear in his eyes.
Jade only smiled happily and broadly. "I got mommy a present!" She presented the bouquet of wild flowers in an array of bright colors to her mom. "I wanted to surprise you, hehe."
"Oh, Jade ..." Jade's mom whispered though her tears that sparkled like the diamonds in the sky. "You're the only present I ever need, ever." She turned around to Wally who was standing in the doorway. "Thank you, Wally, for finding her."
"No problem, Mrs. Green.""Wally grinned, crossing his arms to keep in his warmth. "Just glad that I found Jade out there. Well, I better get back home. I'm leaving tomorrow, and I better get a good night of sleep! Bye"" Setting one foot outside, a small, squeaky, yet adorable voice remarked,
"Remember, Wally! Destiny!"
Wally turned around, his hair blowing in the zephyrs. An aura of determination and serenity glowed off him, matching the powerful glow of the orb in the sky. "I'll remember, Jade, I'll remember."