Hello again! Glad you're still here; guess I still somehow have your attention. That's good I think . . .
OH! Did ya know…no ya didn't. N e wayz, my sis' says that she hates my taste in music, but jus' about every song I've downloaded or every CD I've bought, she burns. Wut an idiot.
CLICK CLICK BOOOOOOM!
[What is wrong with you?]
YOUR FACE! OHHHHH! ::BADUM, TISSSHH!::
REVIEW! IT MAKES THE WORLD TASTE GOOD!!
One more thing. If you, for some reason I know not, happen to like the Mediator Series, then I suggest ya DON'T read my beta reader's story called…shoot, wut's it called again?
[DON'T LISTEN TO HIM!!! He's just bein' an ass!! I ask u this: If MY fic sucked so BAD, then how come I'M not the one wit the FLAMES?? hm? O BTW: My fic's called Killin' Me Softly]
(Which she no longer updates.)
For crying out loud I'm advertisin' yer friggin' story here! The least you could do is SHOW SUM COMMON CURTESY!! (then again, you don't update anymore so why am I even bothering with this advertisement stuff?)
N e wayz, you're probly wantin' ta read the chappie. Well go ahead then, no one's stoppin' u. Sheesh. You don't have to read the AN/skit thingies . . .
One more thing! I dunno why, probly cuz of the sugar rush…BUT N E WAYZ!! VOTE NOW IF YA WANT MAY TA HAVE A SOUTHERN ACCENT!! I'M TELLIN' YA IT'S THE SUGAR DOIN' THIS TO ME! BUT IF YA REALLY WANNA, I'LL GIVE HER THE DAMN ACCENT!! I DON'T CARE!
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YOU'RE STILL HERE?!
DISCLAIMER: NOPE!
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Ch. 7: Too Much Pain
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"Thank you soooo much for helpin' me out!" the man said to Brendan. "You'd like, never know how important this stuff is!" Brendan looked to May for help. A shrug was her only response. So Brendan turned back to the man's babbling. Finally, however, he could stand it no longer.
::CRACK:: ::Thump::
The trainers and their Pokemon stood over the still form of the…odd man. With a sigh of relief they continued on and through the Woods without many difficulties.
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"I like to spit seeds from my mouth!" an energetic young boy exclaimed. May and Brendan . . . well they didn't really know how to respond to such a proclamation like that. "Here! This is TM 13! Now you guys can spit seeds from your mouths too!"
"Uh-huh . . . bye kid!"
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The two trainers were still on their way to Rustboro City when they saw something so grotesque it isn't even funny. OH THE HORROR!!! OF ALL THE DUMB LUCK THEY HAD TO COME ACROSS SOMETHING SO REVOLTING THAT IF THEY HAD BOTHERED TO EAT LUNCH, THEY'D BE LOOKIN' AT IT ON THE GROUND!! Ew, that is gross. Gross gross GROSS!!
"Oh great. The brat's mom," May said. Brendan shuddered.
"OF ALL THE DUMB LUCK—"
"Will you shut up?!" Brendan cowered and mumbled an apology. With a sigh, May kept walking, her Pokemon by her side, with Brendan and his Pokemon behind her. Brendan's Pokemon sighed and shook their heads. Truth is, he was a great trainer, but outside of battles he wasn't the brightest kid who walked the face of the earth. Poor Brendan.
May stopped and let Brendan catch up to her. Once he did she told him the plan . . .
"So when she's not lookin' we'll sprint as fast as possible and try to not get seen?"
"NO! WE'RE JUST GONNA TAKE OUR SWEET LITTLE TIME WALKIN' PAST HER AN' GET SEEN! OF COURSE WE'RE GONNA SPRINT!! WHY THE HELL DO YOU THINK I JUST TOLD YOU?!"
"Um…my health?" Guess what? Don't wanna? WELL TOO BAD! GUESS! Done? Is that your final answer? If you guessed B) another bump on his head!, then you've just won a million dollars!! Now let me get my Monopoly game and I'll pay you. : )
"WHY MUST YOU MMMPH HURAGUNFMMPH?!" May didn't know and May didn't want to know what Brendan had said when she'd covered his mouth.
"Sssshhh! You're gonna make her see us!" May hissed to her querulous companion. When he finally finished, May raised her hand. One finger, two fingers, three—
"Why, hello there!"
Crap, both of them thought. They frantically looked around them, then their eyes locked, and without a word they nodded.
The rich lady approached the trainers.
"How would you children like a battle?" Suddenly May 'fainted'. Before she 'fell', Brendan 'caught' her, 'swept' her off her feet, and ran past the lady, saying that May wasn't in very good health.
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Five minutes later a heavily panting Brendan and a relaxed May stopped at the middle of Rustboro Bridge. Brendan was about to let her back on her feet, but just as he was about to May 'snuggled' up to Brendan, making him stiffen. May saw, and felt, this and smiled.
"Aw, isn't this romantic?" she said sarcastically. Brendan shook his head, bringing him back to reality and away from his little dreamworld.
"I could just drop you ya know," he replied. May's smile disappeared and a glare took its place.
"I dare ya," she replied with an icy tone.
"If you say so," he said with a shrug and promptly brought his arms back to his side. May, with nothing to hold her up, fell on her butt.
"YOU'RE DEAD!"
"EEP!"
May made to tackle him, but instead ended up face first on the bridge. She looked up and saw a dust cloud heading toward Rustboro City.
Damn that boy can run . . .
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Well, that one kinda sucked imo. And short too . . . But at least I updated quickly. Guess it just shows how devoted I am to you guys.
Shyeah right. This thing woulda been posted sooner if I was as devoted as I say I am. Well I've got nothin' more to say. 'til next time!
[And when is next time?]
recording: I'm sorry, Lawonga is not here right now. Please leave a message at the sound of the beep. THAT GOES FOR THE READERS TOO!
::BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP::
[ . . . Roight . . . ]
Damn sugar.