Hey everyone! Dude, I'm actually posting a chapter on Friday like I said I
would. . .-gasp- O_O Heh, heh ~_^
Homecoming is tomorrow. . .booooo. I have no date. Of course. Go and LAUGH at my lack of love life! Muhahahaha. . .! Ha. . .
-cough- Anyway, I've actually been working on this. I have so many ideas that I just simply HAVE to write. . .I wrote a chapter that doesn't come up in the story until WAY later, so yeah. . .go me, I guess! ^_^
I like this chapter. Short but sweet, and I saw it perfectly in my brain. Hmm. . .well, maybe not THAT perfectly. . .bleh. Me braaaains. . .
Ahhh. . .I'm being forced to get off the computer in exactly five minutes. . .so. . .READ! EVERYBODY RULES! ^_^
~Chapter Four~
The dark-blue Dragon Pokemon lifted its graceful head to look at me. A flick of green was in its eyes, but then it passed.
'Well, THIS is why Joker went crazy,' I thought.
I couldn't speak. The Dragonair was just so. . .beautiful. Now, living with Rapidashes and Ponytas who can shoot Flamethrower attacks into pretty designs, I've seen some pretty nice things. But nothing has come so close as that Dragonair.
The Dragonair had somehow been floating, but it gently dropped its dark blue body to the ground. It stared hard at me for some reason.
I couldn't move. I was under the spell of the Dragonair.
The Dragon Pokemon bobbed its head twice and slowly started to slither towards. . .me. I held my breath. I think Steve was holding his too, but I had no idea. Dragonair and I were in our own little world.
It slithered closer. . .and closer. . .and closer. . .
Suddenly a Spearow shot out of a nearby tree. Dragonair just looked up, unfazed, but Joker reared and started for what looked like home.
I spun around, out of Dragonair's spell. "Joker!" I cried. "Wait!"
I turned back around. . .but Dragonair was gone.
"Wait. . ." I whispered. I had no idea why I wanted Dragonair to come back. Maybe it was because the only Pokemon I ever saw were. . .well, common. Pidgey, Wurple, Spinarak, Pokemon like that. It's not an everyday thing--- heck, it's not a YEARLY thing---to see something as rare as a Dragonair near New Bark Town. We tend to stick to birds and bugs.
Steve suddenly spoke up, breaking up my thoughts. "You better go catch Joker," he said, letting out a breath. Was I right---had he also been under Dragonair's spell?
"Yeah," I replied tonelessly. I started running ahead, calling out Joker's name thinking for maybe once in his life, he'd come when I called.
Of course he didn't. I ended up walking about a mile with Steve riding Phoenix behind me at a really slow walk before I caught up to Joker. When I found him, he was eating a clump of grass like nothing had happened.
"You. . ." I muttered, grabbing the reins and swinging myself back in the saddle. I dusted some dirt from my dark blue shirt and shrugged.
"Let's go back," I said, nudging Joker to move, and he did.
Steve didn't say a word---he just walked Phoenix up beside me and concentrated on riding.
When we were almost back, I sighed. "Want to come inside with me to tell Mom about that Dragonair?" I shivered, but almost pleasantly.
Steve raised his eyebrows. "Why should you tell her? She doesn't have to know. Maybe. . ." He paused. "Maybe we were just imagining it."
I shook my head so hard my hair hit my cheeks. "No! It was there. It was real. Joker saw it. . .and plus, Mom's going to want to know how I got my jeans dirty."
Steve smiled and suddenly got Phoenix into a trot, forcing me to chase after him.
~*~*~
Steve and I quickly put the Ponytas away. I was surprised to find Mom wasn't outside with the Pokemon---unless we're eating or sleeping, she and Dad are usually out here twenty-four seven.
Steve and I barged in through the side door to the kitchen, and I found Mom filling up a glass of water.
She barely looked up when Steve and I started talking at once.
"There was---"
"We saw---"
Mom sighed and made her way over to a big ol' fern we keep in the kitchen, and started pouring the water in the plant. "Sounds like something happened on your ride," she said.
I looked at Steve, trying to signal to him to let me talk. He must've understood, because he nodded and took a few steps away.
"Mom," I started. "Okay, so Steve and I were riding on the normal trail, right? And, like, suddenly Joker runs and goes crazy and stuff and I can't control him, so he, like, runs through the forest and then he stops so suddenly I fall off and that's why my jeans are dirty."
Mom looked away from the plant, now holding an empty glass. She raised an eyebrow. "Why did Joker run off?" she asked.
"Because. . ." I paused. Why was it so hard to tell Mom I saw a Dragonair? I mean, it wasn't as if it would mean anything to her. . she's a Rapidash 'trainer'.
Right?
"Because we ran into a Dragonair," I blurted out..
Mom had been walking back towards the cabinet to put the glass away, but she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. The glass slipped from her hand, and Steve and I winced as it hit the tile floor with a loud crash.
Mom turned to me, her eyes bulging and her face chalk white. "Y-Y-Y-You saw a w-w-what?" she stammered, seeming unable to breathe.
I nodded and glanced at Steve. He seemed as confused by her reaction as I was.
"A Dragonair," I whispered.
Mom opened her mouth a little, still in shock. Then she suddenly ran out the side door and outside.
When she was gone Steve blinked. "Whoa. . .what the heck was that about?"
I got out a broom and pan and swept up the broken glass. "I have no clue," I said as I threw it away, "But she didn't react like I thought she should."
"Oh? How did you think she'd react?" Steve wanted to know.
"I thought she'd be. . .well, sort of. . .happy." I said. "She told me a long time ago, this story about my grandmother or something who liked to look for rare Pokemon like Dragons, and I thought, maybe, Mom would think it would. . .bring my grandma or whatever back."
Steve dropped his head and snorted. "Um. . .okaaaaay. . .I won't ask."
"Yeah, don't," I laughed, punching him in the shoulder. "Hey, want to see if I can invite Ivy over? Maybe we can sing some karaoke. . ." I smiled slyly.
Steve had been nodding, but suddenly stopped and got a look of pretend pain on his face. "Nooooooooo!!!" he cried, grabbing a book of the table and whamming himself in the head with it.
I had to laugh.
~*~*~
Yes, yes, laugh at the horrible singing voice that is Lindsey's, and that I have modeled after mine! MUHAHAHAHAHA!
On second thought, don't. . .just review ~.^
Homecoming is tomorrow. . .booooo. I have no date. Of course. Go and LAUGH at my lack of love life! Muhahahaha. . .! Ha. . .
-cough- Anyway, I've actually been working on this. I have so many ideas that I just simply HAVE to write. . .I wrote a chapter that doesn't come up in the story until WAY later, so yeah. . .go me, I guess! ^_^
I like this chapter. Short but sweet, and I saw it perfectly in my brain. Hmm. . .well, maybe not THAT perfectly. . .bleh. Me braaaains. . .
Ahhh. . .I'm being forced to get off the computer in exactly five minutes. . .so. . .READ! EVERYBODY RULES! ^_^
~Chapter Four~
The dark-blue Dragon Pokemon lifted its graceful head to look at me. A flick of green was in its eyes, but then it passed.
'Well, THIS is why Joker went crazy,' I thought.
I couldn't speak. The Dragonair was just so. . .beautiful. Now, living with Rapidashes and Ponytas who can shoot Flamethrower attacks into pretty designs, I've seen some pretty nice things. But nothing has come so close as that Dragonair.
The Dragonair had somehow been floating, but it gently dropped its dark blue body to the ground. It stared hard at me for some reason.
I couldn't move. I was under the spell of the Dragonair.
The Dragon Pokemon bobbed its head twice and slowly started to slither towards. . .me. I held my breath. I think Steve was holding his too, but I had no idea. Dragonair and I were in our own little world.
It slithered closer. . .and closer. . .and closer. . .
Suddenly a Spearow shot out of a nearby tree. Dragonair just looked up, unfazed, but Joker reared and started for what looked like home.
I spun around, out of Dragonair's spell. "Joker!" I cried. "Wait!"
I turned back around. . .but Dragonair was gone.
"Wait. . ." I whispered. I had no idea why I wanted Dragonair to come back. Maybe it was because the only Pokemon I ever saw were. . .well, common. Pidgey, Wurple, Spinarak, Pokemon like that. It's not an everyday thing--- heck, it's not a YEARLY thing---to see something as rare as a Dragonair near New Bark Town. We tend to stick to birds and bugs.
Steve suddenly spoke up, breaking up my thoughts. "You better go catch Joker," he said, letting out a breath. Was I right---had he also been under Dragonair's spell?
"Yeah," I replied tonelessly. I started running ahead, calling out Joker's name thinking for maybe once in his life, he'd come when I called.
Of course he didn't. I ended up walking about a mile with Steve riding Phoenix behind me at a really slow walk before I caught up to Joker. When I found him, he was eating a clump of grass like nothing had happened.
"You. . ." I muttered, grabbing the reins and swinging myself back in the saddle. I dusted some dirt from my dark blue shirt and shrugged.
"Let's go back," I said, nudging Joker to move, and he did.
Steve didn't say a word---he just walked Phoenix up beside me and concentrated on riding.
When we were almost back, I sighed. "Want to come inside with me to tell Mom about that Dragonair?" I shivered, but almost pleasantly.
Steve raised his eyebrows. "Why should you tell her? She doesn't have to know. Maybe. . ." He paused. "Maybe we were just imagining it."
I shook my head so hard my hair hit my cheeks. "No! It was there. It was real. Joker saw it. . .and plus, Mom's going to want to know how I got my jeans dirty."
Steve smiled and suddenly got Phoenix into a trot, forcing me to chase after him.
~*~*~
Steve and I quickly put the Ponytas away. I was surprised to find Mom wasn't outside with the Pokemon---unless we're eating or sleeping, she and Dad are usually out here twenty-four seven.
Steve and I barged in through the side door to the kitchen, and I found Mom filling up a glass of water.
She barely looked up when Steve and I started talking at once.
"There was---"
"We saw---"
Mom sighed and made her way over to a big ol' fern we keep in the kitchen, and started pouring the water in the plant. "Sounds like something happened on your ride," she said.
I looked at Steve, trying to signal to him to let me talk. He must've understood, because he nodded and took a few steps away.
"Mom," I started. "Okay, so Steve and I were riding on the normal trail, right? And, like, suddenly Joker runs and goes crazy and stuff and I can't control him, so he, like, runs through the forest and then he stops so suddenly I fall off and that's why my jeans are dirty."
Mom looked away from the plant, now holding an empty glass. She raised an eyebrow. "Why did Joker run off?" she asked.
"Because. . ." I paused. Why was it so hard to tell Mom I saw a Dragonair? I mean, it wasn't as if it would mean anything to her. . she's a Rapidash 'trainer'.
Right?
"Because we ran into a Dragonair," I blurted out..
Mom had been walking back towards the cabinet to put the glass away, but she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks. The glass slipped from her hand, and Steve and I winced as it hit the tile floor with a loud crash.
Mom turned to me, her eyes bulging and her face chalk white. "Y-Y-Y-You saw a w-w-what?" she stammered, seeming unable to breathe.
I nodded and glanced at Steve. He seemed as confused by her reaction as I was.
"A Dragonair," I whispered.
Mom opened her mouth a little, still in shock. Then she suddenly ran out the side door and outside.
When she was gone Steve blinked. "Whoa. . .what the heck was that about?"
I got out a broom and pan and swept up the broken glass. "I have no clue," I said as I threw it away, "But she didn't react like I thought she should."
"Oh? How did you think she'd react?" Steve wanted to know.
"I thought she'd be. . .well, sort of. . .happy." I said. "She told me a long time ago, this story about my grandmother or something who liked to look for rare Pokemon like Dragons, and I thought, maybe, Mom would think it would. . .bring my grandma or whatever back."
Steve dropped his head and snorted. "Um. . .okaaaaay. . .I won't ask."
"Yeah, don't," I laughed, punching him in the shoulder. "Hey, want to see if I can invite Ivy over? Maybe we can sing some karaoke. . ." I smiled slyly.
Steve had been nodding, but suddenly stopped and got a look of pretend pain on his face. "Nooooooooo!!!" he cried, grabbing a book of the table and whamming himself in the head with it.
I had to laugh.
~*~*~
Yes, yes, laugh at the horrible singing voice that is Lindsey's, and that I have modeled after mine! MUHAHAHAHAHA!
On second thought, don't. . .just review ~.^