Wow… I have two chapters now… OO;;; this is good progress…

Chapter II

get drunk and i stumble to the phone and conjure up a bitch to bone when i'm alone
Fucked up, tore back i need to take a piss
Only when i'm drunk? i sing a song like this
My grandma and your grandma... sittin by the fire
Hold on, turn that beat off!
No, keep it going
Crazy town, yo y'all just not known'
I get drunk and start talking more shit and when i got a gun in my hand
You better get...out 'cause my brain just ain't what it used to be
Forget trying to rationalize, cover your eyes.

I get ....(uh!)... damn i'm drunk.
I need a chunck, no better yet a hunk of that funk
I get ....(uh!)... damn i'm drunk.
I need a chunk, no better yet
A hunk of that funk

Yeah i'm good bad, dope i'm freaky fresh
I make hip-hop fans say "yes" "yes"
Crazy's comin' thru you know we're gonna blow up
Hold up wait i think i'm gonna throw up, na' false alarm
I'm getting all ladies with my cool charm
When i get drunk i might even call my daddy a punk
Yeah , but only when i'm drunk.

Yeah, only when i'm drunk
Only when i'm drunk it happens only when i'm drunk.

-Only When I'm Drunk by Crazy Town-

Steven's POV

I carried the girl into the elite building and to the main men's lounge room. The other elite members sat relaxing with the johto elite members and a few gym leaders. When I entered with the girl, everyone just stared at me silently. Falkner and his friends Will, Brawly, and Morty began to stifle their laughter.

"What's so funny guys?!"

They began to laugh harder. I saw a couple of beer and whiskey bottles on the floor. The smell of alcohol stung my nostrils.

"He... he…you finally went clubbing huh?! Heheheahahahahahahahaha!!!!!"

Falkner that dumbass. I hate him when he's shitfaced. I went over and bitch slapped him hard, leaving this red handprint. Morty, Will, and Brawley took this chance to peek under the girl's skirt since I still was carrying her.

"Woott!! I see white stuff there!! I bet Steven did have some boning time!!"

Yeah, I hate Brawley too.

Those guys shouldn't drink so much or they'll become horny, I warned them. Too late now. I could already see bulging appear in their crotch and suddenly I felt a major downward rush of blood and suddenly a large bulge appeared in my crotch.

-Oh shit…-

"Hey, look at that Steven… you're just like me and those four boys… I don't blame you though…"

I turned to see Wallace, my best friend, holding a martini in one of his hands.

"There's too much to control down there when we have to think so much up here," he said pointing to his head.

I chuckled. He always can cheer me up no matter what situation I ended up in. Slowly my crotch returned back to normal, and I sighed with relief. I placed a hand on his shoulder and squeezed it gently.

"Look, I need your help. I'm not asking any of those guys too help me. You're always pimpin with that group of lady trainers in your gym right? I need you to help me give this girl a bath. If I do it myself, I'll most likely get a bad nosebleed."

Wallace nodded reluctantly and drained the rest of his martini.

"This needs more shots," he said smacking his lips.

I took his glass and placed it on the table. We walked into the showering room where there was a gigantic circular pool where we gym leaders and elites bathed. Wallace stripped off his clothes in an instant and dived in the tub. He swam over to the far edge where there was a stone mouth of a garados that gushed out hot water.

"Water's great!"

"I imagine so, but don't forget what you're helping me do!"

The girl had lapsed into unconsciousness while I had carried her. I carefully removed her only article of clothing and lowered her into the water. Steam rose from the watery surroundings as she was conscious again. Her eyes now seemed different than before. They were almost drained of any expression and shone a deep yellow.

-What the hell is this...............?-

I hit myself mentally and the yellow was gone. How queer. I washed the dirt and grime off the girl's body and out of her hair. Wallace wrapped a thick towel around her and dried her off. He brought in a pair of pajamas that fit her exactly.

"Wallace, where did you find those?"

"My sister sent me these, but they were too small. They fit her perfectly. Anyhow, where is she sleeping? It's getting late."

"She's sleeping in my room."

"But where will you sleep? The floor isn't good for your back."

"I will sit next to her throughout the night. You can go to sleep now. Thanks for your help."

Wallace smiled and headed off to his room.

I walked the girl through the lounge to my room. It was a beautiful room with a comfortable bed and paintings with my own bathroom and everything I could want. Tucking the girl under the covers of my king-sized bed, I asked her the question.

"What is your name?"

She gazed deep into my sky-blue eyes and answered.

"My name… is Shiroki…"

"Shiroki…" I repeated as she drifted off into a deep sleep.

I have no idea how late I stayed up grasping her hand in her sleep. But sometime later, I fell asleep myself. Some things can't change. But I felt unreasonably happy. Maybe it's just my uniqueness.