A new fic by moi! Yah…I am still working on Meowth's monster match making, but I decided I wanted to write something else too. So this is it. Tell me what you think; the next chapter is coming soon. Luvs ya and leaves ya,
-Rose
You and me…Used to be together.
Every day together.
Always…
A soft downy blanket of snow traced each stationary object along the country lane; the trees branches weighed down by the thick layers, and the frosty snowflakes pattering apon the nearly silent road. Here, our favourite trio traipsed through the slush and wind, cheap coats provided by Giovanni wrapped around their shivering frames. The beige cat-like pokémon Meowth rode on Jessie's head, observing the view, teeth chattering, whilst the other two partners clung to each other in an attempt to create that extra bit of warmth. Jessie loved snow. Despite the fact that she was freezing, a beautiful smile bordered her face, glistening eyes of sapphire blue darting over the fields of white.
Smirking, she proceeded to link arms with her partner, and lean against him as they trudged rhythmically, and James, slightly worried, ignored her actions. Slightly irritated, Jessie bumped his side with her hip, the same smirk still staining her pretty features. The lavender haired boy wasn't expecting the sudden movement, and his foot slipped down the side of the pavement. Everything happened in slow motion. The truck roared towards them like an advancing tauros, steam pouring from the funnels and the huge grated engine gurgling. Jessie screamed, and reached for his hands to bring him back to safety, yet her gloved fingers grasped the empty air. She only remembered the flash of petrified emerald, before a loud bang filled the air, and the truck skidded to an ungraceful halt in the nearby hedge. Jessie stood there for a few seconds before whispering a strangled, 'oh my god.' Then she began to run. Slipping over the icy gravel, the snow burning her eyes as she stumbled to the front of the truck, where James lay cold. She couldn't believe it. It hadn't happened, it just hadn't. She'd reached for James's' hands and she'd pulled him back to safety, and they would laugh about it later like always. The truck driver bumbled about like an idiot, calling the ambulances, but he wasn't even there in Jessie's blue eyes. In a fraction of a second, her life had splintered apart, shattered and cracked like a mirror, shards and fragments flying in every direction, impossible to piece back together. She leant down and crawled towards him, his expression peaceful, eyes closed like he was in a light slumber and would wake up any second.
"James?"
She questioned through a choked splutter of tears that cascaded down her face, filling her lungs and making her cough and tremble violently. Shuddering, she put a gloved hand to his tanned facial complexion. He was gone. In a second. He was dead, and dead before she'd told him how she felt. Meowth scrambled down beside her, his face a mixture of crest fallen shock. "Oh god Jimmy." He mumbled. Jessie didn't hear him. She didn't hear the sound of sirens filling the air, and she didn't see the flashing of blue lights. All she saw was her partner, lying there in front of her, but gone.
"Excuse me miss, are you a friend of this man?"
A voice slipped through her thoughts and she glanced up to be met with the concerned eyes of a policeman. Suddenly, she was overcome with rage for no apparent reason. She stood up and began trembling, her fists clenched.
"He's dead."
She whispered, bringing her pale face close to the dark skin of the cop in front of her, who wore an extremely scared look on his face. Then, her crystal blue eyes became tiny slits of glass as she echoed in a scream of fury,
"HE'S DEAD!"
The policeman fidgeted uncomfortably, but made no move to touch her, whilst Meowth watched in horror. The copper adjusted the collar around his neck and replied, stuttering,
"Well…we don't know that for sure yet miss. We'll keep him in the hospital. There's been some internal bleeding, the nurse thinks, but there's a chance he could pull through."
He hesitated before adding in a whisper,
"A slim chance though."
Jessie watched. She then turned and marched over to her partner in crime, who was being loaded into the back of an ambulance on a stretcher. She pushed past anyone who tried to stop her until she reached the unconscious body. One more, silent tear trickled like a tiny flowing river down her rouged cheeks as she tucked the stubborn thread of lavender hair behind his ear. Then she leant down to his level and whispered so that no one could hear…
"I'm sorry."
And I really feel…That I'm losing, my best friend.
I can't believe this could be.
The end.
Tell me what ya think! I think I could have made it a bit more detailed…shrugs but overall I think its okay. Reviews would be greatly appreciated! .
