Hi, yes I updated.
I'll begone for another month since I have no chapters written after this one. So yeah...
It has been a couple of hours since I spoke to Emily.
I spun around my chair lazily. We made it home safe after talking. We can finally talk like normal people without going after each other's throat. I had to admit, but I felt much better after we talked about how we felt. A sense of burden was lifted from my shoulders, allowing to think clearly and feel better. I was humming, thinking about what would do tomorrow when my phone rang.
"A message from H.L," a notification showed. I chuckled to myself, recollecting why I named Lizelle on my phone as H.L. (It meant Horny Lopunny for those who are curious.)
"Are you doing anything tomorrow?" Lizelle asked.
"No," I texted back. A symbol showed that she saw my message and was typing back.
"Do you want to come with me tomorrow to the audition?" Lizelle said.
"When is it?" I typed.
"Tomorrow hun," Lizelle said, with a kissing face.
"Okay, sure I'll go with you," I typed. Afterward, I typed in, "I hope you know where to go because I don't,"
"Yeah no, I know how to get there. Don't worry 3," Lizelle sent. I chuckled and added.
"I don't have life insurance,"
"Oh shut up, I'll protect you if anything," Lizelle said, with a rolling eye emote. I picked up my phone and raised an eyebrow.
"I don't know what I should be more excited about. Supporting my girlfriend or being protected by my girlfriend," I texted.
"How about both?" Lizelle said.
"Shouldn't you go to sleep? You have to wake up earlier right?" I said.
"Yeah, but I kind of wanted to talk to my bitch before I sleep." She sent.
"What do you want me to talk about then?" I texted.
"Hm... I dunno, make me feel happy or something..." she sent.
"Did you practice?," I typed. Wtf?
"The day before?" She texted, sounding like she expected more.
"I don't know," I texted. I could literally hear her sighing through the phone.
"You wanna come over or something?" Lizelle said.
"It's kind of late..." I texted.
"Do you not want to see your girlfriend?" Lizelle semi-scolded.
"It's not that," I quickly texted back with a laughing emote. "I'm worried about you not being able to sleep."
A pause happened before she texted back.
"That's so sweet," she said. "But your right, I wouldn't be able to sleep if you stayed up and plowed my ass the whole night,"
I blushed and put down my phone. A ring sounded and I glanced at my phone.
"Sweet dreams :)" she texted. I sent back a quick, "You too ;)" before laying on my bed. I shielded my eyes from the light above. I reached over and turned off the lights before drifting off to sleep.
Next morning...
I grabbed my keys and headed outdoors. I hummed lightly as the cold autumn weather blew in my face.
The leaves are beautiful... I thought as I walked by the falling leaves. Everything is serene... Emily doesn't hate me... Lizelle is waiting for me for her audition... hey, my grades are fine... things are looking up...
As I walked across the campus, I saw a lot of other couples. They were mainly Pokémon to Pokémon and humans to humans. It was quite rare to see Pokémon to human relationships around the school.
Well, I guess it's not that rare if you are dating a lopunny... I thought as I went down the steps.
I turned the corner to see Lizelle sitting on the overhead that connected the building to the streets. Her legs are rocking lightly in the air. Her head was eagerly turned the other way like she was expecting someone. She wore a cute grey sweater and wore short pants. She clutched the sleeves of the sweater as she looked around. When Lizelle finally spotted me waiting, her eyes widen with happiness and she jumped down.
"Didn't I tell you not to go up there before?" I chided.
"Good morning to you too," she said, offering me a granola bar she had started to eat. I leaned over to bite a part of it.
A pair of hitmonchans walked by and giggled to each other. Lizelle winked at them and hugged me.
"You know them?" I asked as I followed her. She nodded.
"We used to wrestle with each other," she said.
"You were on the wrestling team?" I asked, surprised.
"Freshman year," Lizelle said. I nodded, pleasantly surprised.
"Aren't you still on the volleyball team?" She asked. I nodded. "How's it going?"
"Oh... it's going okay. I didn't go to practice recently, so that happened," I chuckled nervously. She looked at me with the corner of her eyes.
"Why?" She asked. "You love to play volleyball in your spare time."
"You know, school stuff is getting in the way. I've been getting more work and tests, so I wanted to prepare for those," I partly lied. She seemed to accept that statement as she continued to walk.
"To be honest right now, I'm super nervous about the audition," Lizelle said. I glanced at her.
"You were always very confident about every audition that you go to. How come you are so nervous this time?" I asked.
She shrugged, "I don't know. It's just the gut feelings, maybe. Also, this one is much more significant than the other ones. The pay is higher and I get many more roles to play."
"Oh really now? Are you going to become famous?" I asked, excited for her. She smiled and nodded.
"Yeah, kinda, so that's why I really want to do well here," Lizelle said.
"You will do amazing," I reassured her. "It's just like the other auditions that you've faced. Just focus on your task and ignore the other people, they will distract you."
"I know, I know..." Lizelle whined. "It's just the anxiety of messing up..."
"Lizelle," I said seriously.
"What?" Lizelle said.
"Calm down. Being nervous doesn't do anything except make you perform worse." I told her.
"I know, but-"
"No buts. What are you nervous for? You're literally the best at our school. Not only that, you represent our school. Why would you want to throw away this amazing chance?" I said, comforting her.
She smiled a little, "you are right, I shouldn't be nervous. Being nervous never helps anyway."
"That's more like it," I said.
"Hey, but... if I get the role, can I borrow you for the night?" She said, eyes glinting. I shrugged.
"If you manage to convince my roommate here not to rat on us," I said, jokingly. "Also you know it's against the rules right?"
"We have done it plenty of times, so why are you saying no to this one?" She said, sadly.
"You right," I said. "Why is it always rewards with you?"
"Why are you the one complaining," she whined, nudging me.
"Look who's talking," I pointed out.
"Real funny," Lizelle said.
We made our way downtown on a train. Apparently it was really far from campus. We both chatted amongst on the subway. I noticed that a lot of people were glaring at me for whatever reason, so I tried my best to ignore them. Lizelle noticed and shrugged them off. I couldn't believe somebody actually dared to approach Lizelle to ask for her number. I immediately stepped in and interfered. The man, in his forties probably, looked like he wanted to fight but Lizelle's intimidation aura took better hold of him. Snarling, he left and disappeared into the crowd. It seemed that most jerks appeared near downtown. Shaking my head in frustration, we continued to make our way across the city. Lizelle saw that I was upset and tried to comfort me by pinching my ass every twenty steps that I took. I was so annoyed that I just gave up being agitated. Funny how emotions worked. Our final half of the ride was rather peaceful, thankfully. But I really didn't like how other people stared at Lizelle. Who knows what they were fantasizing about in their minds. I really wanted to just protect Lizelle and just claim her for me and myself only. At last, we reached our stop. We walked across the street to see a giant glass tower.
"This is the place you are going to work?" I asked.
"If I get in, yes." She said, looking up. We entered the glass lobby and a woman approached us.
"Here for auditions?" She asked kindly. Lizelle nodded. She directed us towards an elevator and pressed thirty-three for us.
"Holy shit there is fifty floors here," I said after the door closed.
"That's amazing..." she said, looking at all the buttons.
"You can also see an amazing view," I said, looking out the transparent elevator. She held my hand against the railing.
"It's really beautiful." She said, staring outside. The sun has already risen a little bit, so the ray of lights was cast against the buildings, making the shadows dance in the floor. The lights reflected off the building causing the streets to have a vibrant look. I could see miles away on this cloudless day.
"You can do it, Lizelle," I whispered. She smiled and held my hands tighter.
The elevator reached our floor and we stepped out. I saw a couple of other human girls and other feminine looking Pokémon. A dressed man looked around as if he is searching for someone. When his eyes laid on Lizelle, he called out.
"Hurry, let's go, it's already time." He said, rushing over to us.
"Mr. Hankins?" Lizelle said. "I didn't know you were here."
"Yeah, me neither. The judges are almost done with the two in front of you. Did you warm up yet?" The man said.
"We are quite early actually," Lizelle said. "That's my teacher, just saying."
"Who is this?" The man said, extending his hand out.
"Aiden," I said, shaking his hand. "Her significant other."
He smiled. "It's nice to be young again huh? Anyways," he turned to Lizelle, "we have to go."
Lizelle turned to give me a peck on my cheek.
"Good luck," I whispered to Lizelle, using my thumb to graze her hip. "Our deal remember?"
She blushed and pushed my hand away. I smiled after her. Once they left, my smile returned to a small sad frown. I looked around for a seat. I eventually spotted one in the corner.
It's rather crowded today. A lot of people participating in the auditions? I guessed. I sat down and pulled out my laptop. Thank goodness I could work here. Free WiFi?
I looked at the setting menu and spotted a couple of open hotspots.
Honestly, it's never great to connect to public servers, because once you connect to it, you are prone to any hackers. I thought.
I connected to a free spot in a coffee store near us. I scrolled over to enable my Tor security.
Hm. I thought as a pop up showed up, notifying my security was working fine.
At this point, I was vaguely aware of two other lopunnies speaking with one another in a suspicious tone. Two O' clock, North East, two targets, why are they walking towards here?
"Hey there, is this seat taken?" One of them said. I shook my head and continued to focus on my work.
God, what the hell. Can't they just leave me alone? I thought.
"Are you here for the auditions?" They asked.
"No," I said, looking up and sideways. "Who are you guys?"
"Oh, how rude of me. I am Nicole and she's Jackie." Nicole said, gesturing to Jackie.
"How can I help you?" I said, getting slightly annoyed.
"We were just wondering if you wanted to help us warm up," Jackie said, glancing slightly at Nicole.
"I'm good, thanks," I said, looking back down. "If you guys want help, there are plenty of staff here anyways."
"Aww don't be like that. You seem like you know your... 'language' going on there." Nicole gestured to my computer.
"Um, actually no, it's not a language. It's my script to complete fry somebody's phone once they connect to an electronic pineapple or fake router. Once they do that, I've stolen not only their credit card information but also their bank account." I said, calmly. They looked at each other surprised.
"Oh... okay," Nicole said.
"Yeah, you can't work constantly like that can you? Take a break. Why don't you help out?" Jackie said, touching my shoulder.
"How about... no," I said, brushing her hand off.
"Aww don't be like that," Jackie said, persistently.
"Hey, I said stop," I said.
"Who was that you walked in with?" Nicole asked.
"My friend," I said.
"Okay, I'm going to be blunt, but was the lopunny that walked in called Lizelle?" Nicole said. I looked up with a curious face.
"Does that matter?" I asked.
"Why are you so protective?" Jackie said.
"Now now, no need to get so mad." Nicole said, with a glint in her eyes. "You guys don't happen to be dating, are you?"
"Yes?" I said. I punched myself inside. The words slipped out before I had the chance to cut myself.
"Oh..." She said, allowing her legs to brush against mine. "Oh god, trust me. She's definitely something else."
"A whore too. God, that thing that happened right after the 'incident'" Jackie said, rolling her eyes. My hands shook in anger as she said this.
"I heard she got fucked by multiple other Pokémon's and humans," Nicole said, fawning her arrogance.
"I know right!" Jackie said, nodding. "How disgusting. You must be her rebound or something,"
"Hey, I don't want to be rude or anything, but like I don't appreciate you talking about her that way," I said. They looked at me strangely, like they were expecting me to be curious or something.
"Do you even know how she is actually? Like her actual personality?" Nicole said, with raised eyebrows.
"Not that I know of," I said, sounding agitated. "What's the deal with you guys anyway?"
"Nothing really," Jackie said, playing with her ears. "You see, Lizelle used to be great buddies with us. It's was only after Max fucked her over that she got expelled. I'm kind of surprised she recovered."
"Yeah, some guy exposed Max's whole drug train, Arceus," Nicole said.
"Yeah, well he's standing right in front of you," I said. "If you guys don't tell me why you are here, I'm going to call security."
"You exposed Max?" Jackie said, looking at Nicole with a surprised face.
"What. A. Hero," Nicole said, resting her hands on my arm.
"Hey, our audition is soon. We should probably go. How about we meet up together later?" Jackie suggested.
"No, I'm good," I said, looking back at my computer.
"Aww, don't be like that," Nicole said, brushing her arms against mine. "You seem quite interesting actually. How about we go out later tonight after our audition? I know we probably hit it off with a bad start, but we'll make up for it tonight."
"I'm sure you'll enjoy it," Jackie said, winking. Nicole scribbled her number on a brochure and winked at me.
"Think about it," they said, leaving with a teasing touch on my face.
I looked in disgust after they left.
Whores. I thought, ripping the brochure up. I deposited the paper into a trash bin and snorted.
I sat for a good ten minutes in peace before Lizelle came out.
"How was it?" I asked, smiling. She hugged me tightly.
"It was good!" She said, biting my neck. "Oh god. I think I did really good. I didn't mess up or anything. The judges were smiling and-"
"Woah, calm down, Jesus Christ," I said, catching her. She flopped down onto the chair next to mine.
"I'm so, so tired," she said, looking at me with a cute face.
"I know you are tired. You did well," I said, gathering my belongings. "Come on, let's get something to eat."
I led her into the elevator. I was vaguely aware that both lopunnies were glancing at us. Lizelle didn't seem to notice anything was wrong.
"You okay?" Lizelle said, shaking my sleeve.
"Yeah, I'm okay," I said, facing at her.
"Liar," she insisted, raising her paws to outline my folds on my forehead. "You are frowning a little,"
"I'm fine," I said, hugging her. "Even if I'm not, you know I would always tell you right?"
It's for our own good anyway...
"Heh, you say so," she said, resting both hands on my arms. I rubbed her back as the elevator reached the first floor.
We exited the building to see the sun right above us. It was a nice clear day today. The surrounding air was just cold enough to have a satisfying breeze whenever the winds picked up.
"Kind of feels like a date, no?" Lizelle said, bumping her hips against mine.
"It does," I said, smiling. "Did you have anything planned? I'm free all day,"
"Yeah, not all night though," Lizelle said, winking at me. "Let's check out the rinks near downtown,"
"Ice skating?" I said, unsure.
"No, swimming," Lizelle said sarcastically. "Of course ice skating you dummy,"
"Ouch," I said, feinting being heartbroken. "Who said you can be sarcastic towards me?" I said, lightly pinching her sides. She giggled and jumped away.
"All right, master~," she said, teasingly. I growled and playfully tried to grab her to keep her in control.
"Ah! He's trying to molest me!" She cried.
"Yo chill!" I said, looking around. Thankfully nobody was there. When I turned to scold Lizelle she was pouting at me in such a way I couldn't possibly criticize her,
"Fuck you," I said, poking her puffed-up cheeks. Her expression broke into a grin and hugged my arm. With a disappointed shake of the head, we both walked downtown towards the busy heart of the city. We passed by dozens of shops to which Lizelle took at a look once in a while. We tried many appetizers along the way. Although my poor wallet cried for me to stop, I merely shrugged it off. It was Lizelle's day after all. We held hands along the lake where cyclist traveled towards uptown and further downtown. It did feel like a pleasant day. We walked a couple of blocks chatting before the route changed, leading us towards lots of other people and Pokémon. Surprisingly, not a lot of people were there. It was filled with mostly kids and other professional skaters. I watched in amazement as the professionals did twirls and spins on the smooth ice.
Damn. I thought as we went to rent skates. Lizelle watched in suppressed laughter as I made my way to the entrance in an uncertain hobble. She grasped my hands and gently brought me over to the ice. I almost lost balance and grabbed onto the rail.
"Never skated before?" Lizelle said, smiling as if she was watching a kid doing something stupid.
"I have, it just takes me a while to go from solid ground to slippery ice," I said, with shaking legs. "You already know how to ice skate?"
"A little," she said, pushing herself away from me with a move of her leg. She glides along the ice and came back like a boomer ring.
"You already know how to ice skate," I complained.
"I'll teach you, don't worry," she smiled, skating behind me. From there, we both proceeded to gently move around the ring. She taught me how to push myself forward on the ice.
I got used to pushing myself forward quickly. I went too fast once and crashed into a wall because I didn't know how to steer left or right. I sighed in annoyance as Lizelle laughed while coming over to help me. I grabbed her paws and pulled myself upwards.
"Don't really know how to explain it, but when steering, you have to put pressure on the opposite leg of the way you are going. Put instead of pushing yourself forward, you kind of want to push yourself in the direction you go," Lizelle said, as I clutched onto her for dear life. I uncertainly balanced on the ice by myself. I used one leg to steer myself as Lizelle instructed. I quickly losses balance, but Lizelle was there to catch me.
"You gotta be more careful," She whispered into my ear.
"I can't skate," I whined. She pulled me back onto two legs. I stood back and was hit by how beautiful Lizelle was. She smiled at me expectantly. I smiled back at how her hands were at her hips, magnifying the amount of arrogance she had in her skill to ice skate. I skated forward and kissed her on the lips. Her eyes widened in surprise as she skated backward.
"What was that for?" Lizelle said, blushing. A couple of kids skated by giggling. A guy walking past flashed me an "Okay buddy" hand gesture.
"I don't know," I said. "I just wanted to,"
"Try to keep your lust down," Lizelle said, red from embarrassment. "There is still plenty of time, horny man,"
"What did you say?" I said, chasing after her on ice.
"I'm so full," Lizelle said, as I bit into a piece of steak lying on my plate.
"Hey, my treat, you can eat more if you want," I said.
"You know I would never exploit your wallet's money," Lizelle said. I've already paid the bill and was ready to leave.
"Come on," Lizelle said, getting up with difficulty. "Let's go,"
"Alright," I said, pushing my chair back to stand up. We left the restaurant and walked towards the subway. We both swiped into the gate system and patiently waited for a train.
"Today was fun huh?" I said as Lizelle sighed happily against my shoulder. She nodded tiredly.
"I'm so tired," she said.
"Sleep, I'll wake you up when it's our stop," I said. She gave me a weak thumbs up and passed out against my shoulder. I adjusted her head a little so that she could be more comfortable. I smiled happily at the near-empty train. I hummed to myself a little and recalled the moments that Lizelle and I spent together. I chuckled a little when I remembered we once went to a drinking party where we both got knocked out. Later we found out we were moved to somebody's room. Turns out somebody carried us into their bed when we woke up. We were only dating a little at that point. Furiously embarrassed, we both left the party to enjoy a little silence of our own. Another time we were both at a paintball event. It was a free for all at the time. But when I saw Lizelle, I couldn't bring myself to shoot her. When Lizelle saw me, she had no hesitation in shooting me. I winced at the paintball as they hit my chest but laughed as I returned fire.
Good times. I thought. I watched as the subway pulled away from the station. I noticed a pair of couples consisting of a gardevoir and a young-looking male. I glanced at them and felt negative energy wash over myself as I thought about Emily. The gardevoir managed to catch my eye. The boy saw me looking so he waved. I have a shy wave back but glanced at the gardevoir. The gardevoir quickly teleported next to me. I nervously glanced out of the window of the train. We were deep into the tunnel, so we couldn't really leave.
"Hey, I don't want to be weird or anything, but I sense some psychic marks, Mark," the unknown gardevoir said.
"Olivia, don't go peeking around other strangers," Mark said, across from us. "Plus somebody is trying to sleep."
"I know, I'm sorry," Olivia whispered, teleporting back. "But... this one's interesting."
"I'm sorry?" I said.
"Don't mind her, she's just trying to make trouble," Mark said, scolding Olivia.
"I'm not, he's the one that's in trouble," Olivia said, curiously.
"Olivia!" Max said, sharply.
"It's fine," I said, smiling. "What was that about me being in danger?"
"Hm... I see you've had some contact with another of my species." Olivia said. She frowned as she spoke. "A higher classed gardevoir at that,"
"Hey, I'm really sorry about my gardevoir-," Max started, but I cut him off,
"No need to be sorry," I said, glancing at Lizelle who was still asleep. "I'm actually quite interested in what your partner is saying, however. Could you please elaborate on what you said about a 'higher class?'"
"I am a lower class myself, it is such an honor to meet an upper class's previous mate," Olivia said. Her eyes twinkled in deep thought. Something tells me that she knows something that's beyond my knowledge.
"You dated a gardevoir as well?" Max asked. I nodded.
"I was," I said, smiling sadly. "She left me for somebody else though. Ironically, it didn't work out in the end anyway, because the boy was found-" My body froze. My eyes glanced at Olivia for a brief second. Her head was tilted at angle arms around Max as if to protect him. My spine shook as I noticed her murderous smile. It looks as though she was willing to sacrifice anything to protect Max for some odd reason my mind couldn't work out.
Speak another word, and I will gladly murder you. I heard Olivia say sadistically. My face drained of blood as I heard the warning emanating ring from her.
"It just didn't work out in the end," I corrected myself.
"That's unfortunate," Max said.
"Indeed," I nodded. Olivia returned to looking out the window as if nothing happened at all. What just happened? She just tried... what?
"It's our stop, Max," Olivia said, getting his attention.
"Alright, I'm really sorry about Olivia," Max said, giving me a polite smile. I shook my head and smiled back. They both got up to the door.
Olivia glanced at me before exiting the train, "Everbody has their own reasons to make certain actions, Aiden. Think yourself as Emily,"
My arms tensed up at my ex's name. The door closed before I could demand how she knew my name and Emily's name. Olivia gave me a small smile before the train pulled away.
Everybody has their own reasons... I thought, looking outside the window as we left the station. Excuses. If the world only worked that way...
I dropped my head onto Lizelle before closing my eyes in deep thought.
"You seem very concerned about something," Lizelle said. I smiled and patted her on the head.
"It's nothing," I said. "If I seem very unhappy, I'm really sorry."
Lizelle frowned cutely. I pinched her cheeks.
"Fluffy," I commented.
We were back at our dorms, or rather Lizelle's dorm. I watched as Lizelle fumbled for her keys. She let me into her room.
"You hungry?" I asked, going into the kitchen.
"No, are you?" Lizelle said.
"Not really, just in the mood for dessert," I said, opening the freezer. I bent down and grabbed a carton of ice cream I left here a week ago. Lizelle passed by me to get water and smacked my ass.
"You're going to get fatter if you keep eating junk food," she commented.
"Men don't get fat," I said jokingly. "Bunnies do,"
Lizelle raised an eyebrow. "That's some fucked up logic there,"
I shrugged. I collapsed onto her couch and Lizelle snuggled up against my chest.
"I can't eat," I said, trying to open the carton.
"I know," she smiled at me. I sighed and placed the lid on Lizelle's head.
"Be my table then," I said, proceeding to scoop some ice cream. I held the spoon near her mouth and she ate the ice cream that I offered. "Can you go fetch another spoon?"
"Just eat the one I ate from," Lizelle said, facing the blank TV.
"Ew no," I said, making a face. She sighed and sat up, taking the spoon from me.
"Have you seen the new transfer student?" Lizelle said, suddenly.
"Hm?" I asked.
"The gardevoir that came to our school." She said, looking outside. "She's really pretty too, apparently."
"Hm. I might have seen her around." I said, coughing.
"You good?" Lizelle asked, looking at me. I nodded.
"Why did you bring her up?" I asked.
"I don't know..." she said, sounding somewhat worried. "I heard rumors that she's been hitting off really well with Tyler so..."
"Tyler?" I asked, shocked. "That druggy?"
"Yeah," Lizelle said. "She probably doesn't know the network of assholes, since she just came to this school."
"They are dating?" I asked, surprised.
"Seems like it." Lizelle said, getting up and pinning me to the back of the couch. "But it doesn't concern us, does it? It's her own problem."
Lizelle proceeded to hug me, slowly feeling down my stomach. My mind was still fixed on the fact that Emily has been "friendly" with Tyler. Oh my god, what the hell is she thinking? What if she actually...
"You okay?" Lizelle asked, kissing my forehead. I gently pushed her off. She whined and stepped away.
"I'm sorry." I said, covering my face. I got up and pulled her into a hug. "I just can't right now. I have something I have to do."
Lizelle pulled away and looked at me with a concerned expression.
"That's fine," Lizelle said, slightly sadly. "If you need anything, tell me."
"I will." I said, kissing her. "I'll call you later."
"You better," Lizelle said, smiling.
I turned away and grabbed the keys from the counter. I left Lizelle's apartment into the night sky. I started to walk faster as I walked back to my apartment.
What is she doing?