another chapter here has been revised into a true scripted masterpiece. scripted speech patterns are how I write my 'Pokémon' fanfictions, and nothing else remains in such an explanation. this chapter of 'The Heartless Timing of Life' is a good nine-hundred-twenty-three words worth of pure storyline and is slightly longer than chapter one of this fanfiction. still, it is by no means long enough to make a difference, not in my opinion, anyway.
disclamation: I still do not own the 'Pokémon' anime in any way, shape, or form. I also do not own the manga or even any of the games. all ownership rights and credits are due to a man named Satoshi Tajiri. I know it's just like Ash Ketchum's Japanese name. I hardly even own up to ninety percent of this fanfiction's own storyline. the storyline of which is based off of a Korean tween-friendly cartoon under the title of 'Flowering Heart'. I am just culminating its storyline into my work, right here.
On the seaplane, Mairin was still mad at Alain for his unintentional insult. Worse still, they were seated in the same row. Mairin just had her arms crossed and faced out the window away from Alain.
Mairin: I have to use the bathroom. Don't wait for me to return, Alain.
Mairin's thoughts: I don't really need to use the bathroom, though. I just wanna get away from Alain for a bit.
They were still supposed to stay seated at that time, though. Alain tried to stop her, but Mairin just pushed him away and gave him the cold shoulder. Mairin was almost at the bathroom when she started to fall down.
Alain tried to get up to help her, but someone else helped Mairin instead. It was a blonde-haired boy who looked just between Mairin and Alain's age. He seemed like he swept Mairin off her feet.
Blonde-haired boy: Are you alright, miss? I hope you didn't hurt yourself.
Mairin blushed the hardest she ever had at the boy's attention. Alain did not know what to think of their interaction.
Mairin: OH, I'm fine. I just needed to get away from my seat for a bit. I had to say I needed the bathroom as an excuse, and I fell on my way to it. But I'm very great, actually, sir.
Alain was completely upset with Mairin for not really needing to use the bathroom. He was even struck with an unfamiliar feeling when he saw how easily Mairin was being swept off her feet by this stranger.
Blonde-haired boy: My name is Jean Paul, by the way.
Mairin: Hi, Jean Paul. I'm Mairin. I'm on my way to Solaris Island to visit my aunt and uncle.
Jean Paul: I'm going there to expand my family's Pokémon Showcase empire as a favor for my Uncle Pierre.
Mairin became swept away by this revelation of the dreamy blonde-haired boy's relationship to the master of ceremonies in the Pokémon Showcases.
Mairin: You're Showcase Master Pierre's nephew?
Mairin swooned and nearly fainted. Monsieur Pierre's supposed nephew, Jean Paul, had caught her in his arms, though. Alain grew more uncomfortable with this.
Mairin (continued): My aunt and uncle own a beach house on Solaris Island. I'm staying there with Professor Sycamore and his lab staff for a vacation leave.
Jean Paul: So, you're an assistant to Professor Sycamore, are you? It's an honor to meet you, too. Would you like to spend some time together on Solaris Island? After you and your work friends get settled in at your aunt and uncle's beach house, that is?
Mairin could not believe what she was hearing from a guy as good-looking as Paulo.
Mairin: Are you asking me out on a date? Me, of all people?
Mairin was trying to push her bangs out of the way of her eyes like she was nervous.
Jean Paul: Actually, oui, I guess I am.
Mairin: Would I ever. Yes.
Mairin blushed when she accepted Paulo's date invitation.
Jean Paul: Also, would you like to sit with me in my row on the way to Solaris Island?
Mairin: I'd be more than happy to.
What Mairin did not see at all during her little conversation with Jean Paul was Alain getting more and more emotionally hurt by her being so unaware of how heartless she was being toward him for the first time in her life.
Alain's brain: I can't believe her, right now. She's being worse than Lysander ever was. I was better off feeling completely depressed about Team Flare. What is it with girls and pretty boys like this Jean Paul?
He noticed Mairin head to Jean Paul's row of seats with him like she had just made a new friend. He watched them chat up a storm. Although it was a row of seats for three people, the woman who was next to Jean Paul on the flight was taking up a lot of space. She was quite overweight from what Alain could tell.
Jean Paul: Excuse moi, madam. Would you mind going to another row of seats? My new friend and I would like to sit together.
Mairin: I know, why don't you go sit in my row of seats where I was before?
Alain's brain: Mairin, you didn't!
Portly woman: Alright, that'll be fine with me. I wouldn't wanna intrude on someone else's alone time together with the person they like.
The woman got up from her seat and let them go aside, heading over to Alain's row of seats.
Alain's brain: She did! How could you, Mairin? I'll be squashed.
Alain panicked and headed to the window seat. Big mistake. As the woman took her new seat next to Alain, things only got worse than they probably would have been if he would have stayed where he was.
To say that the woman who had sat right next to Paulo on the seaplane flight was quite overweight was such an understatement. She practically took up the whole row. She also smelled a bit like she was sweating the odor of broccoli and asparagus.
Alain's brain (continued): This is it. I'm gonna drown in this woman's sweat and flab.
The remainder of the flight was like paradise to Mairin. As for Alain, it was like a nightmare. Luckily for him, the flight did not last that much longer. Only about five more minutes.
As soon as the flight was over, Alain let forth a heavy breath of relief. Mairin and Jean Paul, on the other hand, were saddened by the fact that the flight ended as quickly as it did.
