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I talk to much, don't I?
Chapter #2- Heartbreak
"Welp," Brock said, rubbing his hands together and standing up, "I guess I'll just go wash these dishes, again," He sighed, looking up at Ash, Misty, and Kenny, hoping someone would offer to help him, or even do them for him. He seriously needed a break.
Poor Kenny thought it wouldn't hurt to help and grabbed a couple of dishes, but soon, Brock had decided to give him all of them while he proceeded to recline in his chair. "Thanks Kenny," Brock muttered his eyes closed and his hands resting behind his head, "I could always use a break."
Kenny gaped at him, utterly shocked and confused. "Wait a second, I thought you were going to help me!" All he got as a reply, were Brock's snores. He turned to Ash and Misty, a pleading look in his eyes, positive that they would at least help him.
Ash and Misty stood up, and for one hopeful moment, Kenny actually thought they were volunteering. Then, Ash laughed nervously and placed a hand behind his head.
"Well," Ash mumbled, as he took Misty's hand, "We would, but we were going to take around the lake and watch the sunset. Maybe next time." Kenny's face fell and Ash racked his brain for something to say to him. "I bet Dawn would help you, she doesn't seem too busy with anything." He suggested.
Kenny's face brightened slightly, "Yeah, I guess it wouldn't hurt to ask…" Ash patted him reassuringly on the shoulder.
"There you go! She's you're friend and I bet she'd be more than happy to help." He waved at him as he turned to go with Misty. "See you later! Tell Brock we'll be back by dinner."
Kenny watched them go and groaned, picking up the huge stack of dishes again. He decided to take Ash's advice and ask Dawn to help, so he veered off the path toward her tent.
He stood outside of it for a couple minutes like a moron, trying to figure out what to "knock" on. He didn't want to just barge in, but after deciding he had no other choice, he unzipped the door and stuck his head in.
"Hey Dawn, do you think you could-" His voice cut off as he noticed the muffled sobs coming from Dawn's sleeping bag. She was sitting on top of it, back to Kenny, crying her eyes out, and he had no idea why. He stood frozen in place, trying to decipher what to do.
Well, I'm no good with the whole girls and crying thing, he thought, pulling his head back. But, he paused, It's probably my fault that she's upset in the first place. Now, Kenny was thoroughly confused. What was he supposed to do?
…I'll probably wouldn't be any help anyway, He concluded, pulling his head fully out and shaking his hair out. He took one last look at Dawn before he zipped the tent flap shut and heading back to the lake. Kenny hesitated again, unsure about leaving her in there crying like that.
She's just nervous about our upcoming contest in Padrock Town, (Made up name :p) she'll be fine, and plus, he thought, walking briskly to the shore line, she'd probably just yell at me for trying to help.
His conscience was still bugging him so he decided that he would check in on her again once he was finished with the dishes.
While he scrubbed and scrubbed at the seemingly endless stack, he tried to think of anything except that cute, blue-haired coordinator from Twinleaf Town and the sight of her weeping in her tent.
It made his heartbreak whenever he got that image in his head and he kept wishing he hadn't been such a coward and at least tried to comfort her. Wrap his arms around her, whisper that everything was going to be alright while she cried into his shoulder. But, he had chickened out and, he began rubbing the dish he was on harder and harder that it broke in two in his hands, he hated himself for it.
Kenny groaned out of frustration and confusion as he threw the dish aside. He began asking himself why he had to feel this way about Dawn. Why couldn't he think of her again, as nothing more than a good friend and rival, everything would be way easier, maybe…
"Kenny! Where are the clean dishes?" Brock called from up the path. "I need to get started on dinner!" ( It takes Brock awhile to cook, okay?)
"Hold on, I got a few more to wash!" Kenny called back, calling out his Primplup to lend him a hand, fin, whatever it had, while, once again, questioning why he had even bothered to show up when Ash and Brock had called him; all they did was put him to work!
He finally got the dishes done, with Primplup's help, so he stacked them carefully and made his way back to camp.
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From up in the trees, high above Kenny, two people in uniform with a red "R" on the front and a talking Meowth watched as Primplup simultaneously rinsed five dishes with ease and the use of a powerful, yet controlled, hydro pump.
The Meowth was the first to speak, "Wow, that's some Primplup that runt has."
"It sure is," Said the only female in the group, her red/purple hair jetting out behind her in the shape of an upside down "J". "Let's grab it!"
"But Jess," Complained the other member of the group, a man with shoulder length lavender/blue hair and a whiney complexion, "Everytime we try to snatch, grab, or steal something those kids always stop us!"
"True," Jessie agreed, her expression falling, "Then what are we supposed to do? We need some valuable Pokemon for the boss or he'll kick us out of Team Rocket!"
"I thinks I've got an idea!" Meowth exclaimed, the familiar glint in his eyes, "That twerp with that Priplup seems to be very fond of something, and," he added, looking down at Kenny, pausing by Dawn's tent with his load of dishes, "I thinks he may even settle for a trade…"
He whispered his plan into the other two's ears and soon their faces lit up and they too and that look in their eyes.
"Brilliant!" Jessie exclaimed, clasping her hands together in glee.
"It's not like our usual selfs, but if it gets us that Primplup, I'm in!" James stated, unsure at first, but soon grew to be more confident of a personality make-over.
"Me too!"
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Once Kenny had arrived back at camp, and had given Brock the clean dishes, he collapsed on the forest floor, exhausted.
"Thanks, Kenny," Brock said, noting how tired he was. "It's always great to get some help around here. Believe it or not, Ash and Dawn are probably the two laziest people on this planet!"
Kenny looked up at him from the ground and smirked, "Knowing Dawn, I hear ya!" He and Brock began laughing, thinking of the two couch potatoes that they were stuck traveling with, well Brock anyway.
Kenny figured it probably would get pretty annoying having Dawn as a traveling companion who did no work, but since she never did any work, she couldn't mess anything up, and for that he would've been glad to have her company. See her everyday…
As Brock and Kenny continued laughing, a way less happy eleven year old was talking to the small penguin Pokemon sitting in her lap. Wiping her eyes, she asked it in a shaky voice, "Did Kenny come in here earlier, Piplup?"
"Piplup," The blue penguin, nodded looking solemnly down at the ground. She hated seeing her trainer so upset…
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A/N: I apologize for my little time sequences, I couldn't think of anything else. Suggestions are welcome too!
Anyway, I decided, though many of you suggested otherwise, to put the original Rocket members in here well, because I thought it would be kind of a good twist in the plot.
Let me kno if you want me to redo this chapter, I can replace them if you guys want me too.
Oh, and I apologize about this chapter, I didn't like it very much. To me, it was really crappy, but that's my opinion, review and tell me what you thought of it!
And, small note, I posted a poll on my profile and I need more people to answer it. Its just asking for your opinion, again, so no big deal. And it would mean a lot to me if you answered.
Thanks again for reading! Love Ya!
-Pikachu35