ML54: Hey guys, well it's that time of year again and I thought that I'd get this fic done for Christmas, with the final chap released on Christmas.
Pikachu: Right, so about two more chapters.
Snivy: Well, it's one more fic he's got done.
ML54: Disclaimer please Mew.
Mew: ML54 doesn't own Pokemon or the song Troublemaker by Olly Murs ft. Flo Rider.
Troublemaker
Oshawott sighed sadly, walking out of yet another store. Still nothing for Snivy that'd seem good enough.
The water type has been in this mall for hours and the whole of yesterday! Yet everything he seemed to find that Snivy might like didn't seem to be a grand enough gesture. He wanted to find something that expresses his feelings for her, but yet...
...plus all the fans dropping in and asking for autographs wasn't helping his concentration any. There have been about fifty Pokemon that had recognised him and asked for his autograph. And fourteen of them had been girls and had given him there numbers too. He even got this one GUY'S number. Creepy.
He had decided to get rid of them, sure it seemed rude, but didn't want to risk Snivy seeing them and thinking he was a player. He just wanted a good girlfriend who understood him. And Snivy was that girl.
While thinking he didn't realise he was heading straight into someone until it was too late and they both landed on the floor. "Oh Arceus I'm sorry!" The other Pokemon, a Charmander, apologised immediately. "I guess I was lost in thought."
"That's a coincidence, so was I." Oshawott replied, accepting the Chamander's outstretched paw thankfully, as he helped Oshawott up. "We were just an accident waiting to happen, weren't we?"
"Yeah...Oshy? That you?" Oshawott's eyes widened as he recognised the lizard like pokemon in front of him.
"Pyro? I didn't know you were in Sinnoh." He chuckled, rubbing the back of his head.
"And I didn't know you were here either. Small world, huh?" Pyro replied, shaking paws with his old friend. "So what you been thinking about?"
"Well...I'm trying to find a gift for this girl I like...But it can't be something simple and she's not the dressy kind of girl either. Not much into jewellery." Pyro whistled.
"Wow. Exactly the kind of girl you've been looking for then?"
"Exactly. I sort of gave up trying to find her at one point, but then she just sort of...appeared." Pyro nodded, looking towards the stage that was being set up.
"Hey dude, why not write her a song?" This perked Oshy's interest, motioning for Pyro to elaborate. "Well you said she didn't really like material possessions, so why not try and give her something that comes from your heart. And know that you love to sing. It's like putting your two loves together."
"That's brilliant!" The water type exclaimed, not caring who else heard. "I could SO do that. Thank you man! Can I do anything to make it up to you?" Pyro glanced at the stage again and nodded.
"Actually you can. I'm set to go on that stage, so you want to preform our song?" Oshy nodded.
"I could do that. I love that song!"
Snivy, at this point, could be wandering around in the Distortion World and still be having more fun than she is now!
Tranquil had suggested that, since Snivy and Emolga hadn't gotten their presents for their secret Santas yet, that they should come back here today and maybe help each other out.
Right now Emolga was trying to find something for someone, taking a key interest in what was what. Snivy was slightly curious as to who she was buying for, but didn't question it, much more content with just silently glancing at the shelves.
But there was really nothing that she could really get Oshawott. It was stupid really. He'd like any amusing novelty...like that dancing Delibird, or that joke book. But no, it didn't seem like it should go to someone who she cares about dearly. It would seem like she were buying for an uncle that lives in another region.
Emolga tapped her shoulder and she turned to face the flying-squirrel. "You finished?" She asked, in a scarily friendly tone. Snivy doesn't seem to get what's happened to her. The last time the pair had seen each other, they were still very much enemies.
"I guess. Nothing good here anyway." She casually responded, walking with her out of the store. It seemed a bit pointless really. It's not like one gift will magically make Oshawott love her or something.
"So, found anything for Oshawott yet?" Snivy glanced to Emolga in shock.
"What?! How do you know I got Oshawott?!" The eletric-flying type smirked back.
"Well, you never really care this much about what to get everyone for the holidays. I remember during the Christmas our trainers were alive and you gave everyone an apple..."
"I didn't hear you complaining much." Snivy retorted, remembering how quickly the apple had disappeared from Emolga's paws once it was handed over.
Emolga continued regardless. "...but you got Oshawott a Mystic Water. Those things were hard to come by and were only available as prizes from game corners."
"...what's your point?"
"The point is that you're in love with Oshawott and there's no denying it." She finished, confidently. "But if you need more proof, there were plenty of incidents that I can remember that can and will strengthen my argument. Take the glaring I got when I got him to get me apples."
"You were messing with my team mate!"
"You didn't seem to care when I got Pikachu or Tepig to do so. Of course, you were talking to Oshawott and seemed to be oblivious to the rest of the world."
Snivy let out a depressed sigh. "Okay you got me. So what? Gonna rub it in my face that he loves you and will never, ever be attracted to boring, ugly old me?" Emolga's eyes softened a bit.
"Hey, why would I do that? Besides, that's not even true. We discussed that, like, five or six years ago. We are to remain friends and that's that." Snivy was in shock at that stage.
"W-what? You gave him up? Why?" Emolga smiled to her, knowingly.
"He never actually loved me Snivy. Oshawott's a very...aloof character. Even he sometimes doesn't know what goes on in his head. But he was only doing all that stuff for me and everything to try and get someone's attention. Yours."
"What?" Snivy replied, still in shock. He was trying to get her attention? How? "How would that get MY attention?"
"You got jealous." Those three words was an impact on Snivy almost as much as Mewtwo was on Team Rocket. "He unknowingly, wanted to get you jealous so you'd pay more attention to him."
"S-so. Let me get this straight." Snivy said. "You're saying that Oshawott had wanted me, not you?"
"Yup." Before Snivy could say another word, Emolga grabbed her arm and pulled her towards the food court. "Now come on! Pyro's preforming here!"
"Who's Pyro?" Snivy asked, confused. Emolga shook her head.
"He's a singer like Oshawott. In fact, I think that he was one of Oshawott's childhood friends."
"Alright everyone! We'll be kicking off your entertainment with a very special performance!" A Mr. Mime had called into a microphone to the cheering audience in the mall. Of course, it was quite civilised as most people had finished there Christmas shopping and are at home, making preparations.
"Well, as you know Pyro has a performance for you. But as an added treat, he's brought a friend to sing with him, so please put your hands together for Pyro and Oshy Wott!" Snivy and Emolga shared a shocked look as the music played and the otter they both knew so well stepped out with the Chamander that Emolga recognised.
Pyro singing
Oshy Singing
"You're a troublemaker...
You're a troublemaker...
You ain't nothing but a troublemaker girl
You had me hooked again, from the minute you sat down
The way you bite your lip, got my head spinning around
After a drink or two, I was putty in your hands
I don't know if I have the strength to staaand!"
"No offence, but I think this song might suit you." Snivy commented to Emolga, taking notice of the lyrics. She giggled in response.
"Noted."
"Oh oh oh...
Trouble troublemaker, yeah that's your middle name
oh oh oh
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know!
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
oh oh oh...
My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!"
"Seems Oshawott's doing most of the singing." Snivy let out, looking to the stage and catching Oshawott's eye. He smiled brightly to her and Emolga, waving to the pair as he started the next line. The audience, however, didn't know this and thought it was a new dance move, so they joined in.
"It's like you're always there in the corners of my mind
I see a silhouette every time I close my eyes
There must be poison in those finger tips of yours
Cause I keep coming back again for mooore!"
Snivy and Emolga, looking around them to the food court filled with waving people, shrugged and started to as well. Oshawott, without even realising it, seem to have created a new dance craze.
"Oh oh oh...
Trouble troublemaker, yeah that's your middle name
oh oh oh
I know you're no good but you're stuck in my brain
And I wanna know!
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
oh oh oh...
My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
oh oh oh...
My mind keeps saying run as fast as you can
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!"
"Here's where you'll see Pyro sing. Trust me, he's good." Snivy nodded, turning back to the stage still watching Oshawott and giggling at the confused expression on his face as he scanned the waving dancers.
"Maybe I'm insane
Cause I keep doing the same damn thing
Thinking one day we gonna change
But you know just how to work that back
And make me forget my name
What the hell you do I won't remember
I'll be gone until November
And you'll show up again next summer, yeah!
Typical middle name is Prada
Fit you like a glove girl
I'm sick of the drama
You're a troublemaker
But damn girl it's like I love the trouble
And I can't even explain why!"
Oshawott, seeing it's his que, stopped looking at the crowd and got back to his microphone.
"Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
Oh oh oh...
My mind keeps saying
Run as fast as you can
Troublemaker
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
Oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!
Why does it feel so good but hurt so bad
Oh oh oh...
My mind keeps saying
Run as fast as you can
Troublemaker
I say I'm done but then you pull me back
Oh oh oh...
I swear you're giving me a heart attack
Troublemaker!"
With that, the music stopped, and the duo moved backstage. "We nailed it!" Pyro exclaimed, happily fist-bumping the otter. "And you even created a new dance move!"
"People thought I was...well that explains it. I was just waving to my friends." Pyro couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Wow! People might be doing that for months! And it was all a misunderstanding!"
"Oh well. I gotta get home. I've got a song to write!" Oshawott was about to leave when Pyro slapped a card in his paw.
"Before you leave, that's the number of the agent that represents me. If you're interested in getting back into the business, give him a call. My number's the same as it's always been." Oshawott nodded, pocketing this card.
"I'll think about it." Then he dashed off, finally having an idea of how to convey his feelings for the snake.
ML54: I love that song! It has become my second favourite song out of the entire Olly Murs base.
Celebi: What's the first?
ML54: You'll see. Please review, but don't flame me. I'm trying to get this done for you.