Its a Saterdayyy~ Yeah sorry. My life is officially a mess. I'm just going to retract what I said about Thursday updates, because I really don't think I can stick with it. I'm going to spend the whole day writing so I can get a little bit ahead so I can at least update once a week, but we'll see what happens. Anyway sorry and enjoy le chapter.

Third Person POV

Knock, knock, knock.

"Mmnnhhh...Five more minutes mom," Lindy muttered as she pulled the warm blankets over her head.

Knock, knock, knock. "Lindy you up?"

"Mmmh..." Lindy grumbled hugging the pillow.

Mmh... this isn't my pillow, she thought as she opened her eyes a crack. Oh yeah, Pokémon Center.

Knock, knock, knock. "Lindy?"

"Huh? Brock?" she asked as she sat up and rubbed her eyes.

"Yeah it's me," he laughed through the door. "Come on Slowpoke."

"Yeah yeah..." Lindy yawned, as she threw the Pokémon Center's blankets off of her, getting up to open the door.

"Hi," she greeted blandly as she dulling looked at him.

"Hello. Sorry I thought you'd be awake by now," he said, trying to control his laughter, looking at the small girl still in her PJs and lavender hair sticking up in every direction.

"Nooope," she said stretching, running her fingers through her hair knowing that she probably had a serious case of be head. She made her way to her bag. "Mmh. Sorry. What time is it?"

"It's 7:50am," he said, leaning against the door frame. "I know it's earlier than I said I'd be here, but I figured we could grab breakfast."

"Alright, just let me get dressed," Lindy said as she opened her backpack to get a fresh change of clothes. "I'll just be a few minutes."

"Alright," he said. "I'll go to the lobby and get breakfast ready for the Pokémon."

"Great thanks," she said as she headed to the washroom for a quick shower.

"No problem," he said as he left, closing the door behind him.

"Sorry for the wait," Lindy said as she walked over to Brock, who was sitting organizing the bowls of Pokémon food.

"Wow that was fast," he commented. "Most girls take much longer."

"Yeah wellll, I don't do the whole beauty regime thing," she said, taking her pokéballs out of her bag. "Breakfast time guys."

"You too!" Brock said, throwing his pokéballs out.

Along with Lindy's Pokémon, Brock sent out an Onix and Geodude.

"Graaaww," "Geo," the giant Rock Snake and much smaller Rock Pokémon greeted.

"You remember Brock right guys? Well these are his Pokémon," Lindy told her Pokémon.

"And guys, these are Lindy's Pokémon," Brock told his. The two groups of Pokémon said greeted and introduced each other. "Well it seems like they get along."

"Yeah that's good," Lindy nodded. "Well dig in guys."

"Here you go Lindy," Brock said handing her a large container with a folded piece of paper on top. "Here's the sugar and the recipe. There's a measuring spoon in there, so you can always use the right amount."

"Oh, thanks," she said taking them. "You didn't have to do all of that though, Brock."

"It was no problem, really," he told her. "It's easy to make, so don't sweat it."

"Well, if you say so," she said with a laugh.

After their Pokémon had finished eating, Brock and Lindy left the Pokémon Center.

"So where are we going for breakfast?" Lindy asked the much taller boy.

"I know this great little restaurant that has the best breakfast menu you can find," Brock told her as he lead the way.

"Oh really?" she asked, curious as to what the restaurant would be like.

"Mhm," he nodded. "My mom and dad used to take us there sometimes for breakfast."

"They don't anymore?" she asked him.

"No we don't..." Brock said, the happiness from his voice draining. "My father left years ago to become a great Pokémon trainer and never returned. My mom couldn't take it after sometime, so she left to live with her mother."

"I'm sorry that you have such irresponsible parents. How could they just leave you and expect you to care of all your siblings?!" she growled.

"Ahahahahaha!" Brock busted out into hysterical laughter, gaining some attention from the other people walking on the sidewalk.

"W-what?" Lindy questioned, taking aback by his outburst.

"You're something else Lindy," Brock said whipping a tear from his eye and giving her a light slap on the back. "Most people break out the pity parties if I tell them, but not you hahaha."

"Because I don't want to pity people," she told him with a shrug. "To be pitied is to be degraded. To be compassionate and to sympathize with someone is different. But I can't sympathize with you because I don't have irresponsible parents."

"You have an interesting look on things, Lindy," Brock complemented.

"Haha, I blame gramps," she told him. "All the poetry and reading we'd do rubbed off on me."

"I didn't know Professor Oak liked poetry," Brock commented as they crossed a street.

"Haha, oh yeah. He loves to write Pokémon poetry," Lindy told him.

"I would of never guessed," he laughed.

"I know right? It shocks a lot of people," Lindy giggled.

"I bet," Brock laughed. "Oh we're here."

"Mmh?" Lindy looked ahead and saw an adorable white shop with blue shutters and flowers under the windows. She could just make out a deck in the back. "Is that it?"

"Yup," he said. As he opened the door a bell from the inside rung.

"Wow, it's so nice," Lindy said as she looked around. It had cream walls decorated with china displaces and paintings of flowers. She followed Brock to the podium. Next to it on the wall there was a chalk bored listing the daily specials.

"Table for two?" a waitress asked Brock.

"Yes please," Brock said politely.

"Right this way, she said, as she led them to a table by the window. "Here. A romantic table for couples, such as you."

"Oh no!" Brock said waving his hands.

"W-we're not a couple!" Lindy yelped, her facing burning.

"Oh! I'm terribly sorry!" the waitress apologized for making the situation awkward. "A booth instead?"

Brock and Lindy vigorously nodded their heads. "Alright," she said, leading them a booth against the way, across from the previous table.

"Here you are," she said then scurried away.

Oh no oh no oh no! This is bad! Lindy probably thinks this is a date now, oh man... Brock thought frantically as he stiffly got into the booth.

Lindy picked up the menu and look at the selection. Brock did the same, but in a more awkward manner.

"Hello my name is Rachel and I'll be your waitress for today," a different girl from before said."Can I get your drink orders first, meal second."

"Hi, I'll have chocolate milk and a bacon, cheese omelette." Lindy stated.

"I'll have coffee and a stack of blueberry pancakes," Brock practically yelled.

"Easy on the volume there Brock," Lindy winced.

"S-sorry!" he whispered. Crap crap crap. Why did I do that.

"Its fine," Lindy sighed. I wonder what got him so worked up...

"Alright, I'll be back with your drinks shortly.

Lindy's POV

Oh my frig... this is way too awkward. I thought with annoyance. I let out a long sigh.

"Brock." I said, getting his attention.

"Y-yes?!" he yelped.

"I'm going to go to the washroom," I said sliding out of the booth. "Um, try to settle down and forget what the waitress said okay? This whole breakfast thing is just awkward now..."

"Right, sorry," he said, seeming to get some sanity back. I spotted the restroom sign and headed that way.

"Table for two," a male voice said.

Mmh...

"We have one by the window, would you like that?" the waitress from before asked.

"Oh how romantic! Yes please!" an annoying female voice squealed.

"You have got to be shitting me..." I muttered, glancing to do the door and sure enough, there was Gary and Susie.

I let out a frustrated sigh, "I hate my life." I guess Gary must of heard me because he looked my way. He looked shocked to see me. For a moment, it looked like he was going to say something but stopped himself.

"Che," I scoffed and headed to the washroom.

Wooossshh, went the sound of the toilet, as the water was flushed away. I opened the door of the stall and went to the sink. It's always nice when there's a nice public washroom. I thought to myself as I rolled up my sleeves and turned on the taps.

As the washroom door opened, cheerful humming entered.

"Oh look."

I glanced over to see Susie there sneering. "Fantastic..." I growled.

"Oh I know I am," Susie boasted. "You on the other hand, are not."

"That's nice," I said turning off the taps.

"No, no its not," she huffed walking up to me and crossing her arms under her large bust. "There is nothing remotely nice about you. Your hair is a frizzy mess, your clothes are out of date and lack any touch of femininity. The least you could do is put on some make up to cover that horrendous face of yours. But I suppose if you did it, it would do more harm than good."

"Kay," I said simply, going to dry my hands. It was nothing I hadn't heard before.

"I don't even know what you're doing in a nice restaurant like this. They don't serve anything made with grease so you won't be able to add to you rolls," she snarled.

"Before you talk to me about rolls," I said, turning to her. "The only roles I have are from my over sized out of date clothes. Your rolls are from your three sizes to small push up bra. Nice back and pit fat by the way. It goes great with that fat ego of yours."

"What roles?!" Susie shrieked as she ran to the mirror. "Where?! Where?!"

"Don't hurt yourself. I know you're only used to looking for things in men's pants," I said was I exited. That felt great, hehe.

I walked back to the booth, I was almost happy enough to skip.

"Oh Lindy you're back, perfect timing too," Brock greeted. "Rachel's back to see if we want anything else."

"Oh, can I have some toast and a cut up apple with caramel sauce?" I asked her as I slide into the booth.

"Certainly," Rachel said as she wrote it down. "Would you like some more chocolate milk?"

"Oh yes please," I said handing her my glass.

"Alright, I'll be back shortly," she said, heading back to the kitchen.

"You took a while, are you alright?" Brock asked, all traces of his earlier stiffness gone.

"I'm great actually. I ran into someone I knew while I was in there, believe it or not," I said with a laugh.

"Oh really? Hey why don't you ask your friend if she wants to come to the museum too?" Brock suggested, causing me to burst out into uncontrollable laughter. "W-what? Lindy, your making people staaare."

"Ahahaha, I'm sorry," I said whipping my eye. "No, she is anything but my friend."

"Oh, sorry," Brock said. "Wait, then why are you so happy?"

"Because," I said grinning. "I gave her quiet the witty insult, if I do say so myself."

"Mmh..." Brock frowned a little. "I didn't take you for the type to pick a fight just because you dislike someone."

"I'm not," I stated, offended from his accusation. "She saw me and started the verbal assault."

"Oh, I'm sorry Lindy," he said. "I should of asked if that was the case."

"Eh, I'm used to it," I said, looking across to the table by the window.

"GAH!" I screeched, and began chocking air.

"What? What's wrong Lindy?" Brock asked as he rushed around to pat me on the back.

"G-g-g-..." I stammered.

"Ga? Ga what? Lindy what's wrong?" Brock asked, his brows furrowed together as he rubbed my back. "Just breathe. Take some deep breathes."

I took a big inhale, then exhaled a few times. "I'm fine, sit down," I said waving my hand to shoo him off.

He went back into the booth. "Now that you can talk, what was that about?"

"Lower your voice a bit just so other people can't here. Don't make it look to suspicious," I ordered him, in a low voice. "But it's the guy in the table we almost sat in."

Brock looked over at Gary. Gary sat there with a dull expression with his head turned towards the window, but his eyes discreetly looking over at us.

"Yeah? What about him?" Brock asked, quiet enough so he couldn't hear.

"That's Gary," I told him.

"Gary? Gary..." Brock said pondering over the name. "Oh you mean Professor Oak's grandson?"

"Yeah," I muttered.

"But I thought you two were friends? You said that you were always with him," Brock said.

"Yeah, we used to be friends," I said bitterly. "And speak of the devil."

Susie was strutting over to Gary. "Whoa!" Brock cooed, blushing.

"Calm down tiger," I said with a sigh. "She may be a looker, but she's a real witch."

"You mean she's the girl from the bathroom run in?" Brock said, disappointed.

"Yup, sorry to break it to ya," I said with a dry laugh.

"Aweeeh..." he sulked.

"Sorry for the wait," Rachel said as she came over with our orders. "Here's your fruit salad and orange juice refill, and your apple pieces with caramel sauce and chocolate milk."

"Thank you Rachel," I said, taking an apple slice.

"Oh yes, thank you," Brock said as he picked up his fork. "If you don't mind me asking, Lindy, why are they here?"

"Why are they here at this restaurant, I have no clue. Why are they here in Pewter, because Gary is a trainer like me. Pewter City is the first gym on the map when starting from pallet," I explained to him as I dipped my apple piece into the caramel.

"Oooh, I see," Brock nodded. "Well if that's the case, I'll be sure to give him all I've got in the match."

"You had better give me all you've got!" I said jokingly.

"Oh don't worry," he laughed. "I won't be holding back in our match. I'm just going to make Gary's extra hard."

"Ahaha, good. I want to see how the great Brock faces a challenger," I teased.

"But you will when you fight me, Lindy," he said, a little puzzled.

"I meaaan how you face a challenger you aren't friends with," I stated. "Not that you'll be holding back with me, right Brock?"

"Of course not," Brock laughed. "Friend or not, as a gym leader I have to take every challenge seriously."

"I'd expect nothing less," I said happily.

"How about we finish eating then head to the museum?" Brock suggested.

"Yeah, the sooner we finish, the sooner I can get away from those two," I said, eating more of my apple.

After some protesting, whining, and persuading I convinced Brock to let me pay for my half of the bill then we headed off to the museum.

"I don't know... How in the raging Dragonite I missed this giant place," I said, gawking at the giant building, causing Brock to laugh.

"Come on lets go," Brock said as he walked up the steps.

"Yeah," I said following him.

"Ah Brock you're finally here," a man in a lab coat said, walking up to us. "Huh? Who is this with you?"

"Ah, this is Lindy," Brock said gesturing to me. "She's going to challenge the gym after I'm done here. I suggested she come and look around. So what is it you called me for Luther?"

"Um well you see... " Luther said as he pulled Brock over and started whispering.

Derp... Third wheeling for the win...

"Alright, I see," Brock said. "Lindy I'm sorry, but I have to go talk with Luther in private, so..."

"I can't come I get it," I said in understanding.

"Sorry Lindy," Brock said with a frown.

"Hey its fine, duty calls right?" I joked.

"Yeah, thanks for understanding," Brock said happily. "You can look around though, just don't go past the red ropes. Those areas are off limits."

"Alright, but do you have security cameras here?" I asked turning to Luther.

"Yes we do young lady. That way if anyone tries to steal something we'll know," he said, directing that at me like I was a crook.

"Good, I'm probably going to get lost, so be sure to get me Brock," I said turning away from the whack job of a scientist.

"Ahaha, will do. I'll try to make this quick," he called, following Luther into a back room.

I took my bag off and grabbed my MP3. Can't hurt to listen to music in here, it's a museum. I popped my headphones in, put shuffle on and started looking around.

Okay seriously, I was watching episode 260 Hatch Me If You Can, and I started tearing up when Larvitar thought about how Ash tried so hard to keep him warm Q_Q Pokémon is even more emotional too me now that I'm older. Logic please? XD

Sorry again for le late update. I think I'm gonna go back and edit some things, give more detail for Brock.

Anyway, later.