Sorry, I know it has been a while, but I had several mid-terms… and college isn't all that easy. Oh well, no use complaining to you guys. So let's start from where we left off… oh, and I loved the reviews.


"Paul?" I questioned. He still ignored me. This was actually starting to remind me of a few days ok. "Paul, look I am sorry,?" I said/asked. I really didn't know. What did he want? Did he want an apology? Or did he just want to get me really lost in these woods and dump me? I shivered at the thought of spending the night out here alone, without even a sleeping bag. Paul's sigh broke my concentration. I watched as yet another Wingull was released from Paul's pokéball. "Was that one too weak too?" I questioned.

"Yeah," Paul answered. I watched him out of the corner of my eye for a second, wondering if he realized he talked to me. "Maybe we should keep walking to the next town and come back," Paul said. I groaned. It took long enough to get here in my opinion.

"Are you sure?" I asked. Paul nodded. I picked up a leaf of grass and began to shred it. I looked up at Paul who was now standing behind me. "I just don't think backtracking will be fun," I admitted. I tried not to frown. Paul nodded.

"It won't, it is clearly a waste of time. Problem is Reggie is on vacation so I couldn't get my other pokémon if I wanted too, and Norman's gym won't be easy enough just to use the pokémon straight from the wild," he explained.

"Hey look at that!" I exclaimed. I then began to run towards the bush. I looked back at Paul who was staring at me like I was the idiot. "You didn't see it? It was so cute, and it was running weird. I wonder if it was hurt?" I questioned. I then began to pull back weeds.

"What color was it?" Paul asked. His voice sounded slightly flustered. I looked back and sure enough he was still staring at me.

"It was grey and black," I answered. I then thought harder. "It kind of looked like I little dog," I elaborated. I still sub-consciously continued to pull at the twigs until I heard faint growling. "There it is, poor thing, it is probably hurt," I said while reaching toward it.

"You idiot, don't –" Paul started.

"Wwwaaaahhhhhh!" I screamed. I pulled my hand back and watched as some Wingull flew off.

"Idiot," Paul scolded. I held my hand tenderly and tried to hold back the tears. I am sure crying would be idiotic too. Unfortunately it wasn't working. I looked at Paul who sighed and began to pull stuff out of his bag. "Let me see it," Paul said. I gently pushed my injured hand towards him and he took my hand in both of his. I blushed slightly, his hands were so rough, however I wouldn't say they were calloused, just not smooth. I watched as he sprayed some sort of antiseptic on my hand.

"Why do you think it did that?" I asked. Paul rolled his eyes and began to bandage the three bite wounds visible on my hand. I flinched at the pressure but smiled through it. Surely it was the best I could do since he was actually bothering to help me this time.

"It did it because it was scared and you were ruining its hiding place," Paul answered. I opened my mouth to say something but he cut me off. "Next time you want to capture something you should know what it is first. That thing wasn't even injured," he replied harshly. After he tied the last piece of my bandage, which was done perfectly, I retrieve the pokédex from my pocket.

"Here it is," I whispered. I then pressed the button to hear the description.

"Poochyena, a pokémon with a persistent nature, it chases its chosen prey until the prey becomes exhausted." The female voice informed. I sighed and looked up at Paul.

"That still doesn't explain what happened, it was hurt… it was running sideways," I reiterated. Paul slapped his forehead with his hand. "Well excuse me for not knowing everything, would you like to shed some light on things?" I questioned.

"It is a common fact that Poochyena are aggressive… you don't just reach out and touch them. Even if it was hurt, it isn't our problem," Paul growled.

"Not again, well just like last time, I am helping it, doesn't matter if you like it or not," I growled. I then walked over to the bush and began to pry again. This time I had a pokéball ready, I knew he was hurt, so he couldn't get out of my great ball. I pushed back one last twig before I could see his eyes staring up at me. I then quickly threw the pokéball at it, but to my surprised it dodged. I say Paul pick up his pokédex and a male's voice began to speak.

"Tackle, howl, bite, and dark pulse," the man informed. Just as I picked up my pokéball and turned around my mouth fell open. I saw the red light and it disappeared.

"What did you just do!" I screeched. Paul just shrugged as he picked up his pokéball and pocketed it.

"You missed," he simply stated. I closed my mouth and my teeth began to grind together, I couldn't believe this.

"Give it back," I replied. I then stepped in front of him blocking his paths.

"No," he stated as he walked around me. I was so mad! I didn't want to use force just yet, maybe I should just tell him nicely, ever one has a rational side. Right?

"Paul, I really want that pokémon. I am the one who found it, and I even got bit trying to catch it, would you please give it back?" I asked in the nicest voice I could muster.

"No," he stated once more. Then time I saw a smirk creep onto his face. The same smirk as the first one when he had taken my clothes. Was this a game? Did he just like bothering me by taking my stuff? I wondered. I then grabbed his shirt forcing him to turn and look at me. He then raised an eyebrow as I shoved my hand into his face.

"It bit me," I pleaded. He just scoffed and turned back the opposite way. That was the last straw; I was not going to take this. I then dropped my hand and jumped on his back clawing at his shirt. As we fell to the ground, I could hear him grunting as he tried to grab my hands, I could care less, I was just trying my hardest to break some part of his skin. There was no way he was going to get away with a pokémon I got hurt for unscathed. Both of us stopped immediately as we heard a whistle.

"You guys just can't keep your hands off of each other, I am so sorry to ruin your rendezvous in the grass," Drew teased. May stood a few feet behind him giggling.

"It isn't how it looks," I stared. I then quickly jumped off of Paul and waved my hands in front of myself. May just laughed harder. I looked over at Paul who was now standing. There was a small scratch over his eyebrow and little drop of blood was running down the side of his face. I smiled once again, I felt so much better now.


Okay, so this was my next chapter… darn, I didn't even get to make it to the flower shop lol. Oh well, we will get there next time. Sorry this took so long, review and take my poll, it's new- ish.