A/N:When I have random thoughts, I write them down. The idea for this was one.
Disclaimer: Pokemon isn't mine.
I don't even know why I agreed to this. I decide I hate them all and make an attempt to get some sleep after I kick Gold and his cheeriness out of the house.
Crystal came up with the plan. I'm supposed to win her over and find something simple and overlooked to make her feel so guilty and cornered that she apologizes for everything she's done. Because, I, her "Knight of Righteousness" (as Gold called it), deemed it was necessary. No harm there. Gold and Ruby are going to help me with dialogue and whatnot. Silver, Red and Yellow are going to force situations for us to end up alone together ("to work on friendship," Gold stressed). I forget what everyone else is doing. The entire process is so irking I'd rather reverse engineer a dratini.
Damn.
I can't sleep with all this conspiracy!
I look up at my ceiling and I hear Gold's annoying voice in my head. "Step One: Reveal a deep secret to her." How would I even go about starting to talk about something like that? Should it even be real? I guess Ruby and the idiot are going to coach me there. They need to soon, Arceus knows Blue likes to drop in on the world unexpected.
I hear a click that could only be my window. It's become normal to hear it sliding open at two in the morning. I sit up and turn to the window to lay my eyes upon the one and only: Blue. The girl I'm supposed to be potentially in love with for maybe a month. I sigh at the thought and greet my intruder.
"What are you doing here, Blue?"
Her azure eyes look through the darkness into mine and I can see a smile forming on her face from the moon's lighting. "A visit of course!" I let out a noise that sounds like a cross between a sigh and a snarl. She jumps onto my bed, barely missing my limbs. "I came to give Arcy back," she reaches over to her belt and holds out the capsule containing my pokemon. I take it from her to see that he's been treated well, as expected of her though. She loved the thing so much it was bizarre at times.
"Don't call him Arcy." I say as I set him next to his companions on my nightstand.
"He likes his nickname," she says childishly. She smirks and crawls into the blankets. With me.
I look at her in disbelief. I'm surprised she still does things that surprise me. What a monster. A monster with mysteries at every turn. Sometimes I don't know if she's crazy or just trying to get under my skin. "What are you doing?"
She lays down next to me and puts her face into a pillow. "Too tired to go home," I barely hear.
"Then go to the guest room like you usually do!" I growl at her. Softly, of course. The pokemon need their sleep.
"Too tired." She says. I can almost see a smirk behind that one. She plans on having the satisfaction of kicking me out of the comfort of my own bed. She's done it before. Once. Using this same tactic. I guess I'm officially able to say I'm use to this. To an extent.
I hate her.
I'm not sure what to do. I watch her back rise and fall with uneven breaths and I hear the idiot's voice again. "We need you, Green!" I shake his voice out of my head. This would be an opportunity right? I think for a moment. A sappy kind of love-sick would be appropriate here, I determine. I wonder who...
Bill.
I feel an eyebrow twitch at his name. I feel disgusted thinking about him and my sister, but he's the only thing I have to go on right now, until they coach me on these things. What would Bill do? And then I think I have it.
"Blue..." I whisper. No reply. I expected as much. I lay down next to her and push her hair from her face. I don't know who she thinks she's fooling with the breathing pattern of an asthmatic man that just ran a marathon, but that makes victory a little more sweet. I push myself against her and whisper in her ear, "sweet dreams, pesky girl." Her breathing pauses for a few seconds, and then continues as awkwardly as it did earlier. I roll my eyes but I can't help but smile a little. Maybe revenge wasn't such a bad idea. I put an arm around her and pull her as close as physically possible. The breathing pause happens again and reconvenes again. I have to thank Bill later.
Well, maybe not. I still don't like him.
My eyes are feeling heavy now. I take one last look at Blue. "Such an annoying woman," I mutter before drifting off to sleep.
