"Hey Feraligatr! Wake up!" I groaned as I refused to move from my bed. When I meant I wanted to get some rest, I meant it! As much as I love my master, I want to sleep thank you very much! I curled and rolled away, turning my back towards my red-haired master. I heard him sigh in irritation. "You're supposed to be watching Cyndaquil, NOT sleeping!"

I growled in irritation. Well pardon me for sleeping when I had a rough day watching the kid, dumbass. I heard my master return the growl of irritation.

"Awww, what's the matter?" I heard Silver's girlfriend pop her head into the room. I could imagine this chibi-ish expression on her face as she wondered why my master was irritated. At the moment, I couldn't really care less that Silver was pissed. I just wanted my rest and that's final!

"Feraligatr won't get up! He refuses to get up even though I try to!" I can feel Silver's face slowly turning the same color as his hair. There was this blank silence I could not describe. My intuition told me it was. . . fluffy?

"Is that it? That's not how you wake him up!" Lyra smile-scoffed at him. I heard him shift his weight and knowing him by now, he crossed his arms and raised one of his eyebrows.

"How do you wake him up then?" I felt this dark aura emanating all around the room. Not as in evil evil, but like a mischievous evil. Then I heard this honey laced voice.

"Feraligatr~! Get up~! We have your favorite dry poffins~!"

My eyes shot open and ran out the door before they could understand what just happened. I may be tired as hell, but I ain't passing up an opportunity like this!

-Next Morning, Silver's P.O.V.-

Day 26: 7 A.M.

I woke up feeling groggy. I stretched out and sat up. The not-so-strong light shining through my window felt good against my almost naked body. What can I say? Sleeping with only boxers on was comfortable! I got out of bed and put my pants on before anyone sees me like this, especially Lyra's mother. I threw on a black shirt and my usual jacket, and walked to the bathroom to brush teeth. I yawned and squeezed the toothpaste on my tooth brush and began brushing my teeth. I almost failed to notice the note that Lyra left on the dry soap bar. I raised my eyebrow, 'the soap bar of all places?' The letter was addressed to me, so I picked it up and began to read it, occasionally moving the toothbrush around in my mouth.

Dear Silver,

I had to take a late notice trip to Victory Road to help Lance with a girl problem he was having. No I don't mean a girlfriend, I mean his cousin Claire. She's PMS-ing and needed me there for about a day or two to help him or give him advice on how to deal with her bitching. I took Typhlosion and Feraligatr with me because I feel like I'm going to need some heavy duty equipment for this problem. . . If anything happens, you can always ask Ethan for help! It's about time you two started getting along! Mom. . . umm. . . yeah. . . Just don't piss her off. Just be a good house guest and nothing should go wrong! I left my other Pokémon there except Staraptor of course. You can ask them for help with whatever. Have a good day or two!

Love,

Lyra

P.S.: LEAVE MY UNDERWEAR ALONE DAMN IT! THE MAJORITY OF THEM ARE MISSING!

I couldn't help but crack a grin at that last one. I folded the note and stuffed it in my pocket. Sorry Lyra, I can't assure you that. After I rinsed my mouth, I left for the kitchen. As I reached to the bottom of the stairs, I found Lyra's Dragonite eating some random poffins in a bag. Lyra must have a lot left over for her pokemon, because that bag was still pretty full. He turned to look at me then turned away, watching that drama with Bonsly and Togepi. . . Or was it Bonsly and Pikachu. . .? Whatever the hell it is, I don't care. Don't think I ever will either. I walked into the kitchen to make something to eat. I went to the fridge and stuck my head in to find some eggs. After closing the fridge, I opened up the freezer so I could defrost the bacon. That bacon was so solid that I could use it as some deadly weapon if anyone ever tried breaking into the house. I turned on the facet and put the bacon in a metal bowl and let the warm water fill up 2/3rds of the bowl. I went to the pantry and grabbed a bag of chips as a snack as the bacon defrosted. I went to the living room to sit down and made myself home on the couch. I attempted to ignore the sounds coming from the TV, but alas, I couldn't help myself. Soon I found myself indulging into the chips and episode.

-15 minutes later-

I got up from the couch. As much as I hate to admit it, that drama was pretty good. . . The bag of chips was empty and I quickly disposed of the tissues I blew my nose into. I made Dragonite sure that he wouldn't tell Lyra about me getting emotional over the drama, or even watching the drama period. I went back into the kitchen to check up on the bacon only to scream, "OH MY GOD!"

Cyndaquil was attempting to grab this Butterfree that somehow flew in through an open window. Doesn't sound as scary right? One, it's a kitchen, two, he was running all over the counter! His squeaks of joy and frustration of attempting to catch that bothersome insect didn't help me to relax. I chased all over for him, "CYNDAQUIL! YOU COME BACK HERE! GET DOWN FROM THERE, IT'S DANGEROUS!"

I guess my yelling attracted Dragonite as she. . . or he busted through the living room entrance with its wings spread out like the badass he is. His fists were balled up as he exhaled with this defensive expression on his face. As if on cue, Butterfree flew past Dragonite quickly and into the living room. Cyndaquil attempted to jump after it but smacked straight into Dragonite's belly. I quickly slammed my foot into the ground hoping to stop before I smashed into Dragonite's belly and squashing Cyndaquil in the process, but I forgot: I had no shoes on. It was just my socks and I slipped and went sliding into the dragon's legs. He was knocked off his balance from my speed and we went sliding into the living room. We all crashed into the couch into a dizzy fit. Dragonite's arms were sprawled all over the floor, Cyndaquil was slightly dizzy on his stomach (thank God he was safe), and my back was on his. . . butt area? I wouldn't say what was on my mind. It's a little too rated to say where it would be, but my legs were up in the air as if I was doing a bicycle move in the air. I regained enough conscious to hear something flapping away and Cyndaquil squeak, jump, and run after it. 'What the hell have I gotten myself into. . .'

Dragonite shoved me off and gave me this dirty look. I got up and brushed myself off, returning that dirty look as well, "Shut up. Not like you weren't engrossed into the episode just as much as me to notice." We heard a crash upstairs and whipped our heads in that direction. Both of us ran at the same speed trying to go up the narrow stairs at the same time. Dumb Pokémon shoved me away with his muscled arm like nothing and I went crashing down to the bottom of the stairs. I glared at him as I got up and ran up the stairs. I don't care if it's a he or she! I'll just call it a he and HE is pissing me off! We searched every room until we found the baby jumping all over Lyra's mother's room. My face drained of color. 'No way in shit I'm going to walk in there!'

Dragonite gave me this annoying smirk and jumped into the room. I growled and crossed my arms stiffly, leaning against the door as I watched the beer-belly(1) Pokémon run after Cyndaquil. After jumping all over the bed and making a mess of Lyra's mother's items on her shelf, Dragonite seemed to gain this bright idea. He stretched out his wings again and attempted to snatch the Butterfree by hand instead. I gave this hysterical look as Dragonite was destroying the room. 'I'm gonna die. . .'

Lyra's mother was gonna kill me! Not Dragonite! Me! She was going to assume I went and destroyed her room out of spite and Dragonite wouldn't admit it was him who actually demolished the floral-themed room.

Butterfree flew out of the room in a state of panic from the extremely large Pokémon. Cyndaquil ran off to chase after it. Dragonite attempted to run out but I stopped him at the door with my hands.

"You aren't leaving this room until you fix it up!" Dragonite growled and gave me this warning look. I sneered, "Do you want Lyra's mother kicking the both of us out? Then I suggest you take care of this room while I attempt to get either one!"

Seeing the logic in my sentence, he grumbled and left to the janitorial-based closet to put on an apron and clean up the room. I had this satisfied smile on my face as I ran back down the stairs to chase after Cyndaquil.

At the bottom of the stairs once again, but I realized that Cyndaquil was not in the living room at all. . . He went outside. . . I could only freeze in dread as the wind blew the opened door slowly and steadily like something straight out of a horror film. . .

(1): Beer-belly: I wasn't sure if I said this before, but it was this incident during class that someone said that Dragonite has a beer-belly. Credit for the thought goes to him.

FINALLY DONE! More like finally started and finally done. I know this took hell of a while to start and finish. Frankly I started and finished today. School and personal problems have been a pretty big issue with me. So I had no passion or inspiration to continue completing this story. On the bright side [I guess], I've found my inspiration to write again. I completely forgot almost everything in this story and what I had in mind for the ending. But I'm just gonna go with the flow for this story until I remember or come up with something new.

NEWS: Today and tomorrow are finals for me! Wish me luck! :D I might do another chapter today if I feel like it. . . or not. . . I might review for math instead. T_T;;; Well, in any case, since I can't work on the story tomorrow [I know that much for sure], I will most likely work on the story during the break. :D I don't know if I'll complete it but I'm hoping I will. In the meantime, enjoy the chapter!