My Great Big Adventure

I love him. I really do love him.

It's a horrible gut-wrenching feeling, caring for someone so much. Especially when that person doesn't care for me at all. And it's so hard to run away from him, with these feelings I have, but… I have to. I'm hurting right now, but I would be hurting too if I had stayed. Part of me just wants to go back. But the smarter part knows this is best. Stupid brain.

Well, back to the story of how and why I spent a month here…

After leaving Hugh, I grimly decided that I would fly would to Pokestar Studios and lay low for a while. At least, as low as I could lie…?

Up in the sky, the wind was blowing my hair like crazy, so I reached up to push it back. And then I remembered there was supposed to be a Zorua on my head, last I checked.

I began to panic. The idea of losing a Pokemon (a Pokemon belonging to the legendary trainer N, at that!), even one as bothersome as Zorua, did not sit well with me. I flailed my arms about, feeling the top of my head. Tranquill thankfully ignored my bizarre behavior and kept to his route, merely giving me what looked like an 'are you insane' face, squawking scornfully.

After five minutes, I finally concluded that he was indeed NOT on my head. I looked around Tranquill's body, wondering if he had fallen off. Oh no, what if he fell off back at Rood's house? Had Hugh seen him?

…I don't think so. I'm sure he would have made some major point about it. He loves to rant about Team Plasma, and because he is basically a walking encyclopedia on them, he knows N had a Zorua. He'd definitely have made the connection if he had seen Zorua.

So where was the little guy?

Oh! Bianca tends to run into me often… Perhaps she was still in Drfitveil? I could call her and have her keep an eye out for Zorua. I reached into my bag and dug around for my xtransceiver…

Chomp.

OUCH! Something bit me!

I pulled my hand out… to find Zorua's teeth sunk into my skin!

"There you are, you brat of a Pokemon," I grumbled in pain, pulling him off me. But how did he get in my bag? I don't remember that. And when, exactly? I guess it must have been during my phone call with Curtis… Hugh obviously never saw Zorua, so it had to have been before that.

"Well, at least you're in my purse and not on my head," I muttered, not at all happy with having to carry around a hostile Pokemon.

Upon arriving at Pokestar Studios, a few people actually greeted me. As in, they knew my name. Not, "you're new here, right?" From what I can tell, Timegate Traveler did very well in theaters… gag.

Mr. Deeoh was surprised but nonetheless delighted to see me. It was the end of January, so I suppose he would have contacted me sooner or later anyway.

"Why, Rosa! What a pleasant surprise," he greeted, shaking my hand. Then with a wry grin he added, "And here I thought you didn't like us."

I stuttered, embarrassed that he actually caught on (and I had pegged him as a dunderhead). "Oh, well, I'm sort of… taking a break… from Pokemon training…"

"Ah yes," he agreed knowingly, "the journey can be tiring, or so I've heard. Well, this is a good coincidence!"

"How so?"

"Your co-star for February's shoot has asked to push up filming. She's on a tight schedule… running a gym and all. She'll be here tomorrow! Your script is all ready for you to look over in your dressing room!"

Does he mean my crap-hole corner?

…

Nope. He really meant Dressing Room. I was given my own dressing room! Timegate Traveler must have done REALLY well… The room wasn't as big as say, Nancy's, but I didn't really mind. Sure I planned on staying here for a while, but I didn't need it to be luxurious. There was a mirror desk area, a couch, and a wardrobe. There was also a small full-bath attached. Sweet. I could crash here for a bit while I avoided Hugh. Sure, I would have to sleep on the couch, but it was better than going back home.

The script was waiting on my new desk. Mystery Doors of the Magical Land. The plot was slightly better than my previous films; a princess battles an evil witch, something people might actually consider watching. I wondered who my new co-star would be… possibly Elesa? She is a model after all, and a gym leader. And very, very pretty.

It was pretty late, possibly midnight, so I decided to start practicing lines the next day. I was really tired; it had been a long day. Zorua popped his head out of my bag as I was brushing my teeth. Sensing the coast was clear, he jumped on the couch and curled up on one of the armrests. Despite all the commotion in the studio lobby, he had remained hidden, so I suspect he doesn't like dealing with people much. And after being around Team Plasma, I can understand why.

"Hmmm, maybe you're not such a brat, huh?" I asked him, pulling some spare pjs out of the closet (it was pretty cool that they provided me with extra clothes in case filming ran long). Zorua either ignored me or continued sleeping, it was hard to tell. "Maybe you're just cautious." I made myself comfortable on the couch, making sure not to bump Zorua with my head as I stretched out.

"Though I don't blame you," I added, thinking about Hugh. "It's hard to trust someone when they continuously let you down." I wasn't sure why I was talking aloud; Zorua probably wasn't listening anyway, for whatever reason.

I yawned and bid Zorua goodnight, hoping for a long uninterrupted sleep.

Of course, I don't tend to get what I want, do I?

I was rudely awakened from my slumber around five in the morning. FIVE FRIGGIN A.M.! Director Sydney wanted me up early to rehearse. Apparently my gym leader co-star was to arrive the next day and we needed to start filming as possible to fit her rigorous schedule.

Not that I really cared (since I was taking a break from training anyway), but it would have been nice if they had asked me about my schedule…

So I spend the entire day learning lines and blocking, practicing with a stand-in. And though the plot is better, the lines are still awful. Maybe small children would enjoy this movie… if they're deaf.

I found out in the afternoon who my co-star was. Not Elesa, as I had suspected, but a gym leader from Kanto. Sabrina.

I had never heard of her before. Actually I don't know much about Kanto in general, aside from Team Rocket's attempts at taking over, which I only know because Hugh, being the obsessed one on Team Plasma that he is, was researching other evil organizations and comparing them.

Well, apparently in Kanto, the style is very, very late.

Sabrina never showed up. Eventually Mr. Deeoh received a call from her, saying she wouldn't be able to make it for another week or so. She claimed to have had a long line of trainers waiting to battle…

I think maybe she just knew how stupid the script was.

Mr. Deeoh said I was free to go for now, and that he would call when Sabrina became available again. I didn't have any plans on what to do. I had an idea of sleeping the entire week until she got here, or maybe, just for the heck of it, going to the theater and watching as many of these nonsense films as possible. Anything to get my mind off Hugh.

However, I didn't need to worry about how I would be spending my time.

Nancy, sweet girl she is, coerced me into hosting a talk show. She had accidentally booked two gigs at once, and she really wanted to host the Pokemon Musical Awards instead. I reluctantly agreed, only because it would give me something to do.

I hadn't known then that I would be forced to work with the most charming, melodious, beautiful person ever. NOT. More like a vapid blob of tween fantasies.

Christoph.