After years of laziness I present you...chapter four! Sorry for the late update.
May's little brother is actually MY little brother in RL. i didn't think this throughly enough cuz I knew Dawn had no siblings but I still would've used her anyways XD BTW I'm not Japanese I'm Vietnamese...you'll see why that's important to not misunderstand...
Due to the weather, the sun didn't come up as often as spring or summer anymore. Though I still found every morning to be way too bright even though outside my window always looked gray and gloomy looking when it was cold. I rose my head up greeting the cloudy morning with a groan.
"Dawn!" A child-like voice called.
A shiver shook my body as the cold feeling of my sheets being separated away from me flooded through.
"What..." I groaned looking at the person who took my blankies away.
Of course, May's little brother. We usually had sleepovers at my house every night and Max came. When weekands came, there was the warm hearted Max to make my morning cold.
"Your mom found a Milotic Dance event in the news paper! The Milotic dancers are performing today!" Max shouted excitedly, "Its going to be held in Sandgem town!"
I snatched back my blankets and ducked my head down back to bed. No, I thought. I'm too lazy to.
"Come on it'll be fun!" A cheery voice chirped in.
I turned my head towards the door. There was May, already dressed up in casual wear, along with Misty wearing what I believe the most inappropriate clothing for the weather she had to face if she went (which by the way were shorty shorts with her usual sleeveless top without the suspenders). Sigh. If May and Misty are going then I gotta go too, I mentally grumbled.
It took me a while to agree on whether I'd go or not. Yea that was me, the lazy ass Coordinator. It was that one part of me most people didn't know.
"Fine."
I "rolled" out of the bed and threw on clothes that were less appealing then my traveling attire. Mother wasn't very happy with it but she let me have it on. She always compalined about this outfit because its all wrinkled up.
I wore a blue shirt with white long sleeves underneath it with words. It came along with plain jeans and black boots. I guess it was the shirt that had the flaws in her eyes but she should be glad I would never go anywhere near this outfit under a thousand miles away when it came to a contest.
"Come on kids!" Mom called in Japanese. (We use half our native language and English)
Everyone jumped in the car all jumpy and excited about seeing the Milotic dance. Sure, I guess it'd be pretty interesting. But I guess being a Pokemon Coordinator through school made me lose some outside-of-training interests. I still do like Milotic dances (I prefer the Charizard ones though.)
Jeez, time pasts by so fast, I thought as the car stopped in Sandgem. Seriously I was in the middle of my day dreams! Especially at my grand festival moments.
For a small town, it crowded with people. Everyone was smiling and talking. A few little trainers were wearing cheongsam, how cute!
Festival music boomed out loudly, laughs out-sounded the music, and there were festival games with lines of people who went back and forth.
"Wow!" Max exclaimed running to the bouncy house, even though he's younger than us he's still to old to play in those I mean, the boy's in sixth grade for crying out loud!
May giggled, "Come on Dawn!" she pulled me by the arm walking towards the place with the most light. It was hella cold.
"Brr..." I shivered.
"How in shit are you cold?" Misty blurted out.
"Just because the sun is starting to come up doesn't mean the wind will stop blowing anytime soon" I retorted back jokingly.
All we actually did for most of the day was walk and talk. Mom complained about me just walking. It's not my fault for not showing as much interest, and this is me faking it so what I actually felt about coming here was a tad bit worse. Meh, moms.
It took a long time for the Milotic dance to come on. It was worth the waiting though. Max recorded it.
The rest of the day I had occupied myself and my friends by talking to them. We laughed, joked and played with our Pokemon. It kept me busy but whatever I did was a disguise for Max and my mom. (I can't date, Max is a kiss up to my mom and if they found out I liked someone I will never hear the end of it)
There was always that one and only thing on my mind that didn't leave. Yes indeed, its true. I didn't fall hard but I fell fast.
Paul.
His name echoed in my head.
Shinji.
Thats his last name. How I knew it is I'm not sure. It's quite strange though.
"He can never like me back." I laughed bitterly.
Misty turned and faced me, "Your still on that, huh?"
"More or less." I said, "Its so pitiful, how I barely know him. Yet, I like him."
Misty frowned at me saying nothing.
Everything pessimistic, negative and bad ran through my thoughts. I'm so glad that these thoughts could'nt be leaked out. Except to May and Misty of course.
"I'm so stupid. if Paul found out that candy gram was from me he'd laugh."
May placed a hand on my shoulder, "That's if he finds out Dawnie."
"But I want my feelings to come out some time. To see how he also feels." I looked down.
"True." Misty said, "But the worst thing that can happen is that he doesn't like you back, and the Dawn I know is way to strong to be broken by some boy."
I laughed a bit, "You know," my toned deepend, "for a guy I barely know he sure does know how to be such a burden to my heart."
"Every girl feels that feeling" May said, "everyone does something they feel stupid about but in the end, its not a big deal anymore"
I nooded in understanding.
The rest of the day was pretty fun. The forced laughter didn't need much effort since I enjoyed a few things that were quite entertaining a lughable anyways. I remember being in a Pokemon farm land where this Milktank freaked me out and I admitted I was scared. A boy called me a scardy-Meowth and I admit, I was pretty insulted! Ahaha!
Hours passed. Finally home. I crashed onto my bed.
Comfort.
The perfect place for hiding my thoughts of Paul, is in the small space of privacy I have.
I want to be with you, I want you to pull me into your embrace, I want my face to crash into your jacket and let your scent rub off on me.
Those weren't my thoughts. Those are merely words that tell the pictures of my desires. My impossible imagination. The words "I like you" always rang in my head followed by his name.
Paul...
Repeatedly, over and over. Torture? No. Blissful? Oh I wish. But I can't possibly complain. After all, I have everything I need and I don't need him. It's just a crush.
Though I wish Paul was here. I wish he was there at the Milotic dance. Nothing more.
I wasn't selfish enough to solely wish he was mine because I have too much pride for that. I just wish he's here right now standing by me.
"I wish he'd like me back..."
Despite this I smiled, and blissfully slept, waiting for the next day to arrive with new pleasures and adventures.