Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon
Dedication: All those daydreaming Againstshipping fans!!!
Ages: Zoey: 14 Paul: 15 Dawn: 14 Kenny: 14
"Help!" Zoey yelled as she was being backed into a dark alley.
Three grown men surrounded her with knives.
"Get out of here!" Someone yelled. All of a sudden, the three men were on the ground.
Behind them was a boy about a year older than Zoey. He had purple hair that went about three inches above his shoulders. He picked Zoey up bridal style. Zoey wrapped her arms around his neck.
"Thank you." she whispered.
"Anything."
The began to lean into each other to kiss, but their moment was ruined.
Her teacher started to yell at her.
She snapped back into reality as her english teacher was yelling her name.
"What?!" She said jumping.
"Were you listening to anything I just said?!" He asked. The grumpy teacher's name was Mr. Turner, one of the grouchiest teachers in all of Sinnoh High School.
"Uhm, yes?" Zoey winced.
He was about to say something, but the bell rang. As she passed his desk she heard him muttering,
"Darn day dreamer." She scowled at the back of his head.
Her friend Dawn came up to her.
"Zoey you've gotta stop dreamin' those crazy fantisies you told me about!!" She said as they walked to their lunch period.
"I know. I can't help it. You've never been in love."
"It was about Paul, again?!" Dawn asked.
"Who else?" Zoey said as they got to the lunch room. They usually got home lunch, so they sat down at their usual table by the window.
Their friend, Kenny was already waiting for them.
"Heard ya got in trouble dreamin' again." Kenny said bitting into his sandwhich.
"What? Its not my fault he's so boring." Zoey said opening her lime green lunch box.
"And who might that be?" next to Kenny, their other friend Paul sat down.
"You were there." Zoey answered smiling.
"Yeah, what was it about this time anyway?" Paul asked.
"Same as usual. Guy she likes rescues her, right?" Dawn said looking at her scarlet haired friend as she bit her sandwhich.
"Maybe." Zoey answered her mouth full and her cheeks bright red.
"Why won't you tell us who this guy is who rescues you all the time?" Kenny asked.
"..."
"Yeah, why don't you anyway?" Paul added.
"You don't wanna know." Dawn said rolling her eyes as Zoey got redder.
"Well...??" Kenny said.
"He's- uh, he's uhm, he's different from other guys I've met." She suddenly found her tan hiker boots very interesting.
"What's his name?" Kenny asked slowly.
"N-Name?" Zoey said her voice trembling and her eyes growing wide.
"Yeah, tell 'em his name, Zoey. They'd like to know." Dawn said smirking. Zoey scowled at her.
"I despise you." She muttered under her breath.
"Well?"
"I'll get you for this."
"Girls! If she doesn't wanna say it, she don't have to!" Paul said getting annoyed.
"For the love of- its you!" Dawn yelled pointing at Paul.
"DAWN!!" Zoey said covering her friends over sized mouth. ((A/N Sorry all Dawn fans!!))
"Really?" Paul asked looking surprised.
Zoey averted her gaze from him.
"Uhm, I'll be right back." She closed her lunch box and walked out of the lunchroom.
"See what you did?" Dawn said to Paul.
He rolled his eyes at the girl and walked in the direction she went in.
"So we're alone." Kenny said.
When Paul found her, she was sitting under a tree, hugging her knees close to her chest. Her lunchbox was next to her on the ground.
He went up to her and held his hand out. She looked up at him. Her eyes had lost their usual happiness and excitement. The bright brown had faded to a dull mud color.
He stretched his hand out again. She winced and took it, letting him pull her up to her feet.
"Did... Was she telling the truth?" He asked, squeezing her hand.
Zoey looked away from him. But he put his hand on her cheek and made her face him.
"Yeah, okay? I like- no, I," She gulped and went on, "loveyou." She pulled out of his grasp and tried to walk away. But he grabbed her and spun her into him so their chests were up against each other.
"So you daydream about me rescueing you?" He asked.
She nodded shyly.
Then, he lifted her chin up and lightly pecked her lips. When he moved his head away, her eyes were three times the size they were before. ((A/N 0.0... like that?? lol, leaving))
"You're not the only one that daydreams about the one they love." Paul said raking her cheek with his hand.
"What are you talking abo- wait. You-" He cut her off.
"Love you? Yeah."
Her jaw dropped. But it soon turned into a smile as he wrapped his arms around her waist. She put her hands and head on his chest.
One thought crossed both their minds. That was...
'I love being a daydreamer.'
The End!!
Me: I came up with this while I was daydreaming at school during Math. I should've been listening to my teacher because I start CMT's in about two weeks. Oppsies. Bad me.
Paul: You're also a bad writer.
Me: Misty! Use your mallet!
Misty: *bashes Paul with Mallet*
Me: I am an excellent writer according to the ppl on Fanfiction, thank you very much!
Paul: except that Farla person.
Me: SHUT IT!!! BTW I know that Paul was a little OOC-
Paul: A little?! I don't daydream!
Me: Okay, very OOC, but he is in most of my stories!
Zoey: review pleez!!!!