Hey guys back with another chapter :) Well my birthday is in 2 days and I'm officially over the moon excited :) I'm going to see the premier of Catching Fire on the 22nd and I'm so stoked :) Enjoy...

Characters: Leaf and Gary

Letter: N

Neatness

"Don't touch that!" Leaf snapped fixing a harsh glare on Gary. He recoiled his hand.

"Why?" He asked glancing at the desk clock he'd attempted to touch.

"You make it messy." She replied and turned her head back to her paper.

Gary rolled his eyes. Of all the people in his grade, his teacher assigned him to do a project with neat freak Leaf Green. He saw something on her desk an inspected it. It was an Ultra ball. What kind of Pokemon could Lead have in an Ultra ball?

He reached out to pick it up and more closely examine it. He was interrupted before his fingers could touch the ball's surface.

"Not that either!" Leaf yelped turning sharply to glare at him again.

Gary sighed and began pacing the room.

"Stop that! This is my study! If you're going to pace, take those filthy runners off." Leaf snapped. This time she didn't even move her head.

Gary huffed but strode out of the room. He went to the front door and removed his shoes. His noticed a picture frame by the door was slightly off centre. He reached up to touch it back into place, but he was again interrupted.

"Don't!" Leaf yelled for the other room.

"Is she a god damn psychic or something?" He cursed.

"Watch your mouth!" She retorted.

Gary ran a hand through his hair. "Women."

"That's sexist." She replied casually.

"Shut up!" Gary yelled. He stormed back into the study and fixed Leaf with his nastiest glare. "Shut up Leaf."

Her eyes widened. He kicked the carpet and Leaf whimpered.

"Don't. Please don't. You'll make it messy."

Gary let out a growl. He took a basket of pencil crayons and before Leaf could even react, he dumped them on the floor. At the sound of them hitting the floor, Leaf let out a shriek.

She quickly attempted to gather as many pencil crayons as she could.

"How's that for messy!?" Gary yelled. Leaf paused cleaning up the pencil crayons and glanced at the angry teen. Gary grabbed a folder full of neatly lined homework and dumped it in front of her.

"Gary that was all organized by date!" Leaf protested.

He tipped over a container of crayons and watched as they hit the floor with dull thuds. He knocked over a stack of sheet music for a piano. He opened drawers of the desk and messed them up. Then he looked at Leaf.

She'd stopped trying to clean up after he dumped the paper. He simply sat there and watched with sadness as he messed up her study.

When he stopped, she moved. Leaf quickly gathered up all the pencil crayons, sheets of music and homework and crayons and sorted them back in their appropriate areas with lightnig speed.

She practically flew to the desk and her hands moved so quickly as she rearranged the drawers and shut them all in orderly fashion. Gary glared at her in frustration.

"What's your deal with being so neat!?" He growled.

Leaf merely blinked. "I like knowing where everything is." She replied.

"Neat freak."

"Pig."

"Whatever."

"Whatever."

A moment if silence passed between them.

"Leaf what's this?" Gary asked holding up a picture frame from her mantle.

She wheeled around and saw the photo in it and blushed. "It's my favourite photo. Please put it down. I don't want anything to happen to it."

Gary smirked. "Just like you fm don't want anything to happen to me you neat freak." He put the frame down and began his exit. "See you tomorrow Leaf. Good luck with your half of the project neat freak."

After Gary left, Leaf practically jumped up and dashed over to the mantle. She straightened the frame so it could be seen from all angles and smiled softly. She touched the face of five year old Gary, and then her own five year old face. They were so little, cute and they were even holding hands. Not to mention they were both covered in mud. Perhaps that's why Leaf took pride in her neatness.

Author's Note: I'm a bit of a neat freak myself so this was pretty funny. One of my guy friends came in one day and rearranged everything on my desk... let's just say he never did it again for fear of being brutally murdered ^.^ Vote on the poll and on my story comment poll :)

WORD COUNT: 682

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~ Nikola