Me: Welcome to another chapter! Everybody else is already on the set, so let's get going! I don't own Pokemon, and I'm sad I don't…BTW, a LOT of POV switching in this chappie, so bear with me!
Timing will also be used so you don't get confused.
8:30 AM
Zoey's POV
"Guys, I wanted to ask you…are you still ok with going to the beach?"
Everybody froze as Marina said that, and the atmosphere was so tense that it seemed like a cold wind rushed through.
The beach was a forbidden subject from yesterday, in order to forget "the incident". Ash and Misty were especially touchy of that, and they had a bad night last night. Ash was constantly plagued with screaming and nightmares (tell me about it, I was in the room next door).
"One bad thing shouldn't make us quit! We came here to have fun at the beach, and that's exactly what we're going to do! We're not going to let one little freak wave get in the way of our vacation, are we?" Misty surprisingly yelled. So Misty has apparently gotten back in tune with herself…some fast recovery.
Soon enough, we all found ourselves chanting "BEACH! BEACH! BEACH! BEACH! BEACH!"
"BEACH!" shouted one certain brunette off-rhythm and I couldn't help but smile. Kenny was just too cute. And both of us being coordinators from Sinnoh, we couldn't help but start up a good friendship.
"Okay, then, so you're okay with that. That's good, because I have this list of things that I want to do before this vacation is over. Here-"
Marina unraveled this list and we all chocked on our cereal. It read something like this-
Marinna's List
1. Do something good for the environment
2. Compete in a sports event
3. See the sunset and the sunrise
4. Walk the entire boardwalk
5. Help out some Pokemon
6. Go shopping at some awesome beach stores
7. Eat at a fancy restaurant
8. Build a big fancy sand-castle
9. Sing and dance
10. Meet at least one new, interesting person
11. Do some writing
12. Cook something new
13. Go para-sailing
14. Get closer to one another
Well, that was COMPLETELY unexpected. Next thing you know, we're back in school.
But it did sound like fun to me, but then again, I'm a little different than the rest of them (in a good way…I hope…)
Well, to make a long story and argument and spilled cereal short: Marina unanimously decided that we will do the list, and we'll do nothing on the last day. We'll do them in no order what so ever, and she heard that they were picking up litter at the beach today.
So we all changed into casual dirty clothes like baggy dirty and old shorts and headed out. Funny though, that Dawn changed so fast…
9:00 AM
Dawn's POV
I speed-walked out of the cabin without anyone noticing me, all dressed up in my ratty outfit, consisting of a black Sinnoh League punk sweatshirt, white Capri pants with a hole (on the knee…I still have to get back at Lyra for shoving me…), and neon pink flip-flops.
"Piplup pip!" Piplup was resting in my arms.
I found Paul just where he said he'd be, already at the beach, standing at the dock, his tresses of purple hair flying into his face and covering his stone-cold eyes. I sighed and walked up to him.
He didn't look all too bad, with a blue shirt that said "What are you looking at?" and these beat up jeans with a red paint streak on the side. In fact, he looked awesome. It reflected him perfectly, and he wasn't a bad menacing person like everybody thinks he is.
"What is it Paul?" I waved the note that he gave me yesterday "If something's wrong, I can help you." I remembered exactly what happened last night. It kept replaying in my mind.
Flashback
I turned around from the dresser to find Paul standing right in my face. I yelped at the proximity. Though it wasn't all that bad….he smelled like…cologne.
I pushed him away, but he just tossed me a note. He added, "Dawn, I need to talk to you." Then with no more, he strode out of the room.
After he was gone, I opened up the note and I was shocked at what I read:
Dawn-
Meet me at the dock tomorrow at the beach right after breakfast. I need to talk to you about something.
Paul
I was very curious. And anyway, why me? Wouldn't he rather talk to a boy? But I'm not going to complain. As I got into bed, I realized something~
Paul used my real name.
End of Flashback
Paul sighed and turned around to face me, his eyes glinting dangerously. I gulped.
"Why are you trying to get to know me? Why do you keep coming back, even though I shut you out? I'm so mean to you, but you always smile and continue talking. Why? Don't you ever get fed up with it?"
I cringed from his outburst, before realizing he was…complimenting me. In a really weird way.
I grinned and replied, "Why do you have no friends. Because you're a person who doesn't really like socializing."
I thought I saw a fleeting smiled, but then he frowned. "Are you calling me anti-social?"
I ignored him. "Paul, the reason I keep hanging around you is-"
"Oh, hey guys, there you are. Why did you guys go out without us-planning to steal a kiss or something, Dee-Dee?"
Way to ruin the moment, Kenny. I flared up and shouted "IT'S DAWN, NOT DEE-DEE!"
"Piplup lup lup lup!"
Paul glared at Kenny and sent him back. I'll thank him for that later. He then let go of my hand, which I hadn't realized he had been holding, and went away.
I stared at him in confusion for a little ways before heading off with the girls.
9:05 AM
Paul's POV
Dang it! I'm going to kill Kenny later, it took me a long time to get enough nerve to do that, and he has to come and ruin it. First prank target-Kenny. Aim. Set. Lock. Fire.
9:20 AM
Zoey's POV
Finally, all of us reached the beach and we found millions of people littered (terrible pun intended) the beach, picking up trash and putting them into green disposable bags.
We signed up and did all that stupid preparing stuff and got onto the beach and split up to cover more ground. We went in pairs, with the one we were sleeping with. Let's just see where this takes us.
9:30 AM
Misty's POV
Just my luck to get stuck for an hour, picking up litter, at the beach. Have you ever heard of anyone who spends their vacation doing happy environmental activities? I sure haven't.
I sighed and stabbed a soda can with my picker-upper-thing. I stuffed it into the bag and moved on to a candy bar wrapper.
I looked over at Ash with the same bored expression as me, looking glum as he picked at a Munna Mascara add. Pikachu was laying face-first in the sand murmuring, "Pikaaaa…."
Ash glanced up at me and we shared a moment of realization:
"It's going to be a long day. We'll kill Marina for this later."
9:30 AM
Drew's POV
I peered oddly at May, who was dancing around, spinning her trash picker-upper-thing and snagging some litter occasionally. As I picked up a plastic bottle, I got an idea and smirked. This was about to get interesting.
"Hey, May, keep doing that, and you're going to poke someone's eyes out."
Just as I expected (and anticipated), she flushed with anger and humphed as she stomped over to me. "For your information, Drew, I am very careful and coordinated." Then, heroically, she stumbled and fell face-first into the sand. She pointed up to the sky and mumbled into the sand, "At least, most of the time I am…"
I chuckled and hoisted her up. As she brushed off sand from her gorgeous self, I remarked, "Epic failure May. I can now understand why you're such a miserable coordinator."
That hit her hard. She towered above me, but I just smirked some more. She hated it when I did that, which is why I did it all the more. I can't believe she fell for that every time. She should know by now that she's an excellent coordinator.
I couldn't help but gape at her. She's definitely not the prettiest, but she's herself-unlike my other artificial Barbie fan girls. And, it's not like she ugly or anything….okay, she's beautiful, but it's not like I'd admit that.
She was pouting in this really cute, irresistible way that went along perfectly with her regular old doggie pigtails with her red Pokeball bandanna (okay, I sound like a saleswoman), and had on a red graphic tee with a Torchic on it and white shorts and was barefoot. Her legs were long and slender and looked-
Wait, I sound like a pervert.
You ARE a pervert, idiot. You're Drew Hayden, remember? Sheesh, leave it up to the conscience to do everything right…
Yeah right, last time I took your advice, I got grounded and May had to forge my hand writing on homework to bail me out.
But the conscience is always right!
Yep, and Swinubs fly…
Shoot, I have nothing left to say that annoys you…
How do you think I've won against May in an argument so many times?
….
That's what I thought…
"Hello! Come back to Earth please!"
I snapped out of it and found May staring at me with this worried expression, her sapphire orbs soft like the ocean at midnight.
I smiled and patted her head like she was a dog and said, "Don't worry May, though it's nice that you care."
She grinned back at me and made her way over to this plastic sandwich bag. I remembered what we were supposed to be doing and picked up a cut up coupon for Glameow cat-food. Actually, Zoey might want that, so I'll put in my pocket for later.
As the sun beat down on my hot, tired, back, and my kind-of transparent white shirt stuck to my back with sweat (I was SOmaking the girls [hopefully May] stare!) I wondered how the rest of us were doing.
9:35 AM
Paul's POV
I gaped at the seemingly hyper-active girl as she sped around stuffing trash into her already overflowing trash bag. Before I knew it, she had cleaned up the area. Troublesome rubbed her hands together, and I shook my head. How did she do it?
"Well now, this is the perfect opportunity to continue where we left off this morning, Paul."
My blood ran cold as I peered up at a serious-looking Dawn, arms folded over her chest, looking at me expectantly. Piplup was glaring from her head. How did she change moods that fast?
Simple. SHE HAS MULTIPLE PERSONALITIES, DUDE!
Oh, great, I have a surfer "dude" conscience. Just me and my stupid luck.
Actually, when you think about it, Dawn MIGHT have multiple personalities…hmmm…
I glanced up at Dawn, and her eyes were misty, as she stared into my eyes, seeing if she could read me. I felt my walls that took so many years to build, get reduced to dust in seconds. Her eyes were like the darkest hour of midnight, yet usually they were so lively. However, now they were deadly.
So, both of us kinda went into a daze or something, because no one was saying anything. The waves crashed off in the distance, the sun burned the sand, and trash bags surrounding us, yet we just kept staring at each other. At first, it was kind of a weird staring contest, but after a while, we just seemed to tune out to everything.
I felt kinda like…a ninja.
"WHAT THE HECK GARY!"
I sighed as Dawn tore apart from our gaze and sprinted off toward Leaf. I followed her. Now what?
9:35 AM
Leaf's POV
I shoved Gary away from me for the millionth time in fifteen minutes and proceeded to poke him HARD with my trash picker-upper-thingy (what the heck do you call these things anyway?) I felt super smug and stuck my nose in the air. I chuckled and turned my back on him to pick up my trash bag. I needed to replace it.
When I turned around, I saw a truly unexpected sight. Gary was on his knees, the sand shifting under his weight. He was cuddling the spot where I had pricked him with the sharp end of the trash-picker-upper thingy, and sweat droplets were lining his forehead and body making him look-
Oh my Mew, Gary must be rubbing off on me, I sound like him checking out a girl.
I agree, very un-leaf-like.
My attention came back to Gary, whose brown bangs covered his jade eyes in a dark shadow. He was trembling as if it was cold (I can assure you, it was far from) and he groaned softly as if is energy had become depleted. I didn't know what had happened, and I was starting to get freaked out. Did he get hurt?
As if on cue, a drop of crimson blood plopped onto the soft sand. I was rooted to the spot with shock and fear. I didn't want to hurt him for real! But I can't touch him, or I might get HIV…
But it was a quick decision. I mean, even though sometimes I hated him; it certainly is true that we're very close (in more ways than one). I squatted till I was at his level and gently lifted his hand away from the injury (I sound like a surgeon in the ER!)
I practically screamed with horror. There was this huge circle of red blood that had soaked right through his shirt. There was a medium-sized puncture in the middle, and more blood kept seeping out of it, like a mini-volcano. I squeezed his arm, and he shouted in pain and hung his head low.
I was filled with genuine worry as I got up and started scanning the beach frantically for anyone who could help. I glared at the trash-picker-upper thing, and if looks could kill, that piece of junk would be fried.
Gary was now all out on the sand. His arm was now a big bloody lump. It was all a huge mess. I was really worried now. If things kept up, Gary would bleed to death!
I had no other option, so I yelled as loud as I could, "WHAT THE HECK GARY!" And it certainly was the truth, I was now scared half to death. Of course, nobody else may come, they might just take it as another argument…but that wouldn't be good then…perhaps they traced worry in my plea for help?
I lifted Gary up, but he was limp like a doll. I shrieked in terror when I saw Gary out cold, his arm all disgusting and practically falling off.
Now this looked like a dramatic movie scene where Gary had been shot in the arm or something by the bad guys when trying to protect me, the bad guys got defeated by him, but in the end, Gary dies in my arms.
I shuddered at the thought. Tears stung my eyes. I had hurt, and possibly killed my best childhood friend/rival-
GARY.
The word died on my parched lips and I painfully swallowed in my dry throat. I pushed open Gary's eyes like doctors did hoping some kind of medical treatment would pop up. His beautiful jade pools that I always loved swimming in were now gray, dark, stormy clouds. They had lost their color, their liveliness, their humor, their annoying-ness, their arrogance, their…Gary-ness. I had ruined him.
I cradled his head in my arms, hoping this was all a bad dream and I would wake up soon with Gary right next to me (that sounded wrong…)
Dawn came running up to me and when she saw Gary she let out a bloodcurdling (pun not intended) scream that sent everyone else coming to see who was robbed.
Soon enough, right before my eyes, I saw Gary being lifted by the lifeguard (thankfully not Giselle) and laid gently onto a stretcher, which was carried to an ambulance taking him to the ER.
I never thought this would happen. Ever. Not on my life. Not even on my dead body, pray to Mew that Gary doesn't become one.
I didn't really know it till now, but there was a waterfall flowing out of my eyes. I let out a wail like the ones kids do when they have to go to bed. It would be nice if this was all a bad nightmare, just some masterpiece of Darkrai.
But no matter how many times I pinch myself, that will sadly never be the case. Everybody was comforting me and cooing nice words. But I couldn't feel good now. Not with Gary like this.
That's when my knees crumpled to the ground and I lost conscience. I could faintly hear people calling out my name frantically, shaking me, but it was all left behind as I slowly faded away…
9:35 AM
Jimmy's POV
This would be the end of me.
I hated this with all of my being. That sparkling water looked so refreshing…and irresistible…
Too bad Marina thought this was a great idea and was forcing me against my will to pick up litter and not loaf around. Honestly, this hour could be used doing more useful things!
Well, I didn't really mean that, I mean, if we don't pick up litter and throw it away in the right places, it's bad for the environment and Pokemon around, but still! Two words-Why me!
Though, if Marina was enjoying herself, I would pretend to too (that sounded so corny)…
You are so cheesy. I mean, look at what you're wearing! And if that's not bad enough, your old ratty shoe has a hole and the stink coming out is unbearable! At least show some dignity…
Oh help, I'm possessed with a stupid old rich woman's spirit that's telling me I'm not clean. News flash-I never was.
I know that, which is why I'm telling you to be clean.
I think my mom does a good job of that already.
I heard a shriek of pure agony. It was Leaf. I and Marina glanced at each other, my black eyes meeting her aqua ones. It took a split second.
"Uh-oh." We dropped all our belongings and dashed toward Leaf and Gary. This sounded bad (pun intended…)
9:35 AM
Lyra's POV
I swear, sometimes Marina has the worst ideas.
I sighed for what seemed like the millionth time and turned to Khoury to whine for the millionth time, "Khoury, can you pick this up? I'm too tired."
Khoury looked up from his intense trash-collecting and scowled and said, "Lyra, you're supposed to do this by yourself. I can't do everything for you." While he told me this, he backed up and picked up the wrapper for me. I always get him to do what I want.
I love bossing him around. But I love him as a friend too. He's so sweet and smart, and he knows how to care for everyone as well as Pokemon. I would be nowhere without him.
"Thanks Khoury, you're the best."
"I know I am!" Khoury yelled with glee, and patted me on the back while adding, "At least someone sees that!" I blushed as he leaned in closer just to reach over me and pick up another piece of trash.
I was red as a Tomato berry as I backed up and quickly started picking up trash and not looking at him. He looked over at me, worried, and put a hand to my forehead. I turned even redder, and a jolt went through me as he touched me. It felt strangely…right.
"Well, it really doesn't FEEL like you have a fever…Oh, well. Lyra, be careful today.
And with that, he got back to work. And I stared dumbly at him.
How could he not see that I was blushing? Sure, maybe I don't want him to know that I like him, but honestly, how many hints have I dropped? Everybody expects me to be going for that dummy redhead Silver, but seriously, Khoury outclasses that punk slacker by a mile.
I know that I like Khoury for who he is, but sometimes, I just wish that he could forget his paranoia, snap out of his smart calculated world and take a moment to see that I actually liked him in a different way-as to say, MORE than a friend.
I sighed dreamily. Too bad said boy just won't ask me out…
"WHAT THE HECK GARY!" interrupted my daydreams as Khoury grasped my hand and I dragged him along as we broke into a run toward Leaf and Gary. It didn't sound like it was just a regular argument…
9:40 AM
Nobody's POV
When everybody had come, they watched in shock as they saw Gary loaded into an ambulance headed for the ER. Leaf was terrible, her eyes all red and blotchy, her nose sniveling and running, sobbing her heart out. Nobody could do much to cheer her up.
All of a sudden, her knees buckled as she lost conscience and Ash caught her. "Pikachu!"
All the girls screamed as they tried to wake her up, yelling in her ear, pinching, slapping, and the rest of it. But nothing happened. She remained motionless, like a stone statue. Everybody was even more agitated when the ambulance had to turn back (it was only a block away at that point) and pick up Leaf as well. Gary would be terrified if he wasn't the one hurt in the first place.
Ash and Misty started sprinting after the ambulance first, and Pikachu was bounding ahead of them on the hot cement looking determined. Everyone caught on and started running to the hospital too. The only thing on their minds was "Are they okay?"
Me: I'm so mean, right? Leaving you at a cliffy HERE! Now you'll slowly die away wondering about whether Leaf and Gary made it till I post the next chapter! MWAH HA HA HA HA HA!*Thunder booms for effect*
Leaf: Gary, don't scare me like that!*Bursts out crying*
Gary: Back at you, Leafy!
Leaf: What I'd do?
Gary: Probably go into a coma, that's what!
Leaf: I was worried for YOU! This is your fault!
Gary: You didn't need to poke me in the first place!
Leaf: Why do you care?
Gary: Cause I'm the one who got hurt!
*They keep bickering, everyone watches while munching popcorn and drinking soda while sweatdropping*
Misty: You guys argue like a married couple.
Dawn: Which you'll definitely one day be.
Leaf and Gary: WHAT WAS THAT? NOT ON MY LIFE! NOT EVEN ON MY DEAD BODY WILL I MARRY THAT JERK!
Lyra: Yeah, yeah, whatever you say…
Me: As this turns into a man pile, I bid you good-bye till the next chappie!
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