Being Second
An Egoshipping Fanfiction
by: i need sleep
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon. I seriously don't.
A/N: We're moving on Friday, and the internet won't be on til next week! I'm so sorry, but I'll be sure to shower you guys with chapters when I come back on! And this is going to be a lot shorter than my other ones, but I just need to get them together in one. I don't like overwhelming people with too much information.
Chapter 3: Oh.
Come Saturday and Misty found herself standing outside the Gym with her hair in a ponytail, her bag slung over her shoulder and her bike in front of her. Saying goodbye to her sister and Tracey, she swung her leg over her bike and pedalled away, praying the Repel she sprayed on herself doesn't wear off just yet.
As she cycled through Viridian Forest, she simultaneously took a stroll down memory lane. It was as if her head had begun going, Remember that time when you…
Shaking her head to clear her thoughts, she pedalled on. On to Pallet town.
-o-
What to wear, what to wear…? The younger Oak asked himself as he rummaged through his closet. He was only meeting up with Mrs Ketchum, but he still wanted to look his best. He was Gary Oak after all.
Deciding on a black button up shirt and purple cargo pants, he slipped on his YinYang necklace and grabbed his Pokebelt. "I'm going, gramps!" He called to his grandfather who sat by the kitchen counter with coffee in one hand and papers on the other. He believed working in open areas and the fresh air help the circulation of his blood and help him think more.
Professor Oak nodded. "Say hello to Delia for me."
Gary rolled his eyes, grabbing the keys to his convertible. Who knows how far they'll go today? No matter, he didn't feel like walking at all. "Sure, gramps; will do."
"Be careful, Gary!"
"I'll do that too!"
Shaking his head, he hopped on to his convertible, turned the ignition on and drove off.
-o-
Misty arrived in Pallet town at around 9:45. Hopping off her bike, she greeted Mrs Ketchum who stood by the porch. "Misty!" she exclaimed, as Misty left the bike against one of the porch's pillars. She gave Delia a brief hug and smiled.
"Hi, Delia," she greeted, and she pointed to her bike. "Where can I…?"
She pointed to a space to the side of the house. "It's going to be safe there," she said reassuringly. "Did you bring a lock?"
Misty nodded and locked her bike into place. Looking around as Delia waltzed in to get some drinks, she noted that Pallet town remained the same. The sky was a same beautiful blue; the roses bloomed by the fence, obviously well nourished and well taken care of. The house's cream coloured paint was peeling, but it still had a very homey feel to it. Taking a seat by the porch's stairs, she thanked Delia after she passed her a glass of lemonade.
"You need a break, dear."
"Thanks, Mrs K."
With a laugh, Delia brushed it off. "It's no problem, Misty!" she took a sip of her own drink. "How was the ride here? You didn't forget sunscreen, did you?"
Shaking her head no, she took a sip of her lemonade. "It's a bit hot today, isn't it? Thank God it's breezy in Pallet."
She nodded, "I know! Haha, it's a good day to go to the beach too."
After ten minutes of resting, Misty stood, checking her watch. "Mrs K, it's almost 10, do you want to get started?"
She shook her head no, "Not yet, we're still waiting for someone."
"Someone?"
"Oh, there he is!"
He? She turned after she heard honking. On the street, she found a familiar looking red convertible, glossy with care. On the driver's seat sat an also familiar driver, with cinnamon brown spiky locks, sunglasses, and a familiar necklace.
"Gary Oak?"
A/N: They finally see each other! But I'm going to be evil and leave it at that. I think. ;D Until next week! (Or if I'm lucky, tomorrow).
-i need sleep