Hi guys! Did you like the last chapter? Paul is THE softie of the century but if I said that to his face he'd probably hurt me. I feel scared just thinking about that. Lock your doors guys, Paul is on the loose! In this chapter they finally get to Violet City! Woohoo! There is swearing in this chapter so if you are against all that - then don't read this (whatever floats your boat).
Disclaimer: I still (unfortunately) don't own Pokemon.
Chapter 6: Trouble
Paul's POV
I quickly get out of my sleeping bag that Troublesome and I shared, before she can wake up. It felt good, being next to her. NO! It didn't! Stop thinking about her!
I look at her sleeping. She looks like she's having a bad dream. A terrible one, in fact.
Dawn's POV
I quickly look around. I'm in a forest, filled with leaves, trees, dirt and some water nearby in a lake. My surroundings seem empty Phew… No Monferno. Suddenly, I hear a twig snap. I quickly turn around. Nothing there. I sigh. Wait. I see a shadow. Oh no! It's happening again! Monferno is back again! Two of them. They're biting me! There's blood. I think I'm gonna faint… Their claws are clenching my arms helpless, and their teeth are as sharp as razors, piercing my skin with such ease, that it almost feels painless-
"Dawn! Wake up!" Paul is shouting at me, his face full with worry.
"I'm up, I'm up!" I exclaim, my eyes full of sleep.
"Good," he mumbles looking relieved.
"Were you worried about me, Iron Man?" I ask playfully with a big grin. I nudge him on the shoulder, raising my eye brows and waggling them about.
"N-NO! S-seriously, stop calling me that! I only woke you up, because… You were screaming too much," he huffs, his eyes trailing away from mine.
I could clearly see he was lying. Why would he lie, though? He doesn't like me (like I like him). Does he? No! Why would he like some one like me? I'm one of the energetic types, who loves the world and all that crap. He's the opposite to me. He's my dusk, while I'm his dawn. Get it? Dawn and 'dawn'? My name...? I should stop talking now...
I check my surroundings.
"Why am I in your sleeping bag?" I ask with a sense of alarm. We didn't...do anything, did we? I mean, I like Paul, but I don't wanna have...y'know...with him! (Yet...) A/N: WOAH, THERE, DAWN! I know you're sixteen...but don't ruin your life. :O
He chuckles, "After I got up, you started to sleep walk. You ended up there." He's definitely bluffing.
He's lying AGAIN! I know that, because he flares out his nostrils when telling a lie. I should know that, I did used to be his best friend! I know him so well... So what happened last night? What did we do? I can't remember. I start shuddering, at the thought of Paul 'handling' me.
I try to change the subject, "So, let's go! We're near Violet City, right?"
Paul's POV
Why is she so perky? How come she wants to move on so quickly? Man, it doesn't take the effort to find out. I'm not lazy, but pointless things like her make me want to fall asleep with boredom.
We move off, gathering the sleeping bags, and washing our faces in a nearby lake. We walk through grassy areas, until we started to see cobblestones on the floor. It was Violet City. When we got closer inside the city, Troublesome gasps (she's easily pleased).
It does look like a nice city. There is a Pokemon Centre, a Pokemon school, the Gym, the Contest Hall and a Poke Mart. There are quite a few lantern posts around, making it look authentic and Eastern.
Troublesome runs to the Contest Hall, a smile on her face (stupid peppy girl).
"Ooooh! The next contest happens in four days! I'M SO EXCITED!" she screams loudly. People milling around, walking with their loved ones, start to stare and giggle at the girl. She's acting like a four year old with ADHD
"Shut the hell up! People are staring at you!" I whisper to her loudly, poking her on the shoulder, and she squishes against the Contest Hall's glass doors.
She immediately hushes up. I swear, she's just a peppy dog, with a slight problem.
I walk over to the Gym with Troublesome trailing behind me. I walk through the doors, pushing them grouchily.
There's a receptionist doing her nails. She seems engrossed with painting the whole nail a peach color. I cough to make her notice me. She looks up and has an embarrassed smile. She hastily puts the nail polish down, and starts tapping on the computer.
"May I help you?" she queries, giving me a toothy beam.
"I'd like to book a gym battle please," I say, looking around the room. It's a pretty small reception, with a few dark purple, velvet chairs, with a small oak table and magazines in the middle. The walls are marble, and they shine in the light from the ceiling. The desk that the receptionist is behind is quite tall, and it goes up to the bottom of my shoulder. It goes up to the top of Troublesome's shoulder.
"Falkner is free on Wednesday at exactly 02:00 pm. Today's Monday, so you will have to wait three days," she says with a smile.
Does she really think I don't know how many days I have to wait? Who does she take me for? Some ditzy happy person? Someone like Troublesome? Why are girls always like this? They ask you questions, but then they answer it themselves. They ask your opinion on what they're wearing, but if you answer truthfully and say it isn't that great, they get mad. They say that this is their house when you move in, yet you pay the bills. They always say that they're nice, but then they speak behind other people's back. They say they want to eat something filling and delicious, but they don't want to get fat. Women are so confusing.
I nod and grunt.
I'm about to leave the stupid woman, when I hear a squeal of happiness. It's Troublesome's squeal of happiness.
"I LOVE that nail polish! It's…Peachy Dream – right?!" Troublesome asks, jumping up and down, staring at the woman's nails with a gleam in her eyes.
The receptionist smiles and says, "Yes, and I just bought it. I also got Purple Haze and altogether it was SO expensive!"
Troublesome nods and replies, "Well, beauty is not cheap. I once bought a silk dress for five hundred Poke dollars. My mom totally went nuts when I brought it back home!"
They then both get into a conversation about hair. Dawn leaned on the desk, smiling and chatting to the woman as if they had been friends for years. I start to get slightly annoyed. They're so different from us guys.
"Excuse me!" I interrupt, looking at the both of them.
They look at me embarrassed. I pull Troublesome away quickly. She glares at me, but doesn't fight back as I pull her out of the door.
"Bye!" she calls back to the receptionist with a wave.
Dawn's POV
We arrive outside the Gym. I have an idea, involving Paul, and food.
"Hey! Let's go eat at the Pokemon Centre!" I suggest.
He grunts. I take that as a yes.
We walk towards a building with white paint, and a red roof. The automatic doors open, welcoming us into a place of peace, and happiness. It makes me feel safe. I dodge past the Nurse Joy stationed at this time, and turn the corner to see the restaurant part of the building. There are many comfortable looking tables, all snugly close together. I walk to the nearest one, and slump on the velvety cushion. Paul slides in opposite of me, frown on face.
We order some food. You can tell how we are just by our food. I chose the salad, with a glass of sparkling water. Paul chose a bowl of noodle soup, with a can of soda. At least Paul won't criticize the food, like he did with the lunch I made yesterday. He should be able to appreciate the food that he ordered.
When the waiter gives us our food, I start to talk to him.
"So, what Pokemon are you gonna choose for the gym battle?" I ask excitedly, taking my fork out of the napkin, putting it into a cherry tomato, and chewing it.
"Murkrow," he grunts simply, taking his spoon out, taking a sip quietly from the soup. He then opens the can, wiping up a small spillage as the froth flows out from the side.
"But isn't Falkner a flying type? Also, I thought you said Murkrow was weak," I point out, wondering about his decision.
"Well, I'm not gonna choose Turtwig, am I? Grass is weak against flying types." he replies smugly. I almost hit myself with my little knowledge about the subject. I take a small sip from my drink frustratingly.
We are both silent and start eating our food without talking for a while.
I (again) start speaking to him. "Well, I'm using both my Pokemon for the contest. They made a new rule about using combination moves. If I win, I get the red ribbon! I've already got my strategy!"
"I don't care," he sneers. Man, he's cold! What did I do to him? Okay, I know when we were younger I put a mustache on his upper lip with permanent marker, but that's no excuse!
I then start to reminisce. Paul had called me annoying, so when he had a sleepover at my house, I had drew on his upper lip with my favourite pen. I hadn't realized that it was a permanent marker pen. Paul had exploded, and Reggie had laughed. His parents weren't happy, but they didn't hold a grudge. Mom, however, grounded me from seeing Paul (which was good timing, as he was still angry) and took away my TV time. I also couldn't speak to Dad (when he was still alive), and that made me a bit more rebellious towards my parents.
When we finish our lunch, we part our separate ways.
"Meet you here for dinner at 06:00 pm, okay?" I say quietly. We had decided to train away from each other. Mostly, it was so I couldn't mess up in front of him, but I think he agreed so we wouldn't rip each other's heads off with the fighting that we have been doing.
He just grunts (wow, he is so moody).
Paul's POV
My Pokemon and I train like crazy for what seems like hours. Murkrow gets stronger (even though he's still a weakling) and learns some new moves.
Turtwig also learns a new move that could be helpful in my gym battle. He seems pleased with his new move, jumping around in front of me. I have to admit, it did look kinda cute.
Our training consists of Murkrow and Turtwig having a battle, having me throw rocks at them, and them dodging (a very risky procedure) and finally them hitting targets. They got hurt and bruised a couple of times, but if they want to make it as my Pokemon, then they're going to have to live like this.
I check my watch. It reads 05:30 pm. I'm about to head off, when some one taps me on the arm.
I turn around to see a boy with red hair, a navy blue long-sleeved shirt, and dark blue jeans.
"What?" I ask, clearly irritated with the sudden poke.
"I saw you training. It really sucked. You're such a puny weako. If you want to battle the gym leader here – then don't," he growls with a stupid smirk. I stare at him for a minute, shocked that he's picking a fight with me, when I have done nothing wrong.
"You're the weako, if you gonna pick a fight, you idiot!" I spit at him, angry.
"Shut the hell up!" he shouted. "I'm a whole load stronger than you, and I could knock you out in a minute, so shut your fucking mouth!"
"You idiot! Come at me, then!" I shouted, holding my arms out.
"I wouldn't waste my life with you. Your mom wouldn't be proud that she gave birth to someone like you," he sneered.
I kind of lost it there. I think it was because he pulled the mom string. Nobody can just insult me, then my mom, and then make me feel small. I'm not going to take that crap. I punched him on the face. He spat out blood on the ground, and punched me back. We got in a heated fight. He's pretty strong, but I'm stronger.
In the end, two Officer Jenny's break it up. They pull us back (really surprising since they're wearing high heels). We get taken to the police station. I find out that his name's Devlin, and he's ran into the law before. He came from a troubled home, and has a tendency to fight. Devlin... That name suits him. The devil of my life, that idiot.
When I finally get out of the station, I check my watch. It reads 07:42pm. Damn. Troublesome must have been waiting for ages, back at the Pokemon Centre.
I race to the Pokemon Centre and check the restaurant there. I can't see her anywhere.
I walk up to Nurse Joy and the counter, where I give her my Pokemon. While I wait for my Pokemon, I ask Nurse Joy about Dawn.
"Have you seen a girl? She has blue hair. She has a white hat, a dress, pink boots and a Piplup in her arms," I ask scanning the room for Dawn whom I had stood up.
"I saw her. I'm sorry to say she's already gone to her room. She was waiting in the restaurant for about an hour and a half. When she left she looked angry and a bit sad," Nurse Joy supplies, looking at me suspiciously. "Did you stand her up?"
"Kinda, yeah..." I admit, looking away as she gave me her Pokemon.
Wow. I stood her up. How could I? Wait. It wasn't a…date, so why should I care? Yeah, I don't care at all.
"I know I'm not meant to pry, but that's pretty mean. You shouldn't do that to your girlfriend. Especially since she looks quite fragile. Us women can be, sometimes," Nurse Joy scolds, then starts to lecture me.
After the long and pointless lecture, I thank Nurse Joy and book my room.
Dawn's POV
I cry into my pillow. How could he? He stood me up! Me! His friend… We're not going out, or anything, but I trusted him! He told me, promised me, that he'd be there. He's a guy that doesn't break promises. Unless he really wants too...
At least I used to be. Then again, why would he like me? I'm just a stupid girl. I don't understand! I LOVE him for crying out loud! Why do I keep getting put down like this?
If Dad was watching me now, he would chuckle and wipe away my tears. He would tell me that I'm overreacting, Paul could've got into an emergency. I know that could be true, but it still hurts. Paul is a very nice boy, underneath all the coldness. He wouldn't hurt you on purpose. Why do you have to make such a big deal out of it? I know you're a girl, your mother always said that, but you have to understand, my father would say, patting me on my back. Then he would kiss my forehead, and say 'good night'.
I look at Piplup and Buneary at the end of my bed. They are sleeping peacefully, snuggling into the pillows I bought for them. Good. They won't see me cry.
I toss and turn a lot in my sleep, my eyes swollen with sadness, but I finally get to sleep…
I'm in another forest. Identical to the other one. I see purple in front of me. Is that Paul? It is. He turns around and opens his arms. I run into them. We are hugging. Wait. He's hugging me a bit too tight. Really tight! He's suffocating me! I can't breathe. I'm blacking out…! Why? This has to happen to me, doesn't it! My lungs are closing up-
I wake up, breathing frantically. I'm in the room I booked. Nothing bad looks like it happened, but my heart is hammering in my chest, and I feel scared. My arms are hurting, but that's only because I slept on them. I almost laugh at how weird the dream was. Paul wouldn't hug me! He would awkwardly pat my back.
I giggled at the thought of a hug, him blushing and hiding behind his hair. I think of the forest that keeps plaguing my dreams. It makes me want to scream in fear and anger at the same time.
But it was all just a dream…
Poor Dawn! Just when Paul gets nice he turns heartless again! Iron Man indeed…
Anyway, I tried to make this one funnier than my other chapters. Especially the receptionist scene. Thank you for all the reviews I'm getting! Next chapter [an exciting one] will be up very soon! I think I'm getting writers block so send me what happens next through reviews. Or PM me!
By the way, Devlin is what I called my rival in the HeartGold game I have. I don't know why I called him that. It suits him I guess…
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