Hey there again, I finally got through with this chapter with the help of Perpetual Dreams :D
Its not quite part of the game plotline, but who knows?
Anyway-hope you enjoy it?
Chapter 6: What are best friends for?
I really should have gone home. But I didn't. Instead I found myself flying to Sootopolis City, rather than Mossdeep; where I should have gone. Most people would have called it crazy, even I thought I was going crazy; but there was one thing that I absolutely, desperately, positively, needed there that I couldn't get anywhere else.
My loyal Skarmory landed beside a small adobe house that looked similar to all of the other surrounding homes. I withdrew the bird silently and peered in the windows of the house; to my disappointment no one seemed to be awake. I looked out at the clear pool of water in the middle of the town. The moon and stars glistened so clearly off of the still water. It was beautiful. Even the bothersome Wingull and Magikarp that are constantly bustling about the waters had fallen silent.
I really couldn't recall why I hadn't come here more often.
In a matter of moments I found a lump returning to my throat as a flood of recollection bum-rushed my brain. Tears were stinging the corners of my eyes and my legs were getting shaky. There was no way I would let anyone see me this way so I began pounding away on the white wooden door and ringing the doorbell hysterically. I saw a flicker of light in the house. Oh thank Arceus.
The door cracked open an inch or so, still connected by the chain and the front light flicked on. I rubbed my eyes to make the combination of the salty air, tears, and my constricting pupils less painful on my poor sockets. The door was soon fully unlocked and it swung open dramatically, revealing my best friend in the whole wide world standing there with a dumbstruck look on his face. Dumb faces really weren't befitting of the man.
It was quite obvious that he had just rolled out of bed, still in matching white silk pajamas, fluffy Spheal-shaped slippers on his feet, and two little hair curlers neatly pinned to either side of his teal-tinted head. I flung my arms around his neck wailing into the poor man's shoulder.
"Wallace! I…I didn't know what to do…or where to go…I just…just…" I hiccupped as he rubbed my messy hair, "shh"ing gently.
"Calm down Steven…it's ok. Let's get you inside before you wake up all of the neighbors, hmm?" I sniffled and nodded, dragging myself into his immaculate home and slipped off my shoes next to the door. Wallace took my coat off for me and hung it on the coat tree. His tired blue eyes looked up at me and closed for a minute and he sighed.
"You pitiful thing. Come into the kitchen. I'll brew up some tea." I rubbed my eyes with my palms, following into his perfectly organized kitchen. He pulled out a chair for me at the table which I happily plopped down in. He handed me a box of tissues and wiped some dirt smudges off of my face then brushing my hair into place as if I were a little kid. "Tell me all about it." The pretty man smiled a little bit before turning away to fill up a teapot with water to place on the stove.
"Thank you so much Wallace…I'm really sorry to interrupt your beauty sleep, even though you really don't need it." I grinned as a blush overtook his pale features. "It's just…I didn't know where else to go." He dismissed it with a wave of his hand.
"Of course sweetie. You know you're always welcome here. Now what's eating at you?" He looked at me sincerely. I groaned as I ran the past month or so of events through my mind and rubbed my forehead in agitation. My chest hurt, but I had no idea why.
"See…there's this person that I keep running into by some freak kind of fate…and every time we run into each other I just lose it. I can't control myself. And I start feeling kind of sick. My stomach starts doing flips and I do all sorts of stupid stuff. I get really light-headed and my chest hurts. The other day I found out that they are totally crazy for the 'Pokémon champion' but they don't have any clue that I am the Pokémon champion. And I think they really don't like me. The kid's a total brat to me-can't stand me. And once they find out that I'm the Pokémon champ…well…I just don't know what'll happen…and today I saw him again and he was really upset because he wasn't doing too well and it was raining so I helped him out and did something really stupid and I-" I choked back a lump in my throat and rubbed the tears out of my eyes. Wallace knelt down I front of my chair and rubbed my cheek with his soft hand. My hair was still wet from the rain earlier, so he pushed it back out of my face again.
"Honey…it sounds like you're in love." He smiled at me with a wink. I whined desperately and leaned back in my chair.
"Is that what this is?" He nodded cheerfully, pulling me into a hug.
"Sweetie, I'm so happy for you! I never thought you would ever have emotions for anything other than a shiny rock. You better not let this one slip away." My lip quivered and I hugged him tightly.
"But Wallace, he doesn't even like me! And I think I ruined everything today…" I sobbed. Wallace grabbed the sides of my head and stared me firmly in the eye, a look of determination on his petite face.
"Steven Stone, you listen to me, because I'm only going to say this once. You're going to show that person that you're everything they thought you were-and more! You're one hell of a person, and a trainer; and you're going to make that special person fall so hard for you that they won't know what hit them." I blinked in surprise, tears now gone from my eyes. Wallace really meant serious business. He got up to take the screeching teapot off of the stove and poured the hot water into two china cups, placing some teabags in the water to seep. He sat down at the table with me and placed a cup in my spot, crossing his legs daintily.
"So Steven…time to spill. Who's the lucky person?" He smirked like a Glameow as he fiddled with the teabag string.
"Brendan Birch." I said bluntly, playing with the spoon in my teacup. Wallace gagged.
"Like…Professor Birch's son? What are you thinking? Your boss's son? He'll have your hide! What did you do earlier that 'messed things up'?" His words scared me. I hadn't even thought that far, but he was right. It was a pretty awful situation. Why couldn't relationships be as simple as rocks? Or Pokémon battles? I'm good with those things…but these are completely uncharted waters in the land of Steven. What will my boss do if his son runs and tells him he was molested by the Pokémon champion?
"So…this is a bad thing after all? What am I going to do?" I sighed in defeat. I probably should just stick with the things I'm good at anyway. Brendan probably would hate me or laugh at me when he found out that I was his beloved Pokémon champion. Wallace was staring at me sternly.
"Absolutely not. It's very serious that you've finally developed these emotions towards someone. And it's very important that you make some sort of action on these feelings, otherwise you'll regret it for the rest of your life. You just need to know that you'll be getting yourself into a sticky situation and it's not going to be easy. But what did you do earlier? It wasn't bad, like really bad was it?" I never see Wallace this serious. How could I possibly tell him about how I let my emotions take over me and steal those poor boy's lips? Wallace knew I'd never kissed anyone before; he teased me about it on several occasions. How would he react to me giving my very first kiss away to a snappy little teenager? Should I tell him about the dreams I've been having about him? Are they normal or am I just a creepy pedophile?
I stirred in my seat uncomfortably for a moment placing my elbows on the table and burying my face in my palms. I felt a thin hand rub my damp shoulder.
"You do know that you can tell me anything in confidence Steven." Wallace assured gently. I knew from experience that Wallace was a wonderful man and I knew if I could go to anyone about this it would be him.
"Have you ever met Brendan?" I started, hoping that I would have a little bit less to explain. Unfortunately the shake of his head told me otherwise. "Well, he's tall and lean. And he has really soft black hair and a funny hat that he always wears over it. But most importantly he has these unbelievable crimson eyes that just kind of capture you—like a pokeball…"
I blushed for a moment and pulled the teabag out of my tea, dropping in 3 lumps of sugar and taking a sip. It was really soothing. Wallace took a big sip of his tea as well and leaned back in his chair, gesturing for me to continue.
"Well it started out with images of those eyes popping up everywhere. I couldn't stop seeing them. They're so beautiful."
"And then?" I flushed red and took a sip of my tea.
"And then I started getting these dreams…they started out really innocent the first few. You know hugging and kissing…but recently…" I couldn't say anything else. My embarrassment spoke for itself and Wallace's blue eyes widened in understanding. I hid my face behind hands hoping that maybe for once Arceus would be ever so kind and make me disappear. But he was cruel.
"Steven, I understand. I hope you realize that's completely normal." Wallace assured again rubbing my shoulder gently. I peered out from behind my hands relieved to see his face devoid of any judgment or disgust.
"Really?" he smiled softly and sipped his tea.
"Absolutely normal. And it's not like you can control it anyway." A slightly relieved sigh escaped my lips.
"And on top of all that today I kind of well…I messed everything up…" Wallace's face twisted in confusion and he leaned towards me.
"What exactly did you do?" all the blood in my body suddenly decided to rush to my face and turn me red as a Pomeg berry. I nervously rubbed my face and moaned desperately. I told him in a quiet whisper that I kissed him.
"Pardon?" I pressed my hands against my face and told him again, this time mumbled.
"Steven, I can't understand you at all, just tell me already." Wallace seemed slightly irritated and tired at this point.
"I kissed him! There, are you happy? I just couldn't gather the willpower to stop myself at the time; and now look at me! I ruined everything! He'll never talk to me again and I gave away my first kiss! Worse than that, he'll run home and tell his family or the cops and I'll be fired or arrested. Do you have any idea what would happen to a man like me in jail? Bad things." Wallace stopped me abruptly with a hand over my mouth.
"Honey, you need to calm down. Kisses are special. They are a sign of loving affection, and you wanted to show him some compassion. Plus you have feelings for him, how could you not at the time? Quite frankly Steven, that probably wasn't his first kiss anyway- and he even likes guys. Don't be too sure that the kid doesn't understand your intentions." I gasped from behind his palm.
"But what if-" I was silenced this time by some scolding 'aat aat's
"Pumpkin, drink your chamomile and relax. Even if it's not what you wanted there's nothing that you can do about it now but move forward. You'll both be fine, just get yourself together for now." Wallace stared at me firmly to make sure he got the message across. I sipped my warm tea and nodded in agreement. He was right, I could only move on from here and see how he handled things. Wallace smiled warmly at me and finished off his tea, leaning back in his chair.
"That's enough serious talk for one night though. I'm absolutely giga-drained. So once you finish your tea sweetie, go take a shower and I'll help get you settled in the living room; you can borrow a pair of clean clothes. I don't want you flying home so late at night; it would be dangerous." He smiled kindly and kissed my forehead as he stood up to wash his dishes. This man treated me with more sincerity and care than my own mother.
No wonder he was my best friend.
So the next chapter is going to be dramatic...like...REALLY DRAMATIC
...when I get around to writing it :3
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