Michaels POV
"Hi Dad!" Michael shouted as his Dad pulled into the driveway.
Michael lived in a small neighborhood about twenty miles from the large city, so it always took his dad twenty-five minutes or so to get home from that fancy Pokémon company he worked at.
Michael's home was nothing special; two story with a deck and garage. It looked like the bare minimum you could get on a house, and with plain brownish color of the house, it certainly fit. The driveway meandered up to garage in an indirect path, herded there by the grass. The house was clean, next to spotless in fact, but the windows were fogged and hard to see through, making it difficult to tell if the house was old or new.
Michael and his three other friends approached his dad. His dad was about five foot seven, with brown hair, green eyes, and pale skin. Given he spends most of his time in his lab, brewing healing items for pokémon; he doesn't get out in the sun much. Michael's dad was wearing a pair of black pants, a gray shirt, and a white lab coat.
"Hi son." Michael's dad replied, a big smile on his face.
"Where are you and your friends taking my car exactly?" he inquired.
"We are going to go a pokémon tournament in the city stadium," Michael replied. Never once did the smile leave his dad's face as Michael told him this.
"Okay, have fun! And all of you be careful!" Michael inwardly groaned as his dad said this. His dad was awesome, but overprotective at times. Michael gave his dad a wave as his friends gave their somewhat stilted goodbyes, and they all piled into the car, Michael getting in the driver's seat.
Michael was seventeen, with brown hair like his dad, tanner skin, due to getting more sun time. Though Michael had brown eyes instead of green, which his dad had said they came from his mom.
Michael did not recall his mother for she had died when he was four. She had died from a horrible illness, as his dad had said. Michael himself is willing to take a joke here and there as well as give one out, but he was serious when need be, and made sure to do decent in school. He also made sure to avoid shady areas, for he wouldn't risk going through a place like that with his friends, even if it were quicker; he didn't want his friends to get hurt.
A present from his dad, Michael wore a red hoodie with a green M engraved on the back of it. The hoodie was Michaels absolute favorite thing to wear, given it had been a present from his dad years prior. It still fit fine to this day, due to it being a bit too big when it was received. Michael was also wearing a pair of old, blue jeans, which were worn and torn after years of use.
Danny was sixteen, with blonde hair, overly tanned skin, due to him being outside all the time, riding his skateboard. He has blue eyes and a carefree smirk on his face at almost all times. Needless to say, school was not his top priority; passing at the barest minimum, and never trying to do better. He was cool with anything. He would get a manicure with the girls if they asked him too. However, threaten one of his friends and he practically became a freaking Machamp. Beating the tar out of whoever did the threatening
Danny was wearing a black tee shirt with a Pikachu on the back. He also had a red ball cap on that resembled Charmander's face. But best of all, his jeans had pockets shaped like Pokéballs. Needless to say, he loved Pokémon.
Rachael was seventeen with short, black hair, hazel eyes, and skin more pale than Michael's dad. If Michael had to describe her in one word, it would be nerd. She spent most of her time reading or studying. She made sure she got straight A's. She would kidnap an Eevee to get an A- if she had too. Also, it is a horrible idea to doubt her conclusions when she is trying to solve something. However, she was a good friend and willing to exaggerate her massive ego as a joke.
Rachael was wearing a red shirt with an "R" printed where her heart is, a gray skirt, and some glasses for she was nearsighted. Overall, she looked intelligent. Like the kind of person you don't want to face in a spelling bee.
Last is Hannah. She is sixteen and can easily kick all of our butts if she wanted too. She has long, red hair, gray eyes, and ever so slightly tanned skin. She is extremely docile, so taking her out to prank somebody is a bad idea. We've tried. She always does her best to follow instructions and do well, but when she does mess, up, she exaggerates the severity of her mistakes, making it seem like the apocalypse was coming whenever she broke something. She is cool, but don't go saying the wrong thing to her for you will earn a prompt smack to the face.
Hanna was wearing her favorite shirt: A long-sleeved yellow shirt with the outline of a Pikachu head on it. She had on a pair of blue jeans, as well as a belt overly bedazzled, as she stated it, with sequins. She also had adorned herself in jewelry, such as a necklace, earrings, and several bracelets. No matter what she had on, she had to have some jewelry on with it. She could be wearing pajamas, but would have at least a bracelet on with it.
After driving for several minutes in silence, they began having a friendly argument. "Who do you think will win, Michael?" Hannah asked, "The trainer with the Garchomp, or the trainer with the Weavile?"
"Probably the one with the Weavile," Rachael answered for me, "Statistically speaking, the Garchomp has more brute force, but also a huge disadvantage to ice. While the Weavile is faster and capable of dodging easier." She finished.
"I didn't ask you!" Hannah protested
"You never do," Rachael responded with a smile.
"That's because we know better than to disagree with you." Michael pointed out.
"Yeah, telling you that the Garchomp will win, because it will; it's practically a death wish," Danny gave a slight smirk. "So obviously, those words will never, ever leave my mouth, no matter how true they are." he finished.
"You won't when I'm done with you!" Rachael vowed as she began to repeatedly punch Danny, Hannah and Michael laughing at the horseplay. Michael frowned, for traffic was moving slow. Michael and Hannah mostly entertained themselves by listening in on the ridiculous banter going on between Danny and Rachael. Danny managed to keep Rachael agitated towards him for a solid fifteen minutes, probably trying to kill time, in his own strange way. Rachael and Danny's banter died soon after fifteen-minute mark, Rachael frowning in impatience, Danny repeatedly tapping his fingers on the car door.
"Jeez, I'm hungry… looks like we're gonna be here a while." Danny remarked.
"Let me see if we have any snacks," Michael began feeling around the bottom of the car with one of his hands. "Sometimes, Dad leaves some food that doesn't need to be preserved in the car." Michael continued feeling about, hoping to find something for them to snack on.
"Ah! Here we go! Oran Berries! Oran berries don't need to be preserved, so they're perfect." Michael exclaimed as he pulled up a bag of oran berries from underneath the driver's seat.
"Bleh! Oran berries! Gross! No thank you." Hannah declined.
"You don't like oran berries? Are you even human?" Rachael asked, aghast.
"Says the girl that has a better memory than an Alakazam's." They all shared a chuckle as Michael pulled three berries out of the dozen that were in the bag and gave two to his friends.
Michael bit into the tough skin of the berry; it was more of an apple than anything on the outside. He rolled the berry around in his mouth. It somehow managed to taste spicy, sour, and bitter all at once. The weird thing, however, was the juice. Oran berries aren't supposed to have as much juice as this one apparently had.
"Weird berry. Never tasted an oran berry quite like this one." Rachael commented.
"Yours too?" Danny asked.
"Mine tastes funny too."
"Yeah, oran berries usually never have this much juice and it tastes strange, at that."
"Bleh. Oran berries are Oran berries; they're all disgusting. I don't get why people or Pokémon love them at all." Hannah intervened, shaking her head and wrinkling her nose at the scent wafting from the berries.
"Just to be clear, you don't like oran berries? You haven't made that clear enough yet." Danny deadpanned sarcastically. Now Danny was given the death glare.
"They don't taste bad, just different." Michael clarified.
"Are you sure you don't want one, Hannah? There are still quite a few left." He offered, holding up the bag for her to take one.
"Ah, yeah, no thank you. I'll pass." She replied. At this point, traffic was moving again, and they were only a few minutes away from the stadium.
They arrived at the stadium, where after getting their tickets checked and grabbing a brochure on the competitors, they then went to the concessions stand. Michael got his favorite rawst berry smoothie, Rachael got a pecha berry shake, Hannah got some razz juice, and Danny got about fifteen oran berries.
"Hey Danny, got enough berries there?" Michael asked sarcastically.
"No, I will probably have to get more once the tournament starts." He replied with a deadpan expression. The other three gawked at him. They found their seats just as the tournament was starting. It wasn't a huge tournament, with only about eight competitors, but it was a blast either way. Michael and his friends cheered for their favorite trainers, but Rachael was the only one who desperately wanted her favorites to win. When the finals came around, as anticipated, it was the trainer with a Garchomp and the trainer with a Weavile remaining.
"The Garchomp is gonna win." Danny said with a sly smile. Michael chuckled. He knew Danny didn't really care who won. He was just teasing Rachael.
"Take that back!" Rachael demanded, giving Danny the death glare. "I know the Weavile will win! She has the obvious type advantage!"
"What makes you think it's not a dude?"
"Seriously Danny? Read the freaking brochure!"
"Hey, I'm not a book nerd like you!"
"Hey, it's starting!" Hannah exclaimed. They all watched the stadium, where the Garchomp and Weavile started going at each other, obeying the commands of their trainers.
Garchomp started by attacking with a dragon claw, slashing a glowing fin like someone would throw an uppercut, which the Weavile effortlessly dodged by jumping backwards, being she was considerably quicker than the Garchomp. The Weavile circled around the Garchomp, and spewed out an icy wind om her mouth, turning Garchomp's back fin a couple shades lighter from the sheer amount of frost. Garchomp was flung forward, where he then took advantage of the situation to use dig. Anticipating what was about to transpire, Weavile started to run around randomly to avoid getting hit by the burrowing Garchomp. Emerging from underground, the dragon began channeling a golden sphere of energy in his mouth, and with a roar of defiance, he shot that golden sphere straight into the sky. The golden sphere, after hitting maximum height, split into dozens of smaller spheres, which then began to fall as the dreaded draco meteor. After letting his devastating attack loose, Garchomp returned underground. The Weavile, despite her best efforts, Weavile was hit square on with one of the falling rocks as she ran around sporadically. She was knocked promptly to the ground. She struggled back up, and prepared to block Garchomp's next attack. The Garchomp came up from the ground, and used double team. About fifteen Garchomps surrounded the Weavile.
"That Weavile is in trouble." Hannah remarked.
"No kidding." Michael replied. Just then, the surrounded pokémon let out a high-pitch cry as a gray cloud appeared over the arena, not including where the trainers were standing, as huge chunks of ice began to fall from the sky. The hail pelted all the Garchomps, removing the fakes, leaving only one left. Now with the advantage, a powerful blizzard spewed from the cupped hands of the Weavile, the hail only making it more powerful. The super powered attack slammed into the Garchomp, sending him flying it to the other side of the arena. The Garchomp struggled up, as he let out a battle cry that echoed across the arena. A tornado of sand spiraled viciously spiraled around the land shark, blowing away any hail that tried to get near him. At her trainer's command, the Weavile dashed headstrong into the sandstorm, where the Weavile was no longer in sight.
The effects of both the weather attacks faded, as the Weavile was looking around, without a Garchomp to be seen. She frantically looked around, but realized what was coming too late, as the Garchomp shot out from the ground behind the Weavile, where while in midair, began to glow burgundy as black and red lightning sizzled around him. Dragon dance. Garchomp, now much faster and stronger, dove headfirst with in a diver position towards the Weavile. His outstretched fin then began to glow a bright white and extend considerably as he hit the Weavile right as she turned his way with a dragon claw to the chest. The Weavile, now with a huge scratch across her chest, tried to struggle back up as Garchomp hit her repeatedly with dragon claw. The Weavile tried to get back up one more time, but couldn't, and fainted.
"Weavile is unable to battle! Garchomp is the winner!" the referee shouted as the crowd broke out in cheers. Well, everybody except Rachael. She looked like someone just drowned her Dedenne.
"I told you Garchomp would win!" Danny said to Rachael. He made sure to stress that he was right, and Rachael was wrong.
"I-I… how did she lose?" Rachael asked, dumbfounded.
"Probably because of that speed and power boost at the end, oh, and Garchomp's trainer obviously used more strategy than the Weavile's." Hanna remarked as they got up and began to exit the stadium. The tournament was over, so no point in staying. They all piled into the car, Rachael looking like she was in utter shock. That is how big Rachael's ego is. If she takes a blow to it, she takes it hard.
"That was an awesome tournament. All those Pokémon were insanely powerful." Hannah remarked.
"Yeah. It's a good thing Pokémon are resilient. A human would be cut in two by a dragon claw like that." Michael replied.
"I-I-Lost…" Rachael stuttered, still befuddled. Danny chuckled.
"Come on, Rachael, I'm sure you'll kick my butt next time." He said, cheering her up a bit.
"True… you may have won this time, but none can stand up to the great Rachael and win twice!" She declared overdramatically. Everyone shared a laugh.
That was when Michael felt it; a weird tingling sensation in the back of his skull that somehow made him feel four times as happy. 'What was that?' he wondered. He dismissed it as being tired, as it was getting late. He was probably just delusional.
One-by-one, Michael dropped his friends off at their respective homes and returned to his own. He entered his home in a drowsy daze. His dad was already asleep, so he just went upstairs and immediately passed out on his bed.
Hey guy! Thanks so much for reading chapter 1 of my little story. I wonder what that little sensation was? Well its probably been guessed... because... well... I'm about as subtle as a gunshot. in a train-wreck. On a boat... Anyway! huge thanks to Aurorabeam Corporation, Hyperjade, Magic Ball, Rainbow Dash, Meloncake, and WesternFail. Sorry if those aren't your usernames, let me know if I mucked something huge thanks to Pigeoncracker, for he was the one who proofread my chapter, because well... he's awesome. Anywho, yes, i know i say it excessively, leave a review! they help alot! thanks for reading, and ill see you all later!