Thank you, person who reviewed. Here we go. And I do not own Pokémon. Never have, never will, unless I get that mind control device working again…
"Mom, I hate green!"
"But it's a lovely color!"
"Mom, you don't paint closets. Not unless you're OCD."
"Are you suggesting-"
"Mom, c'mon. Who the hell paints a closet?"
"Well, I am. Now, if you're going to be irritating, go outside." Adria's mother pointed to the door.
Adria stomped out, deciding to let Sakura out. The Cyndaquil snuffled at some pink flowers idly, while Adria sat down and put her face in her hands.
"Ah, hello again." She looked up.
Birch was standing a few feet away, smiling at her.
"Hey." Adria looked back at Sakura, who hid behind her.
"I thought you didn't have a Pokémon of your own?" Birch asked, looking at Sakura, who hid further behind Adria.
"I just got her after I saved you." Adria patted Sakura's head reassuringly and recalled her. "What did you want?"
"Oh, well, you know the Mudkip you saved me with?" Birch seemed to despise the words 'Saved me', but continued. "He won't shut up about how beautiful you are and keeps popping out of his Pokèball to annoy me."
"Has the Mudkip ever gotten dropped on his head?" Adria asked, secretly wondering how anyone but her mother would think she was even decently attractive.
"No. Why?" Birch seemed to be thinking the same thing.
"Huh? Oh, nevermind." Adria's eyes strayed too the Pokèball in the professor's hand. Could it be-?
"Well, since he annoys me- Ahem. Since he seems to want to be with you, I want you to have this Mudkip." Birch held out the Pokèball to Adria.
"Are you fricking serious?" Adria asked, taking the Pokèball and staring at it.
"Yes. You may keep him, now I need to go check on an experiment of mine-" Birch turned around to see a teenage girl with long blonde hair glaring at him. "Oh. Hello, sweetie…"
"Daddy, why'd you give that girl a Pokémon?" The girl whined, tossing her hair angrily. She looked slightly older than Adria, but not by much. She was wearing very expensive clothes, and had at least three piercings in each of her ears.
"'That girl' has a name." Adria muttered.
"Oh, shut up." The blonde girl snapped at Adria. Turning back to Birch, who looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the world but here, she whined. "You were gonna give me all three of them. You promised."
"Melanie, I have another Mudkip I can give you-"
"You promised!" She shouted, tears pouring out of her eyes as she stamped her foot.
Adria was fighting a maniacal desire to laugh. Here this girl was, probably older than she herself was, bawling her eyes out over a mentally ill Mudkip. And annoying as hell.
"Sweetie, daddy has more Mudkips I can give you! I'll give you a Skitty too, how's that sound?" Birch was turning red, and even as his daughter brightened at the mention of a Skitty, looked like he wanted to fling himself off a cliff.
"Umm, I should go, right?" Adria had difficulty speaking without giggling.
"Yes. Tell your mother I said hello." Birch was sweating copiously, and Adria couldn't blame him. She dashed back into her house, up the stairs into her room, closed the door, flung herself on the bed and tried very hard to go to sleep.
It didn't work for a while, as sunlight was streaming into her room as it descended into reddish gold clouds.
Eventually, she closed her eyes and let sleep wash over her.
Sorry if it's short. And, I did take a Mary Sue test for Adria and got a three. And that's only because of the talking Mudkip.
BTW, Birch has two daughters. One is Melanie, the other is Mary, who is a bratty little girl.
We meet Shady in the next chapter, and Adria gets a Pikachu. Happy happy.
