.::Chapter 1::.
I frowned, staring at the celing of my room, thinking about what happened yesterday.
"So, what was I like?" Lyxxi smiled at me, genuinly curious.
"You were just like you were now. Sweet, happy, and cheerful."
"What was my favorite color?" She tilted her head.
"It was red, actually. You liked a guy from a show with red hair..." I chuckled at the thought.
"Ew. Red's ugly. I like purple better!"
I sighed. Why must she be so tempting? I wish it was time to visit her, so I could talk to her more...
You love her... A voice in my head said.
Damn straight! I snapped at the voice.
But you're lying to her... The voice sounded smug.
I have no choice... I shook my head. Why were voices in my head taunting me now?
I sighed, getting up. Oh. Wait, my parents are making dinner... Whatever.
I walked down the stairs, and turned the corner that lead straight into the kitchen. It wasn't too big, or too tiny. It was a perfect size for two to three people to fit in.
"Loud bitch..." My father mumbed, glaring at my mother.
"Shut up!" She snapped.
"Can you both shut up for once?" I glared at both of them, which made them stare at me.
"Sorry..." My father mumbled, walking out of the kitchen.
"What's going on?" My mother faked a smile at me.
"...Nothing?" I shrugged.
"You hungry?" She tilted her head.
"...When are we going to see Lyxxi?" I asked, trying to sound innocent.
"Blake. Calm down. I know you're excited, but Lyxxi needs to have some time before she can be released."
"Well, when can me and her go on an adventure?" I really wanted my pokemon, and it'd be pretty awesome if Lyxxi could get one too.
"She needs a year or so to adjust..."
"What? A year?"
"Maybe two or three."
"...Fine..."
I walked out of the kitchen, only to bump into my father. I glared up at him. His plum hair, just like mine, hung down near his shoulders.
"Hey! Watch where you're going squirt."
"I told you not to call me that..."
"I overheard you asking about Lyxxi. You like her?"
I frowned, blushing faintly.
"So you do!"
"No..."
"Whatever. Go to your room."
"Why?" I glared up at my father.
"To get ready to visit her!"
I smirked.
"Okay..."
I never got ready so fast in my life.
