Now that I had time away from home, I got to finding a legit plot that worked for this story.

So, expect upcoming awesome things in the future chapters and a lot more sense to go with it!

I changed Maia's Pokemon team, so prepared to be AMAZED, and I'm also trying to be true to the first few chapters of the first version of TBDPT by still interpreting Roy's hat in and Ivey's constant blabbering and annoyingness.

Enough of my own blabbering and enjoy!

The Blatant Disregard of a Pokémon Trainer v2

Mother a contest champion. Father a famous photographer. What will she do to get away from all the criticizing and all the skepticism? Join the rebellion! Become a Pokémon trainer.

I try to stay out of trouble all the time. But it's not my fault! My mouth can't shut up to save its life! It's almost like a bad habit, one that won't go away no matter what I try to do. I feel really bad for my friends, since they have to put up with me as I go on my journey to become a Pokémon Master.

002. Misunderstandings.

Something you should know about me, I get carried away way too easily.

"That was my boyfriend." Alyson called back the next day, already feeling better. "He's protective so the second something happens to me, he goes all evil meanie on everyone else."

"You're kidding." I hissed in the phone, feeling myself slowly slipping into hysterics this time.

"Nope! He's a real sweetie!" I heard her giggling before saying something to someone behind her. She laughed a bit louder before speaking back to me, "I hope he didn't freak you out."

"Freak me out?" I scoffed with exaggeration, "As if! I only thought you were kidnapped, ran over to Professor Oak's, demanded I get my Pokémon hours early, packed my bag to the max, and paced my room a thousand times, thinking of ways to save you tomorrow—well today now—and barely got any sleep."

She laughed at me. "You're so silly! I wouldn't get kidnapped!"

I scowled into the phone. "I don't know, your boyfriend sure sounded evil."

"Yeah, well, he is not." Was her oh-so great response. "But who cares! Tell me about your new Pokémon!"

My frown instantly turned upside down, "Here! I'll pass you to him!"

"YAY!" She practically yelled in my ear. "Gimme gimme gimme gimme!"

"Hold on…" I took the phone away from my ear (mostly to ignore her pestering) and peered around the room, "Spyk? Where are you?"

"Pi?" A tiny little yellow face appeared near my foot, from under my bed. He latched onto my pant leg and scampered up to my arm, tilting his head in confusion when he stopped on my elbow. "Pi?"

"My sister wants to speak with you…" I told him, extending the phone to his ear. He gave another peep of confusion, only to flinch in surprise when my sister started blabbering excitedly at him in a way that sounded like a huge jumble of words. He shrieked and swatted at the phone like it was going to eat him if he didn't.

I quickly took the phone back. "Shuddup you! Clearly you can't make sense enough for my pichu to understand you…"

Her senseless chattering instantly stopped. "A pichu?"

Said Pokémon started sniffing my hair for some reason. "Um, yeah?"

"How odd…" I heard the flipping of pages. She must be looking in one of her books. "I didn't think you could catch pichus in Kanto. Do you think Professor Oak bred some pikachus?"

I inched my hair away from my Pokémon. He was sniffing it way too much. "How would I know? I barely understand what goes on in his head, let alone the stuff he does in his spare time…"

Spyk took a bite of my hair.

"Hey! Let go!" I hissed, whipping my hair back and forth to free it. The yellow mouse squeaked in surprise and ended up falling back on my bed with a small bounce (which he giggled at in amusement). I scowled down at him. "Don't eat my hair!"

"Pii!" He squealed, completely ignoring me as he started to bounce on my bed. I rolled my eyes and dropped into my desk chair in exasperation.

"You sound like such a mom." Alyson sneered in my ear. "Welcome to the club."

"Thaankss…" I mumbled somewhat sarcastically, gluing my eyes to my Pokémon to make sure he won't suddenly feel like knocking over one of my bamboo plants. "I feel so better."

"When are you leaving home?" She chirped, changing the subject to something lighter. She was good at that, no matter the time and area.

"Um, after lunch, I think." I glanced to the top of my face as if I was digging into my own brain. "Whenever I can sneak away."

"Mom and dad don't know you're leaving?"

"They do." I spun around in my chair and kicked my bag distractedly. "But you know them—they'll probably change their minds at the last second and keep me locked in here forever."

"They don't—" She started to argue, but her voice stopped short. "Oh right, they tried to keep me stuck at home too. Duh! I almost forgot why I never come to visit you guys anymore!"

"Pretty much." I dropped my face on my desk, ignoring my uncomfortable nose, as I groaned in displeasure. "I don't know, shouldn't I feel happy that I'm leaving?"

"You're probably feeling anxious." She dismissed me. "Make sure to bring your Pokégear, okay?"

"Yeah, yeah," I looked back at my bag, "It's in my bag."

"Good." I could hear her grinning. "I'm gonna call you every day!"

"Jeez, it's as if you're my mom—" A really loud crashing noise exploded behind me and gave me a start. "What was that?!" I whirled around in my chair and noticed the very sheepish Spyk ducking to hide behind my feet. I glanced down at him. "What did you do?"

"Piiichhuuu…" He mumbled, eyes locked on something near the window. With a sigh, I got up and looked over, spotting my newly-destroyed alarm clock standing there, well, destroyed.

MY ALARM CLOCK? HOW DARE HE DESTROY MY—

Wait.

I'm leaving today.

I don't even need it anymore!

"It's okay!" I beamed at Spyk, scaring him since it's probably the first genuine (sort of) smile I gave him ever since I met him. That's not my fault though—he wouldn't stop shocking me every time I tried to hug him! "I won't need it ever again!"

"What?" Alyson asked in confusion on the other side of the phone, clearly not following.

"He destroyed my alarm clock," I flopped on my bed but kept an eye on my Pokémon.

"Aww! How cute!" She cooed, disregarding the fact that he was probably going to destroy my room within a few minutes.

"I guess so…" I mumbled, sticking out my foot to catch Spyk before he fell. "He's such a kid. He keeps running everywhere and making a mess."

Alyson just had to point out the obvious, "He is a baby Pokémon."

"Shut up you. I'm trying to complain here."

"Oh boo-hoo. Getting a Pokémon is such a pain."

"Finally! Someone understands!" I wailed, flailing my arms and accidently smacking something. With a glance at what it was, I didn't really feel bad for hitting Spyk, more curious than anything. "When did you get there?"

"Pi!" He exclaimed in disdain, sending me a shock so that I'd learn my lesson. I yelped as I sizzled, getting all frazzled afterwards. I still wasn't used to the attacks. Were Pokémon even allowed to attack their own trainers? Isn't it the same as trainers not attacking their Pokémon?

"Sorry about that—" I lifted my phone back to my ear, expecting Alyson to be chattering in my ear and yelling at me for being able to hear me being cooked alive. But no. There was dead silence. I double checked before sending Spyk an evil look, "You killed my phone!"

"Chu?" He dared feign innocence and tilted his head as if he were an angel.

"Yes you!"

He shrugged.

That infuriated me more.

"Look here you!" I tossed the now-ruined-phone-forever over my shoulder and pointed at him. "If this is going to work, there's going to be rules, okay?" I don't know why I was asking permission, seeing as I was going to enforce them. "Rule number one: no electrocuting me or any of my things! In return, I won't squish you, smack you, hurt you, or harm you in any way other than Pokémon battles. Got it?" I got a nod. Growing a Pokémon team was totally going to be easier than raising a pet. Totally. "Rule number two: no causing trouble for anyone! And I mean using your awesome Pokémon skills by pranking other people—don't look at me like that, I know you're the one who shorted the hairdryer and almost gave my mom an anxiety attack." Contrary to my words though, I accepted a high-five for that little event. "And in return, I guess I won't cause any trouble for you if you want to train or hang out or do stuff with your fellow Poké-friends." He lit up at the idea of hanging with other Pokémon. Aww, if only he knew that his only friends were going to be his fellow teammates! "Rule number three: behave and do as I say! I do not want to be humiliated or even lose a battle because you think it'd be funny to see me freak out! No doing that, got it? In return I'll…" Shoot, what other things did Pokémon like? "…hug you forever?" I got a glare. That was a no. "Uh… actually take care of you and apply first aid and run to the Pokémon center like the Devil's on my heels whenever you get hurt?" He didn't look convinced, but nodded nonetheless. Whew, that's taken care of. Now, what else did parents worry about when they had unruly children? 'Clean your room!' 'Don't sneak out!' 'Eat your vegetables!' 'Stop walking all over your neighbor's plants!' 'Don't use the hose as a skipping rope!' 'Don't poke me ever again!' I was running out of ideas. "I'll come up with more later, but for now, those are the basics!" I'll probably need to write them down too, while I was at it.

"Oh! Also!" I realized at the right moment, right after I had everything jotted down in a random notepad that I would tuck into one of the pockets of my bag afterwards. "Failure to follow these rules would mean some form of punishment and confinement to your Pokéball!" I quickly whirled around and made sure Spyk understood this by giving him a stern stare. Though there wasn't much of a point, seeing as he had somehow fallen asleep in my moment of contemplation and writing.

Besides, there wasn't much of a need for these rules. It's more for control over him. As long as he didn't misbehave too much, it was all good. And I can say that because sometimes I'll need to misbehave too, and then I'll need him as my accomplice. But he doesn't need to know that right now.

Well, that's what I thought, until two hours later when we finally got to leaving the house (I ended up sneaking out of the house after all, since mom changed her mind once again) and into the forest.

Clearly, my rules weren't detailed enough.

"Spyk, NO!" It took five minutes of sprinting after him to finally snatch him away from the pidgey he's been chasing. I flicked his nose and he scrunched up his face in distaste. "I told you no!" He started growling at me, ready to unleash another thundershock to get me to let go, but I quickly flicked his nose again to stop him. "Do you want to go back to your Pokéball?" I inched my intruding finger closer to his face and he flattened his ears against his head and whined. I wiggled him a little and he stayed quiet, opting to stay submissive. "Are you going to behave?" I lifted him to my face and he quickly looked away. Eh, it was good enough.

I gently released my grip on him and he scurried over to my shoulder, choosing to chill there. Probably just to kiss up, but I didn't mind.

It was the perfect time to work on a plan. I had time, since I was in a giant forest and the sun was slowly lowering for the night. I stopped to set up camp between these two close normal looking logs and pulled out my Kanto map. Spyk was instantly curled up on top of my bag the second I dropped it to the ground. He was so weird. Anywho, I, although born in Kanto, had a huge thing about the region of Hoenn. It had way more cities than any other region, plus it had Slateport, the perfect place for an epic vacation, the desert on Route 111, for epic sandy discoveries, Meteor Falls, for epic scientific researchness, and all those epic must-see sightseeing locations. But my main reason, the why to my whole adventure, is because of the region's Pacifidlog Town, a town rumored to float on top of a corsola colony and rumored to be near Mirage Island.

Two things I must see and find for myself.

"Alright…" I stared at the map for a long while. "We're here," I pointed to some flora just above Viridian, my home town, "in Viridian Forest. We need to get all the way over here," I moved my finger over to Vermilion, "If we want to get on a ship and move to Hoenn. That's bound to take at least…." I counted half a week through the forest and an actual full week of getting lost in the mountain, plus another half week of trekking down from Cerulean to Vermilion. "…two weeks. Aw man! That's gonna take forever!"

"Pichu…" Spyk tapped at the mountain area with what sounded like a moan. I had to agree with him.

"I know, it sucks that we have to go through Mt. Moon. If you find another way around it, let me know. I'll gladly go for it."

Rock and ground types were a no go in our case. With the strong defense they were bound to have, it's a wise choice on our part that we have running away safely down perfectly. Besides, who would feel safe entering a cave filled with trainers and Pokémon ready to crush you at any second? I do not want to be tripped a few thousand times because the geodudes still think it's funny to see travelers fall flat on their faces. Haven't they gotten tired of it yet? If only Spyk were a water Pokémon. We'd have sunken the place down already, like the two inch strawberry Sunday I want but can't have because it's too delicious for someone like me. I wish I were delicious.

"Why Hoenn?" A random voice decided to spook us on the spot.

I whirled around and spotted a girl that looked exactly like a Barbie, blond hair and all. She was looking unblinkingly back at me, blue eyes wide and bordering insane. "Excuse me?"

"I was eavesdropping." She shrugged like it was the most obvious thing in the world. "Why do you want to go to Hoenn?"

"None of your business," I whirled back to my business and made sure to give her the cold shoulder.

"But I wanna know!" She whined, suddenly popping up out of nowhere and into my face. Literally. I flinched and scooted away. She came closer and took a seat next to my bag. "Tell me!"

When Spyk didn't do anything about her being too close, I quickly yanked back my messenger bag back on and started leaving my beautiful camping spot. My pichu hissed in surprise but nevertheless hung on faithfully as I nearly sprinted from the area, waiting for me to stop moving before he would get comfy.

Now, I wasn't antisocial or anything, but this girl was way too in my face. To make it worse, she seemed to be older than I was by a few years, and that was saying something.

"Please!" She yelled at my retreating back, almost pleading. "I'm lost and I just need someone to talk to!"

Don't look. Don't look. Don't look! I chastised myself, knowing that if I turned around to look at her, I'd feel guilty enough and actually sit right back down and answer all her questions. So I made a run for it. There was no need to dawdle too much in this forest anyway. I wanted out and this chick wasn't going to keep me here any longer than I had to. I was just simply going to get out of here sooner than I had planned.

"Yo trainer!" She changed her attempt drastically, pulling off being rude. "You met my eye! Let's battle!"

I kept on going, pulling Spyk into my arms. "No way!"

I heard her get up and stomp her foot. "It's a rule! You have to!"

Psh. Who actually cares about rules? "I'm a rule breaker!"

"N-not fair!" She shrieked loudly and kept stomping her foot as if it could summon up an earthquake and take me down in an instant. Fortunately for me, she wasn't a graveler. "We're supposed to battle!"

"Don't think so!" The second I was hidden by some foliage, I ran for it, nearly tripping and ruining some couple's picnic and eating a mouthful of dirt. "Sorry!" They only looked shocked that there was actually someone else in this forest besides them. I spotted the male mouth the word 'battle' excitedly and quickly hightailed it around a corner and into a large bush plant before he too could urge me for a battle. I had to be safe here. I did not want to battle some insane trainers who take it to some weird extreme, probably thinking that it could be the cure for cancer. I glanced down in my arms, glad to see that Spyk had stayed there during the whole thing and was still safe. I did not want that weird little girl to take him hostage, that's for sure. Of course, I hadn't realized that I wasn't alone yet. But this was actually a good thing. If it weren't for the fact that I had jumped into this particular bush and met this person, I would've never been pushed as far as I thought I would.

"Hi there!"

"SON OF A—" Surprised out of my wits, I whipped my hand out and slapped whoever it was that thought surprising me was a good thing.

"Ouch!" The poor boy grabbed his cheek and pouted at me. Spyk giggled in amusement in my arms. "I just wanted to say hi!"

"Not if you keep sneaking up on people," Though, if I look at him now, he was actually right next to me in the bush, so maybe I was the one in his hiding spot? Whichever. Girl pride came first. "Where the heck did you come from?"

"Well, my mom wasn't really in the mood for marrying someone and she actually thought that she would live alone and have a bazillion skittys—" He took the question quite a bit too seriously, if I do say so myself. I had to stop him, quick. I don't think I want to know some random stranger's life story.

"Dude, stop. Not what I meant."

For some odd reason, he looked pretty surprised. "Oh. Sorry."

"It's all good." I looked him over. He didn't seem much like the awkward type, but like an actual trainer (unlike me) with a neat jacket, some sleek pants, a solid backpack, and cool hat. My eyes locked on the red and white accessory. It looked good and comfy, plus it was eye catching and had the little Pokéball insignia that I always wanted on my clothes. "Nice hat. Where'd you get it?"

He pulled if off his head, revealing cute short red hair that went well with the shape of his face. It also gave some contrast to his dark eyes, making them stand out a lot more. "This?" He waved it around like it was nothing. "You can have it if you want."

I waved him away, "No way. That's your hat."

"No really…" He leaned closer and peered at my face. I flushed and backed away, totally not used to having someone so cute so close to my face. He caught my brown eyes with his and held them in place, gazing into me as if I held the answer to something. I looked back nervously, trying not to seem too bold. I was no good with boys. I was always became so nervous and too quiet, which, in turn, made them worry that I had something planned for them up my sleeve. And I didn't! I was just… shy. Yeah, that's it. Shy. But with this odd boy whom I didn't know it was different. There was something about him, maybe his posture or his attitude or his look, that seemed familiar, as if I've known him forever yet I knew I hadn't. I didn't have many friends as a child, scaring them away when all I could think about was create trouble. The parents refused for them to play with me, leaving me a loner the rest of my years, even as the children grew a mind of their own.

"Roy! Where are you?" A female voice echoed some distance away and he instantly spun away in surprise. I released the breath I was holding and ignored the small feeling of disappointment in my chest, watching him shuffle out of our hiding spot and dust off his pants. The back of his head gave me a flash of something and I quickly followed him out, grabbing onto his sleeve so that he wouldn't leave right away.

"Hmm?" He turned to me in confusion but then an idea popped into his head before I could say something, "Oh! Right!" And then he dropped his baseball cap onto the crown of my head and promptly fled the area. "See you later!"

My eyes widened in surprise and I gripped the item, staying silent as I inwardly yelled at him to run right back and take it back into his possession. That was so not planned. He was supposed to tell me why he felt so familiar to me, not give me his awesome hat! Though his hat is really awesome and comfy… no! Wait! I'm not supposed to have someone else's hat! I'll have to hold onto it until I can see him again… though that would be hard considering that I'd be traveling all the way to Hoenn and away from here.

"Pi-pi!" Spyk squealed, bouncing up from my arms to sit on my new hat and hug it. I found this super odd, since he hadn't been really attached to anything since I met him, only sitting on my bag, nothing more. He was behaving differently than normal, even sliding inside the hat to wear it himself on top of my head. The second he chose to run off with it, I was instantly on his tail, following him down a few random trails to catch him. It was hard too! I had two feet and he was well equipped with his four paws, but I had a bit of an advantage over him: the baseball cap was way too big for him and easily blocked his sight of the world. When he finally ran straight into a tree and knocked himself out cold, I laughed and put back on the hat, calling him into his Pokéball for a rest (not that he needed it).

"Oh!" The ever feared, high-pitched voice of Barbie Girl suddenly chirped right next to me. "I finally found you!"

I resisted the urge to slam my face against the tree knock myself into the world of the dreaming too.

I should've just stayed in the bush.