This is not an idealisticly good chapter.
But I liked this Idea too much not to use it.
Tell me what you think at the end.
Personally, I think that it's funny to see…
I've got to stop doing that.
Anyway, I need a small break from writing, yet again.
So if you feel the need call
National Suicide Hotline Number : 1-800-488-3000
If you are not comfortable enough to tell me the truth…
You are more than comfortable enough to tell me a lie…
"Mistress," Margret shouted out the window, "Jade's trying to escape!"
Jade's father overheard Margret's shouting and stood up to go and help his wife catch his daughter. He moved as quick as he could down the stairs. When he reached the back door, he passed by a small boy that looked like he was wearing a purple wig. He didn't think twice about it. His goal was to catch Jade, not Lou.
When Mr. Dolly reached the backyard he found his wife was still chasing Jade. Somehow she managed to keep her hood over her head and not trip over any of the rocky terrain. He stopped at the end of the deck as he saw his wife tackle Jade to the ground. The two of them landed face-down in the sand.
"I've got you now, Jade," Mrs. Dolly forced Jade to her feet.
"No you don't," the hooded figure squeaked.
"We just want what's best for you," Mr. Dolly stepped down the steps.
"I know Daddy," Lou's hood was ripped from his head.
"Lou," the Dolly's said together. They didn't have the mindset to register that Lou had mysteriously grown at least four years older.
"Now you're it," the older Lou laughed a little bit before he was forgotten almost entirely by his adoptive parents.
They ran back inside to catch Jade,
not thinking twice about why Lou was suddenly as tall as Jade,
nor who that smaller purple haired boy was…
"Hurry Margret," I shouted at her, throwing the Exeggcute in the car first, "Lou can't distract them for much longer."
"I know Miss Jade," Margret nodded, hurrying to the front of the town car.
"Wait for me," the purple haired child ran on all fours to get in the back with me, "you're not leaving me with those nutcase humans!"
"Quiet Paki," I hushed Paki who had crawled into the back seats. Margret then floored it to get out of there.
"Oh, I think that I'm goin-," Paki hurled.
I was disgusted at first, but I figured that it was worth suffering through to escape.
I rubbed Paki's back hoping to calm his nausea. Too bad that it didn't help in the least.
Meanwhile, across town…
It was Friday night. Uncle Smith had been looking forward to this all week long. It was his last date for a lifetime (literally) and he wasn't going to miss it for the world (not that he cared for the world, but you get the point). Monday's battle was for Jade's enjoyment, not his own. This should be routine for him; greet her at the door, compliment her dress, have dinner, make pointless conversation, take her home, kiss, then leave and never call her back. Tenma chuckled at the silliness of it all. Humans were such ridiculous creatures who easily fit into little routines such as this.
Tenma went through his list:
*bottle of champaign √
(To help calm her nerves. Should he unintentionally let something slip, she might be too drunk to take it seriously.)
*bouquet of roses √
(To flatter her with and make a great first impression.)
*fancy french chocolates √
(To fatten her up? No, keep her from ordering something really expensive at the restaurant.)
Personal items like:
*Wallet √
(filled with money and his ID. Can't be Tenma Smith without them.)
*Pocket watch √
(Not just a time piece. It contained an old photograph of "his grandfather" and family. An excellent conversation starter.)
*Pokéballs… √√√
Yep, everything that he'll need tonight. Just in case, he was also a few minutes late to pick her up. Believe it or not, this is considered as a curtsy. (Plus he found that females tend to be ready a little late to begin with.) He rang the doorbell, but he was greeted by a…
"(HEY, YOU! GET AWAY YOU INFERNAL SON OF A BOOT-LICKING SPITFIRE!"
Tenma hadn't been this shocked in a long time. No, not frightened, just "unexpectedly surprised". He wasn't able to keep a hold of everything he had. He made a split second decision to save the chocolates and as many of the flowers as he could. He heard the Jenny's fighting to get the Growlithe to stop barking. Tenma had now dropped the bottle of champaign and it shattered all over his shoes. Tenma only looked up when he heard the door slam shut.
"Oh, hello," Officer Jenny smiled at the sharply dressed man. She wore a shimmering blue dress with a white jacket vest that complimented her jewelry. Her blue purse was strapped over her left arm. It was hard to get out of the house without letting her partners attack her date. She took a couple of moments to fix her hair back into place.
"Bonjour Madamoseil…," Tenma paused when he realized that he didn't know what her last name was.
"Well, aren't you quite the charmer," she huffed, looking back at her pair of Growlithe, "I've never seen them so riled up before."
"These are for you," Tenma smiled when he realized that he didn't even need to use her first name.
He lifted the gifts up for her to take, but she didn't react like most of the girls he's dated before.
She smiled funny as she thanked him. She then left them on the stone stoop.
"Bye big sister," Jennie sang from the upper window, "Have fun on your daaate."
Jenny gave her sister a sharp look. Jennie had already slammed the window shut. Leaving Jenny to shift her death glare for her sister, into a pleasant (though clearly embarrassed) smile for her date.
"Sorry about that," Jenny laughed, "Sisters love to tease their siblings."
"I wouldn't know."
"I forgot, you don't have siblings," Jenny bowed, "I'm sorry."
"Don't be," Tenma frowned for a few moments, "I'm better off alone."
"Well, I wouldn't agree about that," Jenny took Smith by the arm, "I don't know what I'd do if Tarsa had killed my sister."
"I suppose that I'd want…," Smith stopped when he noticed that they had passed his car, "um, aren't we going to drive."
"I was thinking that we could walk there," Jenny sighed, "it's such a beautiful night."
"I don't know the night life always makes me uneasy," he lied, "you never know who you'll run into."
Jenny paused for a moment, this wasn't exactly the date that she dreamed about with the great Tenma Smith.
Though in her defense, neither was it for Tenma. She decided to tease him a little, just to lighten the mood.
"Oh, so there is something that the great Tenma Smith is afraid of," she hugged his arm, pulling him in close, "don't worry, you'll be safe so long as your with me."
…well, that's a new one… Tenma subconsciously laughed.
"So, Paki was it," Margret asked after things had calmed down, "where did you come from?"
"Daw fowrm," Paki could barely speak with his sore throat.
Paki had stopped vomiting a few minutes ago.
We figured that his nausea was calmed by him moving around inside the car instead of staying still.
The Tarsas were the opposite, they had to stay in place so that they wouldn't wind up in the mess that Paki had already made.
"Oh, so you must be friends with Tyrone Bondell," Margret smiled.
Of course, Paki wouldn't know Tyrone by his name, but he nodded anyway.
"Glad to hear that you've made so many new friends," Margret smiled, "I can barely keep up with how many you've made so far."
"Truthfully, so can I," I laughed.
"Friends?"
"Go with it or else," I threatened Paki under my breath.
"Yes ma'am," Paki squeaked.
"Besides we're taking you home now," I continued to whisper to him, "keep quiet and you'll be free to go."
"Well, this is," Tenma wasn't sure which line to use, "unexpected-ly, quaint."
"Sorry, I figured that you've been to every fancy restaurant in town."
"I have, but here," Tenma tilted his head at the place in question, "I've never heard of this place."
Tenma tried to read the sign above the door. He knew how to read and write, but most of it was regurgitated information than actual knowledge. He only learned in the last decade how important actually learning was. At the moment he only knew the absolute basics.
"Caffy Pokestair," Tenma guessed.
"Café PokéStar," Jenny smiled as she read the sign out loud, "they have the best coffee and karaoke."
Jenny didn't seem to noticed that Tenma had mispronounced the name. This relieved Tenma a little.
"If you want to go somewhere else…," Jenny was about to suggest.
"No, it's just that most women I meet want to go to places like Baie Abriko or Gonar Gardens."
"I'd never be able to afford something like that," Jenny stated, "besides I can't even read their menu."
…Well, at least I could have read theirs…
"If you're uncomfortable we can go somewhere else," Jenny offered.
"What kind of host would I be if I did that?"
"Host? Is this your first time on an actual date?"
"Pardon me?"
"I don't want to be served hand and foot," Jenny smiled at me, "I just want to have some coffee with you."
"That sounds wonderful," Tenma lied again, he hated coffee.
"I can smell it," Paki continued to move back and forth, "I'm home, aren't I?"
"We're almost there," I nodded, "but it will be a few minutes until we get to where you live."
"(We'll miss you Paki.)," the Tarsa's stated together.
"Miss me?"
"Well yeah, we… Hold on a second," I took a moment to close the window and turn off the intercom, "we couldn't have escaped without your help."
"Wait, why aren't you going to stay," Paki stood in the middle of the car, "isn't that why you ran away to begin with?"
"Sure, but as soon as I change you back, you'll be free to go."
"Just like that?"
"Just like that," I nodded.
Paki was about to say something else when he felt the need to vomit and started pacing the car again.
"And so I said to the guy…," Jenny's story was interrupted by Tenma's phone ringing.
They both paused as Tenma looked at the caller ID.
"Excuse me, I have to take this," Tenma removed himself from the table, "What do you want, Third?"
"What's with that tone of voice," Bisha stated, "you know better than to do that."
"Well, you should know better than to call me while I'm on a date."
"Yes, but there's been some strange happenings with Milkshake."
"Look, Third," Tenma rubbed his temples, "I don't care what that little Torchic is doing."
"Don't make me angry Tenma."
"If you give me a heart attack now Third, it will be in front of Officer Jenny," Tenma warned him, "so you better listen to me for once."
Principal Bisha left a moment of silence on the other end.
"Whatever issue you have with Milkshake was caught on tape," Tenma reviewed, "so whatever paranoia that you have with that damn bird can wait until after my date. Until then, just deal with it and let me enjoy myself."
Tenma didn't give Bisha a chance to respond as he hung up the phone.
To make certain that Bisha wouldn't be calling again, he turned it off.
Tenma then returned to the counter. "I'm sorry about that," Tenma groaned as elegantly as he could, "my boss has become paranoid lately."
When we got out of the car, Paki took measures to settle his stomach. He sniffed around for something quick to eat.
The Tarsa took the time to assist Paki. Margret went to work at getting rid of the mess in the car.
I quickly knocked on the door to the neighbor's house. Sara was the one who answered the door.
"Hello Jade," Sara smiled, "pleasant seeing you here."
"Sara, where's Tyrone."
"He's out with his… Grandfather," Sara whispered the last part, signaling the people (that they were staying with) were not far inside, "is something wrong?"
"I…," I felt light headed all of a sudden. The last thing that I remember was a white flash and the wooden floor.
This was by far the most spontaneous dates I have ever been on. This particular human was not at all like the other women that I had dated. She was not whooed by any fancy gifts and she would not stop talking for five minutes. Don't get me wrong, I enjoyed the date. It just caught me off guard is all. The rest of the night we went to random places doing random things. She wouldn't let me buy anything for her. I almost resorted to begging her like a dog Pokémon (if not at least as a joke.). I even told her a few stories myself. Now it was late and I had to get her home. Currently, we were laughing at a joke she stated. Something about three nuns and a bar. I didn't quite get it, but I found that laughing would be less awkward.
"I had fun tonight," Jenny smiled as we stopped by my car. (Seeing as though, dropping her off at her house was not an option.)
"Yeah I…," I looked down at her hand to see if she was fiddling with her keys. Which was silly of me, since she was dropping me off, "I did too."
For the first time, I meant it. The date was strange, but enjoyable compared to my air-headed dates past.
I actually had an intelligent conversation with her and some not so intelligent. Mostly started by me…
"I guess this is where I should be going," I fiddled to find my car key.
"Good luck on your battle Monday," she held my hand.
…Now is my chance…
…now is the moment, right?…
…I mean, Jenny isn't an average girl that would…
…Aw, hell with it…
I stepped in closer to Jenny and kissed her.
She was hesitant at first, but she kissed me back.
Just like any other girl I had dated…
but she didn't shutter like the others would.
We stopped almost as suddenly as we began.
It was time to part.
I had to say something…
"Good night, Benny," I smiled.
If only that wasn't it…
"Benny," Jenny stepped back for a moment, "My name is Jenny."
"That's what I said," it didn't register in my mind that I had said anything else.
Jenny stood there for a few seconds, staring at me.
Surely, if I had made the mistake of calling her by the wrong name she would have cried, screamed…
slapped me…? Heck, one girl even stabbed me with a fork.
But Jenny was different. She laughed about it.
"That figures," she said, "all the good men are either gay or taken."
"Excuse me," I blinked for a few seconds, "I'm not taken… or gay."
"I really did have fun tonight, Mr. Smith," Jenny smiled at me, taking both of my hands and holding them up between us, "I hope that everything works out for you."
"But I didn't…," I couldn't speak, hard to find the right words when someone is kissing you. And Hell, was I being kissed.
"You're a great kisser," Jenny said well she backed off, "Benny must be a lucky woman to have you love her."
"But Be-Jenny!… Bernice and I are just… are less than co-workers. We don'-"
Jenny put a finger to my lips, "you need to stop lying to yourself, before you ever start lying to someone else."
She took her finger away and looked me in the eyes.
She wasn't sad or disappointed.
Not in the slightest bit…
Jenny was genuinely happy for me.
She meant it when she said that all she wanted was to have some coffee with me.
That's it!
Ps. In case you're wondering Baie Abriko is French for an Apicot Berry. The PokéWorld's version of an Olive Garden (I say).
Now Lou is 13, Paki is human, and Tenma was dumped… sort of…
Obviously, Tenma's plans had failed misserably and he's going to be in some need of stress relief…
Oh, shoot… Tyrone's gonna die
or worse…
Even worse than this joke…
Um, Three Nuns walk into a bar.
Two run out.
What happened to the third nun?
What are you talking about? They lost Nun!
Please excuse me… I need to… um… BYE!