car ride

The car ride to the town north of Dendemille was a little long and a little too boring. The town was so small that no one even bothered to remember the name, but it was far away enough to think. Since Siebold was a cautious driver and drove just under the speed limit, the ride from Lumiose to the town was roughly about two hours. But this gave Cynthia enough time to think, so even though the scenery was just a lot of trees and a lot of snow, she was grateful to have enough time to think of something.

That something was what to do on this ski and service trip. She sat in the back-middle of the car. On one side of her was Diantha, so quiet and peaceful and quite possibly taking a little snooze with her head resting on her arm. On her other side was Flint, who was constantly kicking Siebold's seat as he flailed around playing a video game on his PSP. It was like having an angel and devil on both sides. Well, it was pretty unfair to call Flint a devil, but he was certainly mischievous enough to warrant some kind of demon status. Back during their college days when she was a senior and he was a freshman, he almost got her expelled from Canalave University at least twice. With her, him, and Volkner, they got into so much mischief (and booze) that Canalave University almost lost its own accreditation one time. If it wasn't for Cyrus, they probably would've been banned from every university in West Sinnoh.

Well, this time she didn't have someone to keep her in line, and while she and Flint always had fun times together, she didn't want things to get too wild as to prevent a relationship with Diantha…forever. And sometimes she and Flint got pretty wild. And by sometimes she meant often. So, if Malva knew Flint any better, she'd think this was definitely some sort of scheme. But she actually wasn't sure if Malva had even spoken to Flint at all in these past three weeks, so it was probably coincidental that Flint was in their group.

…Flort. She still wasn't sure whether her unease towards Malva could be called hate, but Flint being called Flort was pretty fucking funny.

She smirked to herself. On her left Diantha yawned and looked at her, raising an eyebrow. "Hmmm? Did I miss something?" she asked groggily.

"Just thinking about something. You think I can hold your hand?"

"Mmm, sure."

Cynthia grabbed her hand, keeping her giddiness to a low-key. Diantha's hand felt so soft and smooth and small. "Anyway, if I'm not disturbing your sleep, I could talk to you a little about my crew?"

"Hmmm, sure."

"You're interrupting my beauty rest."

"Malva, I see you reading that fashion magazine. I'm glad you're interested enough to hear my long tales, though." Cynthia nodded to herself and squeezed Diantha's hand. Somehow this car ride was going to get interesting. "Right next to me is Flint, now also affectionately called Flort."

"Wait, I'm Flort now?"

"Yeah, Flort, you're definitely Flort." In front Malva stifled a snicker, and Cynthia grinned. This Flort thing was really funny. "Anyway, me and Flort met in college. He and his boyfriend both studied engineering. He also challenged his boyfriend's dad to a fight on two separate occasions and got his ass wasted both times. The second time we actually videotaped it 'cause they were both super-trashed."

"Yeah, so were you guys, so all of the best parts are shaky!" Flint cried, groaning. "I can't believe you got away with giving out rips with that low quality!"

"You see, Flort's very proud of that second ass-kicking."

"Oh, my."

"Our youngest member is Aaron. He used to be a gym leader, but then he became one of us…around three years ago? Right now he also does college part-time. I think he's training to be a nurse, not sure with humans or pokemon, though. He really likes helping people. Our oldest member is Bertha, and she's a lot nicer than she looks. She and Agatha of Kanto's Elite Four are sisters, but they don't really get along. Probably because they're so much alike. And Lucy's our nerd member. Sometimes he spends days holed up in his room doing research, and-"

"Hey, Cindy."

"What, Flort?"

"Telling your cute new gf about us is fun and all, but all of us in the car need the best deets. How did you and Diantha meet? How many dates? Does she like 100 pokedollar beer like the best of us?"

Cynthia flushed. "All of us in the car do not need the best deets. And we're not even dating yet."

Everyone besides her and Diantha snorted. "Yet, she says," they said in unison.

Now Diantha's face was also on fire, and she let go of Cynthia's grip to cover it with both of her hands. There was only one way to combat this. Snatching Flint's PSP out of his hands, she chucked it over to Malva's lap, grunting. "That's it. I declare this car to be a no-fun zone for the rest of the ride!"

Flint let out a loud groaning noise. Malva slowly picked up the PSP, looking at it with such disgust that Cynthia thought she was going to toss it out the window right then and there. Diantha looked like she was going to die of embarrassment, and Siebold quietly kept on driving, not making eye contact in the mirror with any of them.

Building relationships on this ski and service trip was gonna be impossible.

(Original notes: nothing relevant.)

Originally written February 16th, 2016 on tumblr for femslash february. Second part.