*Adult Content Warning

The morning is slow. I didn't want to get up, I want to stay in bed. Knowing I won't be greeted by Shawn, I didn't have a reason to get up from his bed. But I couldn't sleep anymore.

I dreamed of Shawn in prison, scared, and depressed. He just stayed in his bed, looking at the wall that his bed is attached to. The cell is cold; made of stone and concrete. His roommate is a bit shorter than him. Both of them looked worried.

Deciding to get up, I told myself that this is my fault. I made Shawn attach to me, he didn't have to be close. If we weren't, we would still be together. It didn't have to be this way, all because I wanted Shawn to share the same feelings.

Wait a minute. But if Shawn wanted to decline, why did he accept with no hesitation? I don't remember him backing out of the idea. Maybe Shawn secretly did want to love me? Which means this is still my fault! I could have accepted that he and I are not the same, and we could have stayed together. Oh me, oh me!

I lose the thought, and head out for the living room. I would love to fix myself, but I don't have my brush, makeup, or anything with. I also have worry for Lily. Where is she? Why did she disappear so quickly?

It's eight in the morning. No one else is awake except me. The point I came over was to get help, but if I wanted to potentially get notified from police, or even Lily, going home is my best bet. I don't quite follow how police work, but it's worth a shot. I went downstairs, wore my heels, and quietly unlocked the door to exit.

This morning has a cold breeze. I'm only wearing a cotton jacket. Plus a bath and a change of clothes would be nice. The golden sun shines on the world, streaks of shadows block the shine, making a nice pattern of glows on the asphalt.

As usual, people look at me like I don't belong here. Ignoring their presence, I continued to walk. My heels tap the ground with audible hits. Maybe they look at me because I'm wearing clothing? I could care less.

Our home is sitting alone. The sound of leaves rustling are audible, and the wind pierces the empty ambiance. Inside the house, it's even more lonely. Everything is how it was left, noted from the chair tipped over in the kitchen. But all I wanted to do is have Shawn, but I couldn't do anything. I then got a good idea.

My goal is set for the basement. Heading down, I rush to look for the diary. However, I couldn't find the boxes in their last position. Shawn probably moved them. I ran to the back of the basement, and what do you know? I found some boxes, 5 boxes that is. I remember the box being small. So I opened the smallest box, and found his diary against some packing peanuts. I quickly flipped through the pages to go to the date after first seduction.

"August 25th, 2014. Monday.

I still cannot believe Maize confessed her feelings so quick and extreme. But I didn't think she would ever honestly embrace me. I never knew a Ralts would grow up to be cute and beautiful piece of art. Her personality, her eyes, and her structure, oh man aren't they so beautiful! Her soft, tender hands are able to fit in my hand. Her big eyes just cry out adorable and can't hide what she thinks. I would've never thought that a creature would be so pretty. I guess I'm the weird one am I?

I close the book and let out a sigh. "I really wish we both would be accepted." I set my destination to the bedroom.

I enter the bedroom, everything had stayed the same. The blanket on our mattress is messy, and some clothes are on the ground. I look away, and gather clothing and a towel. I picked out a dark blue long-sleeved shirt and a change of undergarments. Since I am running low on leggings, and Shawn isn't here, I think I'll just not wear any today.

In the bathroom, I let the bathtub fill with water. It took about less than two minutes. Slipping my clothing off, I set myself into the tub. The warm water hitting my feet, then my back, and then my neck, loosened my muscles. I sat up though, knowing that my hair still needs to be rinsed. I picked up the bathtub bucked on the side, and scooped some water up. I drop the water on my hair, and repeated a few more times. I grabbed my shampoo, and put in a large amount to get all of my hair in contact with it. I swirled and squeezed my hair for about thirty seconds, and dumped more water on my head. I dropped more and more until the soap is gone from my hair. I let out another sigh, and leaned back.

I closed my eyes and let my mind loose. I visioned me and Shawn, under an oak tree in the afternoon. Our hands were cupped together, and our lips are in contact. I mimic the sounds in my dreams, letting out small pleasant hums. Shawn pushed me on the ground and held me down with gentle force. Our mouths magnetized together, and continue to brush. I started to let out small moans, while I still am locked in my imagination. I crept my right hand closer to my abdomen. Shawn stops brushing me, and stares into my eyes.

My gown is opened, and that's when the tips of my fingers reached my genitalia. My middle finger covered the entire area, and the gap between my legs. While my other two fingers are covering the tops of my thighs. I rhythmically wiggle my middle finger from flat to claw-like on my clitoris, and I breathe deeper. I hum silently as I do so. Shawn is still looking at me, and I at him. We show blank faces, with mouths open. I emit small noises from my mouth, while imaging the dream. The flat and somewhat spherical part of me I'm interacting with is soft. I started to dig my middle finger into my entrance. I started to pump in my middle finger back and forward, with my palm rubbing my clit. A soft, "oh," emits from me. Shawn still is looking at me, and I at him. My breathing became deeper, and my moans became more frequent. I wiggled my finger more quickly, as I stare intently at Shawn's eyes. I hum a pleasant cry, and my breathing quickened. My moans became more frequent as I start to near the top of the hill. Shawn is still looking at me, and I at him.

"Shawn, Shawn!" My legs started to tighten, and my lower back started to clench. My breathing increased, and I started rapidly swaying my middle finger in a quick left to right motion. I let out a gasp. My legs continues to tighten as Shawn stops staring at me and gets up, out of my field of view. The water splashed occasionally as I near the end of the end.

I climaxed, and I cried out.

"Shawn!" My eyes opened, I exhaled, and slowed down my hand motions. I continued to wiggle my middle finger, slowly, and then finally let go of contact. My heart rate has increased a bit.

I'm back in the real world. No Shawn, Lily is still missing, and I'm still empty. My activity only helped so much, but it is a crumb compared to how I feel about things right now. Why did I have to embrace so strongly? Why didn't I just be more simple and less straight forward? Disregard. I get out to get ready.

I feel stupid. Staying at Rachel's house probably wouldn't have hurt, but what if Lily just went searching for me, and might come back? But, what if she is lost and scared, or if the police took her? I took action after fixing myself in the bathroom and got dressed for the lookouts of Lily.

Thing is, there isn't a lot of places where Lily could go. There is Walter's house, and places around our house. But Lily hasn't gone very far from those two areas. I'll check around our house.

It's getting colder as the days progress. Humans could deal with this, but I can't. But, I just want to make sure Lily is fine. I wish I could just see the location of Lily, but I don't know how with her, I only somewhat know how to do it with Shawn. I can try all I want, but I can't really do it right now.

I passed many alleys, shops, houses, whatever you can name, and Lily isn't near. I doubt she's at Walter's house, considering that his house is farther than Rachel. I give up. I didn't want to do that, but if Lily did stay after my incident, she would've went back home already. She's probably lonely, scared and upset. Lily hasn't been outside the wild very long, she isn't ready for anything by herself in this urban metropolis. She isn't very experienced either with the house. I just want both Shawn and her back, even if I have to face consequences.

I arrived at Rachel's house. Oh my, I'm so freaking cold! I couldn't stop shivering, my teeth chattered. It got pretty windy on the way to Rachel's, and I just wanted to get inside.

I knocked on the door. It didn't take more than five seconds for the door to open.

Rachel stood there. "Maize, where have you been? Are you okay?"

"Y-Yes, just very cold."

"Well, get in!" She moved aside.

I entered and went straight to the left side of the sofa. I'm still shivering as I sit.

"Here, let me see if I can find a blanket for you."

She walked into the kitchen and to a door hidden on the left side of the fridge. Looking up at the clock, it's eleven in the morning. So Lucas is gone for now.

Rachel came back with a moderately sized beige blanket.

"Here, cover yourself up with this." She placed it on my back. I took my arms and grabbed the inside to pull the blanket closer to me. "Do you mind if I get you some warm tea?"

I'm not the biggest fan of tea, but I guess it won't hurt.

"S-Sure."

Rachel turned around towards the kitchen and entered it. The sound of the faucet turning out emitted. I hurt a box ripping open. The next few minutes was quiet. All I did was stare down, thinking of what has happened. The sound of bubbling is audible, like a coffee machine.

From the kitchen, Rachel continues.

"Okay." She comes into the living room and hands me a cup of tea with a bag in it. "Be careful, its hot."

Softly, "Mmm, thank you."

I put my right hand's middle finger in the handle and placed my left palm on the bottom side of the plate the cup rests on. Cups are not that hard to lift as eating utensils. I took a small sip of tea. It warmed the inside of my mouth, and so did my throat when I finished the sip. It's a not all bitter like the tea I had before. In fact, it's a tad sweet.

"Maize, I see you have new clothes on. Did you go home to clean yourself?"

"Yes."

"Okay, just wanted to know." She giggled.

I sigh and continue. "I also went to check for Lily, our young. But I can't find her."

"You have a young? How come Shawn never told me that, I would've love to see her!"

"Well, me and Shawn went to get her from the wild. Shawn didn't have any other Pokemon, so we got Lily, a Minun."

"She sounds adorable. It's a shame that you can't find her."

"Yeah." I felt myself tear up and let my head down. No, no. Not now Maize, please not now.

Rachel titled her head a bit and put her arm on my right shoulder.

"Hey, hey now. No need to cry."

"It's just, Lily could be outside, cold and alone. And Shawn could scared about where he's going. I just want to have them both back."

"Maize, they can't put him in jail unless they know what he did happened. Did Shawn do anything wrong anywhere the last two weeks?"

"I'm not quite sure." I look up again.

"Well they wouldn't arrest him for no reason. And the party was too recent, so it has to be something a before the birthday party."

"All Shawn and I did was stay home for the week. That's it. And he did go to work. I think this is Shawn's friend's fault, Greg."

"Greg? I don't know about that. Calling the police on him sounds unlikely."

I set my tea on the coffee table. "But he's a dick!"

Rachel exhaled. "You don't like him do you?"

"No! Everything he does has to do something with making fun of both me and Shawn. He can't keep his mouth shut for anyone! He can't keep anything to himself!"

"Oh." We sat there for a brief moment. "What couldn't he keep a secret?"

I look away and at the window that shows the porch.

Damn! I got worked up, and now looked what I've done! I can't hide this, it's suspicious if I ignore, but the truth is not ready for her. Oh, what now?

I heard Rachel speak again. "Maize?"

I sighed. Rachel and Lucas will find out at some point, and since there isn't any other possibilities for Shawn's arrest, I might as well.

"When Shawn first got me, I was ecstatic. I was teased all the time as a young. I cried everyday, and starved myself until I couldn't stand the pain anymore. Shawn was the first to ever pay attention to me. He cared for me, and never let me out of his sight." My throat tightened. It's like a ball is stuck in there, and won't go away. I silently gulped. "I-I'm trying to say that, Shawn and I have a bond together.I recently just saw his diary proving that he in fact had an attraction to me even before I confessed to him. And well, Shawn and I-" I stopped. My heart raced, and I was blushing. "W-Well, we have embraced each other, and one of the times happened to be when Greg heard us and found out." I inhaled to sigh.

I look back at Rachel. She is staring at me, but then turns her head towards the rug in front of the sofa. She inhales, then exhales.

"My son is a Pokephile-" she looks back at me. "And he mated with you?" She sighs once more. I look away and down at the floor, ashamed of what I have told. I started to tear up again.

"Look, if you want me to leave, that's fine."

Rachel blows a puff of air out with a barely opened mouth. "Part of me knows this is wrong. But you act so human." She clenches her teeth. "But, my son is a Pokephile?"

I wipe the tears of my face.

Rachel responded back. "You're fine to stay. If they arrested him for that, it's his fault."