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Characters: Cress X Skyla, as requested.
Summary: A half-assed fic, because I'm tired and sick and have to go to school tomorrow. Oh God this is awful ; m ; (Also, the song is 'Jetlagged' by Simple Plan)
Jetlagged
"I miss Cress," Skyla sighed to Prof. Juniper as they ate. "I hate that we live so far apart."
The professor grinned sympathetically at her over the brim of his mug. "Young love always feels like that," he told her. "Don't worry, you'll see him soon."
"Yeah, but it's my birthday today," she mumbled, trying hard not to whine. "He said he was going to fly in and surprise me, and when I offered to fly him here he refused."
"How is it a surprise if he told you he's coming?" the professor asked, amused.
She shrugged. "I don't think he meant flying in-"
At that moment the lights dimmed, and the manager of the restaurant walked onto the stage, a spotlight trained on him. "Ladies and gentlemen, I have been informed that today is none other than our own gym leader's birthday," he declared, and the spotlight swerved to rest on Skyla.
Great applause rose up from the customers, and Skyla blinked in confusion. "Did you tell anyone?" she asked Prof. Juniper.
He shook his head, seeming bemused.
"And so, here is a performer from Striaton to help us celebrate it," the manager finished, stepping off the stage. The lights once again returned to center stage, and a blue-haired individual stepped into them, his clear eyes focused on Skyla.
"Cress!" Skyla gasped.
He gave a regal bow before plucking the microphone from its stand. An upbeat tune began playing, and he began to sing.
"~What time is it where you are?
"I miss you more than anything.
"Back at home you feel so far,
"Waiting for the phone to ring.
It's getting lonely living upside down;
I don't even want to be in this town.
Trying to figure out the time zones, making me crazy~"
Unable to hide her delight, a smile broke out across Skyla's face as he continued.
"~You say good morning when it's midnight;
"Going out of my head, alone in this bed.
"I wake up to your sunset, and it's driving me mad:
"I miss you so bad.
"And my heart- heart- heart is so jetlagged;
"Heart- heart- heart is so jetlagged;
"Heart- heart- heart is so jetlagged~"
There were whistles and more clapping as Skyla pushed her chair back to dart onto the stage, throwing herself at Cress. He hugged her tightly, and despite his dislike of PDA he kissed her for all to see, the last strains of the song hovering in the air before fading into oblivion.