"I hope to see you there. Chow!"

A young man with shiny blue eyes and charcoal-black hair looked at his computer screen with great excitement. He was watching the video posted by Professor Linden, the number one Pokémon researcher in the Viglia region. He couldn't believe it: he was going to have a chance to get a Pokémon. His very own Pokémon!

Without hesitation, he immediately got up from his chair, grabbed his backpack, and ran out of his room.

'I gotta go tell the guys about this,' the boy thought to himself as he bolted down the stairs. 'They're gonna b- whoa!'

Before he could finish his thought, he accidentally tripped, falling down the stairs and landing hard on his bottom.

"Owwwwww," the boy moaned as he slowly got up. He reached for the doorknob to the front door, but before he could turn it he was stopped by the sound of a woman yelling, "Hold on just a minute!"

'Ah, crap,' he thought to himself. 'I must be in trouble again.'

As he waited for his inevitable doom, out from the corner came a tiny old woman with large glasses and long gray hair. She was wearing a white robe, and her hands were inside each sleeve.

"What ruckus are you making? You interrupted my meditation," the old woman said in a calm, yet stern tone.

"Heh heh. Sorry, grandma. It won't happen again." The boy knew that his grandmother loved to meditate in the morning, but he always accidentally interrupted it with his clumsy nature.

"You said that the last time you fell down the stairs, Shane" his grandma replied, which was met by the boy chuckling nervously and scratching the back of his neck. She shook her head and gave her grandson a smile. "So, where are you off to?"

Shane gave her an excited smile and said, "I got to tell the guys about us getting Pokémon!"

Grandma's eyes widened behind her spectacles. "Really? How?"

"Well, Professor Linden said in a video that he'll help everyone catch their first Pokémon today at 12 o'clock, which is in..." Shane then looked at his, which caused him to yelp in panic. "Ahh! 20 minutes! I gotta go!"

Shane opened the door and began to sprint down the road. "Love you, Grandma!" he yelled, waving frantically. Grandma waved back, chuckling to herself.

'That boy. Just like his father.' She then looked sadly at a picture hanging on the wall. It had a young and happy couple holding a little baby boy. 'If only they could see the young man he's grown up to be.'

Shane continued to sprint as he ran towards the other houses in Inizio Town. He was wearing a light blue hoodie with a Pokéball design on it, which flapped in the wind as he turned a corner.

He raised his arm and looked down at his watch. "Ahhh, 15 minutes!"

Shane then ran up to the door of a beautiful little house painted yellow. As he approached the door and got ready to knock, a boy with messy blonde hair and light-brown eyes opened the door. Both boys were surprised to see each other, with both of them jumping back.

"Ahh!" Shane yelled. "Don't scare me like that! Don't you knock?"

The boy looked at Shane with confusion. "This is my house. That's your job."

Shane then blushed and scratched the back of his head. "Oh... right." He then remembered why he was there in the first place. "Oh! Ben, we gotta go! We're gonna get a Pokémon!"

Ben gave a surprised gasp. "R-really? How?"

Shane then grabbed his arm and pulled. "I'll explain later! Come on!"

Ben sighed as he was forced to run. How could he say no? Him and Shane have been friends ever since they were 3. Despite them both being 14 years old, Ben was much more shorter and skinnier than Shane. He had on a white t-shirt with a black line across it and cargo shorts with tons of pockets, which had tons of supplies and first-aid kits in them. That was just how Ben was: a very careful and fearful person(for better or for worse). Many people could never believe that him and Shane were friends, due to them being completely different from each other. Shane was careless and brave, which always caused Ben to step out of his comfort zone. However, Ben's carefullness has always made Shane be more careful than he used to be. I guess opposites attract, and each one makes the other better.

As the two boys continued to run, they saw the person they were looking for. He had short and spiky dark red hair and deep sea-blue eyes. He had on a red t-shirt, a black jacket unzipped, and blue skinny jeans. He had his hands in his pockets, leaning against the wall of a PokéMart.

"Damian!" Shane yelled, waving his hands and jumping like a lunatic. Ben blushed and hid his face, hoping nobody was noticing this. "Yo, Damian! Come here!"

Damain rolled his eyes. "Forget it, dork." Damian was never really a "people person", and usually tried to ignore pretty much everyone that talked to him. However, Shane never really got the message to leave him alone. Yes, he knew Damian didn't like him, but he didn't care. He liked talking to everyone. So Damian decided to just give up and actually acknowledge him. But don't think him and Shane are friends(as he would always persist to anyone who said anything regarding that)!

"Aw, come on Damian! We're gonna get a Pokémon!" Shane said, grinning. He knew this would get him going. Damian loved Pokémon almost as much as he did.

Damian stepped away from the Mart with a surprised look on his face. He then shook his head, frowning. "You're lying, man. I know it."

"He's not, I swear," Ben said shyly.

'Well, Ben wouldn't lie,' Damian thought to himself. He then realized that it was too good to be true. Nothing exciting ever happens in Inizio town.

Just as he was about to tell them to go away, Damian turned around to see a chubby old man with a broomstick in his hand come out of the Mart. He had on a blue apron and his face was red with anger.

"Get off my property, Damian! I've caught you stealing my merchandise before, don't think you'll do it again!" The old man said angrily. He then charged at Damian with his broomstick.

"Alright, alright! I'm leaving! You don't have any junk worth stealing!" Damian yelled as he ran towards Shane and Ben.

Shane smiled at Damian. "I knew you'd come with us!"

"Shut up. It's only because I don't have any other choice. Now what is this about?" Damian replied in an annoyed tone.

"Professor Linden's gonna help aspiring trainers catch a Pokémon in-ahhh! 10 minutes! We gotta go!" Shane yelled, beginning to run. Suddenly, Damian grabbed him by his hood as he still continued to run.

Damian sighed as he said, "I know a shortcut where we can get there in 5 minutes. Follow me."

As Damian walked calmly through an alleyway, Shane and Ben followed behind.

"I can't believe we're gonna get out own Pokémon! Isn't this awesome, Ben?" Shane asked excitedly, slapping Ben on the shoulder.

"Uh... um, yeah. I'm excited, it's just... it's just very dark in here," Ben said nervously, looking all around him.

"Don't worry. We're almost there," Damian said calmly.

As they made it to the end of the alleyway, they then walked up a small grassy hill and through a field of trees and flowers. It was Spring, so pollen was in the air, which caused Ben to sneeze.

"Atchoo!"

"Bless you," Damian said.

"Thanks," Ben replied as he pulled out a tissue from one of his many pockets.

"Atchoo!" Shane sneezed, as well.

"Shut up," Damian replied harshly.

Shane frowned and threw up his arms. "Why don't I get a 'bless you'?"

"Because I don't like you," Damian said without turning around.

"But what about Ben?" Shane asked, pointing at his friend.

"He's the lesser of two evils," Damian replied.

"Oh, uh... thanks?" Damian said in a confused tone, not sure if that was a compliment.

"Oh, yeah? Well, y-," Shane was about to make a witty(but probably not) comeback when he suddenly saw Damian stop walking. "What's wrong?"

"I think I heard someone yelling for help," Damian said in a hushed tone. He turned around and put his finger to his lips. As the three boys listened, they heard someone yelling.

"Help! Please!" the voice rang out. It sounded like a man's voice.

"It came from that way. Come on!" Shane ordered, running towards the direction of the screaming. He knew they had to hurry to get their Pokémon, but he knew that didn't matter now. He would always help someone in need, no matter what.

As Damian followed, Ben hesitated for a moment. He hated danger, but knew he had to help.

"Aw, curse my desire to do good," Ben said to himself as he ran to catch up.

To be continued...