Dang. Well, I guess I have some explaining to do.
I sort of burnt myself out after I finished the previous chapter, and decided to call it complete. After all the reviews coming into my e-mail every week or so, I sorta wanted to continue it more and more. I don't know how much my writing style or genre of the story has changed in this chapter, but please do give me some feedback if you think I should continue. If you guys are in it for the lemon, I can concuct something sticky. Trust me. Anyways, enjoy this update,
-MoarFanfic. (Alex)
It was a warm, sombre night. There were no words on the journey back to my cabin. Pasty moonlight reflected against a pond and rippled as a fish swam about. My hair was still wet over my forehead. Gardevoir had her head on my shoulder as we walked.
Her eyes looked distant, unfocused. We reached the cabin. I could guess it was easily midnight, as the summer days lasted longer. Without thinking, we both trudged into the bedroom like sleep-craving zombies and collapsed onto it. The speed at which I fell asleep was phenomenal. I felt myself fall right through my bed and into a dream.
I am standing in brilliant light, coloured by stained glass. Strange, where could I be? I feel very smartly dressed, with a exquisite flower on my lapel. A priest-looking person is standing in front of me, behind a lectern. He is smiling beyond measure. Organs chime in my head. I hear gasps and anticipated squeals behind me. Seriously, what's going on? The organ goes on, a grand tune is played, somewhat familiar to me. A figure comes up beside me. The tall person is dressed in an amazing white dress, with a veil covering her face.
It's hard to make out who it's supposed to be. I look back to the priest, who is currently reading off the lectern to both of us. It ticks. I'm at a wedding. This IS my wedding. Finally, it's my time. There is something hugely bothering me though. Like a non-existent itch. Finally I hear the figure beside me say "I do."
The priest looks to me, in anticipation. I say proudly, "I do." There is a large wave of cheer from the crowd in the pews and cries of joy. The priest finally says, "You may now kiss the bride." I swivel towards the figure, and lean close. She removes the veil, exposing her fair skin. The itch gets worse. My eyes widen. I feel like I have seen a ghost. As we lean to kiss, I feel myself dip to the left, woozy. The person is left with puckered lips, motionless. The whole room is silent. I suddenly feel sick. I pick myself up and run towards the church doors. The echoes of my shoes against the marble floor make sickening cracks as I reach for the doors. I smash through them with my body, and fall into nothingness.
I awake, panting, breathless. My vision quickly focuses on Gardevoir standing outside the door. Anxiety was painted all over my face.
"Good morning, Alex." she quietly whispers.
"Yeah... morning to you too." I think. "What time is it?" I quickly check the clock. 9AM. Crap. Work starts in half an hour. I jump out of bed and start pulling on my jeans. Gardevoir just looks as me as I try to put on far too many clothes at once. She giggles as I trip over the second trouser leg. I finally don my Poké-mart hat and grab some toast from the kitchen table.
"Gotta rush, love you, dear!" I shout, metres out of the door. Gardevoir has not moved from the spot, nor has her expression changed. She lets out a short sigh.
I was working my routine at the Poké-mart. A young trainer is browsing potions down an aisle. A bug enthusiast manically compares Poké-balls with wide eyes behind thick rimmed spectacles. Nothing new here. I gaze blankly out of the window. A family are sitting on the grass by the lake, eating on a picnic blanket. The mother hands out fruit and sandwiches. The two children, a boy and a girl, look completely engrossed in whatever their father is talking about. The father makes a wild gesture and they all laugh. I look back and sigh as the bug trainer piles a ridiculous amount of supplies on the counter. I scan the products without thinking.
What I am thinking about is what lies ahead for me and Gardevoir. I start to think if Gardevoir is even a decent name for a potential spouse. Gardy? Gard? Gar? My brain is in overtime thinking about all the issues which will need to be dealt with. Subconsciously my hands match my thinking speed and I finish scanning the products at unholy efficiency. I smile at him, embarrassed. The bug trainer is simply shocked and hands me the money. "Thank you, please come again!" I say robotically, and give the boy a trademark smile.