Happy New Year! Third last chapter! So close to the end…but anyways…I'm getting so lazy. Ok, ok, I'll get some more writing done later today. School is coming up, and I will literally have zero time for anything in my life. So I might as well try and cram some writing in the last two days of freedom.
I don't own Pokemon.
Chapter Eighteen
"Paul! Over here!"
Dawn waved a hand to the boy, who was unexpectedly smart for the occasion. Dawn smirked at him, and as if he read her mind, he scowled at her. He took her hand awkwardly, and pulled her along slightly, which didn't work, as Dawn stood still, holding her hand up to the air. It was spitting. Better get in the car quick, to save her dress. But they could go inside again. That was more reasonable.
"Come on. We're going to be late." He sighed.
Head under water
And they tell me to breathe easy for a while
"Oh please! We're at least, hang on, Paul, it's half an hour until prom starts…"
"And…?"
"It takes about two minutes to get there."
"The early bird gets the worm, you see."
"Or is Paul a wittle bit too eager?"
The breathing gets harder, even I know that
Made room for me but it's too soon to see
Dawn smirked yet again as Paul started to blush slightly. She had hit the right theory. As usual, because she was the amazing and fabulous Dawn Berlitz.
If I'm happy in your hands
I'm unusually hard to hold on to
"Troublesome, you'd better not be laughing at me. Otherwise I'm leaving you here."
"I'm not! I promise! Just surprised you're that eager for prom."
She batted her eyelashes innocently, making Paul smile, just a little bit.
Blank stares at blank pages
No easy way to say this
You mean well, but you make this hard on me
"I'm trying to be a gentleman and make the lady happy."
"That's the first time you've referred to me as a 'lady'."
"We'll make the most of it because that's the only time I'll say that."
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
Dawn glanced at Paul cautiously, unsure whether her next question would anger her date. She had seen his anger before, when they were at the bar when he asked her to prom. He had a short temper, and he was her date! She couldn't upset him! But she just had to know.
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
"Do you really love me? Or are you just taking me to prom because you asked me while you were drunk and don't want to hurt my feelings?"
The car stopped, suddenly, at the side of the road. The rain was pouring hard now, the silence in the car making it easy to hear the rhythmical thumps on the roof.
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today, today
"I really do love you, Dawn. It's hard to show it sometimes, though."
"What do you mean?"
I learned the hard way
That they all say things you want to hear
"I don't know how to explain it."
"Just…just tell me."
"You're pretty and beautiful, popular and cute-"
And my heavy heart sinks deep down under you and your twisted words,
Your help just hurts
Dawn was horrified. Paul…Paul only dated her to make his reputation better? No! She had fallen in love with a different guy, a guy who was mysterious, dark, but different, unique in a good way. It was him who had made her fall in love, when they stood in the equipment shed and talked about how life sucked. When one day the janitor had caught them in there chatting, and chased them around the school, and they laughed and smiled so much then. But now it meant nothing. Just stupid fake memories.
You are not what I thought you were
Hello to high and dry
"I-I-I…You disgusting pig! I can't believe I fell for you! Ugh! Get away from me!"
Convinced me to please you
Made me think that I need this too
"What? I haven't said anything wrong! Dawn! Wait!"
I'm trying to let you hear me as I am
Dawn was out of the car, into the pouring rain. She picked up her skirts and ran, where she was going she didn't know. She needed to be away. To cry alone. But the tears were already falling, and running in a dress never helped. She kept running, even though she heard his footsteps. She kept running, even though she was splashing mud on her new dress. She kept running, even though she was hardly running anymore, just a weak and tired jog. A fast walk.
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
She slipped on a patch of mud, and started to fall backwards, until two arms broke her fall, spun her around and pulled her close. Dawn started to struggle, but she was weak from the heartbreak, and she could only look into the onyx eyes in front of her.
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
"What have I said wrong?"
"If you only wanted me to boost your popularity, you could have said before…before you broke my heart. Now let go of me!"
"What? I was in the middle of a long love confession! How did it get to us standing in the rain with me wrestling you? Tell me how you got to this stupid state."
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If all you have is leaving I'ma need a better reason to write you a love song today
"You said I'm pretty, and beautiful, and popular-"
Dawn's eyes widened when she realised.
"Oh crap. I'm so stupid. What have I done?"
Promise me that you'll leave the light on
She started crying, and with his thumb, Paul wiped them away, but it was tricky when it was raining.
"Should I finish what I was saying?" Paul asked.
"Yes, please."
To help me see with daylight, my guide, gone
"You're pretty, and I'm not. You're kind, and I'm not. You're perfect, and I'm not. I don't know how you could like me."
'cause I believe there's a way you can love me
"Paul? You're the stupid one here. How could anyone not love you, when they see the real side of you? You're caring, kind, and the best boyfriend anyone could ever have. And I think, you deserve this."
And like before, she went on her tiptoes and kissed him, and their world fell into place. They knew what they were doing. It felt right. It was perfect. Why? Because they were perfect. Together.
Because I say
Needless to say, they were quite late to prom, and rather muddy and wet, to everyone's surprise and disgust. But they dried off, and they looked fine, because everyone who looked at them smiled, because the pair were obviously in love. The way they looked at each other, it sent sparks flying. The way they held hands, squeezing them every now and then, and they smiled. The way they danced, they were in sync, and they looked calm, and peaceful.
I won't write you a love song
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
"Should we dance to this song?"
"Of course! This is prom! The prom. The best prom. And you know why?"
"Why, troublesome?"
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
The pair took to the dance floor, swaying as the music played.
"Because I'm with you, that's why."
Is that why you wanted a love song?
'cause you asked for it
'cause you need one, you see
I'm not gonna write you a love song
'cause you tell me it's make or break in this
If you're on your way
I'm not gonna write you to stay
If your heart is nowhere in it
I don't want it for a minute
Babe, I'll walk the seven seas when I believe that there's a reason to write you a love song today, today.
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A/N: So that's that! Don't worry, it's not the end! Two more chapters to go! I wouldn't end it on an ikarishipping ending when it's mainly based around the pokeshipping story, but was this cute? Was it okay? It's not my usual style, making things sudden and everything.
We are so so close to the end! Ahhh! I'm panicking! Squee!
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