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    When the Stars Go Blue

    Author's Note: I don't like writing introductory chapters one bit. This was no exception. Also, this is slightly AU, but still involves pokemon and the whole shebang. Also, I've posted this on FF.net under my username, marysuesuglybff.

    Summary: But this is a little glimpse into the lives of the pokemon world's elite (and not so elite, hard as they may try to appear so.) Follow several characters from the anime (and a few from other pokemon factions) through three years of romance, drama and... need I say it? Education of course! What do you think these kids are doing? They're in school!

    Rating: R, mainly for some serious themes like drug abuse, spousal abuse/rape and eating disorders, relatively strong language and some sexual content. But don't let this deter you from reading this, it's a pretty mild R. I would rather rate it PG-16, but alas, that is not a rating. (Kick me because I just used 'alas' seriously.)

    Shipping: Here we go: Pokeshipping, Contestshipping, Ikarishipping, Oldrivalshipping, Luckyshipping, Handymanshipping, Advanceshipping, Arrogantshipping, Curtainshipping, Cavaliershipping, Appealshipping, Palletshipping, Rocketshipping, Imiteshipping, Oystershipping, Hoennshipping, Ballshipping, Waterflowershipping Benevolentshipping, Heattagshipping, Blushshipping, Chefshipping, Kissshipping... if your mind can conjure it, it'll be featured in this fic in someway (that might be a bit of an exaggeration...)

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    CHAPTER LIST:
    Chapter One: First Day Blues
    Chapter Two: Here Comes the Nice
    Chapter Three: Chain of Fools
    Chapter Four: Seventeen Candles



    Chapter One: First Day Blues

    School hadn’t ever led to particularly enjoyable experiences for May Bryant. Preschool had been full of sandbox bullies laughing at her stature—or lack thereof—while elementary school… well, she’d never appealed to teachers.

    And this was high school. The final stretch for any self-respecting trainer, though many would eventually go on to university or graduate school. Many—May included—would probably not.

    Of course, May had already gone through a wholly lackluster year of high school in her native New Bark Town, but this... well, her parents wanted the best for her, she supposed. And a swanky boarding school was apparently just what the doctor called for.

    “I know you’re worried, but just remember what I told you about first days, May,” the woman in the front seat of the car reminded the girl.

    May fidgeted with her uniform, the navy skirt fraying just a bit at the hem.
    “‘Make sure your blazer is buttoned and books are packed,’” she replied quietly.

    “And it’s okay to scrape your knee if you fall, but only if you pick yourself up without shedding a tear.” Mrs. Bryant smiled as she came to a stop in front of a gated walkway. “You’ll make friends faster than you can say ‘honor student,’ May. Just try a little confidence.”

    A man walked up to the window of the car. “Welcome, Mrs. Bryant,” he greeted.

    Mrs. Bryant winked as she slipped the man a bill. “Give my daughter a hand with her baggage, please.”

    May frowned, keeping her mouth shut for fear of releasing the butterfree that must have been having seizures inside of her stomach, they convulsed so violently.

    “I’ll see you at Christmas, love,” the brown-haired woman kissed the girl on the forehead as May slowly un-seat belted herself and nodded. The guard opened the passenger door.

    “Bye Mom,” she muttered as she jumped unceremoniously out of the car.
    The gate opened as the guard—with her suitcase in hand—tapped a code into a datapad. He looked expectantly at the uniformed girl, her brown curls pulled into a braid. “Are you okay, Miss Bryant?”

    “Yes,” she replied quietly. “I’m just a little nervous, I guess.”

    “Have you ever gone to a boarding school before?” he asked as he led the way up the pavement.

    “No,” she admitted.

    “Well, Brookfield Preparatory Academy is the top private school in Johto, and one of the best in the world, so you’re bound to do well here.”

    After a short while, her guard stopped at what appeared to be a ferry port and placed down her suitcase. A small, but extremely polished white boat sat docked and a young woman stood beside an older, rotund man with a great gray beard who reminded May of the Father Christmas her mother had always taken her to see at the Lilycove Department Store.

    A pang of nervousness accompanied the thought, but in her mind’s eye her mother beamed at her, and May sighed.

    “Thank you for your kindness, Mr—”

    “Oh, don’t mention it. Now, you’ll need to get on the ferry in order to get to the main campus. The dormitories are also located on the inlet and surround the main school. Good luck, Miss Bryant,” he added before leaving her alone, facing the ferry.

    As May approached, the young woman with dark, long brown hair eyed her. She wore a similar uniform to hers, though she had a sweater over her blouse as opposed to the navy blazer the freshman wore. A bright red pin shone on her chest and the younger girl immediately recognized her, though she wasn’t given much of a chance to process exactly from where she knew her.

    “Hello! I’m the Head Girl, Giselle Martin, and welcome to—” she gasped and grasped May’s hands. “You look very much like— are you the Norman Bryant’s daughter? I was told his eldest child, May, was transferring today!”

    “Um, yes but—”

    “Oh, Mew! I’m such a big fan of your father’s! I just have to come over to your house some time when school isn’t in session!” She flashed a brilliant smile. “You must be following in his footsteps, no?”

    May grimaced. She'd gotten this spiel before. “I’m not a big fan of battling, actually—”

    “Ah!” Giselle bit her lip and glanced at her PokeTch. “Well, I think you’ll have lots of opportunity to think about exactly what you want to do with your life over the next four years. Brookfield offers such a wide variety of activities to its students; you couldn’t possibly be bored even if you tried!” The teenager snapped her finger and a younger boy in the school’s uniforms rushed over to her. “Kenny, find Miss Bryant a seat.”

    The boys nodded and Giselle winked at her. “If you ever need anything, feel free to ask. I’m always watching out for my little sisters. Au revoir!”

    The second boy—Kenny, his name was— silently held out his hand for the girl and blushed. “I’m Kenny Johnston, first year.”

    “It’s nice to meet you,” May replied with a weak smile. The poor boy was shaking, he was so nervous.

    He didn’t say anything else until they got onto the ferry, at which point he shot Giselle a glance. “Enjoy the ride,” he said and got off of the boat.

    May waved before finding a seat toward the back of the ferry. She placed her suitcase beside her and glanced around. A few people sat scattered around the vessel, and only two girls seemed to really know each other. Another boy sat in front of her, flipping the pages of a book at an incredible pace.

    Bored already, she glanced out of the window and jumped only a bit when the motor began to hum. The water beneath the boat reflected the clear afternoon sky. In the distance, she could make out a large structure—gothic in design— on a large plot of green.

    This was Brookfield Preparatory Academy. It was ritzy and glamorous… the stuff dreams were made of. The children of celebrities and socialites and politicians and businessmen studied here. Sure, her father had a pretty affluent career, but the lifestyle the Bryant family was accustomed to couldn’t have possibly been anywhere in the vicinity of what May imagined to be the median of standard of living here.

    May glanced over at the two girls in mild interest. “Oh, Misty, I don’t know how you even put up with him!” cried a blue-haired girl. She was clearly a lovely girl, and considering her bust seemed to fit a bit too tightly in her blouse, she probably was a favorite of the male population.

    The other girl, a redhead, fingered the end of her long braid in exasperation. This girl, May noted, was quite striking. She wasn’t beautiful in the way that the blunette was, and she was slim—borderline waifish, but not to the point of concern of emaciation—and tall.

    “Our families have always done business together; this is no different,” the other girl explained. “I can’t just stand up from the table at one of my father’s dinners and insult his family like that. I have to hold my tongue—no matter what.” The girl rolled her blue eyes. “But how was your summer?”

    The first girl smirked. “You know Brendan?”

    “Brendan Birch?”

    She nodded with a blush. “Well, he got a job at Dr. Rowan’s lab during my internship.”

    The redhead chuckled. “Dawn, you can do better.”

    The other girl rolled her eyes. “He's a nice guy.”

    “He dated Lily.”

    “Well it's not like anything happened.” Dawn stalled, biting the edge of her mouth. “Much.”

    “Sometimes I wish you didn't have that 'living on the edge' blood in your veins.”

    “At least I live at—”

    “Good afternoon!” an announcement buzzed through the intercom system and May jumped up, this time thoroughly startled. “We’re just docking at the port now, so if you will all begin to get your belongings together, we will let you off momentarily.”

    The two girls stood before the boat even stopped moving and the green-haired boy in front of May, who had been quite invested in a book, along with the few others on board, followed shortly after.

    The brunette thanked the Santa-esqe captain and followed the pathway to the entrance of the school.

    Glancing up, May inhaled sharply. The building was far larger than anything she had ever seen before. Brookfield Castle was a beautiful structure. A great ivory wall arched over her head—an exterior hallway that wound its way around the entire castle.

    The tips of the towers—there were thirteen in total, she’d read—glittered dully in the sunlight, their dark gray paint contrasting with the off white hued building. Arches, flying buttresses, and stained glass windows larger than her house decorated the school… she was dizzy from it all.

    The two girls she’d seen earlier had already made it to the great doorway and May quickly followed suit. She would have lots of opportunity to gawk later. Her suitcase began to get heavy and she rested it on the ground as she stood, silent, in the sea of students.

    There must have been a couple hundred of them, at least. Cute girls surrounded her in matching uniforms and handsome boys unknowingly added to the mess whilst charming them. Were all rich people beautiful?

    May exhaled as the door opened. A boy in a school uniform—wearing a red pin similar to Giselle’s— smiled broadly at the kids. He was a kind-looking guy, with rather long hair. ‘So this is Head Boy Sketchit; he seems kind of like a hippie,’ she thought.

    “Welcome to Brookfield Academy! For many of you, this is your first time crossing the threshold behind me, and for many others, this threshold leads you home. I am Tracy Sketchit, fourth year, and I’m very happy to welcome you to Brookfield! Once inside, please leave your belongings in the hallway and then proceed to the dining hall.”

    The wave of students drew May into the current, and she soon stood inside the castle. If possible, it was even more beautiful on the inside. Arches and paintings and chandeliers and… a fountain! She grinned with excitement as she set her suitcase down and followed the two girls from the ferry into the largest dining hall she’d ever seen.

    A nearly empty table on the other side of the hallway appealed greatly to her sense of introversion and anti-socialism, so she slumped into the chair furthest away from the three people sitting at the other end.

    A girl with long brown hair was laughing at a visibly irritated auburn-haired boy. The third member of their group, his head covered in a messy mop of raven, rolled his eyes and rested his head on the table while sticking his hand underneath the table. He caught May watching him and lifted his head, smiling.

    “Leaf, you’re embarrassing yourself in front of the new girl,” the boy chastised, clearly used to the bickering of his friends. The girl turned from the other boy and winked at May, resting her chin conspiratorially in her folded hands.

    “You’re new, huh?” May nodded. “Here’s a piece of advice: don’t talk to Gary, he’s an *** and a pervert.”

    The boy next to the older girl scowled at her and the other one chuckled. “She’s just kidding.” He slid down the bench to sit closer to May, who jumped in surprise. A pikachu leapt onto the table in front of her and winked. “I’m Ash Ketchum and this is Pikachu, and these two are Gary Oak and Adriana—”

    “—though if you call me that, I’ll kick you in the face—” the girl interjected sweetly.

    “—Ryder who goes by ‘Leaf’ and prefers people call her that,” Ash continued with a dark smirk.

    Leaf clicked her tongue and crossed her legs. “I was not about to persist in that woman’s frivolous little name game. Fifty-three Adriana Ryders running around is enough for one family, I think. But enough about me,” the older girl lilted. “What’s your name, freshie?”

    “I’m May Bryant,” the younger student replied, blushing slightly at the diminutive nickname as another boy sat in between her and Gary. “But I’m actually a second year transfer.” He placed his book down on the table and sighed, running a hand through his sea-foam green hair.

    “Leaf, I have to say, you were right about Holden. He certainly is… eccentric.”

    The girl grinned. “He appealed to me, anyway. Drew, this is, uh… May Truant? No... Bryant. Yes, that’s it. Sorry, kid, but I’m terrible with names. May, this is Drew Linus.”

    May studied the boy—something nagged at her—and she frowned, wracking her brain. Where had she seen him before? He seemed so familiar, though she was sure she hadn’t ever met him.

    “It’s a pleasure to be the object of your surveying, Miss Bryant,” he acknowledged with a grin after a rather awkward moment. May, unaware that she had been staring at him, flushed even more and sank into her seat.

    “I—I was just—”

    “It’s okay,” Leaf winked. “Drew does have a way of turning perfectly sane girls into fangirling airheads. I guess it comes with the territory of being a world-class coordinator,” she added as an afterthought.

    May snapped her finger. “That’s it! I saw you in the Hoenn Grand Festival last week. You were doing really well, but—”

    “But Solidad was doing far, far better than I was,” he stated, and his eyebrows rose in moderate surprise. “It would have taken a miracle to beat her.”

    Ash rolled his eyes. “You’re too modest, Drew.”

    The green haired boy waved him off. “So you’re a sophomore, too?”

    May nodded. “I transferred this year. But I’m taking a lot of third and fourth-year courses.”

    “So you’re a scholarship student?” Leaf inquired quietly. May blushed; it wasn’t common knowledge that her father’s gym had been… facing some financial issues.

    “Well, I—”

    “I mean, I’m not saying you look like a commoner or anything,” the older girl insisted frankly, gesticulating wildly. That seemed to be a trait of hers. “But there are two types of students at Brookfield Prep: the super-wealthy, spoiled, high society kids who are fine sticking with the standard track because they’ve got no real reason to achieve more than they need to—don’t get me wrong, everyone gets good grades here... mostly because all of our parents would just massacre us, with the rate that tuition is increasing—and then there are the bourgeoisie overachievers who have to apply for the honors program because that’s the only way the school will pay any attention to them.”

    “And then there’s a small group of students who try to do everything they can to prove to their paternal units that they aren’t about to follow in their gilded footsteps,” Gary added, folding his arms and leaning back into the bench.

    “That’s us,” Ash interrupted brightly. “The Non-Judgmental Breakfast Club.”

    Leaf grinned. “I came up with name.”

    “She’s a bit of a pop culture buff,” Drew added, waving his clearly well-loved copy of Catcher in the Rye in the air.

    Ash's pikachu babbled a bit to its trainer, and Ash scowled. “Someday you’ll learn some respect, buddy.” He winked at May. “Don’t worry; it’s not a prerequisite to joining. I’m not really well versed like the others are, as Pikachu likes to remind me on a regular basis.”

    May gaped at them. This was all happening a little too quickly. “I don’t need to join your group; I’m not an upperclassman or anything…”

    Leaf rolled her eyes. “The whole class system is a tool of our parents, so we don’t subscribe to those labels. But we’re not all ‘upperclassmen’ actually. Drew’s in your year.”

    Gary glanced over at the older girl. “She just met us so she’s probably a bit unused to your idiosyncrasies,” he groaned.

    “It’s taken you thirteen years—”

    “And he’s still in therapy,” Ash finished for her. “Look, May, we’re not going to bully you into hanging with us, but I can’t think of a more down-to-earth group of people at this school than us. It’s the whole trust fund thing.”

    May glanced down at the full, steaming plate that a waitress had placed down moments before. “I was wondering, actually… I saw a couple girls on the ferry over here, and they seemed nice enough… I think they were called Dawn and Mist—”

    Leaf inhaled sharply and glanced nervously over at Ash, who clenched his chopsticks a bit tighter as he dug into the shrimp. May furrowed her brow at this uncharacteristic action but just opted to begin her own dinner.

    “Dawn Berlitz and Misty Waterflower are nice enough, I suppose,” Leaf replied stiffly. “I don’t really have much to do with them, in all honesty. Waterflower’s another honor student, so you’ll probably have a class or two with her, though she’s in our year, so she’s in some really accelerated courses… Sharp as a whip, that girl. But she’s also got a sharp tongue, and she’s pretty rough around the edges. I guess she's got to, though, to stand out.”

    When May visibly had no idea what Leaf was talking about, Gary rolled his eyes. “She has three sisters, Lily, Violet and Daisy. And while they're not exactly college material, they were hot enough to slip through the cracks of the application process here, and I'm pretty sure they got into their top choices for university, too.”

    “Terrific swimmers, the whole family,” Leaf added. “But while Misty's a pretty girl, she wasn't gifted with the whole sex-goddess thing. So she's got to work especially hard to keep up with them.”

    “Berlitz is pretty popular with the boys, and I do think she’s in your year.” Gary muttered. “She’s got a laundry list of ‘projects’ or boyfriends who she cleans up and props up with the help of her mommy’s wallet.”

    “She goes after the bad boys,” Leaf added. “It’s pretty amusing, actually.”
    May shot a glance at the black haired boy beside her, who had begun to draw little rice-designs with his chopsticks. Perhaps he’d been one of Dawn’s “projects,” too? May hoped she hadn’t prodded a sore wound; Ash seemed like such a nice boy.

    “So,” Drew started quietly, trying to break the tension that had quickly coated the table. “This summer’s been quite an eventful one…”

    The rest of the night passed by fairly quickly. May was given her dormitory assignment and bid her new acquaintances goodbye before heading to the northernmost tower.

    The room was ornate—at this point she would have been surprised if it had been any less so. Two four post beds draped in purple linens stood in the center. Tapestries and cabinets and a full length mirror decorated the room, but May didn’t feel as uncomfortable as she had in other parts of the building. There was something about this room that seemed… quaint.

    A window by her bed revealed that the sky had turned dark during her dinner. Glancing quickly at her PokeTch, she realized with a jolt that it was already 9:20, and if she was going to wake up at six in the morning, she was going to need as much sleep as possible.

    As she was going through her nightly ritual—change into pajamas, brush teeth, hair— footsteps alerted her to her roommate’s arrival. She spit out the toothpaste and peered out of the door to see a tall, thin redhead with clear blue eyes eyeing her suitcase carefully.

    “Excuse me?” May stepped out of the bathroom.

    The older girl smiled. “You must be May. Giselle said I’d be rooming with the new girl,” she added to herself.

    “And you are—”

    “Misty Waterflower,” she offered in an amused tone. “I'm a third year.”

    Considering it best not to press the Ash matter, May bit her lip. She certainly wasn’t good at the whole “making new friends” game.

    Misty seemed pretty aware of the younger girl’s discomfort, so she sat on her bed and pulled a laptop out of one of her suitcases. May really wasn't an extrovert by any stretch of the imagination.

    “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a presentation tomorrow in my Physiology and Anatomy seminar, and I have to put a few finishing touches on it.”

    “I don’t,” May replied quietly. “I have to get to sleep, anyway.”

    The redhead smiled at her. “Goodnight, then.”

    May shut her eyes and tried not to see her mother, father and brother flash in her mind’s eye. It was going to be a long year.
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    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    Arrogantshipping
    Me thinks you mean Redthreadshipping as Drew/Gary, because no one means Honorshipping. D:
    Yaoi is a genre of homosexuality, not a synonym for it!
    Get it right.
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    Quote Originally Posted by Toran Frostbite View Post
    Me thinks you mean Redthreadshipping as Drew/Gary, because no one means Honorshipping. D:
    Actually, Arrogantshipping refers to Gary/that skank Giselle hooking up :]
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    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    Actually, Arrogantshipping refers to Gary/that skank Giselle hooking up :]
    *facepalm* I'm never staying up that late again with the proper supervision. My bad.
    Yaoi is a genre of homosexuality, not a synonym for it!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Toran Frostbite View Post
    *facepalm* I'm never staying up that late again with the proper supervision. My bad.
    Haha, it's okay :] I appreciate the concern, though!
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    Isawthephoto,

    Hi again! Lol. I decided to read another fic of yours

    I have a question...is this story going to be like AU-ish? Because I saw that you used Pikachu as well...but it was the only Pokemon I saw. So, I just wanted to know about that.

    Also, Ash seems more mature than he usually is...was that on purpose?

    So, it's a good start, please add me to your PM list, if you are planning to have one. Thanks!

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    Ever notice love is evol spelled backwards?
    And that I and O are next to each other on the keyboard?
    There's also that fact that evol can be the typo of evil.
    And evil is live backwards...wonder what that means... =/?


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    Contestshipping+Pokeshipping Ftw =D

    += 831 = May + Drew

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    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Isawthephoto,

    Hi again! Lol. I decided to read another fic of yours
    Well, thanks! I appreciate that :]

    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    I have a question...is this story going to be like AU-ish? Because I saw that you used Pikachu as well...but it was the only Pokemon I saw. So, I just wanted to know about that.
    Yes, it is. Granted, they are still in the Pokemon world and so Ash having his Pikachu makes sense, but in this AU, more trainers attend school after the elementary level because it was more often than not expected by their parents. (The whole parental expectations thing will be a large theme in this, btw.) The reason Pikachu was the only pokemon seen in the first chapter is simply because Pikachu doesn't like being in his poke ball :]

    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Also, Ash seems more mature than he usually is...was that on purpose?
    Well, he is 17 at this point. Ash in general will be more mature, but that doesn't mean he's any less dense than he is at 10.

    Thanks for your comments and I would love to add you to the PM list.
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    Isawthephoto,

    With all my questions, I realised that I didn't give you any specific feedback! So here it goes:
    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    The girl grinned. “He appealed to me, anyway. Drew, this is, uh… May Truant? No... Bryant. Yes, that’s it. Sorry, kid, but I’m terrible with names. May, this is Drew Linus.”

    May studied the boy—something nagged at her—and she frowned, wracking her brain. Where had she seen him before? He seemed so familiar, though she was sure she hadn’t ever met him.

    “It’s a pleasure to be the object of your surveying, Miss Bryant,” he acknowledged with a grin after a rather awkward moment. May, unaware that she had been staring at him, flushed even more and sank into her seat.

    “I—I was just—”

    “It’s okay,” Leaf winked. “Drew does have a way of turning perfectly sane girls into fangirling airheads. I guess it comes with the territory of being a world-class coordinator,” she added as an afterthought.

    May snapped her finger. “That’s it! I saw you in the Hoenn Grand Festival last week. You were doing really well, but—”
    Wo0t! Contestshipping time! They've already met The underlined part was the best line IMO XD!

    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    May glanced down at the full, steaming plate that a waitress had placed down moments before. “I was wondering, actually… I saw a couple girls on the ferry over here, and they seemed nice enough… I think they were called Dawn and Mist—”

    Leaf inhaled sharply and glanced nervously over at Ash, who clenched his chopsticks a bit tighter as he dug into the shrimp. May furrowed her brow at this uncharacteristic action but just opted to begin her own dinner.
    Oh dear... is this a bad thing? Ash seems sorta mad about/with Misty...o.o! So...Pokeshipping has a ways to go o.o''

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    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    Yes, it is. Granted, they are still in the Pokemon world and so Ash having his Pikachu makes sense, but in this AU, more trainers attend school after the elementary level because it was more often than not expected by their parents. (The whole parental expectations thing will be a large theme in this, btw.) The reason Pikachu was the only pokemon seen in the first chapter is simply because Pikachu doesn't like being in his poke ball :]
    Thank you for the clarification. I'm getting the feeling that this fic will be somewhat more urban than rural [correct me if I'm wrong].

    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    Thanks for your comments and I would love to add you to the PM list.
    Your welcome and Thank You for adding me !

    Can't wait for the next chappie
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    Ever notice love is evol spelled backwards?
    And that I and O are next to each other on the keyboard?
    There's also that fact that evol can be the typo of evil.
    And evil is live backwards...wonder what that means... =/?


    I Love You has a numerical vaule of 831.
    Eight letters.
    Three words.
    One meaning.


    Contestshipping+Pokeshipping Ftw =D

    += 831 = May + Drew

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    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post

    Wo0t! Contestshipping time! They've already met The underlined part was the best line IMO XD!
    I'm glad you liked that :] I like writing humor, but there wasn't much opportunity to do so in this chapter.

    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Oh dear... is this a bad thing? Ash seems sorta mad about/with Misty...o.o! So...Pokeshipping has a ways to go o.o''

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    Don't worry, most of the ships are just... well, one liner sorts of things.


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    Thank you for the clarification. I'm getting the feeling that this fic will be somewhat more urban than rural [correct me if I'm wrong].
    Well, relatively. Brookfield is located in the suburbs of Goldenrod City, right near the ocean, so the kids do get to go out into the city on occasion.

    Thank you for your lovely reviews! And the second chapter is about halfway complete. I've had finals this week, so... yeah. It's been a bit hectic.
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    Wow, this fic is amazing!
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    Author's Note: Thanks to Bulbapedia for the passage on Weavile in the last portion of this chapter. And also, thanks to L0v3 is Evol and Allyson for your kind reviews :]

    Chapter Two: Here Come the Nice

    “So how’s the new girl?”

    Misty glanced up from her laptop as Dawn, effervescent as usual, swung her legs around the bench to sit beside the redhead. Even at 7:30 in the morning, her friend couldn’t have been bubblier.

    “May? She’s nice, I suppose. Quiet. We didn’t really get to talk last night,” she replied as she returned her attention to the headline story. “Did you hear about the double homicide in Veilstone last night ago?”

    Dawn poured a cup of coffee and dragged a few protesting sausages onto her plate. “Well considering I was locked up in my room, working on that gods-awful project for Professor Lorelei, I haven’t had any opportunity to get on the DataNet.”

    “It’s called a summer assignment for a reason, you know.”

    Her best friend grinned. “To put it off until as late as possible.”

    Misty rolled her eyes, sipping her coffee and glancing at the meat on the blue-haired girl’s plate with disdain. Dawn caught her glare and forked a slice.
    “You’re not going to guilt me into your vegan bullshit, okay? So just drop it.”

    Misty shrugged, as nonchalantly as her pride would allow. “I didn’t say anything. I guess your conscience is trying to tell you something.”

    “So what’s your schedule like?”

    Misty returned her attention to the news and sighed. “Advanced Battle Technique and Theory, then Numerology, Physiology and Anatomy, Psychology, and… Advanced History.” It was going to be a busy year.

    Dawn raised her eyebrows and laughed. “Remember when Giselle recommended not taking too many courses in the third year?”

    How could Misty forget? When their overachieving classmate was afflicted with panic attacks throughout her third year, the redhead knew that the key to survival would be… well, not being an overachiever.

    But those classes weren’t too rigorous. Sure, she had two advanced courses, but her sisters had done the same, and they certainly weren’t any more capable than she.

    Besides, running a gym would stress her out far more than her schedule could; it was in her best interest to get as much practice with pressure as possible, and she only had two years left to exploit.

    “Misty, there you are!”

    The redhead scowled at the feminine voice from behind her, and she glanced up at Dawn pleadingly. The younger girl smirked and raised her eyebrow as Misty turned around to see a very blond, very beautiful girl smiling at her.
    Daisy Waterflower practically oozed perfection, from the way her soft curls framed her face to her long, rather flawless legs. Of course, Misty’s older sister often demurred when complemented, reminding her devoted fanboys that she had a pretty distinctive birthmark on her upper right thigh… a fact that probably did more to help rather than hinder her popularity with men.
    The truth was Misty loved her older sisters. True, the “runt” of the Waterflower family had to work her tail off to get the attention of her father and stepmother, but she didn’t blame Daisy, Lily and Violet for their faultlessness. Misty had her intellect, and so she was perfectly content with being the least desirable sister…

    Liar, a tiny voice in her head muttered.

    “Hey Daisy,” Dawn greeted after a moment of the redhead’s unexplained silence. “How was your summer?”

    The blond smiled. “It was, you know, pretty cool. Tracey and I went to the Orange Islands for a couple of weeks on Daddy’s yacht. Misty,” she tugged on the long red plait to get her sister’s full attention after Misty had returned her focus on the laptop. A portion of her hair fell out of the braid, and Misty growled.

    “What?” the redhead snapped irritably.

    Daisy raised her finely manicured eyebrow. “I was just going to tell you to enjoy yourself this year. I know you’re stressed out about the gym and stuff, but really… your third year is all about having fun and living it up a bit. So don’t be too hard on yourself, okay kiddo?” she added, winking as she sauntered away and over to a table crammed with many of her adoring fourth year friends.

    “’Kiddo,’” Misty muttered, fixing her braid.

    Dawn swallowed a large chunk of her sausage and grinned. “It could have been worse, you know.”

    “How? Anything out of her mouth isn’t too far from the finish line.”

    “She could have called you ‘Runt.’”

    “Or Shrimp, Annie, A-Cup… yes, Dawn, I know.” She glanced at her watch. “We’d better finish up and head to class. I don’t fancy a late slip my first day.”

    The hallway was filled with uniformed students laughing and chatting with one another as they journeyed to their first classes of the year. The corridors of the castle, ever grand and ornate, sparkled warmly, not due to the fine candlelight and lamps lighting the halls, but due to the friendly spirit scintillating around the students.

    Misty and Dawn parted ways at the first staircase, and Misty climbed the steps, stopping with a chuckle for a second to watch her beautiful friend swaying down the hallway underneath to meet a girl in her year, Zoey Luis. She was an aspiring coordinator, like Dawn, and a pretty damn good one at that.

    From what Misty had heard, naturally. She didn’t really have time to go watching contests.

    She resumed her trek and shortly found her classroom. She had a double period of Technique and Theory, which was one of her favorite courses and was instructed by the illustrious Professor Lorelei Prima. Prima happened to be Misty’s idol, and it was mostly due to her similar battling style… and of course, her lineup.

    Misty found a seat near the front of the room. The “classroom” portion, lined with several wooden desks, faced a large battle arena.

    “Misty!” a familiar voice called. A tall, attractive girl with long burgundy hair tied blasé in a ponytail grinned at her as she dropped her book bag next to the desk beside Misty, who had already taken out her laptop.

    “Hey Flannery,” the redhead replied with a smile. “How was your summer?”
    Flannery was planning to take over her family’s gym, just as Misty was, once she was finished with her schooling. It was this similarity that had enabled the girls to become friendly.

    The other girl rolled her eyes. “Busy, of course. My grandpa made me try out the whole ‘gym leader shtick’ and well… trainers like to pick the summer to travel for obvious reasons, so I had to just stay around home mostly.”

    “Well, at least you’re getting practice, right?” Misty replied as the students began quieting down. Prima strolled into the room, and Misty could have sworn that she heard a catcall from behind her.

    “Okay, students, quiet down. We’ve got to start because we’re already late,” the professor began, walking to the front of the room. “Now, I hope all of you read the summer literature, as we will be taking a test on the materials in it tomorrow. That’s right, Mr. Ketchum, so I’m giving you time to SparkNotes it tonight.”

    A boy with shaggy black hair seating on the other side of the classroom blushed sheepishly at being addressed by the attractive teacher, and Leaf Ryder, a girl with long brown hair sitting beside Ketchum, laughed smugly at him.

    Prima smiled and pulled a poke ball off of her belt. “So, let’s talk type.” She released the pokemon held inside the poke ball, a dewgong, and Misty bit her lip in excitement at the sight of the beautiful seal pokemon.

    “Dewgong, of course, is a dual-type water and ice pokemon. It’s got a pretty good defense system, which really works to its benefit whilst battling water and ice-types. Now, say I wanted to battle this dewgong with a vulpix, and the vulpix used Flamethrower. How much power could the attack have against dewgong?”

    Misty’s hand shot up in the air, her braid bouncing in response to the sudden movement. The professor raised her eyebrows, visibly amused at the girl’s exuberance. “Alright, Miss Waterflower.”

    “Because dewgong often have the ability Thick Fat, this inhibits the power of the Flamethrower, decreasing it to around half of its original power… so the total estimated power of the attack is around 47.5 against a dewgong. This doesn’t mean that the damage inflicted equates to 47.5, but rather the percentage of damage is 47.5 of what it would have been originally, which is 95 for Flamethrower.”

    The professor nodded. “Very good, Miss Waterflower. You’ve done your homework.” Misty flushed at the praise as Prima returned the dewgong. “Now, can someone remind me what condition hinders ground-types the most? Mr. Oak?”

    Gary Oak, who had been arguing with Leaf Ryder, snapped his head toward the teacher. “Levitate, I believe, Professor.” Prima’s gaze lingered for a moment on the trio as she nodded.

    “Yes, this is correct. Lucky for Mr. Oak, I suppose. Now, I want you all to group up into threes and discuss the three properties of type, and how they can affect an attack.”

    After the class, Misty bade farewell to her friend and darted out of the classroom, eager to get to her next class—mostly so she could get it over with. Numerology was not a particularly engaging subject, and while it was an extra elective, she really had no choice but to suffer through the murk.

    x x x

    Ash Ketchum didn’t consider himself the brightest guy at the school—and his professors would have agreed wholeheartedly with the sentiment—but he did know a few important things. One, he wanted nothing more than to be a Pokemon Master someday. Two, his mother was sleeping with the headmaster, who happened to be his best friend's grandfather, a fact that still brought vomit to his esophagus. But the third fact he knew kind of trumped the others at the moment. He was sick and tired of his friends’ endless bickering; the only thing keeping him at the dinner table was his growling stomach.

    “Can’t you ever comb your hair out of your eyes?” Leaf snarled after a particularly nasty comment from Gary about the apparently scandalous length of her uniform skirt. “You look like one of those sexual predators on Dateline.”

    “You would know, wouldn’t you, Miss I’m-Obsessed-With-Chris-Hanson.”

    “I am not!”

    Gary scoffed. “Then why do you watch that garbage?”

    “That’s rich coming from the world’s biggest fan of Big Brother.”

    “It’s entertaining!”

    “It is not!”

    “It is!”

    “Only to perverts!”

    “Like To Catch a Predator, then!”

    Leaf glared at him over her dinner. “Are you implying something?”

    “Only that you’ve got that rape-victim fantasy complex or something.”

    Ash sighed and rolled his eyes as he felt a presence slump into the seat beside him. His friend, Brock Slate, rested his head on the hard surface, a dejected expression painting his face.

    “What’s up with you?” Ash asked after Brock exhaled loudly. The tall boy just pointed behind him, and Ash turned to see what had caused his depression. A few tables back, a girl with long auburn hair was engaged in what appeared to be a very intense make out session with a green haired boy.

    “Holly didn’t break up with Bill this summer,” Brock moaned as Drew sat beside him, a bubbly May behind him.

    “Did you expect her to?”

    Brock shook his head and slammed it against the table again.

    “What’s wrong with Brock?” Drew asked.

    “Holly Carle won’t date him, I guess.”

    “Do they have to be so blatant?” Brock shuddered and May shrugged with a broad grin on her face. “Leaf, will you help me get her attention?” the tall student asked slyly, his misery forgotten until the older girl threw her nose up in disgust.

    “Drop it, Brock.” Leaf muttered before she smiled at the transfer student. “So May, how was your first day?”

    The younger girl bit her lip. “It was okay, I guess.”

    Drew nudged her. “I think Coordination was better than ‘okay.’”

    Ash snorted. “Of course you liked it, you’re obsessed. Doesn’t mean everyone did.” He wasn’t a big fan of contests. The emerald-haired boy glared at him and opened his mouth to retort.

    “Actually, Ash, it was really fun. I’ve always been interested in coordination, but my father kind of wants me to be a trainer.”

    “She’s got quite a knack for it, in my opinion,” Drew added. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a little rough around the edges, but I’m pretty sure Professor Contesta can iron her out.”

    May scowled. “I’m right here, you know.”

    The experienced coordinator smirked. “May, if you want to coordinate, you’re going to have to get used to harder scrutiny than that.”

    The brunette frowned at the boy beside her. “Maybe I don’t want to coordinate.”

    “Suit yourself,” Drew replied lazily. “But I know that glint swimming in your eyes like the back of my hand.”

    May blushed and stared at the bowl of soup that a waitress had placed in front of her. She certainly couldn’t have been that easy to read. Well, her mother always said May really had to work on her poker face…
    Leaf raised her brow, and May could catch the slightest tilt of her lips beneath her clasped hands.

    “Well, I think May would benefit from a legitimate battle, not play acting,” Ash remarked, grinning at Pikachu. “Right buddy?” The little yellow mouse squealed an affirmative. He looked back at May. “I never did find out, what’s your starter?”

    The brunette winked. “I got a torchic from a family friend, Professor Birch, and it evolved into a combusken just recently, actually.”

    This got Gary’s attention. Even though she really hadn’t given the auburn-haired boy much of a chance, he really didn’t seem all that interested in the younger girl. “You know Professor Birch? He’s a colleague of my grandfather’s and a really, really excellent researcher.”

    May smiled. “He’s my godfather, actually.”

    Gary grinned, leaning back in his chair. “That’s very cool, May.”

    She shrugged. “I guess I just never thought about it like that. He’s just someone who’s always hanging around my dad.”

    “So hows about it, May?” Ash asked eagerly, channeling a ten-year-old on Christmas.

    “I’d love to… but is that allowed?”

    “Of course,” he replied, the excitement in his chocolate eyes evident. “There are arenas in pretty much every Battle-centric classroom, and when a class isn’t in session students can use those arenas for practice. I’d say this constitutes as practice, right?”

    “Sure it does,” Drew muttered sarcastically.

    “You,” Ash pointed at the coordinator. “Don’t try to corrupt her.”

    Leaf leaned over the table. “Ash is just excited to be able to get his blood pumping again,” she laughed. The dark-haired trainer frowned.

    “Only because you and Gary decided to be lame and ditch me for research.”

    “Forgive us for our maturing palates, Ketchum,” Gary retorted.

    Ash sighed and scratched Pikachu’s ear. “At least I’m still your friend. They seem to have betrayed me to join Drew in his plot to be the ultimate jerk,” he muttered conspiratorially, tossing a glance toward Leaf and Gary.

    “So when do you want to battle, Ash?” a soft voice called from beside Drew. Ash grinned; perhaps the new girl wasn’t as ready to betray him as his best friends were.

    “Well, I fully plan on not doing any homework this weekend… so…”

    May smiled. “Saturday afternoon?”

    Nothing excited Ash more than the promise of a battle. “It’s a date.”

    “Now don’t get too ahead of yourself,” Leaf chastised lightly, her eyes strangely sharp on the younger girl, though it was clear she was addressing Ash. “You wouldn’t want to lead the kid on.”

    Ash blushed. He certainly hadn’t meant anything other than a battle between two new friends… “Of—of course not.”

    It struck him that Leaf remained rather quiet throughout the entire dinner, responding only a few times when provoked. This behavior really didn’t suit her; Leaf Rider might have been insolent, challenging and even occasionally offensive, but she certainly didn’t have a passive aggressive bone in her body.

    Brock shifted for the first time beside him. “Holly…”

    “Oh get over it, Brock. She’s just a girl,” Leaf muttered. Brock scowled and rested his head on the table again.

    The awkward mood hung limply over the group until May excused herself to work on her first day’s homework. Leaf loosened up once the younger brunette had vacated the area, even laughing at Gary when he dropped a bowl of noodles on his lap.

    x x x

    Weavile are very snide Pokémon. Though Weavile flourish in packs, they show little to no remorse, respect, and/or mercy to their fellow Weavile. Weavile have very perplexing relationships with each other which researchers still study.

    Though Weavile are naturally hostile and cold, they are compatible with any Trainer nonetheless. With this in mind, however, many experienced Trainers believe a Weavile cannot fight at its peak without a matching Trainer that complements Weavile's natural behavior.

    Packs of Weavile love to live in cold habitats. Weavile are rare in most other areas because of this, though they are quite common in icy areas. Weavile seem to prosper in tree-filled areas. Researchers believe this to be because Weavile's living habitat revolves around their ability to hunt and steal eggs. They love snowy areas because of their ability to deceive their prey in the snow. Being that they communicate through markings on trees and ice, it is crucial that they hunt and live in areas that can benefit their abilities…


    Paul’s eyelids drooped without warning as he stared into the laptop screen, the words blending together with each additional letter.

    “…and so Dawn sends out her mamoswine, and Arceus is that thing huge! It just pummeled Zoey’s glameow without much actual effort. You should have seen it! Anyway, Mamoswine pretty much wowed the entire class when Dawn told it to use Earthquake… and it was really something, Paul, really something. I mean, I didn’t think Dawn would ever go for the whole macho thing, but she did… and she didn’t come off as butch or anything.”

    The purple-haired boy ran his hands over her eyes as his roommate, Conway D’Abruzzo, prattled on and on about some girl he was pretty much obsessed with. Paul had seen Dawn a few times, and yes, she was an attractive girl, but… this was a little extreme.

    “That sounds thrilling,” he muttered, straining his eyes to lock on the data on the screen.

    Conway grinned, adjusting his glasses. “Well, my friend—” at this, Paul shuddered, “—it really did seem like Dawn had it in the bag, but then that glameow darted under Mamoswine’s legs and well, Professor Contesta didn’t exactly appreciate the classroom being torn up by Earthquake… so Dawn lost. But Paul, you really should go watch her sometime. She’s something else.”

    When Paul didn’t answer, his companion sat up on his bed. “What are you working on, anyway?”

    “Project for Ivy.”

    “On what?”

    Paul sighed. Why had his brother but not he been able to get a single room again? “Weavile.”

    “Sounds interesting.”

    Paul nodded and glanced at the clock. 11:23. Perhaps he’d worked long enough on this project… for the time being, of course. He had a class second period the following day, and he didn’t quite fancy sleeping during History, though… well, he might as well have done so, considering how much (or little) he actually comprehended from Elm’s lectures.

    His life was methodical. Wake up, study, eat, study, sleep. Rinse and repeat. But he didn’t mind; after all, there was the golden beacon swirling at the end of the tunnel. To become a Master was what he desired, desired above everything, and he was not going to let a sophomore slump destroy his chances of earning his right to travel and continue his training.

    Indulgence can come in three years, he told himself as his eyes glazed over. For the time being, push yourself to the limit. That’s the only way to win.
    “I’m going to bed, Paul. You should, too, or you’ll fall apart tomorrow in class. G’night.”

    Paul saved his progress and clicked the laptop off. He jumped into his bed, watching the light flash out before his eyes with the simple tug on a string on the lamp beside him.

    Darkness was safety. Shadows enclosed him in a world in which only he lived, no Conway, no Reggie… and especially no pressuring father.
    He shut his eyes, and within seconds, Paul slept.
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    Hello hello

    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    “Actually, Ash, it was really fun. I’ve always been interested in coordination, but my father kind of wants me to be a trainer.”

    “She’s got quite a knack for it, in my opinion,” Drew added. “Don’t get me wrong, she’s a little rough around the edges, but I’m pretty sure Professor Contesta can iron her out.”

    May scowled. “I’m right here, you know.”

    The experienced coordinator smirked. “May, if you want to coordinate, you’re going to have to get used to harder scrutiny than that.”

    The brunette frowned at the boy beside her. “Maybe I don’t want to coordinate.”

    “Suit yourself,” Drew replied lazily. “But I know that glint swimming in your eyes like the back of my hand.”

    May blushed and stared at the bowl of soup that a waitress had placed in front of her. She certainly couldn’t have been that easy to read. Well, her mother always said May really had to work on her poker face….
    Aww man. You just made my day XD. I was watching a CS AMV with Pokerface as the song lol. Just thought I'd share Anddd! ContestShipping progression!!! Yay

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    “Sure it does,” Drew muttered sarcastically.

    “You,” Ash pointed at the coordinator. “Don’t try to corrupt her.”
    Heheh. ContestShipping VS AdvanceShipping. CS FTW!

    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    May smiled. “Saturday afternoon?”

    Nothing excited Ash more than the promise of a battle. “It’s a date.”

    “Now don’t get too ahead of yourself,” Leaf chastised lightly, her eyes strangely sharp on the younger girl, though it was clear she was addressing Ash. “You wouldn’t want to lead the kid on.”

    Ash blushed. He certainly hadn’t meant anything other than a battle between two new friends… “Of—of course not.”
    It struck him that Leaf remained rather quiet throughout the entire dinner, responding only a few times when provoked. This behavior really didn’t suit her; Leaf Rider might have been insolent, challenging and even occasionally offensive, but she certainly didn’t have a passive aggressive bone in her body.
    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    The awkward mood hung limply over the group until May excused herself to work on her first day’s homework. Leaf loosened up once the younger brunette had vacated the area, even laughing at Gary when he dropped a bowl of noodles on his lap.
    Heheheh. I spy JEALOUSLY!!!! o.o''' Someone wants attention XD!

    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    The other girl rolled her eyes. “Busy, of course. My grandpa made me try out the whole ‘gym leader shtick’ and well… trainers like to pick the summer to travel for obvious reasons, so I had to just stay around home mostly.”

    “Well, at least you’re getting practice, right?” Misty replied as the students began quieting down. Prima strolled into the room, and Misty could have sworn that she heard a catcall from behind her.
    It's that word again!

    Yay! Another good chappie It got me pretty hyper lol. I'm liking how May's relationship with the gang is progressing, especially with Drew. And how you're keeping Paul IC. Good job
    Crystal Rose [Contestshipping]

    Ever notice love is evol spelled backwards?
    And that I and O are next to each other on the keyboard?
    There's also that fact that evol can be the typo of evil.
    And evil is live backwards...wonder what that means... =/?


    I Love You has a numerical vaule of 831.
    Eight letters.
    Three words.
    One meaning.


    Contestshipping+Pokeshipping Ftw =D

    += 831 = May + Drew

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    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Aww man. You just made my day XD. I was watching a CS AMV with Pokerface as the song lol. Just thought I'd share Anddd! ContestShipping progression!!! Yay
    Isn't it wonderful? I adore CS.


    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Heheh. ContestShipping VS AdvanceShipping. CS FTW!
    When I was planning this plot point, I was basically keeping pretty much every other important ship in this fic in mind. Except for maybe... one or two. I don't really see how those two connect. But the outcome of the Ash/May/Drew thing will have repercussions.


    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Heheheh. I spy JEALOUSLY!!!! o.o''' Someone wants attention XD!
    Leaf is such a drama queen.

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    It's that word again!
    Haha, oh wow... I didn't even notice.

    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    Yay! Another good chappie It got me pretty hyper lol. I'm liking how May's relationship with the gang is progressing, especially with Drew. And how you're keeping Paul IC. Good job
    Thank you so much! I just finished school, so I'll probably be quicker with my updates.
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    This story has potential. I won't say its great yet or even good just because there isn't enough to read at the moment, but come a few more chapters, this will probably be one of the better fics here.

    First impression: the humor is good, dialogue; haven't heard some of the words in casual conversation in a long time, and character developement is superb.

    Best of luck!
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    Quote Originally Posted by Lord Aggron View Post
    This story has potential. I won't say its great yet or even good just because there isn't enough to read at the moment, but come a few more chapters, this will probably be one of the better fics here.

    First impression: the humor is good, dialogue; haven't heard some of the words in casual conversation in a long time, and character developement is superb.

    Best of luck!
    Thank you! I appreciate your honesty, because it's true: a story can't really be great or good so early on.

    And yes... I really need to make my characters less vocabulary-proficient, because sometimes it does come off a little fake.

    Anyway, thanks again for your review :]
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    I love this chapter!
    So Leaf's jealous of May? O.o
    Cant wait to see what happens next! XD

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    Quote Originally Posted by Allyson View Post
    I love this chapter!
    So Leaf's jealous of May? O.o
    Cant wait to see what happens next! XD
    Thanks :]

    And well... Leaf's true emotions will be covered in depth in a few chapters, but for now... vague jealousy is really all that you'll get.

    And I'm happy to say that I'm not even close to done with the third chapter... I'm sorry, it's been incredibly hectic... but I'll get it up hopefully by Sunday or Monday at the latest.
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
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    Where do you go when you're lonely?
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    This truly is an amazing piece of literature. It's a fantastic story and you've written it very well too! I especially loved the ikarishipping and advanceshipping though. It was so cute! I love reading multishipping stories like this because they're just so much fun to read. I really enjoy reading your story.

    “—though if you call me that, I’ll kick you in the face—” the girl interjected sweetly.
    This made me laugh. I love how you made Leaf tough and sharp. That's the personality I always picture whenever I think of her. I really like your story anyways, can I be added to the PM list?

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    Quote Originally Posted by Whitefire2000 View Post
    This truly is an amazing piece of literature. It's a fantastic story and you've written it very well too! I especially loved the ikarishipping and advanceshipping though. It was so cute! I love reading multishipping stories like this because they're just so much fun to read. I really enjoy reading your story.
    Hehe... *shuffles feet guiltily*

    I appreciate your kind remarks, believe me I do :] Unfortunately, one of the ships you mentioned... well, it doesn't really rub me the right way... I'll handle that one well, though, because that one will be addressed by a very jealous brunette. :] *Is being vague*

    The other one, however, is simply awesome, is it not?

    I hope this doesn't affect your appreciation of my story, though...

    Quote Originally Posted by Whitefire2000 View Post
    This made me laugh. I love how you made Leaf tough and sharp. That's the personality I always picture whenever I think of her. I really like your story anyways, can I be added to the PM list?
    Aww, thanks :] Leaf is one of my favorite characters in this fic, and as you will see, she is... well, dynamic. I kind of modeled her on Lorelei Gilmore from Gilmore Girls, by the way.

    Thanks again for your review, and I'll definitely add you to the list!
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
    Where do you go when you're blue?
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
    I'll follow you when the stars go blue.




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    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    Hehe... *shuffles feet guiltily*

    I appreciate your kind remarks, believe me I do :] Unfortunately, one of the ships you mentioned... well, it doesn't really rub me the right way... I'll handle that one well, though, because that one will be addressed by a very jealous brunette. :] *Is being vague*

    The other one, however, is simply awesome, is it not?

    I hope this doesn't affect your appreciation of my story, though...
    Not at all! I still like the story no matter what! The only ship I really hate is pearlshipping anyways ^_^. I love Lorelei too! Gilmore Girls was such a good show! I wish it didn't end, but oh well. And thanks for adding me to the PM list ^^

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    Quote Originally Posted by Whitefire2000 View Post
    Not at all! I still like the story no matter what! The only ship I really hate is pearlshipping anyways ^_^. I love Lorelei too! Gilmore Girls was such a good show! I wish it didn't end, but oh well. And thanks for adding me to the PM list ^^
    Ah, good, because Pearlshipping plays absolutely NO factor in this fic :] It's one of the few that doesn't make an appearance, actually.

    I know... I was so upset that it went out on such a... lackluster note. The final episode was good, but the seventh season was just kind of lame. I guess that came from having different writers.
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
    Where do you go when you're blue?
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
    I'll follow you when the stars go blue.




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    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    Ah, good, because Pearlshipping plays absolutely NO factor in this fic :] It's one of the few that doesn't make an appearance, actually.
    Yes! Thank GOD. Lol. And I've been meaning to comment before..but school stuff [FINALS!] has like killed me.

    Anywho.
    Quote Originally Posted by isawthephoto View Post
    I appreciate your kind remarks, believe me I do :] Unfortunately, one of the ships you mentioned... well, it doesn't really rub me the right way... I'll handle that one well, though, because that one will be addressed by a very jealous brunette. :] *Is being vague*
    I think Advanceshipping is gonna get shot... [in your story..] and I say that only because your sig. has Ikarishipping...so..I'm getting the vibe you are an Ikarishipper... therefore.. Advanceshipping= baibai!

    Heheheh. Logic...I'm probably off... o.o''

    Can't wait for the next chappii
    Crystal Rose [Contestshipping]

    Ever notice love is evol spelled backwards?
    And that I and O are next to each other on the keyboard?
    There's also that fact that evol can be the typo of evil.
    And evil is live backwards...wonder what that means... =/?


    I Love You has a numerical vaule of 831.
    Eight letters.
    Three words.
    One meaning.


    Contestshipping+Pokeshipping Ftw =D

    += 831 = May + Drew

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    Quote Originally Posted by L0v3 is Evol View Post
    I think Advanceshipping is gonna get shot... [in your story..] and I say that only because your sig. has Ikarishipping...so..I'm getting the vibe you are an Ikarishipper... therefore.. Advanceshipping= baibai!

    Heheheh. Logic...I'm probably off... o.o''
    Hmm... well, considering neither Ash nor May are involved in Ikarishipping... it's a possibility. But who knows, right? Oh yeah, me.

    Thanks for your review :] And ugh... my computer got zapped, so I've not been able to get on for the past few days... so no, the chapter will not be up for a few days. But it's looking pretty good, I think.
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    Where do you go when you're lonely?
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    Chapter Three: Chain of Fools

    Her hands glided up the keys, dancing over the ivory and ebony with little effort. Even with her blue eyes shut, she could see the music—feel its yearning, its misery—in her mind’s eye.

    Her whole body shook as she crescendoed in the heat of the song, the passion almost unbearable to feel. This feeling, this beauty, she could only obtain through the cataclysmic reaction of her fingers on piano keys.

    The song quieted, and she rolled her neck around, allowing the song to guide her body through the darkness, through some tunnel at the end of which there existed no light.

    Music was her savior, after all. She trusted it, more than anything. Misty had the sea; she had her instruments. She could manipulate them to wail the sorrowful, raspy blues, or breathe the classical, or gasp in rock n’ roll…
    Escapism, that’s what music provided for Dawn. More than anything, it enabled her to look beyond the next contest or her parents’ nasty divorce or… even her relative imperfection compared to her fiery best friend.
    Naturally, sex acted as an escape, too… but there was nothing more pure and resonant in her soul than her love for song.

    But sex had its drawbacks. With all of the pleasure came that ultimate self-loathing after her infinite, nameless, faceless partners had left. ‘It would have been nice,’ she thought as she slowed her chaotic rendition of Moonlight Sonata and ventured into a new, jazzier piece, ‘had one of them stayed to get to know me as I tried to for them.’

    And her latest… well, conquest, for lack of a better word, really had been the catch of the day. Except, he drank a bit much for her taste, and he wasn’t really all that into talking.

    The door behind her creaked open, and Dawn smiled. There was one person, however, who never failed at finding her.

    “I thought you’d be in here,” the soft, feminine voice murmured as the door shut again. Dawn continued beating the piano and nodded.

    The simple, swaying song betrayed a hint of the player’s inner turmoil, and when Misty sat beside her on the piano bench.

    “What’s this one?”

    “Blue in Green by Miles Davis.”

    Misty smirked. “More Davis? I thought you’d moved on to Coltrane.”

    Dawn rolled her eyes. “Kind of Blue is one of the greatest albums of all time, Misty. I’m not about to just abandon its composer even though I’ve picked up a new favorite.”

    “There’s that undying loyalty trait rearing its head again.”

    “I’m less loyal than you think,” she replied quietly, slipping over a key.
    “Damn,” she cursed quietly, correcting her mistake.

    They sat beside one another, basking in the somber song’s understated melancholy. Yes, Dawn knew, that was the only way to describe it. Understated melancholy.

    It was blue, but a greenish, quiet blue stumbling through some foggy depression. She wondered what Davis had felt while composing the song, while simply allowing the music to lead him through some soft swelling piece. He must have been melancholic.

    The song was rain. It was water pounding on her head and shoulders and body without regret, pouring onto her the heavy tears of the sky.

    Dawn was lucky she didn’t cry; the song could have moved her to tears, too. She stopped playing and shut her eyes, not daring to look at her best friend, who she was sure was on to her own melancholy.

    “Brendan was a jerk, Dawn.”

    Her eyes snapped open, and she smiled. The tilt of her lips, however, did not match the anger flashing in her eyes. “Yeah, I know.”

    “So don’t beat yourself up over him.”

    Dawn rested her finger on the F key. “I’m not beating myself up.”

    “Sure you are.”

    The blue-haired girl raised her brow. “Oh really?” she asked sardonically. “What makes you think you know what I’m feeling more than I do?”

    Misty rested her head on Dawn’s shoulder, something considerably difficult to accomplish comfortably due mainly to Misty’s height. “Because I can see your eyes. Eyes don’t lie, especially when they’re blue.”

    “Why blue eyes?”

    Misty grinned and tapped the D. “Because they are purer than brown and purity always shows the truth.”

    The younger girl sighed. “I just really thought he could change, you know?”

    “Here’s something I’ve learned over the past few years: never try to change a guy, because you’ll just run yourself ragged. You’ll find your ideal boy someday, but he’ll be his own person. He’ll not want to be Dawn’s male form.”

    Dawn pushed Misty’s hand off of the piano playfully and began a new, lighter song. “Pick up your guitar, Mist.”

    “Ugh… I’ve not played in ages, Dawn.”

    Dawn smiled, getting into the Latin groove of the new tune.

    As Misty plugged the spare electric guitar into the amplifier in the music room, she strummed a few strings and grinned. “I’m going to be a little rusty, you know.”

    Oye como va,” Dawn sang, her voice not particularly wonderful. Misty laughed and began playing around, vaguely recalling the chords of the song. “Come on, Misty. We’re a great duo. I can’t sing, and you can’t play.”

    The combination of the fiery guitar’s slightly out-of-tune wailing and the subdued piano’s murmuring soon filled the room, lighting up both girls’ moods substantially.

    Misty tripped over several chords and broke into a fit of giggles. “I’m an athlete,” she explained.

    “You could be good, if you put your mind to it.”

    The older girl rolled her eyes. “I don’t have the time, unfortunately. And really, music is your thing.”

    Dawn smiled and nodded, closing her eyes and allowing the energetic music to wash over her, to cleanse, to renew her spirit. Men, for all of their physical usefulness, couldn’t rinse her clean of her sins the way music could. In fact, Dawn thought wistfully, she would have taken a day with her piano over a lavish date with… well, any one of her boyfriends.

    The blue-haired girl felt a pair of very wise eyes staring at her. “Don’t say it, Mist. I don’t want to hear it.”

    “I wasn’t going to.”

    The last thing that she needed to hear was relationship advice, especially when it was she and not Misty with the ample experience that normally backed her counseling up.

    Dawn stared at her callused fingers, not particularly willing to admit the thoughts battering the exterior of her skull into the crevices of her mind. Unfortunately, they proved far too powerful, and she was helpless against their attack.

    She was a whore. A slut. Tramp.

    The words cut at her, raping her, shredding her with their truthfulness. She couldn’t deny them, no matter how much she wanted to.

    She didn’t want this knowledge, and she yearned for the new melody she was devising—a clear, calm tune—to accept her repentance.

    Still, Dawn smiled sadly as her fingers leapt from key to key; she knew there wasn’t much one could do to change one’s psychology. And she was sensual, and on occasion dramatically so, and this was a part of her make up.

    Something, she didn’t really know what or why, lightened her dulled spirit, and Dawn lifted her hands away from the piano as Misty extended her arm to the younger girl.

    The lights flickered off with the flip of a switch, and Dawn’s melancholy smile widened, aware of the warm feeling in the pit of her stomach at the touch of her best friend as they left the room.

    Two people, completely unbeknownst to the girls, stood quietly in the hallway behind them. One, a tall, lanky boy, stared longingly through his glasses at the blue haired musician. The other ran a hand through his purple hair and folded him arms indignantly, rolling his eyes as the first boy began to follow them out of the hallway.

    “I guess my brother isn’t the only idiot so utterly devastated by some stupid girl,” Paul muttered before following his companion.

    x x x x

    Footsteps crackled against the stone stairs, accompanying laughter as it filled the hallway.

    “He really beat the shit out of you, Ash,” Leaf giggled, her arm intertwined with the younger brunette girl in the group of six.

    “Yeah, but it was just one time!” the chocolate-eyed trainer replied, his ego clearly bruised as he looked down at Pikachu. “Right, buddy?”

    “Pika!” the little creature affirmed.

    “You have a pretty good strategy,” May said from Leaf’s side. The older girl’s grip on her instinctively tightened but her smile remained plastered to her face.

    “Well you’ll see even more of it on Saturday, May!”

    Leaf was not the most protective of creatures, but she certainly was territorial. And while she liked May well enough, the younger girl was clearly making an impact on Ash—on her, Leaf’s Ash. The Ash she’d known from the time when she, Gary and Ash were practically infants.

    The Ash whose mother had practically raised her. The Ash who she pretty much was in love with.

    Leaf glanced over at Gary, who just rolled his eyes. “Leaf, you’re going to cut her arm off.”

    Blushing, she released the girl and began playing with her long brown hair as she muttered an apology to the other girl.

    The group, clad in uniform dark navy and white, took a sharp turn and entered a cheery, boisterously decorated common room. Posters for bands and movies plastered against the walls, and advertisements for activities, clubs, battles and contests littered the tables.

    Leaf fell back into a sofa and stared at a mark on her right leg. She’d gotten it during her first year, when she and Gary had gotten a little too heated during one of their arguments. It had ended with her on the ground and him about two feet away, blood rushing from his nose due to a swift kick to the face. She rubbed it and grinned, recalling their promise not to get physical with each other made while they had sat in the infirmary ward.

    “Leaf, you okay?” Drew asked, his nose out of the book she had given him for the first time that day. She glanced up and winked.

    “Of course! I’m just kind of tired,” she explained, racing to find a good excuse in her mind. “I was up late last night working on my paper for Elm. Can you believe the work load this year? It’s like the professors collectively got together and said, ‘How can we make Leaf’s life more of a living nightmare than it already is?’ and succeeded!”

    The green-haired boy laughed, putting his copy of Walden down beside him. “Can’t wait for next year, then. Second year’s a breeze.”

    “Well, you haven’t really had more than a taste of it,” Gary corrected, and Ash shuddered.

    “Yeah, it was pretty awful about December or January. But this year has been… gruesome.”

    “And it’s only Thursday!” Leaf lamented, returning to her usual self. Complaining about the woes of school could do that to her.

    “I’m pretty nervous, I have to say,” May admitted from beside Ash. Brock smiled kindly at the transfer student.

    “It’s going to be difficult, but you’re a smart girl, so I’m sure you’ll be fine.”

    “You should get some advice from your roommate sometime,” Drew added, ignoring the warning kick in the shin from Leaf. “fucking brilliant, she is.”

    Ash snorted, prompting May to stare at him.

    At that point, a very pretty pink-haired girl bounced into the room wearing work-out gear, followed by two other girls who Leaf couldn’t really see.

    “Why don’t you just ask him out, Maylene?” the blue-haired girl asked.
    “Reggie’s too shy to even consider it, but I’m sure he feels the same way!”

    Leaf and Gary exchanged a nervous look, knowing that with Dawn came…

    The athlete blushed and shook her head. “I—I couldn’t! I’m not—”

    “I’m pretty hungry,” the redhead in the back of the group suddenly admitted. “Can we talk about this over a salad?”

    Of course, Leaf, Gary, Drew and Brock were well aware of what exactly would transpire following a Misty Waterflower-sighting.

    Ash would crush whatever was in his hands at the time—in this case it was a cup of soda that splashed all over May and ruined her blouse; Leaf inwardly grinned at this—and then fixate on something in the room situated far from the redhead until she had spotted the raven-haired boy and retreated.

    As the three girls left the room, May snapped. “What the hell was that?”
    Ash stared into the rug, frowning deeply. Pikachu stared up at him, leaping into his lap.

    “Ash doesn’t really like Misty very much,” Leaf quietly answered in a tone that dripped in finality. It wasn’t ever wise to continue on with Misty chat around a pissy Ash.

    “Oh, well I couldn’t have guessed that,” the younger girl muttered, sopping up the mess on her shirt.

    “Sorry, May,” Ash said softly and stood. “I’m going to go do some reading for Prima.”

    He stomped out of the room and into his dormitory with Pikachu darting at his heels; Leaf and Gary exchanged worried glances with one another, but it wasn’t until May inquired further about Misty that the group broke the silence.

    “They used to be friends, actually,” Gary started, grinning at Leaf. “The four of us went to a little private kindergarten in Cerulean, where her family is from, which is actually where we met.”

    “Gary and I were both close enough to Ash, but it was actually Misty who he called his best friend—besides Pikachu, who had been a pichu at the time,” Leaf added. “She was kind of a tomboy back then, and I think Ash really related to her back then. She had outlandish dreams, too. I remember her always saying she wanted to be the greatest Water Master in the world. Better than Professor Prima, even, who had, at that point in time, been an Elite Four member.”

    “Well, the future Pokemon Master Ash Ketchum really found Misty quite fun, and they would often stay over at each others houses for long periods of time.” Leaf bit her lip, hesitating. “But the distance made it hard for them to really connect after elementary school, and they just stopped hanging out.”

    May furrowed her brow. “But Ash seemed pretty… I don’t know, bitter. A bit too bitter for someone who just grew apart from an old friend.”

    Brock sighed. “They got into a big fight about her family—”

    “—and about how her goals had changed by high school,” Leaf interrupted quickly.

    “And they haven’t spoken a word to each other for two years,” Gary finished.

    The younger girl smiled. “But we can try to get them to be friends again, can’t we? I mean, she’s my roommate and he’s a friend—”

    “No.” Brock shook his head. “As much as I fervently believe those two were soul mates at some point or whatever, I can’t really see the two of them being thrilled with being pushed back together. Ash has a lot of resentment—with good reason—and Misty has a lot on her plate. Anyway, I think there are others who are better suited for him.”

    Leaf flinched at the usage of “soul mate” and stared at May; to her surprise, the younger girl appeared unfazed to Brock’s conspicuous hint. Perhaps Brock could see something that she couldn’t, but May hardly knew the boy. Four days! They’d known each other for less than a week and people were pairing them up.

    And yet, she, who had… dare she say it… loved him for ten years had not a chance with him.

    “The kid’s too dense, Brock,” she retorted, her voice a little too terse for her liking. “He’s got the emotional maturity of a wet mop.”

    Nevertheless, she was going to have to keep her eye on him.

    x x x x

    “This is really ridiculous, you know.”

    In all honesty, Paul had no idea why he didn’t just turn away; why he didn’t simply leave the psychotic beside him alone.

    Oh yeah, they were roommates. Being his usual prickish self would come back to bite him in the ***.

    “I just need to talk to her, Paul. I mean, just look at her!” Conway exclaimed in a surprisingly soft whisper, gesturing toward the thin girl curled up in the sofa several feet away from them. She typed rapidly on a laptop, presumably working on some sort of homework, but Paul could never tell with girls. She could have been spying on them, for all he knew.

    Stupid, conniving girls.

    “Actually, don’t,” the bespectacled boy corrected jealously as soon as Paul looked up from his own homework. “But I don’t know, Dawn’s a perfect specimen. I mean, I know I’m not really her type, but who’s to say that she can’t fall for the quiet yet intense boy currently in love with her?”

    “Seriously, are you spending time with my brother? The way you two toss around that word, it’s crazy,” he murmured, rolling his eyes.

    Conway raised his brow. “Paul, are you being sentimental?”

    “Absolutely not, just rational.” He returned to his text. Of course, as luck would have it, Conway’s obsession with Dawn Berlitz proved far more interesting than the evolution trends of water pokemon.

    “I just want to run my fingers through that hair. How do you think it gets that lustrous? I can’t even think up another word to describe it. Except perfect, maybe,” he hushed, his eyes darting over the blue sheen of her locks.

    “How about you go up there, snip a chunk off and run some of your psycho tests on it to find out? Because I really couldn’t tell you!”

    The other boy glared at him. “I do not run psycho tests, Paul. I experiment and conclude based on thorough scientific investigation.” Conway’s voice must have actually abandoned whisper territory, because his precious Dawn Berlitz glanced up from her work and studied the two boys in something akin to confusion.

    A smile crossed her lips, and she returned to her work. Nevertheless, Paul could tell that an extra sparkle floated in the pools of her blue eyes.
    Perhaps the dork beside him really had a chance.

    He heard a feminine, almost harsh giggle, and reanalyzed the situation. Conway wasn’t getting a date with Dawn anytime soon.

    “Paul! Do you have a moment?” a voice from behind called, and the boy groaned.

    ‘Great, not one but two love-crazed fools for me to deal with,’ he thought and stood up.

    His brother Reggie, with a gentle smile matching his disposition, waved from a table populated with a bunch of other fourth-years. He recognized several of them—whether he was proud of that fact or not, even he didn’t know—as Reggie’s friends.

    Of course, there was the impressive Head Boy Tracey Sketchit with his girlfriend—someone even Paul admitted was quite a stunner—Daisy Waterflower along with her two other sisters, Violet and Iris or something like that, the annoyingly perfect Head Girl Giselle Martin, the future gym leader Jasmin Latika, the quiet and mature Wallace Philippe, the equally even tempered Winona Hazel and, to Paul’s surprise, the formidable Steven Stone, a trainer he really admired.

    However, beside Reggie—to Paul’s utter dismay—sat a shy, fidgety Maylene Owen. Maylene was… well, probably the most important person to Reggie, save Paul himself. She was a cute girl, tough and strong in stature. But she really wasn’t a spectacular trainer, and while she was going to be named the gym leader of his hometown Veilstone, he really, really didn’t think she deserved it.

    Again, she was a cute girl. But she wasn’t much else.

    “What?” Paul asked after a moment. His brother smiled wearily.

    “I just wanted to let you know that I got a letter from Mom.”

    Though he internally leaped out of his skin, Paul didn’t break his stoic expression. Still, his eyes must have given away a hint of his excitement because Reggie grinned.

    “And how is Marian?” he kept his tone even. And he hoped that it sounded as even to the others as it did to him.

    Reggie glanced down at the letter. “She’s… well, herself, I guess. Here, you read it.”

    The script was hers, of course. It was fine and fluid, the ink a deep indigo.

    Reggie,

    I hope you and Paul are doing well! I think about my two boys every day. Marilyn cannot wait to join your brother next year! She’s training her cherubi finely, if you ask me. Of course, your father has problems with the choice in pokemon, but that is to be expected from such a brutish man, is it not?

    I spoke with Cheryl recently. You know the Doris’ daughter? Well, she is very excited to see you again. Smart girl, she is. Very well mannered and lovely, too.

    Anyway, I’m writing to let you know that I’ve decided to marry again. I know this might be difficult for you and your brother, but I can assure you that Matthew is a fine man. I understand if you won’t tell Paul—I know how temperamental he can be; takes after his father, after all—but I wanted you to know. You will be going to university next year, but you’ll still have to interact with your family, of course.

    I will be getting in touch soon with the wedding details. If you wish to be there, that is lovely. Invite your brother, too. He might regret not coming to the ceremony, even if he doesn’t think so now.

    Yours,

    Marian


    Paul rolled his eyes. “So Mom’s getting married again?”

    Reggie eyed him carefully. A hush fell over the table. “You will be at the wedding, right?”

    “How is this one any different than the other four?”

    “Paul. She is our mother.”

    The younger boy frowned. “Depends on the date, of course. I have things to do.”

    “Please come. You know it would make Mom really happy.”

    He didn’t not want to go to some frivolous event like his mother’s wedding. He’d been to three of the others, and he really didn’t want to go through the bureaucracy again. That’s all it was to Marian Veletta. Marian Anderson had been a faithful, kind woman in love with her troubled husband, but… Marian Veletta was… most conniving.

    There was no doubt in Paul’s mind that this Matthew fellow was wealthy. That he owned estates and had accumulated such an incredible wealth during his lifetime that his mother’s head would spin without the help of alcohol he was pretty sure she consumed on a regular basis.

    He didn’t want to be another guest attending some fancy, patrician wedding uniting two people who would of course divorce in a matter of years.

    This wasn’t his deal. This was something that his sister Marilyn would enjoy—it would give her a chance to show off her ridiculously expensive gowns—but there was nothing for someone like Paul at something like this.

    “I don’t think so,” Paul muttered and walked away to collect his books.
    Conway sat staring idly at a very aware Dawn, and Paul simply sighed and gathered his texts. “What was it?”

    “Nothing of your concern,” the purple-haired boy snapped, not wanting to discuss the fact that his mother was a serial wife.

    “Fine,” the other boy bristled and continued to observe his specimen.

    Paul trudged to the stairs, hoping to get to his dorm and therefore get to peace—at least until his blundering roommate bothered him. However, a tap on the shoulder alerted him to yet another obstruction.

    “Paul, I was hoping I’d find you here.” He turned and sighed. His mother’s goddaughter stood before him, picking at a thread on her blazer. Her vibrant red curls fell behind her in a messy plait and she smiled.

    “What Misty?”

    Attempting to appear unfazed by his rudeness, she kept her expression kind, though her face certainly showed fatigue and annoyance. “I got a call from my father and stepmother telling me that I’d better go to your mother’s wedding. I was wondering if you were planning on going.”

    “No.”

    The redhead narrowed her eyes slightly. “So I’ll have to finish our traditional champagne bottle all by myself? Don’t you see the danger in allowing me to do that?” His childhood… acquaintance (for he didn’t really consider Misty a friend) rolled her eyes at his silence. “Come on, Paul. She’s your mom, and I’ll be bored out of my skull at that wedding without anyone to drink with.”

    “It’s funny how the smartest girl in the school is also an alcoholic.”

    Misty scowled. “Hysterical.” She sighed and threw up her arms. “Oh well, I tried. Guess I’ll have to bring a friend. See ya around, Paul.”

    She waltzed away, and Paul rubbed his eyes drowsily. The stairs had never looked so wonderful before, except after his exams the previous year.

    It struck him, as he turned to glance at Conway again and saw Misty and Dawn laughed in front of him, how much he and the redhead actually had in common. Not that it mattered.

    ‘Bed,’ he thought stubbornly.

    x x x x

    I don't own Moonlight Sonata by Ludwig van Beethoven, Blue in Green by Miles Davis, Oye Como Va by Carlos Santana, or Walden by Henry David Thoreau.

    Author's Note: Gahhh.... this is so utterly late. I hate early chapters. I really do. But don't worry, next chapter... the fun begins.

    In Chapter Four: Seventeen Candles, A battle between two new friends leads to a very heated collision, a tarnished record and a bruised ego; a very unlikely trio plays the matchmaker game to bring Reggie and Maylene together to unexpected results; and Dawn and May decide to host a birthday party for Misty.
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
    Where do you go when you're blue?
    Where do you go when you're lonely?
    I'll follow you when the stars go blue.




    xx CATE

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    Coolio. Getting better. I like what you have done with Dawn's character, elegant, yet a bit well you know, one who wants a good time. I'd have to say that she is my favorite character currently.

    Conway reminds me way to much of myself not long ago. Though I still haven't gotten over her.

    Anyway, a few more chapters, would be good, but don't rush yourself. Time does wonders for the mind.
    Its up; The Sinnoh Journey. The story is http://www.serebiiforums.com/showthread.php?t=334150
    Proud to be a Scarfshipper.

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