.:A FanFiction By CreatorOfDisastor:.
[Chapter Two]
[One-On-One Match]
It’s about 6 in the morning, now why I’m awake at an early time like this is completely beneath me but seeing Davina already awake and heaving a heavy-looking shoulder bag on made me rub my eyes and check my alarm clock twice. Yep, it still reads 6:00am, no make that 6:01am now.
“Davina!” I yelled at her whilst trying to stifle a yawn, “What do you think you’re doing? It’s six in the morning girl!”
Davina looked at me with her lips tightly pressed together as she tied her denim jacket tight around her, pulling on the sleeves sharply in a way that involved my neck resembling it, whilst looking at me with a look of rage about her. I nervously gulped and slowly retreated to the wall. I remember having the same look from Chelsea – my cousin – whenever I do something that seriously annoys her. It’s like her way of using body language saying something along the lines of ‘You’ve really screwed this one up big time Joey’ or ‘You are going to pay for this one way or another boy’. Either way it never ends all happily ever after, well it would for Chelsea but definitely not for me. I took a chance and asked her in the most naïve voice possible: ‘What did I do?’ Davina doubled on me the moment those words left my mouth and all I could do was listen to her with a terrified and wimpy look on my face.
“What did I do? What did I do? After insulting me and my family all you can say is
‘What did I do?’” she said angrily, mocking my voice funnily as she said the ‘What did I do?’
part.
I shrugged my shoulders and controlled myself not to laugh at her impression of me and
said ‘Sorry?’. It couldn’t have come out as good as I imagined since Davina pulled the pillow
from beside me and chucked it in my face.
“Dad said we could be great friends. That I could show you the ropes and all. Well I’m
certainly showing you the ropes boy-o. I’m showing you how to get out of my sight. In style!”
she screamed in my face as she took a strong hold on my shirt and hauled me out of
bed.
If this was her idea of me ‘getting out of her sight in so-called style’ then obviously we were two completely different people. And now, I seriously regret calling girls skittish. Because of my big mouth, guess what, I am being dragged out of my bed and out of a room I rented by a girl whom I have just realised to have underestimated and misunderstood physical strength. Who knew a girl with her looks could have the strength literally equal to a Machoke? Aren't I lucky though that I was wearing the same clothes as yesterday than sleeping in my underwear like I had planned. No seriously think about it, how humiliating would it be to be thrown out of your room? Very humiliating right? Well visualise yourself dragged out of that same room in your underwear. Talk about ‘Hoenn’s Most Embarrassing Moments’. That would take 1st place surely! Well I wasn’t going to give in to a girl that easily. There is no way a man would let himself be dragged pathetically across the carpet floor by a housewife. So what am I going to do about it? Well pokemon were made for battling right? Well then, since I have only one pokemon I might as well put it to good use. So how did I get that only pokeball I have from my bag when I was being man- handled by a girl? Well as I was being dragged to the door I simply grabbed my bag and took out the only pokeball I had as fast as I could.
“Mudkip go” I ordered throwing the only pokeball I had at Davina.