Black and White slowly walked along the beach, holding hands as they let the cold, clear water chill their toes. Black was vaguely aware that he was getting tired, but fought it, not wanting to waste his precious time with White. “You know,” he murmured, looking at the darkening sky. “Your mom really has an interesting imagination,” he smirked, half-blushing, and half-jokily. White’s pale face instantly turned scarlet, remembering the phone call with her mother. “Oh, yeah, she certainly does… I mean, I’m only ten, for goodness sake! Why would she think that when I’m out late? I’m responsible, but every second I’m not around her, she thinks I’m with a boy! The only time I actually was with a boy for a relatively long time is now. I just don’t get my mom…” she whispered, her voice trailing off with the slight breeze. White didn’t even realize that they were holding hands until then, and blushed, hoping he couldn’t see her face in the fading light. Black took in everything, unaware that he was a natural observer: one who prefers to stay in the shadows rather than being the center of attention. Black ran his hand through his chestnut brown hair, thinking about when he was young. His parents had never cared about him, much less wanting to know if he was in a relationship or anything. Black had to pay for his own food, clothes, and even his own education. The only thing his parents provided for him was a place to live in. Black would much rather sleep outside on the grass, so often he snuck out and slept in the forest, welcoming the scent of the evergreen trees dancing around him on starry nights. How nice it must be, he thought, to have people that care about you. To actually have friends that sleep over at your house, eat food that your parents provide you happily, and accept gifts from your parents and relatives… That life would’ve been like paradise for Black. Unfortunately for Black, his parents were drug addicts, and had no jobs. Often he had came home only to be beaten by his crazy, drunk father, or sometimes even his own mother made him stay in the basement for five days without food or water, because they were too drunk to remember they had locked him in for a supposedly five minute time-out. To everyone except White, he was a dweeb. He must look perfectly normal to them, other than being almost too smart. They didn’t give him a second thought; they would have never guessed that he was going through this horrible, sick life. While they were out getting pizza and having sleep-over’s, he was working from day to night in order to pay for all of his needs. Black had completely forgot about White, who was standing next to him, watching mesmerized as his eyes darted back and forth, remembering childhood and current memories. She didn’t dare wake him, he was so innocent looking in the moonlight, she just had to stare. When Black came to, he was laying in the soft sand, with White sitting next to him, staring. “Are you okay, Black? You were just there daydreaming or something for, like, twenty minutes.” She murmured, concerned for his well-being. No one had ever been concerned for him before. No one had even cared. No one. But here was practically an angel, sitting right next to him. He felt privileged just to be in the same region as her. “Black? Are you okay?” White’s voice came again, jolting him back into reality. “Oh, yeah, yeah… I’m fine. Sorry if I sort of conked out on you there, White,” he said, sitting up and rubbing his neck. “It’s okay,” she murmured, and said, “I’m soooo tired,” she yawned, stretching her arms out above her. “Yeah, me too,” replied Black, trying not to fall asleep. “Maybe some of my genuinely outdoor-made shuckin’ spaghetti will wake us up,” she said half to herself, and started setting up empty wooden picnic table that was conveniently close by. Black yawned and wearily stood up, stretching. He yawned so widely that with a sharp crack he closed his mouth immediately, feeling his jaw and cheek for anything wrong. “Dinner’s ready,” White called from in the clearing of the forest they had entered. Black walked over to the makeshift camp, grabbing a plate and plopping some good smelling spaghetti on it. They both plopped down on a log, eating their spaghetti quietly and politely. “So, how are you liking the Unova Region, White?” he asked, swallowing his mouthful of food. “Pretty good, actually. It’s really nice here,” she murmured, playing with her food nervously. They finished eating and soon were sitting down on their sleeping bags, leaning against the reassuring bark of a tree. They let Snivy and Hydro come out of their pokeballs and play around with each other. By now, they were tuckered out, and came over to them, setting their heads down in the opposite trainer’s lap. In White’s lap lay Black’s Snivy, and in Black’s lay her Hydro. Snivy squealed excitedly, motioning for White to take out her Pokedex in order to see what Snivy was saying. White took out her Pokedex, went to ‘Pokémon Speech Translator’ and activated it. Suddenly, the Pokedex seemingly came to life when Snivy and Hydro talked. “Hey! Finally you can hear us! We’ve been trying to talk to you for a long time!” said Snivy. “Umm, okay. So what did you want to talk to me about, Snivy?” she asked to the green lizard Pokémon. Snivy whispered an answer, making her have to hold the Pokedex to be able to hear. “Black can’t hear this, can he?” Snivy smirked satisfyingly. “The thing is, he thinks you’re pretty, you know?” Snivy was saying. White blushed from head to toe. Her? Pretty? She certainly had never thought that she of all people would be pretty. “He has dreams of you, White. He tells me,” said Snivy, motioning towards Black. “Very weird, human dreams are. He said something about you two putting your mouths together and undressing. Weird, right? I can never understand why humans would do that. Why do they wear clothes, anyway? It would be much smarter to not have any clothes, so when girl Pokémon come, you can eas—“ “Okay, okay, I get the point!” White hissed. Black was dreaming of them kissing? And even more, then undressing? True, White had dreams like that of Black, but she would have never thought that he thought of her that much. Black sat against a tree, listening as Hydro told him everything that White had dreamed or thought of him. White actually liked him? That much? It was like a dream come true. But, of course, came the possibility that this Pokémon was lying to him. How can I risk asking her if it’s true without getting rejected? He thought to himself silently. If what Hydro was telling him was true, then that meant that White liked him! No, not just liked – loved.
This is so fucking hot
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