The Reunion, Ch. 11 ::PITxRED::

CHAPTER 11:
Attack of the Fangirls!

The next day, I took Pit to see the park near my house. I figured I'd show him around town as much as possible while he was here, since he likes Pokémon and seemed interested. There's a lot to do in the Pokémon world, at least to a visitor, I would think, and there were Pokémon Centers to be visited and Safari Zones to be explored. The training park is kind of a cool place, where you can train and have mock battles or just play with your Pokémon for a little while.

When we arrived, a lot of kids were already there, running around with their older brothers' Charmeleons and Ivysaurs through the wet grass and mud puddles. I had read in the newspaper that there had been a huge monsoon while we were away at the reunion, so I guess they were getting all their energy out after being cooped up inside all week.

The sunlight glinted off of the green leaves of the poplar trees, and steam was rising up from the pavement in waves. A vendor selling ice cream in the shapes of Haunters and Charizards stooped over to hand them out to two little girls near the streetlamp. A few kids were flying kites, many in the shape of Tentacruels or Fearows, orange and green and blue in color, with their parents on the soccer field at the far end of the park. Other kids nearby were tossing frisbees or hitting baseballs for their Pokémon to catch and bring back.

Mm, I thought as a frisbee bumped me in the knee. I stooped to pick it up and toss back to a little girl and her Persian. It's good to be home.

Pit and I strolled along the path around the murky Farfetch'd pond, discussing going to the Commander Gardens. The Commander Project was a garden project sponsored by the city which had just been finished three weeks ago, and I hadn't seen it yet myself. As we walked along, Vaporeon and Eevee weaved between our feet and batted at the water; Pit seemed to have become attached to Eevee after waking up to him this morning, so I let him and Vaporeon out for a walk with us.

We had made it to the red Farfetch'd Crossing sign when a voice shouted, "Hey, kid!"

I turned around. "Yeah?"

Standing there in his muddy shoes and Zigzagoon-skin hat was a short boy, his plaid pants revealing his scraped knees. A chubby Quagsire stood by his side, I guess to look intimidating—although I don't know how those things could look intimidating, with those big goofy grins on their faces all the time.

I didn't need an introduction to this kid—it was Kendall, of course. The kid was always pestering me for battles whenever I set foot in the park, because he knew I was "Red the Pokémon Trainer" and I guess he needed to prove his worth. Like everyone else west of Kanto hadn't done the same, right? Anyway, this kid was really kind of funny in his own way. He always tried to come up with elaborate schemes to show off, that usually failed pretty miserably. But I can forgive—he's only eight, after all. He only had Pokémon because he had jacked them off his older brother.

Kendall wiped his nose on his wrist and frowned. "Wanna battle?"

I smiled. "Okay, kid—but I'll just knock your socks off like last time."

Kendall merely grunted and pointed to his Quagsire. The rubbery blob clapped its hands and performed a back flip before wobbling on to the field in front of him.

We moved over on the lawn, our shoes squelching in the mud. Pit stepped away, crossing his arms and looking impressed. He had said he wanted to see a battle, and here was one already. It was our lucky day.

I pulled out Charizard's Pokéball and let him out. Normally I would feel like a jerk using Charizard against an eight-year-old, but I was always having to come up with new tricks to impress this kid. He had already worn out all my other Pokémon with our previous engagements, and now I was having to move on to the heavy hitters. Perhaps I could impress Pit, too. I had improved a lot since Brawl and had a couple new Pokémon on my belt, too. What can I say—I never miss an opportunity to show off, right?

Kendall nodded, indicating to me to move first. How gentlemanly of him!

"Ember, Charizard!"

Quagsire flopped on its belly, sliding underneath the embers and ending up on Charizard's backside.

"S-Surf, Quagsire!" Kendall called, even though that's what Quagsire was already doing.

Pit raised his eyebrows at me. I shrugged. "Charizard, Tail Whip!"

Charizard flicked the tip of his tail, and it just missed Quagsire's head. In response, the water fish Pokémon leapt onto Charizard's back and began spraying water like a broken fire hose. Charizard's eyes flipped open, and his wings and arms began flailing about like crazy.

Kendall looked shocked and amazed all at the same time. "Uh…yeah, Quagsire! Keep…doing that!"

Pit cocked his eyebrow at me. I know I wasn't looking too hot at the moment, but don't worry, Pit—I have more than a few tricks up my sleeve.

"All right, Charizard—Fly!"

Charizard took to the air, fire spinning around him in a tunnel. The water fish Pokémon panicked and slipped off of Charizard's back, hurtling towards the ground. Charizard dove, caught it, and gently lowered Quagsire to the ground, landing next to it. The Pokémon stumbled around a little, kind of dazed.

Charizard performed a simple combo—Claw Swipe, Claw Swipe, Headbutt—and Quagsire landed next to Kendall's foot, KO'd.

"What?" Kendall took a second to look shocked at his knocked out Quagsire before whipping out another Pokéball. "Go, Quilava!"

What? I sighed…guess we weren't done yet. I nodded to Vaporeon, who was settled next to Pit's foot, and he nodded and bounded onto the field, lowering ready.

Vaporeon performed his own Surf, mooching off Quagsire's mud. Quilava's eyes bugged out at Vaporeon's sudden appearance, and the overgrown hamster quickly released a puff of fire. Vaporeon easily evaporated it with Water Gun. He jumped onto Quilava and began spraying him down while the fire Pokémon struggled—just returning him the favor. Vaporeon quickly finished off the fight with a couple of Tail Whips and an Ice Beam.

Kendall returned his frozen Quilava, his face bright red. I guess he was mad that I had beaten him yet again, but I don't know why he looks so surprised each time. Not to sound rude or anything, but, come on—he's eight. I'm twenty-one. It's just unfair!

Kendall turned to go. Then, as if suddenly inspired by the throes of revenge, he pointed an accusing finger at me and shouted. "Hey, look everyone!" A few people looked up from their newspapers or kids and squinted at him. My face began burning in shame. "It's Red—Red the Pokémon Trainer! From Brawl! You can tell, because he's with Pit the angel warrior!"

I frowned. Shut up, kid.

A few people squinted at me, but otherwise they went back to their daily business. I breathed a sigh of relief. I figured few people would care, since Brawl had been a long time ago and this wasn't even the region I was the most popular in anyway. But it was always nice to avoid negative attention.

Once he saw he had failed to stir up a rebellion, Kendall turned back to me and narrowed his eyes. "I'll beat you…one day."

"I look forward to that," I replied, frowning. Maybe he would actually stop asking me for battles each time I set foot in the park, then, and I could see my Farfetch'ds in peace!

Kendall thumbed his nose at me, and his Quagsire, apparently fully recovered, stuck out its tongue—they're a playful species, really. Kendall threw something small down on the ground, and smoked bloomed up, I guess a smoke pellet, heh. I think he was trying to be like those ninjas on television, but it totally failed and the smoke cleared in about two seconds. He and Quagsire looked embarrassed as they ran away. I swear, that kid just finds new ways to crack me up every time. It hadn't been the best of our experiences (I think that belongs to the Sceptile incident), but it had been a pretty good one. Pit laughed and stretched his arms and wings above his head, saying that he was impressed.

After that fun little side adventure, we restarted our quest towards the Commander Gardens. As we were walking, I noticed that it was going to be a little difficult going under the radar with Pit, what with his huge wings and strange clothing (not many people walked around here in bedsheets anymore, sorry). A few people had already stopped as we passed and stared after us, probably wondering if Pit was a cosplayer or some weird foreigner or maybe even a weird Pokémon.

"So does that happen often?" Pit asked as we walked along. "Some person just comes up and asks you to fight with them?"

I shrugged. "Yeah, all the time. People just come up and ask you to fight with them."

He blinked and drew back his head a little. "Wow, that's so cool."

"Really?" I had never really thought about that before—it being cool. Most people when they challenge you are just trying to one-up you or prove they're better than you are. But I guess fighting with Pokémon whenever you wanted to could be pretty cool. "Yeah, I guess so."

"Hey!" a girl's high voice sounded.

I stopped and looked over my shoulder for the second time in twelve minutes. "Yeah?"

A girl in an orange tank top skidded to a halt in front of me, her curly brown pigtails bouncing. The Eevee on her shoulder had its claws into her skin, looking as though it hadn't expected the girl to get up and start running and was clinging on for dear life.

"Sorry to bother you…" The girl's eyes flitted between me and Pit. "But…that kid…" She turned to me. "…Are you really Red? The Pokémon Trainer?"

I was about to respond 'Yes' when she suddenly blanched. I took a step back, unsure if she was going to be sick.

"Well, of course you are," she said. She aimed a finger at Pit. "Or else he wouldn't be here."

The following events were a little alarming, as the girl's face turned bright red, and she began jumping around like a broken Spoink. I was worried that she was having a seizure or something, but it turns out she was just 'fangirling.' Her defeated Eevee rolled its eyes up into the back of its head and let go of her shoulder, tumbling headfirst into her backpack.

"—OH, I am your BIGGEST fan!" she exclaimed. "I know it was a long time ago, but I remember watching you on the TV screen and going 'Pokémon Trainer! Pokémon Trainer!' You were the best representation of our world there! Well, I mean, I was a big Pikachu fan, too, and Super Smash Bros. Jigglypuff was so cute!" She clapped her hands together. "Was she that cute in real life? Oh well, you probably don't remember, but I just read in the paper you guys just had a reunion so maybe you do remember! But anyway, I was wondering, could I get a picture with you? Don't worry, I have a camera right here so it will only take a second—" Somehow, the girl managed to get a camera and take a picture of me without me even realizing it. For the next five minutes, the girl's head was a large blinking yellow spot instead of a girl's head. She shunted a piece of paper and something that felt like a hat under my hand. "—And could you sign this? Oh, and this, too? And this? Oh my god, my mom's gonna be so jealous when I tell her about this! She was a big fan of yours, too, but I think she was afraid to admit it because you were only ten or something at the time and she was twenty-nine or twenty-seven or something. That would have been really weird, huh? Thanks goodness she didn't tell you—whoops…"

While all this was going on (she somehow managed to shove her arm under there and get me to sign it), two girls, I'm guessing her friends, crept forward, their faces red. One tried to call out to her. "Pepper, please—calm down…"

Pepper merely waved her hand at her. "Pssh, she's just upset because she was a Pit fangirl—" Her eyes suddenly shot open in alarm, as if she remembered Pit was standing there. "—Not that I'm trying to offend you or anything, you are really cute!" She waved her hands even more wildly in front of her and looked between the both of us. "Not that I'm hitting on you both or anything!" She looked to me and clapped her hands together, asking what I think she had been wanting to this whole time: "Oh, can I hug you, please?"

I blinked. "Ah, sure—"

She threw her arms around my waist—I think the proper term for this is 'glomped'—and squeezed…really hard. I didn't expect her to squeeze that hard. I think if I lifted up my shirt now, you could still see the bruises she left.

"Oooh." Pepper fanned herself when she let go. "Ladies, he has the scent of Belloooossom on him!"

I think I heard one of the girls say, "Oh, I knew he would!" while the other shushed her.

Pit stuck his face next to mine. His eyebrow was twitching—I couldn't tell if he was angry, amused…or a little of both. "You wear perfume, hm?"

"Uh…"

"Well, anyway—" Pepper laughed, but it sounded more a high hiccup. It seemed as though her embarrassment had finally caught up with her. She turned the color of a Vulpix and began talking three times more rapidly than she already was. "I'll leave you two alone now. I hope I wasn't interrupting anything important or anything—I'm really sorry if it was. I just wanted to see you because I was your biggest fan and everything. Thanks a lot for signing everything and taking that picture with me. Okay, bye!"

She ran and dove back into her friends' arms, one scolding her, the other one screaming and asking if she could smell her shirt.

Pit stared after them, his mouth slightly ajar. He turned on his heel, and we began walking again. "That happen often?" he asked.

I was surprised myself. A fangirl encounter of that level hadn't happened in…months, I would say. "No, that hasn't happened in forever, ever since I've grown up and everything. I just look like any other guy passing on the street now. It's easier to disguise." I then punched him in the shoulder. "Hey, you may bring on more now, buddy."

"Hm." He crossed his arms and closed his eyes. Although his eyebrow twitched, I could see a hint of a smile…I think. "Well, if there are any more girls trying to hug you, I might have to try and take a stand against that."

Although I think he was only joking, I felt myself go red anyway. Oh yeah. I guess Pit was going to start saying those sorts of things from now on…

"Hiiiii Red," a girl's voice drolled.

I stopped and turned—again. I didn't realize it was so difficult to walk to the far end of the park. It would be midnight at this rate.

This time, three girls dressed in matching pink, turquoise and yellow outfits stood up from the bench. A Happiny, Budew, and Pichu (uh…respectively) were perched on their hips, and designer handbags swung from their arms—oh. It was the Chanel girls. Hello. These were very rich girls, born into their money, and I only hung out with them because I was "Red the Pokémon Trainer." They were nice, though, once you got over the fact they practically threw away money and…bought Pokémon for their looks. Bleh.

Penny, the pink one, tossed her hair behind her shoulder. "We heard you were back in town, Red. You didn't call us." She licked her finger and wiped the curl of her Happiny into place. She saw Pit, and suddenly her eyebrows rose up in interest. "Ooh, who is this?"

The three girls were regarding Pit with great interest, at least, as much interest as they could muster for something that wasn't an expensive rare Pokémon or a piece of jewelry—oh, sorry, that was rude of me. Celine and Star took up Pit's arms in their own and made googly eyes at him, as if he were their personal winged cabana boy already.

…Hmph.

Suddenly, I was the one burning with jealousy. My heart constricted tightly, and I had to hold myself back from waving them off. They couldn't do that, they didn't own him. "Get your hands off of him. He's—" I almost said 'mine,' but I realized that would…yeah. "—just visiting. So you can't do anything with him. He's not staying very long, just in town for a week." I grabbed Pit and whispered in his ear 'Not that that's true.'

Celine and Star reluctantly slid their arms away, although I think Celine was trying to get Pit to catch her eyes and look deeply into them so they could fall in love or something. I waved my hand impatiently at her, and she stepped away, looking disgruntled.

"How was the contest?" Penny sighed, picking at her fingernail.

I scratched my head. "You mean…reunion?"

Her eyes slid over to the side, as if something had caught their interest, then back to me. "Yeah…"

"It was okay…" I scratched the back of my neck and laughed awkwardly. "Listen, Penny, I'm really sorry, but Pit and I are trying to see the Commander Gardens before the park closes."

"But it's not even ten," Celine pointed out. She thought for a moment. "…In the morning."

"Yeah, but…" I glanced at the ground. She hadn't known our luck so far. "Yeah…but, anyway, we've gotta go. I can call you sometime, if you want. We can do lunch sometime."

"All right," Penny sighed. "Call us sometime, Red."

We ran—ran from them. Pit shook his arms off and stuck out his tongue. Hilariously, I thought, Ew, cooties! "Who were those people?" he asked.

"Chanel girls. …Oh. They're three girls—gosh, I don't even know if they're sisters, but I don't think they are—but anyway, they're very rich and live at the end of town. They're actually pretty nice, if you can get over the fact they just throw money around and buy Pokémon." I blanched, like how Pepper had done earlier. "But yeah."

"Wow…how do you know them?"

"We met at a convention." I had gone there because I had been in Brawl—hm, I didn't realize how many interactions today were based on me being in Brawl. Kendall, the fangirl, and now the Chanel girls.

…This is Pit's fault, somehow.

"So, so far today we've been accosted by a midget, you were attacked by some girl I'm pretty sure was rabid, and I was just molested by three…um, let's call them fangirls, just for my ego," Pit counted on his fingers. "And we've only been here…" He rolled his eyes up at the sky, as if there were a giant timepiece up there. "What, forty-five minutes?"

I checked my Pokédex's clock, and it said 9:35. "Thirty-seven, if you wanted to be exact." I put it away and smiled at him. "Yeah, that's how it is here, pretty much. You can stay, if you think you can hold on."

Pit came up beside me and slipped his hands around my waist. "Oh, I think I can hold on juuuust fi—"

I slapped his hand away. "Stop it. Not in public."

The angel commander crossed his arms and pouted. "Hmm. Fine."

We finally arrived at the gatehouse, the Pokémon bush sculptures parading in front of it. The city really did a nice job with this project: they hired a couple of companies to trim the bushes into the shapes of Phanpies and Pikachus and Totodiles, among others. The maze of bushes wound around the back of the gatehouse and bordered the far end of the park. Tiny pink and orange flowers dotted the bushes, and while Pit went to go get some ice cream, I reached out to rub the waxy leaves between my fingers. Eevee and Jolteon stretched out on the sun-warmed cement and yawned widely.

When Pit came back, he came up beside me, licking his purple ice cream. He intertwined his fingers with mine. I tried to wriggle out of his grip, but he only intensified it and glared at me.

"Stop it, or I'll start kissing you, and that won't leave much for people to wonder about."

I thought that the management would be unappreciative if they found me, some scrawny guy, and a winged angel man making out in their Phanpy bush sculptures. I bit my lip and looked around the pavilion: there were a few people sitting on benches nearby, but they seemed pretty focused on their newspapers or feeding the Pidgeys breadcrumbs. I turned back to the bushes and tried to enjoy it, the warmth of his hand and the firmness of his grip, but I couldn't stop that prickly feeling on the back of my neck that someone was watching us.

We walked along a tree-shaded path back further into the gardens. The whole time I was constantly looking over my shoulder to see if anyone was behind us, and eventually I just tried to get him to let go. Pit let go of my hand, waving it away, and crossed his arms, refusing to look at me. I felt a little hurt, but—we could do that at home…

We came to a small alcove in the bushes that was completely vacant. The only occupants were a Phanpy statue and a Pikachu statue, the Phanpy reaching out its trunk to the Pikachu's hand. We walked underneath their arc and sat down on a wall while Eevee and Jolteon chased each other through the flower beds. The iron fence covered in ivy and roses surrounded the alcove, locking in the roses' sweet scent and only allowing a gentle breeze to flow through.

We sat quietly on the wall, listening to the rustling leaves and Jolteon and Eevee squealing. Pit then turned and placed his hands on my cheeks. I drew back a little.

"Hold on…" he said to me. He placed his mouth over mine. He opened his lips slightly against my upper lip and kissed me there, gently.

I dug my fingers into his upper arm and tried to press my hand against his chest, but he merely pressed in harder and kissed me on the mouth. He kept his hands on my cheeks so I couldn't move.

Eventually, I stopped trying. He wasn't going to stop anyway. And you know what—he's probably right. There was no one around, and even if there were, it didn't matter. Instead, I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy it. I focused on the taste of his lips, the gentle scent of the roses, Jolteon and Eevee squealing in the corner, the rustle of the leaves in the wind. With a smile, I wondered how Penny or Pepper or, god forbid, Kendall, would react if they happened by and saw us at this moment—

"You there!"

I pulled away from Pit. "Oh, for God's sake—"

People in black jumpsuits surrounded us, sticking their feet through the ivy gates or running in through the entrance. Hitmonchans and bulky Gravelers flanked them. It didn't take me long to identify from their black outfits and covered faces that it was the Ninja Academy, a school just down the road that trained their students and Pokémon in the "ninja arts." I think that they're just a bunch of hoaxes, but whatever you want to do with your time… Anyway, they were still mad at me from when I had stopped their bank heist four months ago, so they were always looking for an opportunity to take their revenge. Joy. It's go time.

"Pokémon trainer Red, we challenge you to a battle!" one warrior called, pointing his finger directly at me.

I murmured out of the side of my mouth to Pit. "These guys are tough. Run for it. I'll meet you back at the house."

Pit nodded his head. "Got it."

I took out my four other Pokéballs—Vaporeon, Charizard, Venusaur, and Marill—and released them. The first three plus Eevee and Jolteon stood at ready, growling at their challengers. Marill, meanwhile, had been asleep, a snot bubble forming out of her nose, but then she woke up and saw the larger Pokémon and squeaked.

At the last second I glanced over my shoulder and caught Pit diving over the bushes on his way back home. I suddenly felt a thrill and was nervous all at once—I got to defend Pit, but I was probably gonna get owned in the process. This was going to be about twenty-one to six here. But nothing I couldn't handle. I threw out my directing arm for Vaporeon and glanced down. "Go, Vaporeon!—"

- x -

I dragged myself up my front porch and stopped there, too weak to go much further. My Pokémon hovered over me nervously; they were relatively unharmed, but I had gotten hit by a wayward Ninetales Flamethrower, so I was pretty much out of service. The door clicked opened, and a pair of sandaled feet padded over. Pit stuck his face down next to mine, his brown hair tickling my nose, and smiled. "Hello, my brave friend."

He hoisted me up by the arm, helping me get to my feet, then, unexpectedly, he lifted me up into his arms and carried me. I wanted to protest that I could walk by myself, but I was so tired I didn't really care at that point. It was kind of embarrassing, but kind of nice at the same time that Pit would do that for me. Heh heh.

Pit laid me down in a barstool chair at the kitchen counter. "You look like you took some damage yourself." He looked around at my Pokémon and probably saw that they were barely scratched. "Or…most of the damage."

"Yeah. I got hit by a Ninetales when we tried to get away. But otherwise, we completely owned them. Right guys?" Venusaur and Charizard roared in approval, while the Eevee three howled and Marill clapped her hands and giggled.

Pit smiled and began rummaging through my cabinets. "I thank you gentlemen—and lady—for saving me, and I promise you the favor will not go uncompensated." He frowned and looked at me. "What do you put on a Ninetales burn, exactly?"

"Uh—Rawst Aloe. It's in the cabinet under the sink."

"Super Potion, Elixir…" He clanked some bottles around and held up a green apple-sized jar. "…Rawst Aloe?"

"Yeah, that's it."

He pulled a stool up in front of me and dabbed a little of the clear jelly on his thumb. He wiped it over my left eye, and I sighed in relief, breathing in the medicine-y scent. I think it's really the scent that does it, not the medicine itself.

He rubbed some on his hands and rubbed it across the rest of my face. "Now, why were all those people ganging up on us today?"

"Uh, I guess they were fans." I smiled and blinked. "…Or enemies. For some. Or both."

"Does this happen daily?" Pit hoisted up my pantsleg and began applying aloe to the burns on my leg. There had been a couple. "I don't think I could handle something like that. I would think you would want to get away from everything."

"Naw, you get used to it," I said, tipping up my hat—my invisible hat. "That's how it is every day here. You adapt to it eventually."

He sat back, wiping his hands on his tunic, and his face settled into a frown. "Well, I hope I can adapt."

"You will. Soon you'll be training and calling out orders in no time." I reached over and ruffled his hair.

He gave a complacent smile, and his eyes twinkled. "Hm, maybe so." He set the jar on the counter and placed his hands on either side of my face. "Now can I make you feel really better?"

"Mm, I guess so…" He stood up and leaned over me, closing his eyes and placing his lips over mine. I closed my eyes, too, trying to imagine the warm alcove again—it wasn't quite like this afternoon, with the scent of Rawst Berry Aloe pervading the air instead of roses and my fan clicking in the corner instead of a breeze rustling in the leaves, but it would do. And at least we go to complete our kiss this time without some idiot interrupting us.

I heard someone jump up on the counter, their nails clicking on the surface, squeak, and fall off again. After Pit and I pulled away from each other, I smiled down at Chikorita, who whined at me and made a sour face.

Pit sat back down on his stool and pulled off one of my shoes. He began rubbing my foot with his thumbs…which felt really nice, actually. Really gets down into the bones. "Now, can I ask you something?" he said.

"Sure, what?"

He dropped my foot and pointed his hands at himself. "Why can't I have awesome fangirls?!"

"What?" I exclaimed and sat up. "Dude, you had tons of fangirls. Remember Charlice?"

"The girl who proposed to marry me?"

"No, that was…" I put a hand to my chin and thought. "No, that was Charlice. And Tammy, wasn't it?"

"I don't know, there were too many to count." Pit put his face in his hands, and I couldn't tell if he was laughing or crying (I think he was laughing, though).

We talked about the girl who had threatened to kill Ike's girlfriend or at least dye her hair purple if the swordsman didn't accept her undying confession of love for him and came to the obvious conclusion: all fangirls are scary. I rubbed Chikorita along her spine and behind her ear holes, since she had decided it was safe to join us again.

"Right, Chiki?" I asked.

"Chi-ka!" she purred.

Then both Pit and I stood up, deciding to go to the couch, I guess, but Pit slid his arms around me and smiled. I wrapped my arms around his, realizing I had to stand on my toes slightly to be eye-level with him. I think he's only taller than me when he's wearing shoes. …Really.

…It's not fair.

"Thanks for showing me around today," Pit said, smiling. "Sorry I couldn't be of more help with those last people."

"It's all right." I grinned. "They talk a big game."

He bent slightly and pressed his lips onto mine again. But this time, I really felt it. I wanted to kiss him harder, to touch his tongue with mine and trace the back of his teeth, for his lips to press harder against me. To be one and whole with someone, with anyone, with him. I ran my hand down the hairs on the nape of his neck, and he wrapped his arms further around my waist and pulled into me more. I felt his breath coming out of his nose and tingling the hairs along my upper lip.

"Chiiiiiiiikaaaaa…" someone on the table whined.

I opened one eye, smiled sideways at her and held my finger up for her to wait. I pulled her leaf down to shield her eyes as Pit and I finished our kiss. I can be proud to say that my Chikorita would not be a fangirl. At least that's something, right?