Post by Sasachi on Sept 4, 2006 22:46:36 GMT -5
Here is a story I posted in a different forum, but I suppose I can post it here, too. n.n
"Run! Over Here!"
Trentson look up at his mother's face.
"Why?"
"Please don't do this to me!" she whined.
Trentson looked her in the eyes, "It will be my pleasure."
He pressed some yellow buttons, a "B" and "side" combo, and his Pikachu pawned his mother's Link.
"Ha! I have won again!"
Mrs. Moore glared at him, "Only because I let you."
Trentson turned off the gamecube and sat on his bed. He glanced at his mom, and realized how glad he was to have such a cool one.
"Don't forget, Mom, I always win. Even if it requires squashing every n00b in the world, victory will be mine."
They laughed. Trentson is one of those few people that has the coolest parents in the world. They are like his best friends, and he's not afraid to let everyone else know it.
Trentson grabbed a pokeball, "We need to go train, soon. Playing Pikachu on the game doesn't help raise my Poochyena in real life."
"You go ahead, there's a new show coming on. I'll stay home and watch it with Ralts.
Trentson grabbed the rest of his pokemon, his backpack, and walked outside into the fresh air. He watch for a moment as the Pidgeys and Tailows pecked at the ground and played in the birdbathes. A Skitty passed by his driveway, but he knew not to attempt to catch it. It belonged to Mrs. Wetterbell, the meanest woman he had ever met. One mistake and she'll sent Officer Jenny to your frontdoor in a heartbeat.
"Come on out, Pooch!" Trentson sent out his Pokemon. Pooch was his first and favorite Pokemon, not that he had many to compare it with. He had just began his journey.
"You know, Pooch? I'm not in the mood to train. No offense, but I've been playing with Pokemon for a couple of hours on SB Melee. Lets go see Grandma and Grandpa.
He strolled down the sidewalk with Poochyena, whistling a little tune. He occasionally waved at a neighbor, or pet a wondering, but tame, Pokemon. As he walked up his grandparent's driveway, he noticed that the new Azaleas had bloomed. He knocked on the door.
"Good morning, Trentson! Nice to see you still care enought to see us once in a blue moon!"
Trentson laughed at his Grandma, "I was just over yesterday."
"Listening to Grandpa's stories, I bet. Well, come on in. I just made snickerdoodles. Your Grandpa is out back on the veranda."
Trentson slid through the kitchen to get a cookie, then hurried out to the veranda to talk to his grandfather. Grandpa always had the best stories to tell about when he was younger. He really was quite a hero, back in the day.
"Well, hey there bud. How's my favorite grandson been? I see you brought me a cookie."
"No, its my cookie, Grandpa. You can have a piece though."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Trentson could feel the stare of his grandfather's wise eyes.
"Is something bothering you, Trent? You seem awfully quite."
"Grandpa? How did you act around girls when you were a teenager?"
Grandpa smiled. "Women are complicated things, Trent. I met many in my day, but none as perfect as your grandmother. I was just polite, and made sure to be myself."
"Oh. Thanks, I guess. I'm going to go back home now, Mom said she was watching a new show. I was wondering what it was. See you later."
Trentson said a quick goodbye to Grandma on the way out, and was on his way. He didn't know why he wanted to leave so suddenly, he just did.
"Do you suppose he'll be like you?"
"I don't know, sweetheart. I couldn't tell at that age. One, day he'll know."
Trenton's grandparents stood on the veranda. Grandma reached over the rail and grabbed Grandpa's hand. "He has potential."
"Toge tic-tic!"
Togetic wandered outside. It pulled on Grandma's skirt, obviously summoning her. She followed it inside, and heard the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"......"
"Are you sure? I'll get him," she turned around and calls her husband from the veranda.
"Ash! It's Brock, and he says he knows!"
"Run! Over Here!"
Trentson look up at his mother's face.
"Why?"
"Please don't do this to me!" she whined.
Trentson looked her in the eyes, "It will be my pleasure."
He pressed some yellow buttons, a "B" and "side" combo, and his Pikachu pawned his mother's Link.
"Ha! I have won again!"
Mrs. Moore glared at him, "Only because I let you."
Trentson turned off the gamecube and sat on his bed. He glanced at his mom, and realized how glad he was to have such a cool one.
"Don't forget, Mom, I always win. Even if it requires squashing every n00b in the world, victory will be mine."
They laughed. Trentson is one of those few people that has the coolest parents in the world. They are like his best friends, and he's not afraid to let everyone else know it.
Trentson grabbed a pokeball, "We need to go train, soon. Playing Pikachu on the game doesn't help raise my Poochyena in real life."
"You go ahead, there's a new show coming on. I'll stay home and watch it with Ralts.
Trentson grabbed the rest of his pokemon, his backpack, and walked outside into the fresh air. He watch for a moment as the Pidgeys and Tailows pecked at the ground and played in the birdbathes. A Skitty passed by his driveway, but he knew not to attempt to catch it. It belonged to Mrs. Wetterbell, the meanest woman he had ever met. One mistake and she'll sent Officer Jenny to your frontdoor in a heartbeat.
"Come on out, Pooch!" Trentson sent out his Pokemon. Pooch was his first and favorite Pokemon, not that he had many to compare it with. He had just began his journey.
"You know, Pooch? I'm not in the mood to train. No offense, but I've been playing with Pokemon for a couple of hours on SB Melee. Lets go see Grandma and Grandpa.
He strolled down the sidewalk with Poochyena, whistling a little tune. He occasionally waved at a neighbor, or pet a wondering, but tame, Pokemon. As he walked up his grandparent's driveway, he noticed that the new Azaleas had bloomed. He knocked on the door.
"Good morning, Trentson! Nice to see you still care enought to see us once in a blue moon!"
Trentson laughed at his Grandma, "I was just over yesterday."
"Listening to Grandpa's stories, I bet. Well, come on in. I just made snickerdoodles. Your Grandpa is out back on the veranda."
Trentson slid through the kitchen to get a cookie, then hurried out to the veranda to talk to his grandfather. Grandpa always had the best stories to tell about when he was younger. He really was quite a hero, back in the day.
"Well, hey there bud. How's my favorite grandson been? I see you brought me a cookie."
"No, its my cookie, Grandpa. You can have a piece though."
They sat in silence for a few moments. Trentson could feel the stare of his grandfather's wise eyes.
"Is something bothering you, Trent? You seem awfully quite."
"Grandpa? How did you act around girls when you were a teenager?"
Grandpa smiled. "Women are complicated things, Trent. I met many in my day, but none as perfect as your grandmother. I was just polite, and made sure to be myself."
"Oh. Thanks, I guess. I'm going to go back home now, Mom said she was watching a new show. I was wondering what it was. See you later."
Trentson said a quick goodbye to Grandma on the way out, and was on his way. He didn't know why he wanted to leave so suddenly, he just did.
"Do you suppose he'll be like you?"
"I don't know, sweetheart. I couldn't tell at that age. One, day he'll know."
Trenton's grandparents stood on the veranda. Grandma reached over the rail and grabbed Grandpa's hand. "He has potential."
"Toge tic-tic!"
Togetic wandered outside. It pulled on Grandma's skirt, obviously summoning her. She followed it inside, and heard the phone ringing.
"Hello?"
"......"
"Are you sure? I'll get him," she turned around and calls her husband from the veranda.
"Ash! It's Brock, and he says he knows!"
