Storm's Story

{Part 2 of Storm's Story}

"I really gotta pee" muttered Lyla, "I really do,"

"Yea, I know" I snarled,

"When will we be there?",

"In a bit",

"But when?",

"We can see the town of—what was the name again?",

"You never told me,"

"CORVI" Knighty cried,

"What in the world is wrong with that thing!?" Lyla whined,

"First, Knighty isn't a 'thing' he's a Pokémon" I proclaimed,

"Second, Knighty is angry cause you said 'me' instead of saying 'us'. You should really try and think about Pokémon being living beings".

'Jeez' I thought while pulling a map from my bag, 'letting this person that I barely know come with me on this trace for a new Pokémon'.

"So, you found it yet?" Lyla asked with a bit of attitude

"Yea" I responded,

"It's called Penbroad Town, what a name"

"So?"

"So what?"

"So, I don't have a Pokémon! What am I supposed to do in a Pokémon journey with no Pokémon!?"

"Not my problem. You're the one who asked to come, I was gonna drop you off somewhere".

Lyla sighed,

"There was nothing better to do! I hate sitting around my house with nothing to do!"

I started to walk again and Knighty flew up in the air by himself,

"Well, we have nothing better to do so why don't we get to know eachother or something?"

"Ok... my first Pokémon died when I was ten. I hated Pokémon ever since".

"Cool. What should I tell you...? How about I swallowed a coin when I was little, and I haven't seen it come out of my body yet! Cool right?"

"..."

She laughed so hard it startled Knighty.

"Nice one, but I doubt THAT will creep me out. I had to watch our Stoutland kill a Pidgey then eat it" Lyla almost laughed this out,

"Ah, now I see" I said while letting out a sigh,

"What's up? Did I scare ya? Or you are just a weirdo?"

"No... Stoutland was your Pokémon... and they died?"

"Well... it's my family's... but it did die, I don't really like Pokémon anymore."

"It...? Stoutland was an 'it'?"

"A 'her'... why do you care? You don't even know her!"

"You brought it up"

"Hey, is that the town? Aww it's so tiny and cute and poor!!"

"...P-poor...?"

"Well look, it totally clashes with itself!"

"Oh, yeah yeah, of course..."

"Sarcasm is not needed thank you very much!".

I let out a jumbo sigh,

'This is nothin' poor alright... not compared my home...' I thought sadly with a bit of anger,

"Woah, I've NEVER seen anyone sigh like that... like dude. Go to the doctor."