Nice and Spice

Pining Yet Apart

Author's Notes: Me?!?!?!?!? Updating?!?!?!?!??! I know, wild and wacky. I've had a couple chapters written out just didn't post. That being said, looking back on this story, I think I'll end it with what I had written. I'm no longer proud of it, and I want to feel proud of my writing.

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It had been a few days.

A few boring, tiresome days. Y/N had stayed in her room, emotionally distraught. She had been thinking every event over. Her memories on a constant repeat, her feelings unstable. She had cried so much over what could be called trivial.

Overanalyzing every interaction, gauging his admiration with his reactions. He was hard to read. He pushed many away with his actions, and she never left. She desired companionship from him. It was always lingering in her mind that maybe she had been paranoid. It's never as bad as she thinks, but yet those worries would override any sense of logic.

A knock sounded from her door, the girl looking up from her arms. A voice sounded from behind the door.

"A-are you okay? Y/N?"

The hesitant voice of Marnie caught the girl's attention. Y/N limply moved, almost unwilling to leave her emotional pit on her bed. She trudged, opening her door, and offering a small smile.

The gothic girl stared at her lightless eyes, "what's wrong?? Ya haven' come out 'n days!"

"Two days." Y/N softly corrected, making her way back to the bed. The short girl sat at the edge, placing her head in her hands. Marnie slowly walked over, her gaze softening as she sat next to the young trainer.

"What's wrong? Please say somethin'. ." The girl pulled Y/N into a hug, the trainer sniffling in the otherwise quiet room. Soft tears became a rolling flood; the trainer shaking in Marnie's arms as she cried.

"What if. . What if he doesn't feel the same?. . What if he just wants me gone like the others?" Was all Y/N managed. Her mind was jumbled, her emotions even more so. The noirette let out a questioning sound. "What d'ya mean? Who?" Her tone was gentle.

Hop and Sonia had been talking with Marnie about it all, figuring the timid girl would be the best approach. She had known nothing other than Y/N hadn't spared the time to show her face outside her home. There was definitely something else at play, and while she didn't wish to pry, she wanted to understand.

Y/N lifted her head, wiping her eyes as she tried to calm down. "I-I don't know. . if I want to tell you. But I like someone and. . I-I don't. . It sounds dumb, nevermind." The statement was as directionless as she was. Marnie only listened, rubbing the girl's back as she tried to soothe her.

"It's okay, I promise. I think ya's overthinkin' it. I dun know who ya like, but I'm sure it isn't like that! What'd ya two do together last?"

Y/N paused, sniffling, "w-well, they wanted me to stay for tea but I got nervous and left."

Marnie softly chuckled, "sounds like a fine time tah me! I'm sure it's more than okay."

The trainer knew the noirette meant well, comfort not being her strongest suit, but it felt slightly difficult to take it to heart. She shifted, sitting more upright. Jumbled words fell from her mouth, but her message remained clear. She was a ball of unwavering uncertainty.

"Hun, ya shouldn't think so hard about it maybe. I think ya's ought to know that ya have friends that support ya! If whoever they are is a arse to ya, tell me first! I'll fight 'em mahself and get it sorted for ya." Marnie sounded determined, offering a confident smile to Y/N. "I think ya should just. . approach 'em as you would anybody. Follow yer heart and all that. I don't see a point in runnin' away from what makes ya happy, ya know? We don't live forever, go on and give everythin' ya got. And ya never only have just one chance, most people look forward to changes like this. It's uh, emotional development I think."

Y/N listened to her small rant, slowly nodding. "Y-you're right. It can't possibly be that bad. . I'm sorry. ."

The gothic girl mocked a gasp, "ya can't be sorry for nothin' ya did wrong! Yer more than fine, hun. Be more confident in yaself! You're a great pal, I'm sure everythin'll go just splendid." Her aqua green eyes shimmered, her mouth turned in a petite smile.

Y/N mustered a grin back, her energy low but her spirits lifted. "Th-thanks, Marnie."

"Ah, it ain't nothin'." The Dark type Gym Leader waved her hand, "would ya like to hang wid me 'n Hop latah? We're going to the theme park in Wyndon."

The trainer chuffed lightly, smiling with a polite nod. Fun with friends sounded like a nice distraction from her overflowing thoughts. While Y/N may have had herself somewhat sorted, disarray still littered the mind of her interest.

Bede kept rolling over in bed, a grimace on his features as he stared up the ceiling. A solid white. Painfully bored, yet indescribably upset.

Why did she stay in his mind? She didn't even want to spend her extra time with him. She left the tea party in such a hurry, you'd be convinced she was late for something important. Perhaps she was. He didn't know the intricacies of her life and schedule, but she fled so quickly, and her words were clearly not prepared in advance.

Maybe it was pathetic how he tried to prepare his for her. He didn't even know if he was truly doing anything correctly. Y/N seemed to enjoy the time they shared while cooking—but then why did she go? Who was more important? Who was better than him?. . .

He let out a sigh, his eyelids drooping, his expression deadened. His motivation dropped recently. He felt fired up to see her show up at the Gym. They never even got to battle. He had planned to win, laugh at her failure, but offer a little praise. He can't be a complete arse to her, after all. Yet, if she were to have won, he was going to genuinely declare she had battled well.

Or, forget and do as he often did: say she had won purely because of luck, and mock her in his fit of rage.

He'd do anything to have that kind of moment right now. He looked toward the clock on the wall. It was late in the day, and he had done his training earlier—even though he had no interest in doing so. Reluctantly, the blanchette sat up, stretching with a yawn.

An idea sprang into his head. Perhaps he could try to meet up with her while a few hours remained.

She might find him strange for seeking her out. . but maybe she'd be grateful. Bede recited possible greetings and conversations in his head. Planning some form of response to any possible retort.

He threw on his magenta jacket. The sight of it made his heart twist with painful memories, but, he knew Y/N would notice him instantly. Her eyes were almost drawn to the bright color.

And like he was late for a curfew, he bolted out of the Gym, Opal barely having time to ask him a question.