Bullies, Schemes, and Pokemon Pheromones: A Sonia x OC story

Chapter 19

It was a few minutes after Coovers and Oshawott left before Timothy decided to go home. He turned his Rotom Phone into a bicycle and took the main road through Wedgehurst to Postwick with Electchu on his shoulder. They headed straight to Timothy's room as soon as they got inside their house. There were towers of boxes containing Timothy's stuff, the shells in his bookcase were detached, and there was a plastic bag and a screwdriver ready to take apart Timothy's bed frame in the morning. Timothy took off his backpack and paused before he slammed it to the ground. He sat on the side of his bed and ran his fingers through his hair as he grunted in frustration. Electchu hopped on the bed, standing next to Timothy and Timothy looked at his beloved Pokemon with a tear in his eye.

"How could this happen, Eletchu?" Timothy asked. "A few hours ago, everything was great. We got payback against our bullies, the Magnolia Paddock isn't going to become a stadium, and then, because of one mistake, we lost our friends. And Sonia...all this time she..."

Timothy shut his eyes and looked away from Electchu. Electchu watched Timothy's frustration grow with its ears hanging low.

"I mean, they have every right to be mad at me, but how did Coovers expect me to react to this hours before moving?" Timothy asked. "You think I haven't gone through enough thinking Sonia saw me as lower than dirt before we made up? Would I never find out unless I ditched our friends and Coovers spilled the beans like that?"

"Pikachu," Electchu said, shaking its head to express that it didn't know.

Timothy groaned and hung his head while running his fingers through his hair again. He stayed still for several seconds before he shook his head.

"No. No, it can't end like this. I can't let this be how Sonia and I go our separate ways," Timothy said. "I want her to know that I'm sorry. If I knew, I would have ignored Tulip's advances. I want her to know that I..."

Timothy's eyes widened, and his voice died in his throat. It had been so long since the day before Valentine's Day that he had almost forgotten the feeling of wanting to say the words. Electchu moved closer to Timothy on all fours, wondering if he would bring himself to say it. After a few more seconds, Timothy's face grew serious again, and he took out his Rotom phone.

"You know what? Sonia's got to know how I really feel. If it's too late, so be it, but I need her to hear me say it," he said. "Rotom, call Sonia."

"Calling Sonia," Timothy's Rotom Phone said.

Timothy held his phone to his ear as the phone started ringing. Electchu grew uneasy, doubting Sonia would answer Timothy's call. Timothy waited for half a minute before his phone stopped ringing.

"Sorry, Sonia's not answering," Rotom said. "Do you want to leave a voicemail?"

"No, try again," Timothy said.

"Okay. Calling Sonia again," Rotom said.

Timothy drummed his fingers on his lap as the phone rang again. He was prepared to say sorry the second he heard Sonia answer. Yet the longer he waited, he began to accept that Sonia wouldn't answer the phone.

"Sorry, Sonia's not answering," Rotom said. "Do you want to leave a voicemail?"

Timothy opened his mouth to tell Rotom to try again, then stopped to think about it. For all he knew, Sonia was in bed still crying and would throw her Rotom Phone against the wall upon finding out Timothy was calling. Timothy sighed, accepting his only chance was to leave a message on the slight chance she would listen after letting out her grief.

"Yes. Leave a voicemail, please," he said.

"Okay. Leave your message at the sound of the beep," Rotom said.