❝ Why do I feel like I'm just a chapter in your book while you're my entire story? ❞
❝ Well, you're obviously wrong, because you're my entire novel, cover to cover. ❞
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A blank canvas. That's how my life was. Until she took my hand...
o1. chapter one: who lands and threatens the owner of my lodging? I do. <3
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My heart hammered against my chest as the floor beneath grumbled. There was a jolt, and I clutched my bag closer to my chest, before the jet started gliding smoothly on the runway. I felt a tug as the gravity shifted slightly, my stomach feeling funny.
Looking outside the window, I spotted the daylight bleeding into nightfall, little stars beginning to shine over us. The moon was a sleek crescent, peeking out of wispy clouds.
"I'm awake, I'm awake!" I heard the girl in our gang proclaim, but I did not avert my eyes from the window. It was beautiful; the pink-tinged Kalosian skies. I'm close to her now. After a long time.
The loud screech of the engine started subsiding as the jet took a short U-turn over the course. Lights lined up the runway, illuminating the path. I pressed my nose against the window to look at a bus awaiting our arrival. The Oaks' private jet skidded to a stop, its fans still working, and I was almost tossed out of my seat.
"We're here, lads!" my best friend declared, eliciting a protest at the term of endearment from the girl.
I looked their way. The two were arguing over something. I sighed. It's no better even here.
Standing up, and almost toppling over, I stretched. My muscles felt stiff from the long journey, and fatigue pulled at my eyes. However, my heart was still hammering and my ears ringing. I'm coming to meet you, Serena!
The thought energized me enough to pull our suitcases down from the rack. "Are you guys gonna stay the night here? Because if you are, I'm leaving. I definitely don't wanna get in between you both," I announced, annoyed by the constant bickering between my friends. I've been hearing it all the way from my home in Kanto till now!
"Hey!" they protested in unison, color tinting their cheekbones before they turned away from each other. I snickered and made my way out. Their voices were heard faintly in the background.
"Let me get your bags, Misty."
"No, thanks. I'm not as weak as you are, Oak!"
"My bad. I should've not offered help to a person with an ego as huge as Mount Moon."
"Look at who's talking."
Whatever the girl's reply was, it was drowned by the noise of the running engine. I exited the jet and clambered down the mobile staircase.
One of the attendants offered to carry my bags, but I refused. However, it wasn't easy to get two of them down with me; guess I made a fool out of myself upon my arrival at Kalos. Sheepishly, I asked the person for help. He offered a smile and obliged.
Soon enough, I was at the terminal, Gary and Misty trailing behind me. We used a cart to carry our belongings. There was a separate check-out place for people arriving on private jets. It was not hard to find my way there, thanks to the guiding boards.
