Untidy Love

Chapter 1

I shifted in my bed, Barry's arm over my chest.
"Ugh.. Get off." I spat. "Get off!"
I twisted so he almost fell off the bed by the forceful blow of my hip.
Barry screeched.
"Paul Shinji! I told you thousands of times to stop that!" Barry snapped.
"The Shinji never will listen." I retorted, pulling him on the bed.
Barry slapped me. "Sucks to be a Shinji."
I ignored the sting of the slap on my cheek and grumpily stalked down the stairs.
"Bad morning to you, idiot." I snarled at Reggie.
My brother looked at me. "I did nothing, Paul. What's with the attitude?"
"Shut up."
"Paul fricking Shinji, answer me."
"No."
I rolled on my side and ignored Reggie. He poked my back.
"What?!" I roared. "What do you want?!"
"Chill! Just answer my question!"
"For the last time, NO!" I stormed off.
I slammed the door behind me and walked through the woods, my hands in my pockets and my head down.
"That dickface." I swore as I threw a stick into a pond. "Thinks he can get me to answer his stupid question."
The more things I threw in the pond, the more I realized I needed a morning swim.
I pulled my shirt off and threw my clothes onto a tree. I felt slightly conscious as I waded in the pond.
"Ahh.." I sighed. "That's better."
The water was freezing, but I paid no attention.
"Ahhh.. No Reggie or Barry here to bother me. I'm only in here with the Seaking and the Goldeen." I sighed, going underwater.
The water forced me back up. The only part of my body that was breaking the surface was a part of my back.
"Heyy.." I said, pulling up. "Reggie said that I had an attitude."
Paul, you always have an attitude. I told myself. Stupid, stupid, stupid.
I swam to the shore and shook like an Arcanine. Water droplets spattered from my hair and body to the grass and trees.
"Putting water to good use." I muttered.
I squeezed my hair out to get any more excess water out.
I pulled my tee shirt over my body and put my jacket on.
"Freezing.." I shuddered.
I didn't care whether my boxers were wet or not. I put my jeans on and put my sneakers and socks back on.
I walked back home. I felt soothed and refreshed, but unpleasantly wet.
"Why are you wet, Paul?" Barry asked. "You looked like you jizzed in your pants."
"I went swimming in nothing but boxers."
"Wow."
I shook like an Arcanine again and got Barry wet.
Barry spat out water that was from my hair. "Disgusting!"
I strode into the house, proud of what I did.
"I'm gonna fine you!" Barry called after me.
I ignored his rude comment and slammed the screen door.
"Paul, don't slam that, it'll break." Reggie said. "Why is your hair wet? And your jeans?"
"Swimming." I said proudly.
"Wow, you're wet."
I shook like an Arcanine once again.
"Jeez, stop! I get it!"
"I'm not sorry I left on you." I said smartly, avoiding his gaze.
Reggie growled at me. "I'm not sorry you were born with that attitude."
"Pfft." I scoffed and raised my face to Arceus.
Barry slammed the screen door behind him as he madly shook himself on me.
I said nothing.
"I told you I was gonna fine you! I told you!" Barry snapped before collapsing on the couch.
"Uh-huh." I muttered.
"You're gonna walk around Lumiose City all wet?"
"Yep."
"What if Ash sees you?"
"I won't give a shit."
"Watch your mouth."
I rocked in the recliner smugly.
"Wow, you're rude." Barry growled. "Look at his face. That smug look."
"I don't give no fucks.." I sang loudly.
"Watch you mouth, I said." Reggie snapped.
"Motherfucking language." I swore again. "Who cares?"
"I do."
"I sure don't give a fuck."
"Cut it out, Paul!" Reggie snapped.
I obeyed just this once and quieted down, but rocked even harder in the fabric chair.
"Paul, sometimes I ask myself, why were you even born." Reggie muttered.
"What was that? I can't hear you over my swag." What I was saying felt good.
"You're rude." Reggie stormed off.
"One down, one to go." I glanced at Barry. "Give me your best insult."
"Um.."
"Don't have any? That's too bad." I got up and went back outside, swearing once again as the screen door didn't shut.
I slammed it and walked into the woods, not caring whether I got lost or not.
I heard rustling in the bushes. I whipped around.
"Who's there?!" I shouted. "You'd better get out of here!"
A young teenager stepped out of the bushes, holding a Piplup.
"What are you doing here?" I spat. "Leave!"
She looked deeply into my eyes. "I found him, Piplup. I found Paul."