Although I wish I could spend all of my days searching for Pokemon, unfortunately I have to work. Today I was only working from noon to five, but I couldn't help the anxious feelings creeping up inside me, imagining all of the Pokemon that I'm missing out on.
I sat behind the back counter at the gas station and decided to use one of my incense to pass the time. Not many people actually come to this particular gas station, given that it's really run down and out of the way.
The door chimed as a customer entered, and my coworker Luke said all of the pleasantries, while I sat and waited for Pokemon.
"Jynx, I'm stepping out for a smoke, the stores all you," Luke said as he walked out the employee entrance.
"Whatever," I mumbled, too concentrated on the fact that my incense was doing me no good.
With only seventeen minutes left and zero Pokemon, I began to feel like using my incense was a waste of time.
I let out a frustrated sigh and began zooming in and out of the map, as if that would make any appear.
"Excuse me miss, I'd like to check out now please," a voice spoke, startling me out of my trance.
"Oh yeah, sorry for the wait," I apologized, standing up to face the waiting customer. "Michael?"
"Yeah that's me, Pokemon girl. Catch anything good today?"
"So far, no. I turned on my incense and nothing has showed up." I sighed, swiping the various food items quickly.
"Well your phone just buzzed, so that could indicate that something is here."
"Really?" I perked up, looking over to my phone. "Oh my god, it's Butterfree! I don't have one of those yet!" I laughed, beginning my attempt in capturing it.
"Seriously, how the hell do you keep getting all these Pokemon? I literally only have four different kinds." Michael whined, grabbing some cash out of his wallet.
"Dammit, it keeps getting out of the Pokeball!" I grumbled, intent on making this Butterfree mine.
"Can I try?" Michael asked with a hopeful smile.
"I guess, but if you let it escape it's your life on the line," I joked and handed him my phone.
I watched as Michael swiped the Pokeball forwards and it hit Butterfree square in the face. "Nice shot," I whispered.
"Thanks, now let's hope it stays in there."
We waited silently in the torturous seconds that it takes for the Pokeball to click fully shut.
"Phew," Michael breathed, "I'm glad that stayed in."
"Me too, thanks for the help." I smiled as he handed me back my phone.
"If only Pokemon showed up for me, I could actually catch some for myself." Michael complained as he handed me a twenty dollar bill. I reached in the drawer and got his change, our hands lightly brushing as I dropped the coins into his palm.
"Can I register your number in my PokeNav?" Michael smirked.
"That's not even from Pokemon Go."
"It's still Pokemon related," Michael claimed, "but what do you say?"
"Did you catch a Pikachu yet?"
"No, but I was thinking since you're so great at this game, we could go to a gym and you could teach me to battle."
"Alright," I gave in, writing my number down on a sticky note. "Just text me and I'll be there."
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Pokemon Go // Michael Clifdord
Fanfiction"Um, who are you?" "Oh, you don't know me, but is it cool if I go in your backyard? There's a rare Pokemon back there." "Sure, I don't see why not." A story in which playing Pokemon Go gives two teens more than what they were searching for.
