Between the Lines➳Skullshipping

Chapter 6~Awkward, huh?

Hey guys! A fun fact that I wrote in the last chapter is that Hearthome City actually is the 5th largest city in the Pokémon world. (The internet is a beautiful place)

Thank you for reading my story so far! It'll get more spicy as the story goes on, don't worry :)

Guzma groaned to himself as he saw the amount of people wandering the streets. Why the hell would he even come here ever again after doing his business?

Shoving his hands into his pockets, he started walking down the sidewalks, casually glancing at all the variety of shops nearby.

After about twenty minutes, he was near a large stadium, not knowing what it was for. He saw a huge crowd gathering while shifting, many bright photo flashes towards the center. Guzma shook his head, then started to walk the opposite direction until a few teenagers ran past him, sprinting towards the large group.

"I wanna meet her so badly! C'mon!"

"I can't believe she's really here!"

Guzma stopped and raised an eyebrow, turning around to look at the group of teenage girls finally arriving at the huge group, their voices echoing along with everyone else's. After a few seconds of deciding, he turned around and walked towards the stadium, interested enough to wonder what was happening. He rolled his eyes as the screaming fans got louder, and he wouldn't be surprised if he went back deaf after he approached the group.

"Miss Berlitz! What do you think of former top coordinator from Hoenn, Drew Hayden competing in the same contest as you?!"

"What's your secret training style to improve on battling?! We've got to know!"

"Do you believe you can beat Drew Hayden?"

"What do you think of-"

Guzma looked at the young, beautiful woman who must've been just less than twenty years old. She had long, deep navy blue hair along to match the color of her eyes, almost like looking towards the sea at night. It cascaded down her back in soft curls, some falling over her shoulder. She had light makeup on, but was absolutely jaw-dropping flawless, and a nice, loose white shirt to go with casual light jeans.

Of course he was taken back by how gorgeous she was for a couple seconds, but it was only for admiration. It wasn't in any other way, but where did he remember that name? He's heard it before...

The large tv screen.

So she must be Dawn Berlitz, a popular coordinator.

Reporters kept on crowing around her as she walked, paying attention to the fans instead as she greeted them, gave autographs, and quick selfies on the way.

Guzma got annoyed as they kept asking louder, until he could barely hear his own thoughts. He could tell she was only trying to answer everyone, but it was impossible by how rude they were being.

"SHUT UP AND LET 'ER TALK FOR ONCE, STUPID ONES!" Guzma yelled, making everyone immediately shut up and turn their heads towards him. Most of their faces were shocked from how tall he was, or how scared shitless they were. He realized he had arched his back all the way, so he was nearly six foot nine inches.

He looked at the young blunette haired celebrity, who had her eyebrows raised, but gave him a pearly-white smile. "To quickly finish a few questions, what do I think? It's going to be a lot of fun! My training? Of course I train with my boyfriend, I mean I'd probably suck if I didn't! Yes, I believe I can beat anyone, but I'm never overconfident. Drew's my friend, so it's going to be a tough battle. That's all the time I have at the moment, thank you!" She finished, smiling and waving as the reporters asked her more dumb questions while she walked past them.