Random Short Stories

I Choose You (Pokèmon)

I saw her again today. She is so beautiful.
She likes me, she's told me. I like her, I think. I'm not sure.
You see, I have a girlfriend. She's dorky and so cute. I love her, but I'm not sure I'm in love with her.
This other girl, though...
Nerdy, smart, funny, beautiful...
And she's so much closer.

He's my friend. I should be happy for him. Yet, I can only think of how much I want him every time he speaks of her.
I should be happy for him.
But I'm in love with him.
All I can think about is him.
He's a nerd. A cute one. He's smart, too. And funny. His girlfriend is so lucky.
Today, he said he thinks he likes me.
He has to choose.

I've been thinking a lot. 1 or 2, far or close? A romance already evolved or one a pre-evolution?
I'm not sure. Others tell me the evolution isn't strong enough. That it can be defeated by a single attack. Meanwhile, the beginner is getting stronger, better.
The girl here likes Pokèmon.

He said he'll probably choose me.
I'm not so sure. Why use a new Pokèmom when the old one knows more tricks?
He likes Pokèmon.
He said he doesn't want me to get hurt. Doesn't that mean he'll choose her?
I'm so confused. I love him, he loves her.
What do I do?
Be honest with him, I tell myself.

I've made my decision. The evolution was defeated by the learner. It's evolved. The romance, the love. The battle. I have to tell them.

We're texting. He knows something is off. Please don't ask.
He asks.

You ok?
Yeah.
Don't lie to me, Harley.
He used my nickname. I love Harley Quinn.
You already know what's wrong.
What did I tell you at lunch?
You'd probably choose me?
Yes. You want my decision?
Tell me tomorrow.

I put my phone away. I'm scared.
He probably chose her.

I chose Harley. My Harley. It has a nice ring to it. I've got a plan for tomorrow.

I walk to her as soon as I get to school. I look at her, fear and hope clouding her vision.
I hand her a rose I painted to look like a Pokèball.
"I choose you."