As I have typed, I am no longer able to continue my stories. I am sorry.
Really.
I'm being legit here.
And cos I'm a bit sad about officially ditching those stories, I present; a rather thinking, mental conversation style Contestshipping drabble!
Why?
How?
These are question I ask myself as Drew's hand slips into mine, as we gaze at each other, content to be lovers and to be rivals.
How did this relationship happen anyway?
It seemed impossible. The newbie coordinator, lacking any sense of coordination, and the also new but collected, suave boy. We were opposites in character, in personality. Drew took everything life threw at him - good or bad - with a solid stance (at least in public). I almost overreacted to lots of events. He was on one side of the battlefield - I was never on the same side.
Even art strove to prove us as opposites. His colour was green; no one could deny that, with his green hair, finesse and coolness. Not with a Roserade as his partner. People always associated me with red. Red for determination, for my temper, for Blaziken. It's funny that even "our" colours are opposite on the colour wheel.
The only thing that connected us was the roses and the contests.
Yet this relationship happened.
But I look around on days where we ALL gather; from Ash to Paul, and I see why it's perfectly possible.
Ash and Misty "are" blue and orange, no one can deny that, either. They're opposites.
Dawn and Paul don't need explanation.
They're opposites too, yet they're always happy, arguing but never really arguing.
I guess this group is simply the epitome of the saying.
"Opposites attract."
So I learnt about the colour wheel and, welp, this happened.
I JUST REALISED THIS REACHED 0.5 AND 1K WHILE I WAS AWAY! THANKS SO MUCH GUYS!
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Pokemon Drabbles and Oneshots!
FanfictionThe title. Duh. The first 10 or so are quite bad, skip them (and spare my dignity). Flames used to power my electric fire.
