Treecko's Daily Soapbox Brendan x Wally (Loverivalshipping)

On the Street: Floaroma Town

Me: "Alright, babes, I'm about to feed you three chapters. Yes, three, but don't get your hopes up on length or anything. One of them is definitely pretty short. I was gonna add two more casual, funny chapters in the middle to throw you off the scent of the drama, but I am just in no joking mood after writing the drama, and I don't want to wait six years until I decide I am in a joking mood, so here we are. Ahem. Moving on." *Points to picture* "So this chapter has to do with Combee and Beedrill, and I was checkin' on the internet to see if there weren't more bee-like pokémon (besides Vespiquen)...Long story short, all I found was bee memes." -_- *Starts the show*

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*Wally's POV*

May suddenly stumbles out onto the stage, kind of like she had to be pushed by someone. She smiles instantly, but it looks like a knee jerk reaction, sort of like she was punched in the face so she flinch-smiled. I sigh heavily, just seeing her outfit tells me this whole experience is going to be less than pleasant. They've got her in some sort of yellow dress with black horizontal bands with wings attached to her back and this headband that's like one of those floppy Ledyba headbands but the ends of the antennae or whatever on her headband are honeycomb.

Beside me, Brendan has a hand clamped over his mouth, and I realize he's trying to swallow his current mouthful of coffee instead of spitting it up or choking on it from laughing. "You will swallow that," I warn him. This crowd is packed tight. If he spits up coffee on someone, I'm not dealing with it.

But my warning has the opposite effect, and he spit-takes. At least he does it all over himself and not someone else. I roll my eyes at him while he proceeds to laugh his ass off at May. "Oh my God. Oh my God," he gasps for air, "I knew this was gonna be good but not this good!"

A terrible screeching sound suddenly emits from May's mic on stage, and the crowd lets out a collective groan. I wince. Brendan tries to cover his ears, still laughing. "Hellooooo, Floaroma Town!" May shouts out to the audience, waving her arm with more enthusiasm than I think she actually possesses in her entire body.

"Wooooh, May!" Brendan screams at the top of his lungs back to her, before mimicking her girly, over-happy wave.

May's smile slowly drifts specifically over in Brendan's direction and...if smiles could kill...Brendan would just be a pile of blood and guts in the grass next to me. He does this overexaggerated click his tongue, turn his face away and wave like 'oh, you' thing, and I think I see the pits of hell in May's eyes.

I tug on the short sleeve of Brendan's Floaroma souvenir t-shirt, now covered in coffee, careful not to touch his skin. "Brendan, remember when we overheard one of the security guys saying he didn't know how she got hired when she didn't pass her background test?"

Brendan suddenly looks to me, not grinning his ass off anymore. "I thought that meant she was on drugs or something."

I give Brendan a 'wtf?' look while he slowly looks back to May on stage and frowns. "Did your mom drop you on your head when you were a baby?" I ask him.

"Your mom shoved a stick up your ass!" he retorts and then in a moderately calmer tone, "If you must know, it was my dad, and I kind of fell out of the shopping cart."

"That explains a lot..."

"Don't talk to me unless you want me to make out with you!"

I shake my head at him, letting him know the joking isn't appreciated.