Chapter 3: Viscaria

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Every chapter has a song, now, the previous ones included. :)

Oh and just so things don't get confusing this is how I'm working with the whole prospect of regions. Kalos is a place in France, Hoenn is a place in Japan, ect. The characters are mostly all bilingual - speaking both English and the native tongue of the country their region is in. For example, Bonnie is fluent in English and French. I know this isn't exactly canon but it makes sense with the... let's say "route", I have planned for the story. ;)

"Will anybody be home yet?" She asked, stood a few doorsteps below me.

"May definitely will. I don't know about the rest of my family." I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. I found them.

I slowly opened the door, to be greeted by the sound of two twenty-year-old women emotionally dancing around the living room and screaming in Korean.

"Dawn's over." I uttered to Bonnie.

She shot me a confused stare.

"You'll see." I gestured for her to follow me out of the hallway and into the living room.

Just what I expected. A coffee table adorned with seemingly hundreds bowls of different flavours of chips and dips. My sister and the hot, long-haired Sinnoh native (well, she would be hot, if she didn't do this at three in the afternoon in my living room) both in pyjamas. The usually pristine white coach buried under mountains of blankets the two of them would no doubt cuddle under later. And the worst part of it all: K-dramas.

May got into Korean dramas when she was around fourteen. I, aged nine, thought they were indeed a little silly and exaggerated but harmless.

That was however, until they took over her life. And therefore, because she doesn't want to spend money on her own house, they took over my life.

Today was Bonnie's last day in Hoenn. Tomorrow she was going to fly back to Kalos and then visit Ash and Serena in Kanto with her brother a few days later. I had grown pretty fond of her, now. I liked her humour and her quirks. Therefore, I thought a nice send off would be to invite her home for dinner. What was my closest friend's first impression of the house where I currently resided? May and her friend screaming the lyrics to the intro of a fucking Korean soap opera. Just terrific.

"Max!" May screeched, "Dawn, pause it!" 

"May," I sighed as she bounced over to me, "You remember Bonnie?" I waited for her to nod before I continued, "Can she come over for dinner and spend the night?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course!" May, who was now significantly shorter than me, smiled brightly. "Nice to see you again, blondie," She turned to Bonnie and joked, "Hope he hasn't been pestering you too much."

I muttered under my breath so that Bonnie didn't hear, "Eat shit, die."

"Mum is out shopping for groceries, she'll be back at around six," May informed me.

As she was walking back to the tv and Dawn, I mumbled the words, "What about Dad?"

She turned back around. She looked at me. Her eyes were suddenly sunken and sad. Her lips were turned down at their usually ever so perky corners. She said just one word, "Annie."

All of a sudden I felt the same way she did.

I lightly pulled on Bonnie's arm and lead her to the sofa opposite to the one May and Dawn had utterly molested with blankets and crumbs. We sat down.

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