Poke'boy Oneshots *Requests Closed*

Never Grow Up- Chili x Frail, Shy Reader

 I am winging this one. Chili is probably OCC because I don't know much about him specifically. Ya'll probably already know who requested this, Fandomz_Fangirl! Enjoy!

 [Your P.O.V.]

 "I was walking through the woods that fateful day. I Had heard a noise that sent me flying out of the city. I was always jumpy like that. I'm pretty sure a newborn Deerling had more courage than me, why I could step on a stick myself and still jump! Anyway, I was enjoying the cloudless sky when I heard a loud pop. Now, a sound like that in the middle of a forest would make just about anybody turn their head, but not me. I took off running immediately through the wood, past a lake, into a meadow. When I entered that meadow I tripped over who knows what. I fell breaking my leg. I was a frail little thing, still am.

 I curled up and started to cry. I didn't know what else to do, I was so frightened. I just kept wishing someone would find me and save me. Eventually, there was a rustle in the bushes. I silently hoped that it was a person but to my dismay it wasn't. It was only a Pansear. The fire monkey watched me curiously as I tried my best to scramble away, but I hit a tree. The creature turned it's back to me and yelled "Pan, Pansear!" I began to cry again, believing it was calling some friends so they could eat me. 

 A young man, about my age, stepped out of the greenery and into the clearing. He had red hair and bright red eyes, he wore a smile proudly. "What's wrong, Pansear?" he asked his Pokemon. His eyes scanned the area and his smile dropped when he saw me, whether it have been from the fear in my eyes or the leg that I was trying desperately to move, he still won't say. He rushsed to my side and bombarded me with questions like: "What happened? What's your name? Where do you live? How can I help? Did a Pokemon do this to you?" I was a very shy soul but answered his questions as best as I could. "M-my name is Y/n. I l-live in S-stration City. I tripped over s-something and n-now I can't move my leg." 

 He moved his hands to feel up and down my leg as I squirmed a little bit, he was a complete stranger after all. He looked up at me and in all seriousness said, "It's broken." "H-how am I gonna get home? My family will be worried!" I cried. He picked me up carefully. I realized what he had done I managed to stammer, "W-what are y-you doing?" "I'm carrying you to my place. My brothers will know what to do. They'll call your family and get you to a hospital. Just you see!" he answered, a slight gleam in his eye coming back. With that he began to walk. I hadn't noticed how tired I was before. Now that I knew I was safe, it wasn't long before I was asleep."

 I smile widely at the memory. "And that's how I met your grandfather," I explain to my six grandchildren. They all look at me in wonder as I finish recounting the tale. It seemed that Eva, the oldest, had particularly liked the story. I figured she would, she loves hearing about family history. "Any questions?" I ask knowing there would be a lot of them. All hands shoot up, I point to Eva. "What did your mom and dad thing of Grandpa at first?" the fourteen year old asks. I can't believe that my grandchildren are so old! "They didn't exactly know what to think of his everpresent enthusiasm, but grew accustomed to it over time." Next I choose Evan, Eva's brother. "Did dinosaurs exist then?" the innocent five year old asks. "Darling, we're old, but not that old!" I exclaim.

 "I dunno, you are ancient," my husband remarks upon entering the room. "Ha! How does it feel to be a year older now Mr. Seventy Year Old?" I ask smirking. "Hey, I'm still young!" "In your dreams, old man!" "Me next! Me next!" little Else chants, waving her arm in the air. "Okay." "Did Grandpa look like a prince when he came to save you?" she asks. "Not to anyone else, but he looked like a prince to me!" I laugh. Before I can call one or the other Abby and Amy ask, in unison, "How do you remember these things?" Ah, the joy of having an identical twin. "You can't forget the days that shaped your life most." Chili answers for me and I nod. That leaves one kid and Frank asks, "If you were so afraid, why didn't you yell for help?" "I was so shy that the thought of yelling scared me." "Now I have a question for all of you," Chili says. All the kids look at him anxiously, each knowing what was to come. "Who wants lemonade?" "YAY!" all of them shout racing to the kitchen. 

 In life some people mature.

 All grow old,

 But some never grow up.

 Idk whether to be proud of this or what. I figure I better explain the lemonade before somebody asks. It was a tradition with my GreatGrandmother and GreatGrandfather to drink lemonade every time I went to their house. I honestly can't remember ever not having lemonade until they started to have health problems. I was nine at the time...

 On a happier note, that was the last of the Stration Bros, so the Subway twins are next!

 Question: Do you have any traditions somewhat like the one I had with my GreatGrandparents?