Before Lachlan made me his ol' lady, he told me that there would be times he'd cheat but he'd always come home to me. I agreed to be his ol' lady anyway. Until it hurt too much. So I made a plan to leave him before he left me. I never thought he'd care enough to track me down. But he not only tracked me down, he's making it hard to forget him.

My cousin always referred to us as the bad jokes, as in...a blonde, a brunette and a redhead walk into a bar. I'm the blonde, and this is my story. When I was 18, a psychic told me to watch for the man with two hearts. That didn't make much sense, so I lived my life, not thinking about her fortune for my life. Then I met Wyatt and we fell in love. Until his ex-fiancee came back to him, and he chose her. Her heart. My heart. Two hearts. He's back, trying to explain things to me, trying to win me back and in the meantime, I'm also dealing with a stalker. But Wyatt's helping with that problem. Unfortunately, he's causing another problem: he's not taking no for an answer.

Juri never wanted adventure. He never dreamed of having a Pokémon, making friends, or leaving behind the quiet solitude of his apartment-his sanctuary. He was perfectly content in his own little world. But when money troubles force him to rethink his future, he takes a chance and enrolls at Naranja Academy and, lucky for him, receives a full scholarship. What starts as a simple plan to get by soon spirals into something much bigger. His once-quiet life is upended by new friendships, unexpected battles, and a fight he never asked to be part of. Now, Juri must make a choice: keep running from the world or stand and fight for the people-and Pokémon-who have given him something worth holding on to. Disclaimer: Contains depiction of blood, self harm, depression, struggles, torture. Reader discretion is advised. (I don't own Pokémon or Pokémon characters. This is just a fanfiction from the eyes of my OC)