She was sitting alone, comfortably positioned on top of her bed. Her covers were rumbled beneath her, stuffed animals strewn across the floor. Various papers were scattered around the room, some ripped, others crumbled up into balls. In front of her were several pencils and a small drawing pad, some eraser shavings on the open pages. The girl skimmed her fingers across the paper, brushing away the particles with a faint sigh. Now this just wasn't right, was it? She frowned as she observed what she had been working on, a rather crude drawing of a creature she was trying to depict purely from memory. So far, her efforts were unsuccessful as the girl reached for the edges of the page and ripped it from her scrapbook, discarding it over her shoulder. She brought her pencil to the new, blank sheet and tried to trace out a few more lines. But it wasn't correct, no, not this one either! Agh!
With frustration, she pushed the book from her , letting out a huge sigh as she fell back upon her covers. Why couldn't she capture the images that she had seen on television! She couldn't remember all the fine details now, she should've really recorded the match... But now that was all behind her and she wasn't able to draw up any points. The misshapen sketch that was supposed to resemble a togekiss now seemed to be a far-off endeavor. She gazed up at her ceiling, brown eyes dimmed a bit with her thoughts. It had all been so beautiful when she had seen it just months prior--the attacks, the agility in battle, oh, but most importantly of all... the cuteness! She just couldn't forget how adorable it had been and how much she had wanted to hug it! It had been battling some less-cute ugly thing, it had been yellow and brown...
In the end, though, the cutesy togekiss had won! She sighed dreamily. She wanted that somehow, but how was she going to get one? It wasn't as if it would just be lying around in an open field for her. In fact, that brought up an excellent point.
She sat up quickly, eyebrows furrows and lower lip jutted out in deep thought. How did one go about getting one of those adorable creatures? Was there a manual on it? And if so, why wasn't she informed? She blew her bangs upwards in a bit of a pout, reaching a dead end with her thoughts and unable to answer her own internal questions. It was a bit frustrating, this lack of knowledge. She turned a bit, sliding her legs off the edge of her bed so that her feet dangled a few inches above her floor. Asking her parents was definitely not the smarter choice of action. They always seemed to withdraw when she attempted to questions about this topic. She wasn't old enough, not ready, bluh bluh bluh. She rolled her eyes as she recalled the last conversation that she had literally stomped away from, not wanting to hear the rest of the banter. Yes, it was always the same.
How long was she going to be trapped here? She was a budding young woman, well, maybe not completely but she was getting there and was certainly old enough to make her own decisions! Hadn't that kid with the baseball cap left when he was ten or something? It just wasn't fair!
She sighed deeply again--pouting to herself wouldn't prove she was ready to leave. She stepped off of her bed, bending over as she slid her sneakers on to her feet. She tapped her toes on the ground to make sure her shoes were put on firmly before leaning up, stretching. Maybe she just hadn't been thinking outside of the box! After all, wasn't there the lab some houses down? She grabbed her messenger back off of her desk, one of the stuffed animals that she had put in their last night hastily falling to the ground. She didn't pay it much heed--the stitching on its arm was loose anyway, she hadn't completed it yet. Slinging it over her head and settling it on her shoulder, she took a few steps forward. She pushed open her door quietly, shutting it behind her and sliding down the banister--quite literally placing her cute patootie on the wood and landing at the foot of the steps.
She was about to make her way through the back room when she heard a loud throat clearing, groaning under her breath and glancing over her shoulders. The figure of her mother greeted her eyes, a frown on the older woman's lips.
"Edehvé," Her mother began, looking between the bag that the girl had and the semi-wary expression her daughter was wearing. "Where are you going? You know we usually begin preparation for lunch." The girl wrinkled her nose but turned fully to face her mother as a sign of respect.
"Just a few doors down, Mommy. I promise I won't be long." She said, not even trying to correct her mother. To her parents, she'd always be their little Edehvé--she only ever let her closest friends and family call her by her real name. And, well, seeing as she didn't have any of the former, only the latter ever addressed her that way. Her mother didn't seem overly pleased with the answer but didn't press her any further.
"So long as you don't wander too far." The unfinished part of the sentence--in other words, don't leave town. She nodded, turning on her heel and moving quickly through the back room. Best to leave before her father came into the room--she knew she wouldn't ever make it out before the sun set once he got to talking. Don't get her wrong, she loved her parents, but sometimes, they smothered her a little too much. She let herself out, the sun hitting her face gently. She breathed out in relief. It was always better outside, calmed her nerves. She felt a little wistful for the instrument leaning against the wall in her room. But she was headed to the lab; music could come later.
Personally, she had never been to the lab at all. She had had no reason to go there in the first place. But there wasn't a person in Pallet Town who did not know Professor Oak. Even if she wasn't familiar with exactly what he studied or did, she knew he was a world-renown researcher, at least. And he was just the perfect man to answer the questions she had swimming around in her head! This little thought brought with it a touch of a smile to her lips--maybe her endeavors weren't so hopeless after all.
As she was walking, she caught sight of a vague motion out of the corner of her eye. She turned her head, an elderly woman waving at her from behind her window. The girl blinked a few times before hesitantly waving back. Just last week, Mrs. Johnson had been convinced that the young girl had taken her... dog for a walk and had tried to give her money. She was quite sure the woman didn't have any such animal and knew that she didn't take said animal for a walk. And what was she going to do with her pocket change, anyway? It wasn't even enough for a pack of gum! Still, she knew that the elderly woman hadn't meant any harm.
She lowered her hand, shifting her attentions back to the lab. The walk wasn't long at all and she was standing in front of the entrance within a minute or so. Sucking in her breath, she turned the door knob, letting herself in.
"H-Hello? Um, Profes..." She trailed off, eyes lighting up at all the strange gizmos and devices lying about. But that wasn't really what made her stop in her tracks. Oh no--it was the absolutely. ABSOLUTELY. Adorable creature upon the ground. Releasing a girlish squeal, she completely forgot that she was supposed to be nervous and launched herself upon the lizard-like creature. She nuzzled her cheek into it with a blush growing on her cheeks.
"So-So cute! Ahhhhhn!" She couldn't get over it and hugged it closer against her, petting it with a bit of a purr. "Ah, you are so so cute, yes you are, adorable little--with your pants and your cutie tail!" She squealed again and snuggled it, however, a loud throat clearing brought her out of her snuggle fest. She blinked several times, the blush becoming more heated due to her embarrassment.
"U-Um.." She looked down at the floor but didn't relinquish the creature from her hold. "I... came to ask a few questions." She finished weakly, unsure if she could bear to look up after her mortifying display. Sometimes, she wished she could pay attention more but the cuteness... it had been overpowering! She remained staring at the floor, hoping her blushing would recede. And soon at that.