Controversial?
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This was on Ever Grande City. I originally refrained from posting it here, BUT MY NAME IS CONTROVERSIAL FOR A REASON, DAMMIT.
https://www.evergrandecity.com/showthread.php?t=1434
^This is the main thread btw^
So...this fic, this fic... It plays out a bit more like a teen drama than a Pokémon fic. It'll follow multiple characters, as there will be more than one main character, and the camera will pan to a different character often.
There will be "episodes", really, with each episode containing a certain amount of chapters.
Just saying...there will be quite an amount of swearing, drugs, sex, some violence and adult themes. If you're a kid, and you decided to **** the system and read this even though it's a 15, you'll be in for quite a lot of crap.
So...I have nothing much else to say. I'm Controversial? Also known as Price. on Ever Grande City...and this, my good friends, is Pokérus.
Curtis Springs opened his eyes slightly and let the intense bursts of light slip through and burn his eyes. He attempted to muster up the strength to move his arm up and bring his watch into his line of sight, but stopped short and instead tilted his head to the right, brushing his long, brown hair off his face. His phone danced on the bedside table, seemingly nudging the Pidgey-themed alarm clock next to it, which glistened with the numbers 8:46 in bright, neon digits.
8:46? Who the **** phones people this early in the morning?
He half-heartedly reached for the phone before lazily sliding it towards his ear.
"Hello?"
"Curt? Hey, it's me! I'm back from my journey now!"
"Vince…?" Curtis only managed to utter a short response. "What are you…?"
"Remember, mate? Indigo Plateau? You know, Pokémon League, all that ****? Well, you know since it's the first time I've seen the guys in quite a few months, we're all coming down to Celadon Park, near the gym. Meet me there in 20, okay?"
"But Vince, mate…" He tried to murmur an excuse about how he was ill, but as soon as he found the right words Vince had already hung up. He stared at the message displaying on his phone:
Disconnected call 0:19
"Oh, for ****'s sake…" Curtis slammed the phone down with annoyance before tossing the blanket aside. He knew Vince had just come back from a journey that had taken him all the way around Kanto and to the Indigo Plateau, but at that moment, as he slipped on his grey jeans and glasses and combed back his brown mess of hair, he couldn't help but wonder why he was friends with him. This thought kept processing through his head, even as he slipped out into the warm, fresh Celadon City air.
It was about half an hour of aimless wandering around the park before he finally noticed Vince, smoking a cigarette with a whole bunch of people in the middle of the lawn, along with his trusty Scyther. He couldn't help but notice how out of place Vince's first Pokémon looked compared to all his mates around him, even though he knew too well how tame it was.
"Curtis!" Upon seeing him, Vince got up almost immediately, his dark, wavy hair glistening against the morning sun. "You're late, where the hell have you been?" His tone sounded quite positive, but as Vince hugged him Curtis couldn't help but feel a sting of bitterness in that. Vince always seemed to have a way of getting to him.
"Yeah, hey, Vince…" Curtis glanced at the people around him. He remembered some from school, but he dropped out of school the year before. It really just didn't seem that attractive to him. But looking around at the old faces, and some new ones as well, brought back memories of the time he had there.
"Hey, Curtis, man! It's been a while, yeah?"
Curtis turned around, noticing a familiar face whom he hadn't seen in quite a while.
"Oh, hey there Alton," Curtis replied, walking over to him hesitantly. "How's life been?"
"Oh you know, the usual stuff, right?" Curtis noticed Alton had grown out his once-short ginger hair into a decently sized afro. Alton was 17, only around a year older than he was, and was pale-skinned. His image, which now consisted of a T-shirt with an Absol decoration on it and brown cargo shorts, didn't really seem to strike Curtis as the most impressive outfit in the world, and that was slightly surprising when he noticed the two girls Alton had on his shoulders. He recognised one; the girl on his left shoulder, Wysteria. She was resting her head against Alton while playing with her long, straight, blonde hair. Curtis knew those two had had some sort of thing when he was still at school, but he didn't realise they were still together. The girl sitting by his right he had no idea about; she was tanned, with platted dark auburn hair. As he glanced over at her, he saw her gazing back, almost seductively.
"You get me, right? Sleep all day, party all night?"
Curtis snapped out of his thoughts almost as quickly as he had entered them. "Oh right, yeah… you could say that," Curtis managed to reply. "I-I haven't seen you in a while, yeah? Where've you been?"
"Mate, I've been all the way round, like everywhere man," Alton said, almost dreamily. "Parties all over Kanto, you know?" Alton pulled the girls closer to him slightly, as if to emphasize. "Guys round here can't have any sort of rave without me hearing about it!"
Curtis laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess…"
Alton let out a loud burst of laughter. "Don't worry mate, I can get you in literally anywhere you want, right? Just say the word. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask anyone."
"Yeah, sure, I mean like…" Curtis stumbled on his words. The tanned girl giggled slightly.
"You know, there's one in Saffron City like…this weekend. Proper hardcore, you know? Not like the pussy parties you get round Vermilion and stuff, like properly hardcore. I mean, Luxray Guard are playing. You heard of them lot?"
Curtis nodded; he remembered all too well about how Alton kept going into tangents about parties.
"Well, see, Vince was invited, but since I'm the one arranging tickets I really don't want him to go, you know? So, I was wondering…you up for a little partying?"
"This weekend…?" Curtis tried his hardest not to stammer again. "I'll see if I'm free, okay?"
"Alright then, mate, just drop me a call if you're coming yeah?" Alton held out his right hand and put on the signature smile Curtis knew all too well. It was the kind of smile that he put on whenever he felt like he had just done something amazing. And in a sense, getting Curtis into a party was quite amazing. After all, he did know that he wasn't as socially active as most of the people around.
Curtis took his hand, but exchanged another glance at the tanned girl, becoming increasingly wary of how much she was looking at him. "Yeah, alright…I've got your number, so don't worry, I'll call you."
"Alright then, I shall see you at Saffron this weekend then!" Alton said, with a slight cockiness in his voice. Curtis caught sight of the tanned girl winking at him, but by the time his brain had registered it he had already turned tail and started to head back to the main group. Don't worry, he thought to himself. It's for the better you didn't stay.
He found himself a small space in the circle just as Vince finished explaining his final battle in the league. He didn't really see why, anyway; it wasn't as if everyone had seen it on TV already.
"…Yeah, so there was this massive explosion, right? And like you couldn't see **** through any of it. But then the smoke clears, and I can literally just hear so much **** in my head…but then I look, and I see this little bastard," he nodded at Scyther, who was drifting away to sleep, "I see this bastard standing next to that Magmortar, and then it turns out Magmortar's fainted and he's ****ing won it!" Vince took out an almost-empty packet of cigarettes before opening it and spilling out the remaining two still intact in the packet onto the ground.
He picked them up and threw the empty packet over his shoulder, disrupting a young couple sitting on a bench by the main path. He turned to Curtis. "You feel like a fag right now, then, or…?"
Curtis hadn't really smoked properly before, but he felt like he had to, seeing as it had been quite a few months since he had last seen Vince. "Alright, then…"
"Alright, cool then mate," Vince replied before getting up off the grass, signalling for Curtis to come with him. Curtis pulled himself off the ground, subconsciously aware that the grass he had sat in had dew formed on it and anxious that some of the people around were able to see a wet patch on the back of his jeans. Nevertheless, he continued and followed Vince down the path, pulling up next to him a mere seconds later.
It was around that moment when Curtis realised that the tanned girl he had noticed earlier was sitting by the path, staring at him with that same seductive stare that had somewhat intimidated him before.
"Hey."
Curtis turned to face her, trying not to look overpowered. Vince smirked; he backed off slightly and started to light his cigarette. "Hey there," he replied nervously.
"I'm Jade."
"I'm Curtis…" He shifted awkward, trying to stop the thoughts of how sexy she was in auburn plats and a skimpy blue top entering his head.
There was a short awkward pause. Vince tried his hardest not to laugh from afar as he lit his cigarette and puffed.
Jade giggled. "You realise I know full well you're staring at me right now?" There was another short pause as Curtis's cheeks turned red.
"Let's just cut to the chase here, shall we?" Jade put on a cynical look. "It's blatantly obvious you want me. And to be honest, you are kinda fit. So…I'm prepared to strike up a bit of a deal with you." She sidled up close to him. "If you manage to beat Erika…I'll have sex with you. How does that sound?"
Curtis could barely do anything but stand there, blushing and paralyzed. She pushed him playfully. "Of course, that's if you can beat Erika."
"Y-Yeah…" Curtis could barely even stammer, let alone properly respond.
"So," Jade continued, with a smirk painted across her face, "show me that Rainbow Badge soon, okay? I know it'll be very rewarding for you." She giggled again. "See you this weekend, I hope."
Curtis just stood and stared as she walked, both completely shocked at what happened and baffled at how lucky he had just gotten.
Before he could even think, Vince was next to him again. "Oh my god, **** me Curts," he said excitedly, "strangely enough, I cannot believe how ****ing in there you are!"
Curtis tried to find the correct words to respond to that; however, he eventually submitted to watching two Meowth playing on a dustbin while Vince struggled to control his laughter.
"You are absolutely ****ing priceless, you know that mate? Just amazing, absolutely amazing." He put his arm around Curtis and headed back to the group, dragging Curtis along with him. "Absolutely ****ing amazing…"
"What are you lookin' so sceptical about, Curt?"
Curtis turned to face the person he was next to; a girl of around his age, with short, brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a grey hoodie with a Skarmory pattern embedded on it. If she were to do it up, Curtis knew it would have the words "no fear" written along the bottom end; however, she had it undone as she lay on the sofa, feet up against a leather chair she had pushed towards her.
He smiled at her. "Not much really, just remembering past times, you know, Chloe?"
"Yeah, I get you. Thing with Celadon is that people always have so many memories of this place, unlike towns like Lavender, where it's all just so dead." Chloe reached into her pocket and pulled out a Blackberry with a Kyogre printing so vivid that Curtis couldn't help but envy her. She let out a groan of frustration shortly afterward. "****ing Vince," she muttered angrily. "The **** says he'll be here in another half an hour."
Curtis laughed. "Does he ever come home on time?"
At this, Chloe burst out laughing. "Not really, no. He says he's stuck in a traffic jam along Route 16. Apparently there's some Snorlax stuck in the middle of the road, and they've only just managed to wake it up." She started typing out a message on her phone. "I'm just gonna tell him he'd better be here soon or he's ****ed. I've got a History essay I have to write for tomorrow and I'm not getting screwed over just because Vince doesn't know how to plan his time properly."
Curtis chuckled slightly. Chloe always had a way of turning situations into jokes; he couldn't help but admire her positive attitude.
She got up and put her phone back in the pocket of her shorts. "In the meantime, do you want some tea or something?" she asked. "I'm kinda thirsty, and honestly I'd much rather make it now than when Vince gets here."
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Despite Vince's reassurance that he was only half an hour away, the streetlights were already on by the time Curtis and Chloe saw Vince walk down the road towards the house.
Chloe heard the key slowly turn in the lock. "There he is," she muttered to herself. "The ****ing Dunsparce himself." Curtis struggled to control his laughter as Vince stumbled through the doorway, seemingly out of breath.
"Hey, Vince…" Curtis called out, but Chloe silenced him. The idea puzzled him for a few moments, but then he chuckled slightly. Chloe always had subtle ways of making bad situations worse… but funnier.
"Hey, babes," Vince said as he looked over at his girlfriend, who was looking down at the phone resting on her shorts. He reached into the pocket of his dark denim jeans and pulled out three Pokéballs, before slamming them onto the desk. Curtis couldn't help but be impressed by the black and red-coloured glamorous one in between the two normal-decorated ones; that was one Pokéball he had not seen before, let alone expected someone like Vince to own one.
"My ****ing belt broke when I was in Fuschia, so I had to carry these things in my pocket," he groaned. Curtis looked slyly at Chloe, who exchanged a glance which seemed to say Why the hell am I going out with this guy? before looking away again.
Vince walked over to the sofa which Curtis and Chloe were reclining on before attempting to move in for a kiss. Chloe just turned away, however, facing Curtis with an expression of ****ing help me just as Vince managed to peck her cheek.
"What's the matter, babes? Won't you kiss me now?"
Chloe smirked. "So you turn up an hour late after we haven't seen each other for a while, and you expect me to kiss you?"
Vince seemed to look beaten, but Curtis could still trace some cockiness in his voice. "Babes…it'll happen one way or another. Come on, let's just do it."
Chloe gently nudged him away as he moved in a second time before getting up. "Like that's happening tonight, Vince. You've already put me in enough **** now."
"Babes, what is it?"
"History essay. Something about the Tanoby Ruins or something. I doubt you've even heard of the Sevii Islands, so you can **** off." Chloe flipped the bird to Vince as she grabbed a synthetic fur coat and turned the door handle. As the door shut loudly behind her, Vince turned to Curtis.
"Girls, mate…believe me, make sure you get a **** buddy, if anything. Girlfriends are sometimes hell to put up with."
"I can see that," Curtis remarked, which caused Vince to light slap him around the back of the head.
"So…anyway, Curtis…I heard about your little fiasco with Jade there…"
"Only what I told you, remember?" Curtis nudged Vince slightly before starting to laugh himself.
Vince chuckled. "So how you gonna go about…you know…the business?"
"I'm gonna need a Rainbow Badge first, really," Curtis replied hesitantly, while flicking a tuft of hair out of his face. "That's what she said…"
Vince chuckled. "Classic Jade, that is; always testing her potential suitors. She's been like that for years, even when I ****ed her. She barely remembers me, though." Vince collapsed onto the sofa in a heap, narrowly missing crushing Curtis, who could hear the wind rush past his face.
Briefly, Curtis considered telling Vince the truth – that he was approached by her, and not the other way round – but the idea seemed to die the moment it entered his head. After all, Vince had been trying to get him laid since they both turned 16, and while Vince was largely successful, Curtis just seemed to plod along behind at a Slowpoke's pace. At least if Vince thought he managed to do it all by himself he'd have at least a bit more respect for him.
Vince looked at him. "Tell you what, mate," he said. "I know your Pokémon aren't that strong, right? Not strong enough to beat Erika, at least." Curtis was tempted to protest, but realized there was a hint of truth in what Vince was saying. "How about you stay over for a bit and we can think this through, yeah? My parents'll be out anyways and I doubt Chloe's coming back tonight. She gets all stroppy and **** at times."
Curtis smiled; although Vince was quite annoying at times, he always had some sort of way of convincing him into doing things. "Alright," he replied, after a short pause. "Sounds good."
"Great!" Vince patted him on the back. "So… what do you wanna do now, then?" Vince's eyes gazed over at his old games console over on the other side of the room. Curtis saw him looking at it. They'd spent hours upon hours playing on that thing when they were kids.
They both seemed to get the same idea at the same time. Vince strolled over and flicked it on, as it sprung to life with a Shadow Lugia theme and the recognisable theme. "Fancy a bit of Apokélypse 2, Curtis?"
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It wasn't until well into the nostalgic night when Vince finally came up with an idea.
There was a loud roar coming from the console. "Oh **** yes!" Vince exclaimed cockily. "40,000 kills with Lucario! **** yes!"
"Wow, mate," Curtis uttered, astonished. Even he was impressed; he always used to be the natural at Apokélypse, but his highscore was only around 25,000 – and that was with Rayquaza. "Your guy must be on like Pokérus or something, that's ****ing amazing right there."
The victory fanfare blaring out of the console subsided as it got replaced with the main menu theme again. "Wait, Curtis…" Vince turned to face him. "That's it, mate! That's it!"
"What's it…?" Curtis started to say, but his mind went faster than his mouth as his thoughts caught up to him. "Oh, wait-"
"I know, perfect right?" Vince cut him off. "I know a couple guys, yeah? I can just ask them to supply us with a couple shots of Pokérus, right? Then you can inject some into your guys, and BAM! You can watch as they utterly destroy Erika!"
Curtis felt quite sceptical. "It is, like, illegal, though, Vince…"
"Oh, don't worry about it mate!" Vince tried to reassure him, but his shouting didn't really seem to help Curtis. "We've done quite a few drugs before, right?"
Vince was right, thought Curtis. They had done quite a few illegal substances before. However, Curtis knew all too well that Kanto was becoming very strict about its laws regarding Pokérus – the drug specifically designed for Pokémon to cheat their way up levels. If they were caught, however…Curtis shuddered. He didn't want to even think about the possibility.
"Honestly, Vince, I'm not too sure if this is a good idea…"
"Curtis, trust me. It'll be fine." Vince took on a slightly more reassuring tone. "I just know a couple people, all right? I can call them tomorrow, and then we can go and pick up the drugs, and then we can come back, you can put them into your guys and we won't need to worry about it anymore. Okay?"
"Umm…" Curtis thought for a moment. "I guess, as long as we do it together…"
"No worries, mate," Vince assured him. "It's plain and simple. Now, up for another round? I'll be, like, Jirachi this time. Give you a little bit more of an advantage, eh?"
Curtis slapped him gently on the side of his head. Jirachi was pretty much a joke character anyway.
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Curtis looked up at the clock. The hour hand was pointed at the 8…or was it the 3? He couldn't tell from the angle he had been sleeping at.
Getting up, Curtis noticed his original assumption that it was eight o'clock was true after all. He noticed Vince had gotten up long before him, now dressed in a dark leather jacket and slim-fitting blue jeans.
"Morning, mate," Vince said brightly. "So you up for picking up the PR today? I've called them and everything."
Curtis nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's cool." He couldn't help but think that although his was sceptical about the idea, it seemed like a good idea now. This seemed to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to him, and his vision of finally losing his virginity overcame his morals about Pokémon training and drugs.
"We're leaving now, yeah? You might wanna hurry up." It took Curtis a short amount of time to quickly grab his shoes and step out of the door. The sky was a clear blue, and he could hear the Pidgey chirping on the edge of the forest surrounding Celadon.
"So, where are we headed then, Vince?"
Vince thought for a moment. "I think they said they wanted to meet us in the shithole – you know, that south end. I think we should take a 19 to the Game Corner and then I think we walk to that pond and turn right. I think he's waiting for us around there."
"Sounds good then, mate," Curtis replied as they started walking. Two blondes walked past in what was obviously their going out gear – Curtis chuckled as he realized they were taking the walk of shame back home. However, that didn't stop them from saying a cheeky "Hey, Vince," as they passed them.
"Slags," Vince whispered to Curtis after they had walked past. "Trust me, I would never waste my time on them."
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They arrived at the Game Corner less than half an hour later. As they stepped out of the bus, Curtis noticed that it had gotten considerably warmer than when they had set out from the north side of the city. He had sent out one of his Pokémon as well on the journey – it seemed to bask in the warmth of the sun on his shoulder. Curtis knew that having what Vince called a 'purple ball of fur' on his shoulder was attracting weird looks from people who thought he had become an Ash Ketchum wannabe, but he didn't mind. Having his prized Nidoran there to accompany him just made him feel more comfortable.
Vince looked at Curtis as they stepped off the bus and watched its glimmering green coat of paint fade away onto the road.
"Look, mate…" he said hesitantly, "I kinda have to split now, yeah? You know the directions, right?"
Curtis nodded; even though Vince was leaving, he didn't feel intimidated by the task. It was so simple; find the guy Vince told him about – he had a description on him – get the drugs, and go back to Vince's with a job well done and a surefire way of beating Erika. And then getting laid. Perfect.
"Alright, I'll see you at mine once you get the stuff, right Curtis?"
"Cool, man," Curtis replied. He waves and Vince turned away. "See ya."
Curtis smiled as he turned right towards the residential square where the dealer was waiting for him. His Nidoran shared his optimism, snuggling against his shoulder as he walked.
He had no idea he was being followed.
https://www.evergrandecity.com/showthread.php?t=1434
^This is the main thread btw^
So...this fic, this fic... It plays out a bit more like a teen drama than a Pokémon fic. It'll follow multiple characters, as there will be more than one main character, and the camera will pan to a different character often.
There will be "episodes", really, with each episode containing a certain amount of chapters.
Just saying...there will be quite an amount of swearing, drugs, sex, some violence and adult themes. If you're a kid, and you decided to **** the system and read this even though it's a 15, you'll be in for quite a lot of crap.
So...I have nothing much else to say. I'm Controversial? Also known as Price. on Ever Grande City...and this, my good friends, is Pokérus.
CONTENTS:
EPISODE 1
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
...those two chapters are like being posted on here now.
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---EPISODE I---
-----CHAPTER 1-----
The black phone lying on the side of the table suddenly burst into life.EPISODE 1
CHAPTER ONE
CHAPTER TWO
...those two chapters are like being posted on here now.
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---EPISODE I---
-----CHAPTER 1-----
Curtis Springs opened his eyes slightly and let the intense bursts of light slip through and burn his eyes. He attempted to muster up the strength to move his arm up and bring his watch into his line of sight, but stopped short and instead tilted his head to the right, brushing his long, brown hair off his face. His phone danced on the bedside table, seemingly nudging the Pidgey-themed alarm clock next to it, which glistened with the numbers 8:46 in bright, neon digits.
8:46? Who the **** phones people this early in the morning?
He half-heartedly reached for the phone before lazily sliding it towards his ear.
"Hello?"
"Curt? Hey, it's me! I'm back from my journey now!"
"Vince…?" Curtis only managed to utter a short response. "What are you…?"
"Remember, mate? Indigo Plateau? You know, Pokémon League, all that ****? Well, you know since it's the first time I've seen the guys in quite a few months, we're all coming down to Celadon Park, near the gym. Meet me there in 20, okay?"
"But Vince, mate…" He tried to murmur an excuse about how he was ill, but as soon as he found the right words Vince had already hung up. He stared at the message displaying on his phone:
Disconnected call 0:19
"Oh, for ****'s sake…" Curtis slammed the phone down with annoyance before tossing the blanket aside. He knew Vince had just come back from a journey that had taken him all the way around Kanto and to the Indigo Plateau, but at that moment, as he slipped on his grey jeans and glasses and combed back his brown mess of hair, he couldn't help but wonder why he was friends with him. This thought kept processing through his head, even as he slipped out into the warm, fresh Celadon City air.
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"Curtis!" Upon seeing him, Vince got up almost immediately, his dark, wavy hair glistening against the morning sun. "You're late, where the hell have you been?" His tone sounded quite positive, but as Vince hugged him Curtis couldn't help but feel a sting of bitterness in that. Vince always seemed to have a way of getting to him.
"Yeah, hey, Vince…" Curtis glanced at the people around him. He remembered some from school, but he dropped out of school the year before. It really just didn't seem that attractive to him. But looking around at the old faces, and some new ones as well, brought back memories of the time he had there.
"Hey, Curtis, man! It's been a while, yeah?"
Curtis turned around, noticing a familiar face whom he hadn't seen in quite a while.
"Oh, hey there Alton," Curtis replied, walking over to him hesitantly. "How's life been?"
"Oh you know, the usual stuff, right?" Curtis noticed Alton had grown out his once-short ginger hair into a decently sized afro. Alton was 17, only around a year older than he was, and was pale-skinned. His image, which now consisted of a T-shirt with an Absol decoration on it and brown cargo shorts, didn't really seem to strike Curtis as the most impressive outfit in the world, and that was slightly surprising when he noticed the two girls Alton had on his shoulders. He recognised one; the girl on his left shoulder, Wysteria. She was resting her head against Alton while playing with her long, straight, blonde hair. Curtis knew those two had had some sort of thing when he was still at school, but he didn't realise they were still together. The girl sitting by his right he had no idea about; she was tanned, with platted dark auburn hair. As he glanced over at her, he saw her gazing back, almost seductively.
"You get me, right? Sleep all day, party all night?"
Curtis snapped out of his thoughts almost as quickly as he had entered them. "Oh right, yeah… you could say that," Curtis managed to reply. "I-I haven't seen you in a while, yeah? Where've you been?"
"Mate, I've been all the way round, like everywhere man," Alton said, almost dreamily. "Parties all over Kanto, you know?" Alton pulled the girls closer to him slightly, as if to emphasize. "Guys round here can't have any sort of rave without me hearing about it!"
Curtis laughed nervously. "Yeah, I guess…"
Alton let out a loud burst of laughter. "Don't worry mate, I can get you in literally anywhere you want, right? Just say the word. If you don't believe me, feel free to ask anyone."
"Yeah, sure, I mean like…" Curtis stumbled on his words. The tanned girl giggled slightly.
"You know, there's one in Saffron City like…this weekend. Proper hardcore, you know? Not like the pussy parties you get round Vermilion and stuff, like properly hardcore. I mean, Luxray Guard are playing. You heard of them lot?"
Curtis nodded; he remembered all too well about how Alton kept going into tangents about parties.
"Well, see, Vince was invited, but since I'm the one arranging tickets I really don't want him to go, you know? So, I was wondering…you up for a little partying?"
"This weekend…?" Curtis tried his hardest not to stammer again. "I'll see if I'm free, okay?"
"Alright then, mate, just drop me a call if you're coming yeah?" Alton held out his right hand and put on the signature smile Curtis knew all too well. It was the kind of smile that he put on whenever he felt like he had just done something amazing. And in a sense, getting Curtis into a party was quite amazing. After all, he did know that he wasn't as socially active as most of the people around.
Curtis took his hand, but exchanged another glance at the tanned girl, becoming increasingly wary of how much she was looking at him. "Yeah, alright…I've got your number, so don't worry, I'll call you."
"Alright then, I shall see you at Saffron this weekend then!" Alton said, with a slight cockiness in his voice. Curtis caught sight of the tanned girl winking at him, but by the time his brain had registered it he had already turned tail and started to head back to the main group. Don't worry, he thought to himself. It's for the better you didn't stay.
He found himself a small space in the circle just as Vince finished explaining his final battle in the league. He didn't really see why, anyway; it wasn't as if everyone had seen it on TV already.
"…Yeah, so there was this massive explosion, right? And like you couldn't see **** through any of it. But then the smoke clears, and I can literally just hear so much **** in my head…but then I look, and I see this little bastard," he nodded at Scyther, who was drifting away to sleep, "I see this bastard standing next to that Magmortar, and then it turns out Magmortar's fainted and he's ****ing won it!" Vince took out an almost-empty packet of cigarettes before opening it and spilling out the remaining two still intact in the packet onto the ground.
He picked them up and threw the empty packet over his shoulder, disrupting a young couple sitting on a bench by the main path. He turned to Curtis. "You feel like a fag right now, then, or…?"
Curtis hadn't really smoked properly before, but he felt like he had to, seeing as it had been quite a few months since he had last seen Vince. "Alright, then…"
"Alright, cool then mate," Vince replied before getting up off the grass, signalling for Curtis to come with him. Curtis pulled himself off the ground, subconsciously aware that the grass he had sat in had dew formed on it and anxious that some of the people around were able to see a wet patch on the back of his jeans. Nevertheless, he continued and followed Vince down the path, pulling up next to him a mere seconds later.
It was around that moment when Curtis realised that the tanned girl he had noticed earlier was sitting by the path, staring at him with that same seductive stare that had somewhat intimidated him before.
"Hey."
Curtis turned to face her, trying not to look overpowered. Vince smirked; he backed off slightly and started to light his cigarette. "Hey there," he replied nervously.
"I'm Jade."
"I'm Curtis…" He shifted awkward, trying to stop the thoughts of how sexy she was in auburn plats and a skimpy blue top entering his head.
There was a short awkward pause. Vince tried his hardest not to laugh from afar as he lit his cigarette and puffed.
Jade giggled. "You realise I know full well you're staring at me right now?" There was another short pause as Curtis's cheeks turned red.
"Let's just cut to the chase here, shall we?" Jade put on a cynical look. "It's blatantly obvious you want me. And to be honest, you are kinda fit. So…I'm prepared to strike up a bit of a deal with you." She sidled up close to him. "If you manage to beat Erika…I'll have sex with you. How does that sound?"
Curtis could barely do anything but stand there, blushing and paralyzed. She pushed him playfully. "Of course, that's if you can beat Erika."
"Y-Yeah…" Curtis could barely even stammer, let alone properly respond.
"So," Jade continued, with a smirk painted across her face, "show me that Rainbow Badge soon, okay? I know it'll be very rewarding for you." She giggled again. "See you this weekend, I hope."
Curtis just stood and stared as she walked, both completely shocked at what happened and baffled at how lucky he had just gotten.
Before he could even think, Vince was next to him again. "Oh my god, **** me Curts," he said excitedly, "strangely enough, I cannot believe how ****ing in there you are!"
Curtis tried to find the correct words to respond to that; however, he eventually submitted to watching two Meowth playing on a dustbin while Vince struggled to control his laughter.
"You are absolutely ****ing priceless, you know that mate? Just amazing, absolutely amazing." He put his arm around Curtis and headed back to the group, dragging Curtis along with him. "Absolutely ****ing amazing…"
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Curtis leaned back on the grey sofa, looking out of the window. It was already getting dark – he watched the sun slowly hide behind the trees and bushes that formed the edge of Celadon City. Vince lived on the northern tip; or, as Vince liked the call it, 'the posh place above the shithole'. Curtis smiled to himself as he remembered this; he and Vince used to play around south Celadon all the time. The dark alleyways always used to creep him out and they explored Celadon's every nook and cranny.
"What are you lookin' so sceptical about, Curt?"
Curtis turned to face the person he was next to; a girl of around his age, with short, brown hair that went down to her shoulders. She was wearing a grey hoodie with a Skarmory pattern embedded on it. If she were to do it up, Curtis knew it would have the words "no fear" written along the bottom end; however, she had it undone as she lay on the sofa, feet up against a leather chair she had pushed towards her.
He smiled at her. "Not much really, just remembering past times, you know, Chloe?"
"Yeah, I get you. Thing with Celadon is that people always have so many memories of this place, unlike towns like Lavender, where it's all just so dead." Chloe reached into her pocket and pulled out a Blackberry with a Kyogre printing so vivid that Curtis couldn't help but envy her. She let out a groan of frustration shortly afterward. "****ing Vince," she muttered angrily. "The **** says he'll be here in another half an hour."
Curtis laughed. "Does he ever come home on time?"
At this, Chloe burst out laughing. "Not really, no. He says he's stuck in a traffic jam along Route 16. Apparently there's some Snorlax stuck in the middle of the road, and they've only just managed to wake it up." She started typing out a message on her phone. "I'm just gonna tell him he'd better be here soon or he's ****ed. I've got a History essay I have to write for tomorrow and I'm not getting screwed over just because Vince doesn't know how to plan his time properly."
Curtis chuckled slightly. Chloe always had a way of turning situations into jokes; he couldn't help but admire her positive attitude.
She got up and put her phone back in the pocket of her shorts. "In the meantime, do you want some tea or something?" she asked. "I'm kinda thirsty, and honestly I'd much rather make it now than when Vince gets here."
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Despite Vince's reassurance that he was only half an hour away, the streetlights were already on by the time Curtis and Chloe saw Vince walk down the road towards the house.
Chloe heard the key slowly turn in the lock. "There he is," she muttered to herself. "The ****ing Dunsparce himself." Curtis struggled to control his laughter as Vince stumbled through the doorway, seemingly out of breath.
"Hey, Vince…" Curtis called out, but Chloe silenced him. The idea puzzled him for a few moments, but then he chuckled slightly. Chloe always had subtle ways of making bad situations worse… but funnier.
"Hey, babes," Vince said as he looked over at his girlfriend, who was looking down at the phone resting on her shorts. He reached into the pocket of his dark denim jeans and pulled out three Pokéballs, before slamming them onto the desk. Curtis couldn't help but be impressed by the black and red-coloured glamorous one in between the two normal-decorated ones; that was one Pokéball he had not seen before, let alone expected someone like Vince to own one.
"My ****ing belt broke when I was in Fuschia, so I had to carry these things in my pocket," he groaned. Curtis looked slyly at Chloe, who exchanged a glance which seemed to say Why the hell am I going out with this guy? before looking away again.
Vince walked over to the sofa which Curtis and Chloe were reclining on before attempting to move in for a kiss. Chloe just turned away, however, facing Curtis with an expression of ****ing help me just as Vince managed to peck her cheek.
"What's the matter, babes? Won't you kiss me now?"
Chloe smirked. "So you turn up an hour late after we haven't seen each other for a while, and you expect me to kiss you?"
Vince seemed to look beaten, but Curtis could still trace some cockiness in his voice. "Babes…it'll happen one way or another. Come on, let's just do it."
Chloe gently nudged him away as he moved in a second time before getting up. "Like that's happening tonight, Vince. You've already put me in enough **** now."
"Babes, what is it?"
"History essay. Something about the Tanoby Ruins or something. I doubt you've even heard of the Sevii Islands, so you can **** off." Chloe flipped the bird to Vince as she grabbed a synthetic fur coat and turned the door handle. As the door shut loudly behind her, Vince turned to Curtis.
"Girls, mate…believe me, make sure you get a **** buddy, if anything. Girlfriends are sometimes hell to put up with."
"I can see that," Curtis remarked, which caused Vince to light slap him around the back of the head.
"So…anyway, Curtis…I heard about your little fiasco with Jade there…"
"Only what I told you, remember?" Curtis nudged Vince slightly before starting to laugh himself.
Vince chuckled. "So how you gonna go about…you know…the business?"
"I'm gonna need a Rainbow Badge first, really," Curtis replied hesitantly, while flicking a tuft of hair out of his face. "That's what she said…"
Vince chuckled. "Classic Jade, that is; always testing her potential suitors. She's been like that for years, even when I ****ed her. She barely remembers me, though." Vince collapsed onto the sofa in a heap, narrowly missing crushing Curtis, who could hear the wind rush past his face.
Briefly, Curtis considered telling Vince the truth – that he was approached by her, and not the other way round – but the idea seemed to die the moment it entered his head. After all, Vince had been trying to get him laid since they both turned 16, and while Vince was largely successful, Curtis just seemed to plod along behind at a Slowpoke's pace. At least if Vince thought he managed to do it all by himself he'd have at least a bit more respect for him.
Vince looked at him. "Tell you what, mate," he said. "I know your Pokémon aren't that strong, right? Not strong enough to beat Erika, at least." Curtis was tempted to protest, but realized there was a hint of truth in what Vince was saying. "How about you stay over for a bit and we can think this through, yeah? My parents'll be out anyways and I doubt Chloe's coming back tonight. She gets all stroppy and **** at times."
Curtis smiled; although Vince was quite annoying at times, he always had some sort of way of convincing him into doing things. "Alright," he replied, after a short pause. "Sounds good."
"Great!" Vince patted him on the back. "So… what do you wanna do now, then?" Vince's eyes gazed over at his old games console over on the other side of the room. Curtis saw him looking at it. They'd spent hours upon hours playing on that thing when they were kids.
They both seemed to get the same idea at the same time. Vince strolled over and flicked it on, as it sprung to life with a Shadow Lugia theme and the recognisable theme. "Fancy a bit of Apokélypse 2, Curtis?"
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It wasn't until well into the nostalgic night when Vince finally came up with an idea.
There was a loud roar coming from the console. "Oh **** yes!" Vince exclaimed cockily. "40,000 kills with Lucario! **** yes!"
"Wow, mate," Curtis uttered, astonished. Even he was impressed; he always used to be the natural at Apokélypse, but his highscore was only around 25,000 – and that was with Rayquaza. "Your guy must be on like Pokérus or something, that's ****ing amazing right there."
The victory fanfare blaring out of the console subsided as it got replaced with the main menu theme again. "Wait, Curtis…" Vince turned to face him. "That's it, mate! That's it!"
"What's it…?" Curtis started to say, but his mind went faster than his mouth as his thoughts caught up to him. "Oh, wait-"
"I know, perfect right?" Vince cut him off. "I know a couple guys, yeah? I can just ask them to supply us with a couple shots of Pokérus, right? Then you can inject some into your guys, and BAM! You can watch as they utterly destroy Erika!"
Curtis felt quite sceptical. "It is, like, illegal, though, Vince…"
"Oh, don't worry about it mate!" Vince tried to reassure him, but his shouting didn't really seem to help Curtis. "We've done quite a few drugs before, right?"
Vince was right, thought Curtis. They had done quite a few illegal substances before. However, Curtis knew all too well that Kanto was becoming very strict about its laws regarding Pokérus – the drug specifically designed for Pokémon to cheat their way up levels. If they were caught, however…Curtis shuddered. He didn't want to even think about the possibility.
"Honestly, Vince, I'm not too sure if this is a good idea…"
"Curtis, trust me. It'll be fine." Vince took on a slightly more reassuring tone. "I just know a couple people, all right? I can call them tomorrow, and then we can go and pick up the drugs, and then we can come back, you can put them into your guys and we won't need to worry about it anymore. Okay?"
"Umm…" Curtis thought for a moment. "I guess, as long as we do it together…"
"No worries, mate," Vince assured him. "It's plain and simple. Now, up for another round? I'll be, like, Jirachi this time. Give you a little bit more of an advantage, eh?"
Curtis slapped him gently on the side of his head. Jirachi was pretty much a joke character anyway.
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Curtis looked up at the clock. The hour hand was pointed at the 8…or was it the 3? He couldn't tell from the angle he had been sleeping at.
Getting up, Curtis noticed his original assumption that it was eight o'clock was true after all. He noticed Vince had gotten up long before him, now dressed in a dark leather jacket and slim-fitting blue jeans.
"Morning, mate," Vince said brightly. "So you up for picking up the PR today? I've called them and everything."
Curtis nodded in agreement. "Yeah, that's cool." He couldn't help but think that although his was sceptical about the idea, it seemed like a good idea now. This seemed to be a once in a lifetime opportunity to him, and his vision of finally losing his virginity overcame his morals about Pokémon training and drugs.
"We're leaving now, yeah? You might wanna hurry up." It took Curtis a short amount of time to quickly grab his shoes and step out of the door. The sky was a clear blue, and he could hear the Pidgey chirping on the edge of the forest surrounding Celadon.
"So, where are we headed then, Vince?"
Vince thought for a moment. "I think they said they wanted to meet us in the shithole – you know, that south end. I think we should take a 19 to the Game Corner and then I think we walk to that pond and turn right. I think he's waiting for us around there."
"Sounds good then, mate," Curtis replied as they started walking. Two blondes walked past in what was obviously their going out gear – Curtis chuckled as he realized they were taking the walk of shame back home. However, that didn't stop them from saying a cheeky "Hey, Vince," as they passed them.
"Slags," Vince whispered to Curtis after they had walked past. "Trust me, I would never waste my time on them."
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They arrived at the Game Corner less than half an hour later. As they stepped out of the bus, Curtis noticed that it had gotten considerably warmer than when they had set out from the north side of the city. He had sent out one of his Pokémon as well on the journey – it seemed to bask in the warmth of the sun on his shoulder. Curtis knew that having what Vince called a 'purple ball of fur' on his shoulder was attracting weird looks from people who thought he had become an Ash Ketchum wannabe, but he didn't mind. Having his prized Nidoran there to accompany him just made him feel more comfortable.
Vince looked at Curtis as they stepped off the bus and watched its glimmering green coat of paint fade away onto the road.
"Look, mate…" he said hesitantly, "I kinda have to split now, yeah? You know the directions, right?"
Curtis nodded; even though Vince was leaving, he didn't feel intimidated by the task. It was so simple; find the guy Vince told him about – he had a description on him – get the drugs, and go back to Vince's with a job well done and a surefire way of beating Erika. And then getting laid. Perfect.
"Alright, I'll see you at mine once you get the stuff, right Curtis?"
"Cool, man," Curtis replied. He waves and Vince turned away. "See ya."
Curtis smiled as he turned right towards the residential square where the dealer was waiting for him. His Nidoran shared his optimism, snuggling against his shoulder as he walked.
He had no idea he was being followed.
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