High School Never Ends
High School Never Ends
Multishipping, PG-13 Comedy/Romance/Drama/Angst
By Angelique
Author's Note: Yearly Exams finally done, blah-blah-blah. xP Anyway, I'm finally back and with a new fic. A Pokemon one that's multishipping to boot. XP This story is basically taking the Pokemon characters from all different media (i.e. the TV show, the Special Manga, the Games, the other manga, etc.) and making them normal. Pallet High is a high school located in southern California. I picture them sort of in a place like LA, you put them wherever you want. Also, there will be no Pokemon or mentioning of Pokemon in this fic. Think of this fic as a bit like Romance 101... except it's not in script-form, and it's totally different. XP
For the ships... hee, hee, you'll have to guess but let me just say that this IS multishipping, and the ships that start out may or may not be the ships in the last chapter. A bit like real life, really. Just keep in mind that I like "generic" ships involving "conventional" pairings, although I do have some weird taste sometimes and am quite fickal and liberal with ships.
Also, the ages of the characters here may or may not accurately reflect canon so yeah. XP
The characters of High School Never Ends who appear in this chapter. This is in order of appearance, and only a very small portion of them are actual main character. Some, in fact, won't appear for another ten chapters. XD
Drew, Storc, Michael, Flint, Misty, Buck (who is Flint's younger brother in this fic)
Lucas, Brawly, Hank, Gary, Tracey, Wally
Blue (the girl from the Special Manga, who will be called Vanessa "Ness" in this fic because I have never actually met a girl called Blue in real life), Dawn, Pryce, Whitney, Morty, Professor Elm, Zoey
Thank you Pokesho for the Sprites and the Art used in my banner for this fic!
I'll add a chapter index with hyperlinks for easy access later on, and I'll upload chapter roughly ranging from every three days to once every fortnight. So yeah. Enjoy!
Chapter One: First Day Back
°°°Drew°°°
"Get up, you!"
I curled up into a tight ball, trying to keep warm despite the cold draft that was drifting in from the broken window. I felt around for my covers, but seeing as Aunt Storc had so graciously yanked them off of my bed, I searched all in vain.
"Come on you lazy little brat!" my aunt, who resembles a horse so much that I can probably sell her to Lucas's sister Liza, who breeds horses, and get away with it, yelled a short distance away from my ear.
"I want breakfast made in fifteen minutes!"
You know, it's also remarkable how much my aunt sounds like a horse as well. Maybe if I offer her a carrot she'll shut up?
"GET UP NOW!"
THUD! My aunt, who is normally quite weak and feeble, some how managed to muster up enough strength to lift my mattress, which is quite springy by the way, and send me falling, a bit harder than I would have liked, to the floor.
"I'm up, I'm up!" I mumbled more to the floor than to my aunt, who looks nothing like the flower she's named after.
She walked around the bed and kicked me, much harder than I thought imaginable, in the gut before leaving the room with a loud, "Humph!"
And that's how I started my first day of sophomore year.
My day improved a great deal as I was standing by the bus stop with a small group of kids from my block.
A kid named Michael was babbling on about the newest issue of National Geographic, which, he pointed out, had some remarkable pictures of an unknown moss growing on a rock in South America.
Michael, who only came up to my chin, and that's with his (mind-bogglingly) red hair spiked and everything, looked around at the rest of us, who were all pretty much ignoring him. He stuttered a bit and began to frantically flip through the pages, trying to find something that would interest us.
"There's, uh, also some fascinating pictures of ...uh...HORSES!"
A couple kids snorted at the remark. One even spat out his Sunnys. Michael began to tremble and issue a series of small squeaking noises as he did so.
"Hey Mouse, let me take a look at those horses!" I called out as an attempt to make the little squirt feel better.
"My name's Micha..."
"I know what your name is!" I said, trying hard not to roll my eyes. "For now on I'm going to call you Mouse."
"M-Mouse?" he asked, cautiously making his way over to me and handing me the magazine.
"Well, would you rather be called Squeaky?" I questioned, flipping through the pictures of horses.
"Mouse is fine, I guess. What kind of horse are you looking for?"
"An ugly one!" I replied.
"Well there's this one...here!"
Mouse pointed out a full page picture of a skinny roan horse whose coat was extremely dirty and shaggy.
"Great! Can I have it?"
Mouse looked dumbstruck for several moments.
"Well, I don't know," he said testily. "I love the angle that this shot was taken in. Wouldn't you rather have a picture of a topless tribe?" he offered hopefully.
"No thanks, those pictures scare me. Besides, I've got Playboys at home."
"You do?" Mouse breathed, his eyes growing so wide they took up half his face. "Listen, you let me have one picture, just one picture, from one of your Playboys and I'll give this to you."
"Fine!" I said quickly, tearing out the page and pocketing it.
Puttering down the street at a relatively slow speed was a beat up old station wagon. My ride had come.
A redheaded senior stuck his head out of the front passenger side window.
"Drew!" Flint yelled, as the beat up piece of metal drew nearer. "You're going to have to jump! The brakes won't...brake!"
I mumbled a quick goodbye to Mouse and ran out into the street. The car was puttering by with it's backdoor open. I threw my book bag in, then hurled myself head first in the car's general direction.
I must have looked like an idiot, with my legs hanging out of a moving vehicle, but my predicament inside was much greater, for my face had found Misty's lap.
"Hello, Misty," I stuttered, sitting up right and closing the door.
"Hi," she whispered.
I noticed that her face was about as red as her hair. I figured mine probably was too.
Flint and Buck smiled slyly while Lucas rolled his eyes.
"Sorry we're late," Lucas apologized. "Thought you were living with Noland. So, uh, why aren't you?"
"Stupid judge won't let me live with an ex-convict." I muttered kicking my book bag.
Noland is my uncle that I just found out that I had about four years ago. See he was in jail for murdering my parents before that. Then two years ago he escaped and with my help (and the help of my friends) was able to prove that he was innocent by revealing that the true villain, Domino, was still alive. For a few moments it seemed as if my life would be better forever. My parent's death would be avenged and I would leave Aunt Storc (who I still can’t believe shares DNA with my father) and go live with Noland. But unfortunately, Domino escaped and went into hiding. And the judge decided to leave me with Horsewoman until he was fully certain that Noland was harmless, and capable of raising a 16-year-old boy.
The others shook their heads in disbelief of the judge's stupidity as we pulled into the Pallet High parking lot. Flint slowed down considerably and we all jumped out. Misty fell on top of me and for a few seconds I was lost in her brilliant cerulean eyes and flaming dark red hair. My mother had red hair. It was a comforting thought.
°°°Lucas°°°
"Wanna cigarette?"
"No, man, you know we quit two years ago!"
"Quit? I don't call one or two a day even starting!"
Flint and Buck shrugged. They were standing a little ways away form me and the rest of the guys in the boy's bathroom, with their friends Brawly Dewford and Hank MacMack. No, seriously, that's his real name. Brawly's cool, a lot like the Stark Brothers, a practical joker but basically a good guy. Hank's a whole different story. The cheese slid off of his cracker a long time ago! The only reason Flint and Buck hang out with him is because his dad can get them into any concert, and he's always good for a laugh.
The guys and I were just standing around, eating late breakfasts and comparing schedules. I just got done comparing with Wally Greene (we had two, History and Spanish) when Drew turned to me.
"Probably don't even have to ask," he said smiling. We've had the same classes since Kindergarten. Drew began rambling off his schedule.
"Health, Geometry, PE with Lt. Surge, Engl..."
"Wait!" I interrupted him. "I don't have Health first period! I have History!"
Drew began to frantically look back and forth between the two schedules. Turns out all of our classes are the same except first and seventh periods, (History and Health).
"You have Health first period, Diamond?"
A nearby stall door burst open with a loud bang and out stepped Gary Oak. The single most annoying person in the school. Even more so than that Harley guy who stares at my *** all through Geometry!
Gary pulled his schedule out of his overpriced, designer clothes and started comparing with ours. Turns out we'll be seeing a lot of the little prick this year. Furious, Oak kicked the wall.
"Careful, Gary! You don't want to scoff up the new shoes that your mommy bought you!" I called out, pocketing my own schedule.
"At least we can afford new shoes, Diamond! You and your stupid sister can't even afford cigarettes!"
I wanted to jump at him, but Flint and Buck gave me a warning look. If any of us got caught fighting, we'd be kicked off of the soccer team.
Luckily, the bell rang. Well actually, our bell is more like a long buzz that sounds like the TV bleeped out a very long swear word, but whatever floats Principal Rowan's boat.
Wally, Buck, Tracey and I headed off to History, while Drew and Gary trudged off the opposite way to Health.
It was going to be an interesting year. Does high school ever end?
°°°Dawn°°°
"Ness! I don't need you to braid my hair!"
I was sitting at my desk trying desperately to get my things organized. My pencils were sharpened, my pens uncapped, my highlighters were color coded, and my notebook was slanted at precisely a 45° angle. And yet Vanessa insisted on jerking my head back my head to French braid my hair. I gave up and sat still while she worked her magic on my thick mane, all the while wondering where Zoey was. Usually Ness saved her hair and make-up tricks/torture-tactics for her.
"Where's Zoey?" I asked, as Ness finished my braid and was fumbling around her pencil box for an elastic.
I heard a great deal of exaggerated whimpering behind me.
"Health," Ness replied between stage sobs. I rolled my eyes, and turned around in my seat to face her.
She smiled good-naturedly and picked up her red marker-pen and began to draw hearts all over her notebook.
"At least I have Tracey with me," she sighed, her voice saturated with adoration.
Then, at that moment, almost as if Ness had some sort of power that summoned people to her, Tracey walked in. He was closely followed by Lucas, Buck and Wally.
"Hey, Ness!" Tracey greeted, sitting across from the uncontrollable bag of giggles.
The others smiled and shook their heads as they sat down.
Lucas plopped down in the desk next to mine. He looked considerable grumpy as he ran a hand through his already spiky hair.
"What's wrong with you?" I asked.
"Drew's in Health," he replied morosely.
I shook my head. Honestly, those two were as bad as Whitney Goldenrod and Morty Ecruteak, Pallet High’s “It” Couple.
"And," Lucas added darkly, "Gary Oak is in three of my classes."
"I'm sorry," I apologized. Gary was a pain in the...well...you know.
"S'ok," Lucas slurred, finally turning toward me to acknowledge my existence.
A small smile crossed over Lucas's face, as his blue eyes skimmed up and down my frame.
"What?" I asked. I have been getting that response a lot today. I mean, ok, so I did finally decided to straighten my hair and experiment with makeup. And yes maybe I did do a little school shopping. All right, all right, a lot of school shopping. But just because I'm wearing a way over-priced skirt, doesn't mean that peoples' opinions are going to change about me, right?
"You just look really pretty today, that's all," Lucas retorted quickly. Finding the sudden need for distraction, he pulled out a magazine and a candy bar, leaving me to stare dumbstruck at him for several minutes.
"Alright, you little bags of hormones that are most likely going to drive me insane over the next year," came Mr. Pryce's usual start of school greeting. Come to think of it, it's the only greeting he ever gives us. "Now I want all of you who actually want to learn, open your books. Yes books!" he yelled at the bored glares that most of the class was giving him. "You know those things that you hardly ever read!"
"Hey, I read!" Whitney Goldenrod shouted out, hurt. "Like in second grade, I read that one book. What was it called? Charles Dickens?" She paused thinking it over for a few moments before shaking her head dismissing the question. "Anyway, it was about a whale."
Lucas and I slowly turned our heads toward each other. Our mouths open with disbelief at Violet's stupidity. Buck and Tracey, who were playing poker, snickered under their breaths. Morty blushed scarlet and sank down in his chair, trying to hide his face with his hands.
°°°Drew°°°
"My foot hurts, can I go to the nurse?"
I could hardly believe it. Elm had barely even gotten through roll, and already Gary was trying to get out of class. I shook my head; Elm never let anyone out of class. As a matter of fact, he once tried to keep us inside during a fire drill. It was that fact alone that kept me from hitting Oak upside the head.
"Go right ahead, Mr. Oak."
I spat out the pen that I was absentmindedly chewing. How could that happen? Gary looked over his shoulder and smirked at me before taking his books under his arm and strutting out of the classroom. He didn't even bother to fake a limp to make his assessment more believable.
"Yeah, my foot hurts too. Can I go to the nurse?" I called out, hoping to push Elm's buttons.
Elm looked up from his desk and sneered at me.
"Why the devil, Mr. Andrews, would I ever care about your foot hurting you?" Elm asked in that cold, icy voice that he has.
I grabbed my stuff and walked up to his desk, leaning over to look him right in the eye.
"Because Noland will be the one who comes to my parent/teacher conferences for now on.
I saw Elm's pupils grow smaller and beads of sweat break out upon his forehead. Noland used to bully Damien Elm a bit when they went to school, and Elm was obviously still a bit scared of him.
"Get out of my sight," he spat, returning to roll call.
"Gladly," I replied. I was out of the door with in two seconds.
I dropped my books off at my locker and started toward the nearest bathroom. It was dangerous walking the halls without a pass. I was halfway there when I heard a commotion. There was a female voice and a drawling male voice, which sounded a lot like Gary. Did I even want to know?
"I'm sorry, Oak, I..."
"No, it's ok, really..."
"What?"
"Oh, nothing, my friends just...well...you're not what I expected you to be."
"And what did you expect me to be like?"
"Not like this."
"Well, maybe you shouldn't always believe what your friends tell you."
I heard the sound of Oak's over priced shoes walking away as I came around a corner, running into Misty Waterflower as I did so. She was the one that Oak was being nice to? Oh, that isn't good. Without even thinking, I grabbed a hold of her and dragged her into the nearest room. It was the janitor's closet. Misty looked at me strangely. I didn't know what to say.
"Misty, I..." I paused trying to think of what to say. "What are you doing out of class anyway?"
"I got lost," she admitted with a scowl. "My sisters made this map of the school for me. I should have known that they'd lead me into the boy's locker room for first period.
I looked at the map that she was holding and sure enough according to Violet and Lily Waterflower, Misty had first period in the boy's locker room, second in the kitchens, third in this janitor's closet... I made a mental note to scold them for being so cruel to their baby sister. You would think that they would have had enough when they directed me and Buck into the girl's locker room last year.
"Sorry about that Misty," I said, throwing the useless map over my shoulder. "Listen, I'll walk you to your first class, just promise me that you'll steer clear of Gary Oak for now on."
"I mean, I know you guys say he’s an arrogant jerk and al,l but he doesn't seem that bad," Misty explained. "I ran right into him and he wasn't even mad. He even helped me pick up my books!"
I was silent for a few seconds. See, Misty’s my age and she’s in my year, but this was her first day at Pallet High – before that, she went to some posh prep school with her eldest sister, Daisy. So it was my moral duty as her friend to steer her away from the murky parts of Pallet High that she knew so little about. A.k.a Gary Oak. That dirt bag probably just wanted to get into Misty’s pants anyway. Not that they were horrifically ugly pants…
"He's only nice when he wants something, Misty," I explained, hoping that the dark closet covered my blush.
"But I don't have anything," Misty reasoned, meaning money and other material things.
"Believe me, you do," I replied trying not to stare at anything other than her face.
Misty smirked. Smirking should be made illegal.
°°°Gary°°°
I sauntered down the hallways of Pallet High pretending that I was totally oblivious to the stares of longing that girls were throwing my way. Yes, I am gorgeous! And I was particularly happy this fine afternoon. School had gone by just peachy and now I was off to soccer practice. Same team as last year.
Drew Andorks.
Diamond.
Stark Ugly.
Stark Ugly Junior.
The Lesbian.
Vanessa.
That Tracey guy.
And of course...me. The huggable, schnugable, me.
I threw open the locker room doors dramatically, making sure that no one would miss my entrance. Sure enough the others looked up. Too bad Vanessa wasn't there. She had their own locker room with the lesbian; such a great inconvenience to the rest of the soccer team.
Stark Ugly and Stark Ugly Junior went back to what they were doing; however, Andorks and Diamond seemed to be angry with me. They were glaring at me much more than usual today. Perhaps I have grown even more gorgeous over the summer and they were jealous.
"Stay away from our friend, Oak," Diamond uttered as I opened my locker.
"What, sorry?" I asked, throwing an innocent look his way.
"Misty Waterflower," he repeated. "Stay away from her."
Misty Waterflower? Oh, yes I believe I accepted her into the Gary's Newbie Playtoys category earlier today.
"Don't worry, Diamond, I'll be done with her soon." I thought that that would calm him, but it seemed to have an opposite affect...
°°°Drew°°°
I was about ready to punch Gary for that remark, but Ron beat me to it.
"Damn it, Diamond, you’re clogging my pores!" Gary shouted. Lucas was gearing up for another blow, but Flint and Buck grabbed a hold of him.
"Well now my eyebrows hurt!" Gary whined. "I'm going to the nurse."
And with that he was gone. Missing soccer practice just because he doesn't want to give us the satisfaction of seeing his cheek swell up from the blow that Lucas had just given him.
Flint and Buck released Lucas, who turned toward me, anger written all over his face.
"Drew, seduce Misty!"
Well there's a sentence one doesn't hear everyday.
"What?" I asked, thinking that I must have heard him wrong.
"You heard me!" he exclaimed, and even the Stark brothers seemed to be backing him up on this. "She likes you, Drew, and you could take care of her and her bloody temper better than that!" Lucas pointed to the door that Gary had just left.
"Lucas, I..." I didn't know what I wanted that what I was.
"Listen, Drew, I know that you don't think of her in that way," Lucas started.
Actually, I have been thinking of Misty "in that way" for the past month. It was one of those crushes that just sneak up on you from out of nowhere and you don't even know why you suddenly like the person. Of course Lucas had no clue of this new feeling I had for his childhood friend. If he did know about some of the fantasies that I've had about Misty, his bestfriend since nappies, he would have punched me even harder than he did to Gary.
"...just make her think of you more than Gary," Lucas finished.
"All right, Lucas," I replied, trying to suppress a smile. "I'll flirt with her a bit."
°°°Misty°°°
First day at a new school. Couldn’t get any better. I didn’t really mind the fact that I had to suddenly swap from posh, private Pewter Academy to the rundown Pallet High – my family been low on money ever since Dad died, so I understood. Besides, my bestfriend since babydom, Lucas Diamond attended Pallet High with the Stark Brothers (the funniest redhaired siblings on earth) so I couldn’t complain. But then Violet and Lily gave me that stupid fake map of the school, and got me late to my first class ever. I swear, the next time I see Lily I’ll tear her bone marrow out.
Anyway, after Drew kindly helped me out, I bumped into Vanessa Bluebreeze and realized we were in English together with Buck Stark… and Gary Oak.
Although I still didn’t know what to think of Gary, Vanessa’s reaction to his name was pretty funny.
“Gary Oak is the stupidest, ugliest and evilest piece of meat to call itself a human being,” Vanessa announced very loudly as we walked to English together. I cocked an eyebrow and folded my arms. “Really?”
Ness narrowed her blue eyes and nodded vigorously. “Uh-huh. I don’t understand why girls go ga-ga goo-goo over him. Hormones aren’t everything, you know!”
“Is this coming from the same person who said Brad Pitt equals smutt?” I asked dryly. Vanessa just glared at me.
“Misty, if you know what’s best, you’ll avoid him,” said Vanessa. She slid into a seat next to a solemn-looking girl with dark hair and a short skirt. When I opened my mouth tried to say something, Vanessa shot me another glowering look and I shut up immediately.
After English, during which I had to work with Buck (who had the literary talents of a brain-dead squid) and some kid called Tracey Sketchit on a creative writing task, somehow I found myself drifting towards the football field, where I knew Lucas and Drew had soccer practice. What I didn’t know was that Vanessa and Gary were also members of the soccer team. Ness was talking to a butch girl who I vaguely recalled as being called Zoey. After noticing Lucas and Drew were clearly in a deep conversation that they were in no rush to end, I sighed and approached Vanessa.
“Hey, Misty!” chirped Vanessa, flicking back her spiffy ponytail as her eyes turned towards me. “What are you doing here?”
“Oh, I just wanted to watch some soccer. You know, since my life is that pathetic and I have nothing better to do,” I replied half-sarcastically.
“Well, unfortunately, it’s been cancelled today since the Coach is sick, Gary is bludging, and Principal Rowan doesn’t care enough to get a substitute,” blurted the butch girl Vanessa was talking to. The butch extended her hand towards me, a wordless offer of a handshake, and flashed me a toothy smile. “Oh, and I’m Zoey, by the way. And you are Misty…?”
“Waterflower,” I finished for her. “Misty Waterflower. I’m new here.”
“Zoey here is another member of the Soccer Team, so you can say she’s another member of the SAGOA,” added Vanessa, a creepy smile flitting across her face. I felt my face scrunch in confusion. “SAGOA?”
“SAGOA – The Society for Anti-Gary Oak Activities. Drew Andrews founded it,” explained Zoey. “The whole soccer team is practically a member.”
I blinked a few times in confusion and frowned heavily while trying to make sense of it all. Vanessa rolled her eyes and wisely changed the topic. “Talking about Drew, he’s looking fiiiiiiiiiiiiine this afternoon. Those eyes and that hair… I could swoon all day about him.”
“And please don’t. You’re Ness Bluebreeze, not Whitney Goldenrod,” snapped Zoey. Vanessa stuck her tongue at her and wheeled around at me, eyes glinting ominously.
“You agree with me, don’t you, Misty? That Drew Andrews is looking fiiiiiiiine today and I have the right to flaunt truisms like that?”
I blushed wildly and cast my eyes to the floor. I didn’t know what to think of Drew. He had always been my friend, possibly my closest friend after Lucas, but could he be something more? He was awfully cute… I smiled. Maybe I could give him a chance. Maybe.
End of Chapter One
Another Author's Note: Be sure to review and tell me what you like and dislike about this story. Also, if you like, you could also tell me what pairings you would prefer happen in the story. Of course, I may not actually do what you tell me to do since a lot of this fic is already planned out, but I'll keep you guys in mind as I write the next load of stuff. So yeah. XP
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