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Unexpected (PhosphorousShipping)


Unova Forever!
I met someone. Never thought I’d meet someone I felt like I could spend forever with, but so be it. I’m panicking. Absolutely panicking.

Unexpected: Narrated by Allister Moris

As soon as I laid eyes on him that Monday afternoon, I felt like he was meant for me. He looked so strong in a gentle way. If he wanted to, he could hold me forever. You’re probably wondering who this young man is.

His name is Gordie. He’s my Auntie Melony’s son (she’s not my biological aunt, so I don’t have a crush on my cousin, thank you very much). He has white hair with blond highlights, and a melodious laugh that always brings a smile to my face. Gordie and I met each other when Auntie was helping me write a difficult essay. I swear, he’s the most attractive person I’ve ever met. Gordie’s also kind-hearted, like his mom, but not as short-tempered. I almost forgot that he hugged me once. He’s quite cozy. I get the feeling he likes snuggling, too.

A few days ago, he gave me his number, but I’ve been too scared to text him, much less call. With the help of a close friend of mine, I worked up the courage to text him. Here’s my first attempt.

hi, Gordie. it’s Allister, from all that Gym stuff.

After reading this, I shook my head. What kind of response was that? “All that Gym stuff”. Gods, I can’t write.
My second attempt was much better, so I went with it.

hi, Gordie. it’s Allister, your fellow Gym Leader. how are you?

Once I sent it, I breathed a sigh of relief. Hopefully, this would be the beginning of a new friendship and an eventually great romance. I first panicked that Gordie hated me. Why else would he not respond in 5 minutes? But I figured this was irrational, since he texted me soon after.

Hey! Glad you’ve gotten ahold of me. I’ve been better. Mom just bit my head off and gave me a hug at the same time. There’s a reason I don’t visit Mom often. Anyways, how’ve you been?

I thought to myself, I know Auntie can be pretty mean sometimes. But! If she acts that way toward Gordie while I’m around, I’ll…I’ll…alright, I dunno.

The two of us talked for some time. Gordie was the sweetest person I’d met in ages. He complemented me on getting into a premier college over in Wyndon, among other things. Eventually, he texted me this:

Allister, I was wondering if you’d like to come over to my house tomorrow. I totally get if you don’t want to, but I’d appreciate the company. We can watch movies and such. I have at least 500 in my possession.

My heart was pounding. I know I couldn’t pass this opportunity up. So, I texted back:

i’d love to, Gordie. i’ll be over at 10 in the morning.

He said I didn’t have to worry about driving, as he’d pick me up. That was relieving, since I’m awful at driving. I needed some time to think, so I told Gordie that I’d see him tomorrow.

Me being the hopeless romantic that I am, I began daydreaming about the stupidest things.

There’s a café over in Circhester. I wonder if he could take me? I’d adore that. But it’s freezing there! Maybe he’d let me borrow some of his clothes? Or keep them! That way I’d always have a reminder of him with me. I wonder if he and I could snuggle. Even better, we could take a bath together in the hot springs near the café! Ah, if only…

End of Chapter One
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Unova Forever!

Gordie is 20 and Allister is 18, cuz it ain’t right for a 20 year old to be dating a 15 year old (my HC age for Allister) or, gods forbid, a 10 year old (Allister’s probable canonical age).
Allister’s mannerisms are still the same as his game counterpart.


Unova Forever!
I woke up at 5. I couldn’t wait to get ready for my day with Gordie! I’ve never been an expert at anything remotely fashion-related, but I managed to find a nicer outfit than my normal Gym one. I put on a black polo, black jeans, and tall black socks. You can probably guess what my favorite color is. I hoped he’ll like it.

When I thought about it, it shouldn’t take much to make Gordie smile. I shouldn’t have worried about my appearance as much as I did that day. Call me cliched, but I’d do anything for him. Yesterday, I put extra shampoo and conditioner in my hair, hoping it’d look better than normal. maybe he’d let me shower with him at some point hehe. I spent extra time brushing and combing it, making sure it looked as perfect as possible. I think it worked.

Ten o’clock rolled around. For the past fifteen minutes, I had been waiting on the porch for Gordie to pick me up. He didn’t come until 10:05, though, and I was worried sick!

“G-Gordie! I-it’s so g-good to s-see you!” I said as he walked up towards me. I nearly fainted. He looked so much more attractive than even the last time I saw him.

“It’s good to see you, too, Allister.” Gordie beamed at me. His smile could light up an entire city! “Ready to go?”

“I’m r-ready as I-I’ll ever b-be!” I exclaimed. That was all I said for the entire car ride.


Unova Forever!
I’m such a mess. Finally, I got a chance to spend time with Gordie, and what was I doing? Sitting in the front seat of his car, too scared to say a word.

“Allister, you seem awfully quiet,” Gordie pointed out as we turned into the driveway of his apartment complex. “Is something going on?”

“Er, n-no…I’m just thinkin’ about t-things, is all…” At least I wasn’t lying outright.

“That’s okay. Come on, let’s go inside,” Gordie requested. We took the elevator to his spacious third-floor apartment. “Make yourself at home,” he told me as he relaxed on his peach-colored recliner.

I really wanted to get up there with him. But there’s a high probability that wouldn’t work out. I didn’t want to make him uncomfortable, plus, I’m short for my age. I contented myself with sitting on the couch.

“W-why’d you i-invite me over, a-anyways?” I asked Gordie.

“Why do you think?” He smiled at me, and I felt the world go black. Gods, he’s so attractive… “You seemed like you needed to get to know someone. You seem pretty chill, and I appreciate that.”

I’m the furthest thing from chill (crippling anxiety, woo-hoo!). Regardless, I blushed, “Y-yeah, I-I try. I d-did need to get o-out there and m-meet people. T-thank you, Gordie…Y-you’re too k-kind.”

“It’s one of my many redeeming qualities. I always appreciate a compliment or two. So, while we’re here, what movie would you like to watch?” Gordie gestured to his movie cabinet. “I also subscribe to at least four different streaming services.”

So Gordie was a film buff. I took a mental note of this as I perused the movies. Most of them were Hallmark movies. They’re too sappy for me. The only movie I found halfway interesting was Marley & Me, a depressing movie about a dog that eventually dies. At least it has death in it.

I showed Gordie the movie, put it in the DVD player, and laid on the couch. I stole a couple of glances at Gordie while we were watching. I think he went through a whole box of tissues by the time we were halfway through the movie. What a softie.

By the time we finished, Gordie was actually sobbing. I know it was just a movie he was crying over, but I wanted, no, needed to give him a hug. I got up from the couch and walked towards the recliner. “D-do you n-need a h-hug, G-Gordie?” I asked.

Gordie sniffled, “That would be nice. I’m a total pushover, aren’t I?” He laughed. I crept onto the recliner and nestled into his arms. I knew I couldn’t hug him for long, but what I did get contented me. He felt so warm, and his grip was the right combination of strong and gentle. Yet, I knew I had to let go. I slid off the recliner and headed back to the couch.

“I-I’m r-really enjoying s-spending time with y-you, G-Gordie,” I told him.

“As am I! What would you like to do now that the movie’s over?” Gordie asked.

I brushed my hair back, “I’m n-not sure. D-doesn’t m-matter to me.”

“How about we go for a walk? There’s a donut shop a mile from my house, so we could head there,” he suggested.

I chuckled, but agreed to his idea. The idea of exercising just to eat junk food was a pretty great, if silly. As we headed out of the apartment complex, it took all my willpower not to clasp Gordie’s hand. I hate emotions. We walked side-by-side, almost close enough to touch. Almost. I was jolted out of my reverie by an unpleasant realization.

“O-oh, no!” I covered my face. “I-I left m-my mask a-at home! I d-don’t wanna b-be out in p-public l-like…this…” This had to have been the dumbest thing I’ve done all year. I’m never without a mask. Heck, I even bring backups!

“Allister…” Gordie stopped walking to put a hand on my shoulder. “I like you just the way you are. You’re the furthest thing from hideous, okay? If you’d be more comfortable, we can sit away from other people once we get to the donut shop.”

I nodded, then asked, “Er, c-can I s-sit next to you? I t-think I’d be less r-recognizable t-that way.”

“You sure can. Come on, let’s get going.”

So in one gesture, he told me I was attractive and actually touched me. Not only that, but he was letting me let me sit next to him. I felt like I was going to faint. My heart pounded like a freight train chugging along at 100 miles an hour about to plunge to its doom on a ravine. I quickened my pace so we’d arrive at the donut shop sooner. The earlier we got there, the more I could focus, and the less I’d panic. Gordie swore it had the greatest donuts in all of Galar. I hoped he was right.

When we stepped into the shop, the first thing I did was instinctively hide behind Gordie. I’m petrified by the thought that someone might recognize me.

“You alright, there?” Gordie asked as I peered over his side to glance at the menu.

“Y-yeah, I-I’m fine…” Forget what I said earlier about not panicking. Not having my mask with me put me in a state of terror. I quickly ordered a coconut donut and ran outside.

Gordie joined me on a bench a few minutes later, donuts in hand. We ate in silence for some time. I do well with silence.

“Allister,” I looked up from my donut when Gordie said my name, “it looks like something’s bothering you quite a bit. Would you like to talk it out with me? I’ll do what I can do to help.”

“I’ll t-talk to you a-about it when we g-get back. It’s a l-long story,” I replied. I moved a little closer to him. Normally, I despise being within 5 feet of people, but it felt different with Gordie. The closer I was, the safer I felt. Now I could breathe again.


Unova Forever!
Chapter Three: Our Day Out (Pt 2):

Eventually, we finished our donuts. They were delicious, but maybe not the best in all of Galar. Of course, I wouldn’t tell Gordie that. I wanted him to be sufficiently discouraged to get up from the bench, so I scooted closer. His legs and thighs were almost touching mine.

“Looks like someone doesn’t wanna leave,” Gordie chuckled. “That’s alright.” He looked over my clothes and commented, “By the way, you look great today, Allister. Black’s a great color on you. What’d you do to your hair?”

“T-thanks,” I tapped my foot nervously. “Uh, I put extra c-conditioner in. Y-you like it?” I gazed at him, letting my bangs fall across my face. Before now, nobody complimented my maskless appearance.

“I sure do,” Gordie brushed my hair out of my eyes, looking at me as intently as I looked at him. It seemed that he felt something for me aside from the kindness he exuded toward everyone. “Why are you so down about yourself, anyways?”

I shrugged, “I don’t like m-myself that much. B-besides, people s-scare me. W-why else would I carry masks with m-me?”

“Doesn’t seem like I scare you, since you’d remember your mask if I did. One more thing, why are you sitting so close to me?” Gordie inquired.

“U-uh, no reason!” I jumped up to the opposite side of the bench. “N-no reason at all!”

“Allister…” Gordie gave me a gentle smile. “Come back here. I didn’t say you had to leave, you know.”

Apprehensively, I returned to my previous location. The only thing I could manage to say was, “I feel s-safe around you. I don’t feel that for m-most people.”

The tips of Gordie’s ears turned red, “If you put it that way, then I feel the same way towards you. It’s getting late. Let’s go ahead and leave, shall we?”

I didn’t want to embarrass him further, so the two of us returned to his apartment. It was about 4 o’clock by this point. The first thing Gordie did when he walked in the door was grab a family size bag of sour cream and onion potato chips and collapse on the couch.

“Y-you sure seem to like eating, huh?” I pointed out.

“You’re right on that. Wanna sit with me?” Gordie moved over, giving me just enough room to join him.

“Of course!” I cried, plopping down on the couch.

“Now,” Gordie said in between bites, “you wanted to talk to me about what’s bothering you. I’m listening.”

How could I say this without sounding nuts? I don’t know you well, but I feel like I could spend the rest of my life with you? Can I spend the night? Can I move in with you? AUGH! I can’t…

I figured I’d tell a half-truth, “So, I got into that b-botanical college I’d been dreaming about for years. I’m p-panicking about being so f-far away from h-home, f-from my friends and family. Being away from y-you.” I stared at the bag of chips, hesitant to meet Gordie’s eyes.

Even though I wouldn’t look at him, Gordie smiled. “You care about me that much? That being away from me makes your heart feel sick? Oh, Allister…” Gordie put a soft arm around my shoulders. “I don’t want you to feel this way. I care about you, too.”

“I’m scared s-silly. I don’t wanna go back h-home,” I whined like a lovesick child, which I more or less was. “I wanna s-spend the night.”

Gordie nudged me. “There’s plenty of room, so you can stay.”

“Really?” I brightened, flinging my arms around him. “T-thank you! Thank you so, s-so much!”

“Oh!” Gordie was surprised by the hug, but didn’t object. “You’re welcome.”

I let go of him. “W-whaddya wanna do now?”

“I’m not sure,” Gordie shook his head. “Generally, I make dinner around this time.”

“You had a g-giant donut and half a big bag of chips! W-what’s up with y-you?” I inquired.

“Stress, mostly,” Gordie explained. “I haven’t had anyone over in a while. I try to be a good host, but I sometimes let my high expectations get the best of me.”

This was going better than I thought it would! “Don’t feel t-that way! You’re d-doing great!”

“I’m trying, Allister. I’m trying.” He closed his eyes, as if my compliment exhausted him.

As the sky began to darken, I felt almost as tired. But I wasn’t about to let this opportunity slip, since Gordie’s fourth-floor apartment provided a breathtaking sunset view. I tapped his shoulder. “C-can we head to the balcony?” I implored.

Gordie mumbled, “Guess so, but give me a few minutes to rest.”

Marveling at how handsome he was, I concentrated on his steady breathing. A part of me wished he and I could fall asleep together. Once Gordie and I headed to the balcony, I had difficulty peering over the edge. I’m 18 and barely 5 feet tall. It sucks.

“It sure looks beautiful this evening,” Gordie stated, resting an elbow on the railing.

“Y-yeah…” I watched the clouds drift by.

Gordie said something surprising. “Need a lift? It looks like you’re having trouble seeing the sunset.”

Was he asking me if I could climb onto his shoulders? “You’re r-right on that.”

“Up you go, Allister!” Gordie hoisted me so I could see the sunset.

I sighed. “Thanks, Gordie. I-I enjoy this.” Had I been on the ground, I’d have taken several pictures of the two of us and the sun.

“Hey, I do, too.” He smiled, obviously relishing holding me up.

Before we knew it, the sun sank below our view, revealing the stars above. This was a moment I’d treasure forever. When the sun went down, I got off Gordie and thanked him.

“Anytime. It’s getting late. Mind if I show you where everything is so you can get ready for bed?” With that, Gordie and I left the balcony.
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Unova Forever!
Intermission—Some of Allister’s poetry:

The Things I Can’t Say:
Is your love that hard to grasp?
You fail to notice my passion, my desire, my obsession.
I’m not the kind of guy you think I am.

The depths I’d fall, the heights I’d fly Imagining the journeys of you and I
But you’re too famous, I’m too weak.

I’d save the world, destroy my career, rip off this pathetic veneer
Everything’s alright when you’re by my side
I’m stronger, better, more complete

But you’ll never know, I admit defeat.

Waking Up From a Dream:
I dreamt you were mine last night
In the spotlight, taking your hand
Nothing could stop us

I woke up in fright last night
You weren’t there, comforting my soul
I couldn’t breathe.

Why can’t you stay here with me?