• Chapter 1: Mat is asked out


    Things at the Advanced Pokemon Academy in the Kanto region have began to pick up as the Valentine's Dance was only three days away. Mat, the boy who's first Pokemon was a Riolu, was one of the special class students of the academy. He was easily recognized by his blue, sleeveless shirt, orange shorts, fake black tribal tattoo that you can wear like a sleeve and a portable CD player that he wore on his wrist. Although he was one of the best battlers there, he was still missing something important. He tried not to think about it, but no matter how hard he tried, thoughts of loneliness kept filling his mind, for he had never kissed a girl before.

    Normally, he never had time for love. During school hours, he always headed straight to his next class. When lunch came, he was usually in the arena, taking on anyone who had sent him a challenge. It was pretty much the same when school got out for the day. Every so often, he meets up with May or Dawn, two girls in his class. They usually watch him battle during the lunch break. During those times, they walk home together, which was often because all three of them lived close to each other. They were good friends.

    This time, during Pokemon History, Mat was quietly looking through his textbook about one of the legendaries, Darkrai, when he secretly received a note. At first, he thought it was another challenge, but he was proved wrong this time. Mat, please meet me in the courtyard during lunch. I have something I want to ask you, is what the note said. It also had a few hearts drawn on it. "At lunch, huh?" he said. "I guess I can come. That way, I'll know who wrote this."

    When lunch came, Mat sped down to the courtyard. There was only a few others there because everyone else was in the lunchroom. "Yo! Whoever wrote this note, I'm here!" he yelled out. He felt like leaving when one of the trees being to rustle. As he approached it, Dawn fell out. Mat quickly catched her just before she hit the ground. "Dawn?! What are you doing here?" he said, puzzled.

    "Do you remember that note you got from history class?" she replied. "I sent it. I needed you to come here so no one could interfere."

    "Oh...., well, we're alone now," he said, letting her go. "What did you want to ask me?"

    She started to blush for some reason. She felt really nervous as she took off her cap. Anytime she did that was when it was something special. She took a few deep breaths and finally spoke. "Mat, will you go with me to the Valentine's Dance?"

    She was really worried about his reaction. She was never nervous about him. Normally, Dawn was bubbly and cheerful. Somehow, this seemed to fill Mat with something he never had. "I.... I'll go with you, Dawn," he said.

    Dawn was so excited to hear his approval that she over-reacted and kissed him on the lips. He felt dazed after that. His thoughts of loneliness vanished and were replaced with thoughts of that very moment, which lingered through most of the day. It was a good thing that there was no Battle Class that day, or he wouldn't be able to concentrate. When the day was over, he staggered home, still thinking about Dawn, when May came up to him. "Hi, Mat. Can I ask you something?"

    "Sure. Anything for you," he said, not knowing that May was there. He was having a hard time keeping himself under control.

    "Mat, would be interested in going to the dance?" she asked.

    He was still daydreaming. In his mind, he thought Dawn was asking him to the dance. Because of this, he agreed. May squealed in excitement and hugged him. "Oh thank you! I'll wear the most loveliest dress I can find!" she said, then ran off. But then, he finally came to his senses. He then finally realized that he had agreed to go with both Dawn and May to the dance.

    "Aw, crap! Now I've done it!" he yelled at the sky. He had to find a way to clear this up. If he chose one, the other would hate him for life, but if he didn't go, both of them would track him down and kill him. He ran off, trying to find a way to solve this problem.