Disclaimer: I have Pokémon Silver, Pokémon Red, some
stickers, a lollipop wrap with Jesse on, some TCG cards, some normal ones, an
unofficial walkthroug for Gold/Silver, The 3rd movie on tape, part
1, 3 and 4 of the Ono manga, a yuri obsession and some more stickers on my bed
along with some from Digimon and Harry Potter. I paid for all of it, and
Pokémon still doesn't belong to me.
This stinks
a long way of AU or something that goes on in the future and we couldn't really
cared less about. And it's utterly pointless… it's not even very funny. You
have been warned.
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"James!"
The shriek
wasn't entirely unexpected, but it still startled her enough to spill coffee
all over her hand. It had, quite obviously, also startled the blue-haired man
beside her, but to an even further extent.
She sighed.
Really, it wasn't like she would kill him or…
A small
yelp escaped her throat as a can of Wella -
something - or - the - other was
slammed down on the table right in front of her.
"Did
you use the rest of the hairspray?" Okay, so maybe there was a chance of danger for mortal souls
around.
Jesse's red
locks were hanging loosely down her back and falling down over her face, and a
scent of apples flew into Cassidy's nostrils when the other woman leaned over
the table to glare at James, placing a hand on Butch's toast in the process.
James, on the other hand, leaned so long back in the chair that it eventually
fell backwards, sending him sprawling on the floor.
"Oh no
you don't!" a knee was suddenly on the table beside her mug, and before
she could pull it away it had knocked it over, and the table tippet a tad too
long over as Jesse kicked off and landed on James, but Butch caught it just
before it fell over. About half of what had been on it was now on the floor,
and the rest was balancing dangerously on the edge.
"Aii!"
"You're
going to pay for that, you…" she
was holding him by the front of his shirt, and he looked utterly terrified at
her.
"But…
Jesse… don't you… Jesse!" he stammered, without it having any noticeable
effect on her.
"Look
at me! I look like some… some…"
"Love?"
Jesse
stilled in the middle of what seemed like a very successful attempt in turning
James' brain to milkshake.
"What?"
she asked, her voice suddenly very quiet as she turned around, still sitting on
top of James and clutching his newly ironed shirt.
Cassidy
suddenly realized that she was on very thin ice. Jesse might have her periods
of a normal, no-obsessive human being, but this morning clearly wasn't one of
those. And one of the most touchy subjects was her hair. Cassidy knew that a
wrong statement could make this the end of her life.
"I
think you look gorgeous with your hair down."
"Oh?"
Jesse
stared at her, no emotions showing as her eyes locked with Cassidy's. Cassidy,
on the other hand, tried her best not to look scared. She was also aware that
Butch was staring at her like she'd just kidnapped a Kangashkan baby in front
of it's mother.
"Really?"
She nodded,
and Jesse let go of James' shirt which made him fall to the floor with a loud
thump, still looking at Cassidy.
"Really?!"
"Jesse,
you'd be beautiful even… even with an army cut or even if you were bald…" from the look of rage the
other woman took it dawned for her that she'd said something she probably
shouldn't. It seemed like James noticed this too.
"I
know what we can do! We'll go to Safari Zone and chuck stones after the
Schyters… you like that, don't you?" he asked with an eagerness that was
on the verge of desperation, and Cassidy realized that he was saving her ass,
just as she'd just saved his.
However,
Jesse pushed his hands away from her with a bit more force than needed and
turned toward Cassidy again.
"Do
you really mean that?"
A part of
Cassidy wanted to tell Jesse that it wasn't her standard hairdo that made her
love her, but another warned her that it wasn't worth risking her life just
yet, so she settled for a more neutral reply.
"Of
course I do!"
A smile
tugged the corners of Jesse's lips, before a look of childish happiness spread
all over her face, and she finally crawled of James and raised up, twirling a
lock of hair between her fingers, but then she stared at him.
"You
cut your hair!"
He nodded
eagerly and brushed his fingers through the now shorter locks.
"I
tried to tell you but you wouldn't listen… I don't need hairspray anymore
now!" he beamed at her, but then a hurt look took its place, "… and
you didn't even notice…" he muttered and started to pick up things from
the floor.
Jesse,
however, either didn't notice what he said or did a good job in ignoring it, and
instead sat down beside Cassidy, pulling her chair closer and smiling at her.
"So…"
Cassidy
smiled back and took her hand under the table, but as she leaned closer Jesse's
eyes suddenly widened, and she leaned further back.
"What?"
Jesse
lifted a hand and pointed at her head.
"Your
hair."
"Huh?"
She brought a hand up to one of the star-shapes, trying her best to turn around
to check it, "Is there anything wrong with it?"
"No…
it's perfect…"
Cassidy
gave a relieved sigh. She wasn't nearly as vain as Jesse, or at least she
didn't take it to such a level, but the thought of walking around all day with
her hair messed up still frightened her.
"Oh,
that's…" her voice trailed of as Jesse's eyes narrowed dangerously,
"Er… love?"
"It
was you." She said slowly, raising up from her chair and looking down at
her with an expression very similar to that of a very peeved Primeape (not that
Cassidy would ever say that to her).
"Run
for it, Cassie, run…" she heard Butch's voice from the other side of the
table as he looked in the opposite direction.
"Oh…
shit." Cassidy gulped as Jesse took a step closer, and she took her
opportunity to pull away from the table and raise up, getting a couple of
meters away from Jesse before all hell was loose.
"YOU
used the rest of the hairspray!"