cecilys-lilacs

You leaned on the counter of your parents' flower shop, talking to another annoying customer. Your parents were away for today at the grocery store, and since it was summer you were in charge. The customer that you were talking to was being picky and infuriating, but you still smiled charmingly and passed her the certain type of violets she wanted. It was something you'd learned a while ago: be nice, be calm because that way they'd buy something. You needed the money after all. The flower shop wasn't doing the best for the past few weeks, and you were anxious if your parents were going to able to keep up the shop. The customer bought the f

So there you were, sitting at your dining table with your mom beside you and Gold across from you. Not to mention you had a terrible attitude. Gold was taking it a little better, he was calm and polite, but looked like he was about to jump out of his skin. "Your name is Ethan?" Your mom was saying. "Yeah," replied Gold. "But everyone just calls me Gold because of my favourite colour and my eyes." He pointed. "Yes, they're an uncommon colour, but pretty." Your mom nodded. "Thank you, Mrs. L/n," he responded, a smile on his face. Wow, he really could be charming if he wanted to be. "I really should get going," said Gold, standing up. "It'

"You drive a motorcycle?!" You were standing in the parking lot with Gold, staring at the small gold-painted vehicle in front of you. "Sure do," he replied, fishing the keys out of his pocket. "It sure isn't sophisticated but it sure is me." He got onto it, pulling the goggles on his hat down onto his eyes and pulling his hood over his head. He looked to you. "Coming?" "Aren't you going to put on a helmet?" You exclaimed, not moving an inch. "Nope, but I have one here if you want one." He handed you the helmet. You put it on and slid onto the seat behind him. "Now put your arms around my waist so you don't fall off," he instructed. You

You were sitting on the bleachers alone near the track Gold, your best friend, ran on with the rest of the boys on the basketball team. He was running on it now, actually. You were reading, but he wanted someone to watch him "kill it" on the track and since Silver was unavailable, you were the only other candidate. Gold, Silver, and you were nearly inseparable. You became close friends when you first started high school, which was a year ago. You looked up from  to see Gold, speeding past the other boys, his face beaded with sweat. You grinned, putting your book down. You clapped your hands over your head as he passed by. "Woo hoo!" You s

You were tired as hell from your late shift and your boyfriend, Silver, whom you had been sharing an apartment with for the past few weeks, was worried. "Y/n, you have got to stop taking those freaking late shifts. It worries me to see you this tired," he exclaimed angrily. You spoke, your eyelids heavy, "You shouldn't worry. After all, you can't pay rent yourself can you?" "Oh hell yeah I could." You rolled your eyes. You both knew he couldn't, even with the battling money he earned. He was bustling around in the kitchen, making breakfast for you. It was abnormally nice of him, but you didn't mind at all. You struggled to sit up, worrie

"Great job, Yellow, I knew you guys could handle it." Red smirked, leaning on his desk. Blue huffed, crossing her arms. "That's biased and unfair. You're only favouring her because you've got a thing for her, Red." "Just like Green has a thing for you, Blue," Red retorted, looking at his second-in-command. Green gave him a glare. Yellow gave the ice statue that was moved into the room a look. "Whatever, he's not a problem anymore so that's that. At least he's not dripping on the carpet." Blue drew a small device out of her pocket. "I stole his PokeGear once a few days ago. I thought he was just a dumb kid." She scoffed, throwing the phone

Author's note: okay, this fanfiction's about the Pokemon manga characters (Green, Red, Blue and Yellow) as the leaders of Team Rocket, kind of swapped and I'm really really proud of this 😅 ---------------——— Red closed his eyes in annoyance. "Do you really think that'll help Team Rocket?" His voice was soft, and even so it was intimidating. "N-no, sir," the grunt answered. "Then that's useless for me." Red raised his hand and made a shooing gesture. "Leave my office please, and come back with useful information." "Yes, sir." The grunt left the room, closing the mechanical door behind him. "Don't you think you'r