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likealarkproblem solving, i.e. EVEN MORE KIDFIC
Pokemon, Ethan/Lyra, wherever we are, together we'll be
"Lyra? Ethan's here to see you," Her mother said to the closed bedroom door. After a few minutes, the door opened a crack, and a bit of twintail peeked out from around the door.
"Are you all right?" Ethan asked, stepping into the room. Lyra had obviously been crying, her posture slumped as she quietly closed the door behind him. She stared fixedly down at the doorknob, and then shook her head.
They sat down in the middle of the carpet, their arms around each other. The room was growing dark as the sun set. "You're leaving tomorrow, right?" he asked. Lyra nodded against his shoulder. "How long are you going to be there?"
"One week," she replied softly. "B-but he's staying there."
"But you'll see him again, right?"
"I can talk to him through the video phone," she said, a hollow repetition of what her mother had told her.
"Is he going to be there forever?"
"I don't know," she whispered. "I hate Unova. I don't want to go."
Ethan hugged her more tightly. Then an idea occured to him. "You know, I've always wanted to go to Unova," he said thoughtfully.
--
"Lyra, we're going to be late," her mother called from downstairs.
"Coming!" Lyra shouted back. "Are you sure this is going to work?" she asked Ethan, more quietly.
"Yeah, definitely! Hand me your hat." Lyra did. "How do I look?"
Lyra stared at him. "I don't think this is going to work," she said at last.
"Lyra!" her mother shouted again.
"Go hide," he said. "See you in a week!" Lyra went to hide under her bed while Ethan walked out. "I'm ready, mom," she heard him call as he ran down the stairs.
There was a moment of silence before she heard, "Ethan?!" and "What did you do to our daughter?!"
By the time they had finished yelling at Ethan and gotten him back into his own clothing, they were already too late for their flight. "I'll schedule our flight for tomorrow," Lyra's mother told her husband, kissing him tiredly on the cheek. "Now off with you, young man! Lyra, we're going to have to talk about this later."
Ethan looked worriedly at Lyra's downturned gaze and trembling lower lip before her mother shut the front door firmly in his face.
--
"Let me in!" Ethan hissed, tapping on the window. Lyra slid the window up and allowed him to hop into her bedroom.
"I had another idea," Ethan said, and Lyra's eyes brightened somewhat reluctantly. "I'll go with you!"
"But how? You don't have a ticket," she said. "I don't want you to get in trouble again."
"I have a plan," he assured her. "Are you already packed for tomorrow?"
"Not really," she admitted.
"Awesome." Ethan gave her an excited hug. "Unova, here we come!"
--
Lyra's luggage was loaded into the car last. Her father picked it up—Lyra held her breath—and unceremoniously heaved it into the trunk. It fell with a loud bump and a muffled "Ow!"
Lyra's father froze, then slowly turned to look at Lyra. Lyra tried to look innocent.
Her father unzipped her suitcase. "Ethan!"
"I'm Lyra's luggage!" Ethan protested. "You said she could bring whatever she wanted!"
They missed that flight, too.
--
"Lyra," her mother asked her tiredly, "Do you want Ethan to come with us to Unova?"
After a moment of hesitation, Lyra nodded furiously.
Her parents looked at each other, and then sighed. "I'll call Ethan's parents to ask if he can come," her mother said. Ethan and Lyra both brightened immediately.
"Really? He can come?" Lyra asked.
"I don't think we're going to be able to leave without him," her father said. "You two would make sure of that, wouldn't you?"
Lyra blushed. Ethan retorted, "Lyra's my best friend! We're always going to be together, no matter what."
--
Lyra held onto Ethan's hand almost the entire duration of the flight. Ethan grinned, and didn't say a thing.
Pokemon, Ethan/Lyra, wherever we are, together we'll be
"Lyra? Ethan's here to see you," Her mother said to the closed bedroom door. After a few minutes, the door opened a crack, and a bit of twintail peeked out from around the door.
"Are you all right?" Ethan asked, stepping into the room. Lyra had obviously been crying, her posture slumped as she quietly closed the door behind him. She stared fixedly down at the doorknob, and then shook her head.
They sat down in the middle of the carpet, their arms around each other. The room was growing dark as the sun set. "You're leaving tomorrow, right?" he asked. Lyra nodded against his shoulder. "How long are you going to be there?"
"One week," she replied softly. "B-but he's staying there."
"But you'll see him again, right?"
"I can talk to him through the video phone," she said, a hollow repetition of what her mother had told her.
"Is he going to be there forever?"
"I don't know," she whispered. "I hate Unova. I don't want to go."
Ethan hugged her more tightly. Then an idea occured to him. "You know, I've always wanted to go to Unova," he said thoughtfully.
--
"Lyra, we're going to be late," her mother called from downstairs.
"Coming!" Lyra shouted back. "Are you sure this is going to work?" she asked Ethan, more quietly.
"Yeah, definitely! Hand me your hat." Lyra did. "How do I look?"
Lyra stared at him. "I don't think this is going to work," she said at last.
"Lyra!" her mother shouted again.
"Go hide," he said. "See you in a week!" Lyra went to hide under her bed while Ethan walked out. "I'm ready, mom," she heard him call as he ran down the stairs.
There was a moment of silence before she heard, "Ethan?!" and "What did you do to our daughter?!"
By the time they had finished yelling at Ethan and gotten him back into his own clothing, they were already too late for their flight. "I'll schedule our flight for tomorrow," Lyra's mother told her husband, kissing him tiredly on the cheek. "Now off with you, young man! Lyra, we're going to have to talk about this later."
Ethan looked worriedly at Lyra's downturned gaze and trembling lower lip before her mother shut the front door firmly in his face.
--
"Let me in!" Ethan hissed, tapping on the window. Lyra slid the window up and allowed him to hop into her bedroom.
"I had another idea," Ethan said, and Lyra's eyes brightened somewhat reluctantly. "I'll go with you!"
"But how? You don't have a ticket," she said. "I don't want you to get in trouble again."
"I have a plan," he assured her. "Are you already packed for tomorrow?"
"Not really," she admitted.
"Awesome." Ethan gave her an excited hug. "Unova, here we come!"
--
Lyra's luggage was loaded into the car last. Her father picked it up—Lyra held her breath—and unceremoniously heaved it into the trunk. It fell with a loud bump and a muffled "Ow!"
Lyra's father froze, then slowly turned to look at Lyra. Lyra tried to look innocent.
Her father unzipped her suitcase. "Ethan!"
"I'm Lyra's luggage!" Ethan protested. "You said she could bring whatever she wanted!"
They missed that flight, too.
--
"Lyra," her mother asked her tiredly, "Do you want Ethan to come with us to Unova?"
After a moment of hesitation, Lyra nodded furiously.
Her parents looked at each other, and then sighed. "I'll call Ethan's parents to ask if he can come," her mother said. Ethan and Lyra both brightened immediately.
"Really? He can come?" Lyra asked.
"I don't think we're going to be able to leave without him," her father said. "You two would make sure of that, wouldn't you?"
Lyra blushed. Ethan retorted, "Lyra's my best friend! We're always going to be together, no matter what."
--
Lyra held onto Ethan's hand almost the entire duration of the flight. Ethan grinned, and didn't say a thing.
