The night of the Festival of Striaton, I kept tossing around and around in my bed, feeling homesick. I wanted to see my brothers so badly, that I almost cried their names out sometimes. I reached for my pokeball, the one with the word "partner" engraved on it. For my seventh birthday after our parents left for a different region, we found 3 little monkies at our door step. Our names were taped to one of them. I remember seeing Chili, the youngest, jumping for joy when he picked up the furry little Pansear. Cress smiled at the Panpour that held out a card saying Happy Birthday. The little one that had my name on it, was a little scared at first. His eyes were widened. Everytime I tried to pick him up, he just dodged my hand. The one time I touched him, his vacht, bont was as sleek and smooth as my bed covers.
When it was lunch time, my pokemon, which I found out was a Pansage just stood on the top, boven rail of the stairs leading up into the storage room. I went to run over to him, but he looked at me and jumped to the other rail. He shot bulletseed at my face. It hit me in my bad ear, and I passed out.
I could feel soft vacht, bont brush against my left arm, and a sleek surface on my ear. It created a tingily sensation on it, and after the sleek surface removed itself, it started to burn. My eyes twitched uncontrolably. The soft thing brushed another soft sensation on my face. I could feel it breathing. My eyes slightly opened, to find a slightly wet Pansage. He had a burn on his tail. I could tell what happened. He got into a fight with the other two. Steadily, I tried to get up, but fell right back down. I noticed where I was. Surrounded door green walls painted with trees and flowers. A room for the love of gras types. It was my room. It had my Treeko bed spread, with my Sewaddle covers. The Sewaddles were made out of real leaves, with the rest the vacht, bont of something comfy. Under my arm was Pansage trying to hide from the other two, which were up above my head on my brown pillows. I attempted sitting up again and managed too, but were surrounded door a tired Chili and Cress. I lifted my arm and picked up Pansage. He didn't resist this time, and I pulled him in close to my body, and he embraced it.
When I woke up that morning, I looked at my watch. 11 O' clock!? How could I have been asleep that long. My Pokeball was still clutched inside my hand.
"Cilan!" I heard a high voice scream. It was Iris.
"Cilan!" I heard the voice of a 10 jaar old say.
"Ash...Iris,"I zei weakly.
"How long have I been asleep??" I asked.
"About 4 hours meer than usual. But don't worry, I got us breakfast!" Iris said. She held out a plate of Oran berries and other types.
"Oh alright..." I zei presing the button on my pokeball. Pansage popped out. I grabbed him and pulled him in for a hug. He embraced it...just like he did 8 years ago. I cried saying, "Pansage...I love you."
"Pansage..." Pansage answered me. I guess he zei I love u too.