Every chapter has a song, now, the previous ones included. :)

Oh and just so things don't get confusing this is how I'm working with the whole prospect of regions. Kalos is a place in France, Hoenn is a place in Japan, ect. The characters are mostly all bilingual - speaking both English and the native tongue of the country their region is in. For example, Bonnie is fluent in English and French. I know this isn't exactly canon but it makes sense with the... let's say "route", I have planned for the story. ;)

"Will anybody be home yet?" She asked, stood a few doorsteps below me.

"May definitely will. I don't know about the rest of my family." I fumbled for my keys in my pocket. I found them.

I slowly opened the door, to be greeted by the sound of two twenty-year-old women emotionally dancing around the living room and screaming in Korean.

"Dawn's over." I uttered to Bonnie.

She shot me a confused stare.

"You'll see." I gestured for her to follow me out of the hallway and into the living room.

Just what I expected. A coffee table adorned with seemingly hundreds bowls of different flavours of chips and dips. My sister and the hot, long-haired Sinnoh native (well, she would be hot, if she didn't do this at three in the afternoon in my living room) both in pyjamas. The usually pristine white coach buried under mountains of blankets the two of them would no doubt cuddle under later. And the worst part of it all: K-dramas.

May got into Korean dramas when she was around fourteen. I, aged nine, thought they were indeed a little silly and exaggerated but harmless.

That was however, until they took over her life. And therefore, because she doesn't want to spend money on her own house, they took over my life.

Today was Bonnie's last day in Hoenn. Tomorrow she was going to fly back to Kalos and then visit Ash and Serena in Kanto with her brother a few days later. I had grown pretty fond of her, now. I liked her humour and her quirks. Therefore, I thought a nice send off would be to invite her home for dinner. What was my closest friend's first impression of the house where I currently resided? May and her friend screaming the lyrics to the intro of a fucking Korean soap opera. Just terrific.

"Max!" May screeched, "Dawn, pause it!" 

"May," I sighed as she bounced over to me, "You remember Bonnie?" I waited for her to nod before I continued, "Can she come over for dinner and spend the night?"

"Yeah, yeah, of course!" May, who was now significantly shorter than me, smiled brightly. "Nice to see you again, blondie," She turned to Bonnie and joked, "Hope he hasn't been pestering you too much."

I muttered under my breath so that Bonnie didn't hear, "Eat shit, die."

"Mum is out shopping for groceries, she'll be back at around six," May informed me.

As she was walking back to the tv and Dawn, I mumbled the words, "What about Dad?"

She turned back around. She looked at me. Her eyes were suddenly sunken and sad. Her lips were turned down at their usually ever so perky corners. She said just one word, "Annie."

All of a sudden I felt the same way she did.

I lightly pulled on Bonnie's arm and lead her to the sofa opposite to the one May and Dawn had utterly molested with blankets and crumbs. We sat down.

Dawn threw up her arms, "Hey, Little M!" She had this thing where when I was eight, she used to call May 'Big M' and me "Little M'. Little M had stuck, Big M had long been replaced by "babes". See, I'd call them out on obviously being in a lesbian relationship but this was how heterosexual female friends also act. It had become impossible to distinguish the two. "Who's this?"

"This is Bonnie, my travelling companion," I said, sick of answering this question, by now.

Dawn roughly looked her up and down. I could practically smell Bonnie's anxiety flaring up. Then, Dawn took a chip and bit it in half. She uttered one phrase at her, "You're really pretty."

May pushed her arm, "Oh my god, that's exactly what I said!"

"Thank you," Bonnie replied, not timidly, but rather gently. Then, trying to make conversation, she said to the girls, who were now cuddling under at least three blankets, Dawn resting contently in May's arms, "So I can see you're into K-dramas! What's this one about?" And I almost wanted to hug her for being so brave although I could feel their headstrong personalities intimidating her much younger self.

"It looks so good!" Dawn gushed.

"Yeah!" May added, "It's called You Can't Draw Love on a Line Graph and it's about this nerdy school boy who falls for this adorable, bubbly girl. It looks so cute!"

"We're gonna play it now, feel free to watch it with us."

Now, I had two options. Fuck off back to my room and play video games and inevitably have Bonnie follow me because she barely knows these women or I could stay here and watch this shit with the three of them.

Had Bonnie been any other girl, I wouldn't have sat and watched a K-drama for two hours.

But she seemed at least a little interested in it, so I did what I thought would make her happy. I liked seeing her happy.

About halfway through, whilst May and Dawn were well distracted by both the tv and each other, Bonnie tapped my shoulder. "Max."

"Yeah?"

"Who's Annie?"

I bit my lip. I didn't lie, "My dad's mistress."

"Oh," She whispered, "I'm sorry."

"Hey, hey," I touched her cheek reassuringly, "We've known about her for years. Don't worry about it. Just enjoy the rest of the drama. It's fine."

Well, I wouldn't describe it as fine. I would describe it as disgusting and worthless and it making my dad a human piece of fucking shit. The fact that we all, including my poor mother, knew about it, didn't really make it any less fucking scummy.

She looked unsure but she nodded anyway, "...Okay."

We didn't speak again until Can't Draw Love on a Line Graph was over.

"That was actually super cute! I liked it." Bonnie told May and Dawn.

"I know, right?" May laughed. She then added, "I like you, Bonnie. You should join us for our girly night and Max can fuck back off to his dark cave of a room."

"Hey!" I interjected, only to be ignored by all.

"Ooh," Dawn added, "We should call up Misty and have her come around, too."

"Ooh girl, we can't do that." May raised her brows.

"Why not?" I questioned. Misty was hot as hellfire and she wasn't psycho either.

"Because," May was using her gossiping voice, now, "She's on a cruise around the European regions with her rich fiancé, Gary Oak."

Fuck. There's no competing with that guy.

"Ooh la la!"

An hour later, Mum came home. Dad did not. She brought with her five shopping bags, which Bonnie and I immediately went to the car to help her bring in.

My mother was into her early fifties. She wore her auburn, grey-streaked hair in a loose bun at the top of her head. She had friendly crinkles at the sides of her eyes.

I spoke, "Mum, this is Bonnie, the girl I was travelling with," I paused, "She'll be staying for dinner and the night if that's okay. I told May earlier."

"Well," She grinned, "I'm sure Dawn will be in May's room, as per usual, so I'm sure you'll be able to show her where the guest room is."

"Yes, Mum." I picked up the last shopping bag.

"Bonnie. That's a lovely name," She beamed, "Where are you from, sweetheart?"

"Lumiose City," Bonnie was the shortest of everyone currently in our house, "Kalos."

"Ah, Lumiose! The City of Lights. I've always wanted to go there." She started walking inside and we both followed, "You're very beautiful, miss Bonnie."

"Oh! Thank you so much, Mrs Maple." Bonnie humbly accepted the compliment. Everybody seemed to be complementing her on her appearance wherever we went. She certainly wasn't ugly but I felt as if it was just the novelty of how foreign she was. Especially so in the rural areas where the only tourists are the odd traveller, a bubbly Kalosian girl is probably a novelty. Not really to me though, I've been to Kalos, before. I went when I was around twelve to study some French and train. I wasn't so good at either, however.

"Please, call me Caroline!" What the fuck? She never let Vivi call her that.

May and Dawn were forced to clean up their mess which basically consisted of the pair of them vaccuming the sofa and just folding the blankets into a pile until after dinner. Bonnie and I helped Mum cook. Although May protested, "Mother, please! Feed me pasta or else I will die!"

She was met with, "Then either move out or die quietly." And we began to prepare some chicken noodle stir fry. I didn't feel like talking to anybody much whilst this was occurring. However, my mother and Bonnie chatted away as if they had known eachother for years. It mainly consisted of my mother asking what macaroons taste like in Lumiose City and what starter pokémon she picked (spoiler alert: she picked fennekin but used a dedenne she had known since childhood most) or if that "silver fox" Sycamore was still there.

I left them to it when the food was nearly cooked and went to set up the table. I folded the red napkins into neat triangles and placed one on every plate. I set up a place for my dad, despite knowing he wouldn't be there. I gave all of us a pair of chopsticks each but then hesitated when I got to Bonnie's place. "Bonnie," I shouted over to her, our living room, kitchen and dining table were all open planned and in the same room, "Come here a second."

"Be back in a minute!" I heard her perkily say to my mother, "Yeah?" She asked me.

I whispered, "Can you eat with chopsticks." I added, "We have knives and forks, of course, it's totally okay if you can't."

"Hm," She bit her lip, "I can."

"Are you sure?" I said. I smirked, "Or are you just saying that because you want to seem dainty and polite in front of my mum?"

She snatched the chopsticks out of my hand and slammed them down the table, "Try me, bitch." She then toddled back away to the kitchen.

She wasn't lying. She could eat with chopsticks. Very well, actually. She also knew not to speak until she had finished eating. Afterwards, she thanked my mother for the meal offered to wash all the dishes. My mother then went outside to go read a book in the garden and enjoy the summer night.

I went up to Bonnie at the sink to go annoy her a bit, "Ooh, Bonnie," I did my best American valley girl accent, "You're like so totally like cultured, oh my god!"

"It's called being polite." She splashed me with some of the water, "Move, I can't reach the soap." She barged me out of the way. I laughed. We then came out with a system where she washed the plates and I dried them. We were finished in no time. We were leant against the kitchen counters. "Max." She said.

"What?" I replied.

"Gimme your hand a sec."

"Why?" I furrowed my brows at her.

"Just do it." I obeyed and held out my left hand.

"Just like I thought." She was tracing the lines of my palms.

"The fuck?" I pretended to find it weird and gross and not increadibly soothing and nice.

"I noticed when you were cutting those vegetables," She began, "And when you were using the chopsticks." She dropped my hand and started doing it to the other.

"Noticed what, that you're a fucking weeaboo?"

She pursed her lip at me playfully but then changed her expression back to one of sweetness and comfort, "No," She said, "I noticed that you have really nice hands."

"What?" Was the only sound that could come out of my mouth.

She let go. I missed her already. "It's a thing, okay? Jeez. You just have really pretty hands. Just accept the compliment and go, thanks."

I chuckled, "You're a weirdo."

"Soft hands." She laughed. "Must use a lot of lotion, huh?"

I pretended to smack her but I really just hit her pigtail slightly. We giggled together like eight year olds.

After a few moments of silence, I sighed. "You know, Bonnie, I'm gonna miss you a lot."