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"Do you think we have the same father? I mean, we are both dysfunctional. Maybe it is genetic.” Got out of the History specialist, one day. The question caused her friend to choke on his orange juice.
Their fathers went, some day, to buy milk. Same excuse.
It seems like they could not find the right brand.
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Observed the ceramic object, shaped as a waterfall. At the edge, a cone emitted a smoke that diligently followed the engraved path. Sweet smell of lavender buried in her nostrils. That was peace. Or became to be, when the young woman decided to add a thirty minute time for herself every afternoon. The chaotic routine can be a torment, therefore, being able to breathe and enjoy her thoughts was such a life changer.
The moment was not called meditation, since the practice is just a way to make her stop being buried in work, developed after endless weeks of applying and developing exams and classes. Teachers have no break, no moment to eat, not even a proper compensation for dealing with teenagers every day.
“Dawn!” Grunted to the loud tenor, disturbed. Personal space is something you can afford or not when you share a house with someone, depending on yourself and the other person. She and her housemate have a fine agreement when it comes to privateness, most of the time.
Friendship, nevertheless, allows people to forget the basics. Walking around places only wearing underwear, as an example valid for both sides.
Ignored the call, hoping it would have an effect.
“Deedee!” It stretched her ears. Not that voice, the terrible nickname her mother was sure to share with Ash at her last visit. Damn, goodbye peaceful moment. In an eye roll, raised her arms, stretching her sore joints from all the books and papers she was forced to bring to the maze people insisted on calling a school.
Slippers on, abandoned the room.
“Deeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeedeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!” Echoed right from their bathroom door. The place they live in has such troublesome acoustics.
“I’m fucking here, damn bastard!” Informed in the same tone, while knocking the door with both hands. “What on earth do you want?”
In a creek, the entrance revealed a razor blade, in possession of a figure that had a yellow towel covering the waist. There was a layer of steam, indicating the man was taking a bath.
“Hey, you bear.” Mocked, pointing out traces of hairs surrounding the forearms. “Ew, gross.” Took the sharp item as a usual activity, after bending down, producing a sound close to a spew, receiving a laugh. The body had places, mostly on the back, that a person could not reach by themself. Plus, it was not bad to press the object a little too harsh, in order to make Ketchum suffer for a while.
“I hate these things so much. Like, why am I such a shaggy creature?”
A symphony of onomatopoeic discomfort aroused.
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“This is yours.”
The woman made no gesture to remove the paper from her face, in a sign.
“Are you sure?”
“I have no idea what happened in the Kalos’ War, so I guess it’s yours.”
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"I think… like… I seek for the present, you are in the past." Stated the man, letting a mocking tone appear.
"Say that again and I will use this fork to test your vocal chords."
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“I got called by Clavell.” It did not call the attention out of her book. “Like, a serious call.” First of all, it has been two years since they were admitted as teachers in that school. Both never had a single problem with any student or worker before. The principal was too friendly, expressing how unproblematic they were.
Dawn left her perch, the kitchen granite countertop.
“Why?”
“Roy, the new student. Apparently, his father is not taking his recent grades too well.”
One of the blue eyes twitched in impatience. That child was a sunray, too bright, astute and energetic. However, she had encountered the man before, just to get the worst impression ever.
“That asshole.” The parent meeting she held responsibility in guiding became a chaos, thanks to the excess of questions and demand for perfection from that person. “I swear, he thinks so high of himself, all thanks to a doctorate degree.”
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Reached the steering wheel, without a gesture to actually activate the car’s ignition. Blue globes glued to the rearview mirror, observed her friend approaching slowly.
Dawn’s fingers opened the front passenger’s door in a rush, foot hitting the floor in impatience.
“So?” Provoked, while stating a dumbfounded expression.
“He was cute.” The only thing he could say, holding an expression that could only be removed with a good spanking.
“Are you serious? That man broke your perfect zero warning history.”
“He can break me, I don’t care.” Ash received a strong punch in the arm.
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“Girl, come here, let’s fix this crap.”
Hissed to the black haired's tone, who was armed with a hairbrush. Eleven at night was a terrible hour to be alive, in general. She observed that, soon, another day will come with its infinite demands. As if it was not enough, Dawn received a not too exciting message of her date.
Covered herself with a blanket, laying down on the sofa, choosing to ignore crumples that started to appear in her party clothes.
Such atypical behavior.
“My heart can’t be fixed with such vain attempts.” Expressed, without even bothering to remove her cover. “I feel like I will die.” The teacher did not. Her pride, however, got down in some points.
Ash, aware of her drama queen habits, sat down next to her, engaging in a one side hug.
As a twenty year old living being, his friend often takes content in showing perfection in any trace of her body. Aging comes with a bunch of doubts, nevertheless, there is nothing like a good skincare and hair routine to renew the spirits.
That is kind of futile.
It was july. At Paldea, even the nights are tortuously uncomfortable, impelling the woman to show herself again, by disengaging her burrito state.
"She is straight, love. You knew well where you tied your horse.” They had discussed that before, a thousand times, changing positions every time. Dropping the hairbrush on the couch, Ketchum offered a corner smile.
"I'm the straight cure, Ash.” Came in a mocking. “But she was a ugly one. Like, wow. She had a good body, but nothing more. Like a shrimp.” Provoked laughter with the inside joke.
“You got rejected by an ugly and straight, dear. My deepest condolences.”
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The Victorian facade of Uva Academy, along soundsteps, chaos of cars and chirps of younglings greeted the teachers.
Both got out of the black Nissan Sentra after parking in one of the worker’ spot. The blue eyed, taking the key off the ignition, stared at Ash, receiving a mirrored tired expression. They are not even paid the right amount for such stress.
“I want to be a turtle.” Affirmed, blandly. Dawn and he spent the night sharing their small dining table, in order for their exam’s mess to fit on it, switching turns to make coffee, while gossiping about their students. There were nice parts, but it is not good to sleep three hours per twenty four.
“They live long.” Stated her friend, opening the right backdoor to take a bag and a pile of paper, mimicked by the exhausted woman.
“Then I want to be an old lady’s chihuahua. A rich one.” Oh to be a four legged animal, surrounded by clothes and jewels, dreamed, while carrying her own objects.
He seemed ready to spit a joke, however, a tiny, running figure called their attention.
“Hola, Miss Berlitz, Mister Ketchum.” Respectfully, a blue eyed teenager bowed to them as soon as she came closer, black strands following the head’s movement.
“Hi!” Who was that one again? He had no idea.
“Good morning. Is there something you want?” A bit more polite than the man, Dawn smiled at her. There is no single time the tortuous morning activity of climbing a bunch of stairs is done without a cute young human deciding to have a time with one of them, or the two at the same time.
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“Hey, this is still my second cup!” Brown eyed stated, as soon as observing his friend’s fingers reach the bottle.
“Your loss, this beer is mine now.”
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“Good to see you alive.” Arms crossed, saluted. “You damn bitch. Why did you abandon me this way?” Asked, simulating an irritated voice. It was, however, impossible for him to not show a smile, examining the waisted state of Dawn.
The night was good for her, who only decided to show up at nine in the morning. Nothing out of the ordinary, considering their traditional escapades from real life at every opportunity. That time, their choice was another nightclub, resulting in his friend getting together with a green eyed woman.
While shrugging, her head found a perch in Ketchum’s shoulder.
“I am glad to be alive. And don’t be so dramatic, I told you I was going somewhere with that beauty.” It took forever for the standards of a person who is collecting clothes after the first orgasm, ready to reach home and spit all the night’s details.
In a smile, Ash’s fingers took her left hand, examining it.
“I thought you were coming back with an engagement ring.” Despite the laughter, his curiosity could not be contained anymore. “How many times?”
“Do you really want to know?”
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"Where are you going, human?"
"Chloe invited me to dinner."
He had no idea at all who exactly that Chloe woman was, aside from a picture and a few comments about how good she was in bed. However, Ash let it slide.
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“He is looking at you.” Came as soon as they got out of the car.
“Who?”
“Roy’s goddammit piece of shit of a dad.”
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The door opened, without a single knocking. Removing the reading glasses from the bridge of his nose, dislocated his attention from the laptop, showing a geopolitics article, to the invader, who carried a yellow device.
“Why are you on tinder?”
“How do you know I am on tinder?”
“I just took your phone for a call, idiot.”
“Just get a fucking phone and stop taking mine.”
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He knows that person.
That was all he could state, while observing the profile pictures.
Ash is a menace. Therefore, he swiped right without a question.
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"I may have a crush."
"May?"
"I have a crush."
"Nice to hear you have a crush, Ash." The blue eyed stated, in mockery. "I could barely identify." He is fucking obvious.
There is no thing as romance in gay dating apps. Only dicks.
However, Dawn is a supportive sister.
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Enjoyed the sweet warmth of a good cappuccino. It surely felt like a reward, to give a break from carrying tons of paper bags, full of books and clothes his friend obviously cannot afford or buy.
Observed the blue eyed woman, munching a ham sandwich she could easily get at home.
“Plans for the weekend?” Tried to start a conversation, as soon as the other’s teeth finished the activity.
“Sleep. I’m really tired.” Affirmed in a bland tone, proliferant eyebags.
It was, surely, a remarkably appalling week. But that will not suck his spirit away.
“Come on, Dawn! Today is a holiday and Saturday is just around the corner. We can get plenty of rest while partying. ”
“Mister Ketchum, Miss Berlitz!”
Those names. Oh.
There is a reason why Ash and Dawn are always searching for places to go. As teenager’s teachers, they often get a lot of greetings in the most uncommon spaces, from supermarkets to a simple walk on the streets.
They never go twice a month at the same place. However, it did not retained them from getting into boring conversations with their parents.
That time, however, brown and blue shared a desperate stare.
Roy, the green eyed beauty with diligent fingers and Roy’s father, the tinder guy.
“This is my aunt and my dad, Chloe and Goh! Auntie, Dad, these are my favorite teachers!"
God is able to bless children and idiots.
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They discussed it later, of course. As good friends-siblings would.