✂ - a vivid memory
Route 102 was just outside of Petalburg City, a close spot was better than nothing. Walking with Norman’s son was rather nice, though they did not speak to each other. This was probably the only time that they would see each other, Wally was moving to Verdanturf Town and the other was a trainer who was travelling the region. It had been awhile since he last met someone around his age so getting to know Brendan… That wasn’t an idea he was against.
Wally was overwhelmed when they walked into Route 102— Several emotions rushed in him when it finally clicked. He was finally going to catch his first Pokemon, he was finally going to become a trainer, well, almost. Pokemon were said to be friends of humans, a special friendship that he dearly wanted. When had been the last time that he had been so excited over something?
Taking a few steps into the grass, Wally was cautious about everything he was doing. More than anything, he wanted this moment to be perfect. It was so suspenseful, like nothing he had never experienced! He was really going to catch his first Pokemon and become best friends with it! Making sure not to mess up, he spoke to Brendan to make sure that—!!
A Pokemon jumped out of the tall grass. He wasn’t familiar with it, but he was sure that this Pokemon was meant for him! There wasn’t a single doubt in his mind— None! The Pokemon had green hair— Just like him! It was also pretty thrilled, so it must have known, it must have been waiting for him all this time!
Fumbling to send out Norman’s Zigzagoon was a little embarrassing since Brendan was watching. A nice guy he was, for guiding him in this battle. Wally was sure to listen to the other’s advice. Somehow he did it even though there was so much energy in him. With Brendan’s guidance, he was able to catch the Pokemon!
He muttered an “I did it…” in disbelief. It was a true shock, it really was. As excited as he was, he stared blankly at the PokeBall that contained his new companion. For a moment, he thought he was going to cry, but he didn’t.
“It’s… My Pokemon! Brendan, thank you!”