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_ DISCLAIMER: All characters and properties are copyright their respective owners. All writing and original characters are copyright 2010 Zephyr Paws. The author is in no way associated or affiliated with any third-party. This original fiction was created with no intention of any copyright infringement against any third-party, and is purely for fan enjoyment. _

-~ Chapter 2: Introducing Friendship ~-

Morning came and I was gently awoken by my new Trainer, Jack, who lightly shook me and rubbed my forehead until I gained consciousness. I was actually surprised that I didn't react right away like I would usually if something were touching me during my sleep, but I guess I hadn't had the best of luck with that anyway.

After leading me out of the Pokemon Center's bedroom, he took me into the lounge I was in the night before, except this time there were a few more Trainers and Pokemon there. The Pokemon were off in one area eating food from a bowl while the Trainers were eating and mingling at some of the tables set up in the room.

Jack called Scotch over, who had already been awake for awhile, and instructed him to take me over to the food and to keep an eye on me while he grabbed some food for himself.

"I'll be right over there, Brandy, don't worry," said Jack, smiling and waving as he headed off to the buffet table.

I watched him leave, blinking and still not exactly sure of what to think of him. He seemed eerily nice. I couldn't help but wonder why he was that way when it seemed like everyone else in the world was far from it...

"Ah, so Brandy, let's get some food, okay?" asked Scotch, bringing my attention back towards the fiery lizard who was signaling me to follow him.

I went ahead and followed the Charmeleon as he led me over to a dispenser where Pokemon could fill up food bowls with some pellet-like things. There were also a few stray Poffins on a little table, but Pokemon seemed to be grabbing them at a pretty rapid rate.

"You might want to grab a Poffin before they're gone," said Scotch, pointing right towards one of the four Poffins remaining. In fact, just in that short amount of time, the count depleted down to three.

Nervously, I reached for a Poffin, worried that some angry Pokemon would yell at me for doing so. But, to my amazement, I grabbed it without conflict. Not knowing the etiquette or procedures at a Pokemon Center, I took a bite of the Poffin right there.

"Ah, hey, you might want to take that and a bowl of Pokechow with you! We can eat over there." Scotch pointed over at a little nook where a few other small Pokemon were eating from a bowl. "Haven't you been to a Pokemon Center before?"

I took an empty bowl and took it over to one of the Pokechow dispensers, but couldn't exactly figure out how to fill the bowl up. I placed my bowl under it, tried pulling on it, tapped it... no matter what I did, it didn't make a bit of difference.

"I'll take that as a no." The Charmeleon pulled on a lever right beside the Pokechow dispenser and pulled it until the bowl filled up with the brown pellets. "You just pull this thing until your bowl's full." He reached down and grabbed it for me. "Here, I've got a spot over there, so I'll take this for you, okay?"

"O-okay..."

I followed the Charmeleon over to the other Pokemon and over to a little miniature picnic table set up for Pokemon that could stand on two legs. He set the dish down next to his and offered for me to join him there.

"Have a seat, Brandy."

The wooden seat was certainly rather interesting. Having that table in front of me was something I was far from used to, as I was used to just eating food off from the ground. It was kind of nice, though. I decided to take a few bites of the Pokechow to see how it tasted.

"What do ya think of it?" asked Scotch, looking over at me with a look of curiosity and anticipation in his eyes.

"It's... um, it's okay..." Truth be told, it certainly couldn't compare to some of the berries I've had out in the wild. It didn't really taste all that great, but it was at least food, and boy did I want to eat some food.

"Yeah, my thoughts exactly. Ah, you see, I sometimes crumble up a Poffin in it to make it taste a little better." He took my Poffin and crushed it in his hands, then sprinkled the bits of the crushed Poffin over the Pokechow.

"Hey, that's a good idea, mate!" said the Monferno that was sitting on the other side of the table. He was quite a bit shorter than either of us were. "I usually just give 'er a nice Ember to cook it up a bit, yep, then stir and I have a warm Pokechow soup!"

Scotch nodded and smiled. "Ah, yeah, I've done that before and I find that the Poffin makes it a bit sweeter. Or spicier if you add a spicy one."

The Monferno nodded as well, giving a grin afterwards. "Spicy Pokechow? I think that adding a bit of tang to it is just what it needs, mate!"

The two babbled on for the next several minutes as I ate up the Poffin-flavored Pokechow. It was really fascinating listening to the two Pokemon debate Pokechow and Poffins so much, but both seemed to be entertained by the discussion.

"Come on, Bourbon, it's time to go!" said a Trainer who had approached the table, signaling the Monferno. With that, the Monferno hopped off of the picnic table, waved goodbye, and was then returned to his Poke Ball.

"He seemed pretty cool," said Scotch, looking towards me and smiling. "I tell ya, you can meet a lot of really interesting characters in Pokemon Centers."

I nodded in agreement, finding the Monferno rather interesting myself - or at least the conversation he and Scotch had. I looked back at Jack to see him sitting at a table all alone. "Um, w-why is Jack all alone?" I asked.

Scotch turned and looked towards Jack's lonely table, then nodded. "Ah, well, you see, he's just kind of shy, that's all. See those two ladies over there on that other table?"

I looked and saw that there was another table with two human girls talking and seeming to have a good time. "Y-yes."

"He's thinking of what he wants to say to them if he goes up to them. He has a pretty big shyness around girls and women."

That was rather interesting. He seemed perfectly confident and like himself around me, although that might have just been because I'm a Pokemon. "W-why?" I asked hesitantly, not wanting to sound too curious.

"Oh, for a lot of reasons. Mainly because he respects them and doesn't want to offend them. But also because the two times he's tried to open up to them, they just shot him down."

It sounded like there was a lot I really didn't even have a clue about Jack and Scotch. They seemed to be really good friends, which I guess was something that I also didn't have a clue about what it was like to have a good friend.

After all, I never really considered Gin to be my 'friend.' I loved him... but it was more just a love thing. Seeing how Jack and Scotch were was really interesting. Listening to them talk to each other the other night was another interesting observation of what it would be like to have a real friend.

My train of thought was broken as I saw the two ladies sitting down at a table near Jack get up and leave, exiting to the main room of the Pokemon Center and leaving Jack sitting there alone, shaking his head and drooping a bit.

"Oh well, there's always next time, Jack," said Scotch, shaking his head a bit. He walked over to his Trainer.

I decided I'd better do the same, since he was now my Trainer, too. Plus I didn't want to be alone with the several Pokemon over eating around the picnic tables, because I didn't know them and I at least knew Jack and Scotch.

"Oh, hey guys," said Jack as he got up from the table and shot a smile towards us. "I just finished up." He looked right at me and pet me on my ear. "Brandy, I'd like to help you practice for something, sound good?"

I wasn't exactly sure what it was that he'd like for me to practice, though if I had to take a guess, it was what he was talking about the other night - contests.

Of course I didn't really know what a contest was, so I had no idea what to expect. I just gave Jack a nod in response to his question. After all, what did I have to lose, right? It didn't sound like he wanted me to battle, which was good.

"Alright, let's go outside."

***

Jack led the two of us outside of the Pokemon Center and into a little field just a bit away. The Pokemon Center was still in sight behind us. It was a really nice day out, I'd like to add.

"Okay, I want to try enter you in the contest in Solaceon Town next week, Brandy. I think you'll be able to do great in it, but we need to practice." He looked at me and cocked his head a bit. "But first I need to know what kind of attacks do you know... hmmm... and how to make them work together with your appearance."

I wasn't really sure what sort of attacks I could use, to be honest, as I'd never tried to use any. Sure, I knew that Pokemon were capable of using a variety of attacks, but that didn't mean I ever had experience in using them myself.

"Alright! I think all Clefables can learn Sing and Minimize. Can you use these moves, Brandy?"

I shook my head, doubting heavily that I could use them.

"Oh, come on, I'm sure you can if you try hard enough! You're a Pokemon, Brandy, I'm sure you've got it in you!" He took a confident pose and clenched one of his fists, though not looking like he was going to punch me or anything with it. "Start by singing! That's how you use Sing, after all."

It was kind of weird that I didn't know how to use Sing, but he didn't make it sound too difficult. I was fairly sure I could at least try singing if that's all there was to it. That didn't sound too hard.

Taking a step forward, I started singing, not necessarily sure what it was that I was singing about, but I wanted to do my best anyway. It actually felt a lot more natural than I thought it would and I should have tried singing sooner.

Before long, I was really getting into it, singing my heart out and even raising one of my hands up towards the sky, projecting my voice into the air.

When I finished, I felt a little proud of myself. I turned around to face Jack and Scotch to see what they thought, but it looked like they'd fallen asleep! Was I really that bad? I felt increasingly disappointed in myself.

Figuring I should wake them up, I walked over to Jack and shook him a bit. Sure, I could have used that opportunity to escape, but it wasn't like I really had anywhere I was running to anyway and Jack and Scotch at least seemed to be quite nice and interesting.

"Uhhnnn... ye-ahhh... you can use Sing..." said Jack in a very tired way, managing to get up on his knees, though looking quite sleepy still. "Come on, get up, Scotch."

"Just three more minutes, Jack... mmmm..."

"Let's work on... some of your..." Mid-speech, Jack broke out into a large yawn, stretching out and everything. "Whoops! Let's work on some of your other attacks, sound good, Brandy?"

I nodded my head in approval and decided that perhaps staying with Jack and Scotch was the right thing to do. Yes, sure, I was a Trainer's Pokemon, but at the same time, he didn't seem at all like Tom did. Jack seemed kind and understanding, like an ideal male should be. He seemed like he wanted to work together with me and treat me like a friend.

Perhaps it was that hope of friendship and fulfillment that kept me around. Or perhaps it was something more than that, something about Jack that I found particularly intriguing. Though whatever it was, I couldn't quite put my finger on it...

***

We spent the remainder of the afternoon training. Jack taught me how to use a variety of attacks, including Pound, Doubleslap, Minimize, and he even used a little machine thing to help teach me Ice Beam.

It was surprisingly fun learning to use all of those attacks. They were things that I never knew I could do before. Perhaps had I known I could use so many attacks, I could have fought to defend myself more. That would have come in handy...

But it wasn't the time or place to dwell on what I could have done. Instead it was something that I'd learn to protect myself in the future, in case any Pokemon or human tried attacking me again. I'd be able to defend myself now that I knew some attacks.

As night fell, Jack brought Scotch and I back to the Pokemon Center. He put us in our Poke Balls and handed us over to Nurse Joy, who healed us up to our full potential. The feeling of being healed was really enjoyable and it refreshed me completely, which was good, because I wore myself down quite a bit learning all of those attacks.

Time seemed to skip a bit while in the Poke Ball, but the next thing I knew I was withdrawn from my Poke Ball inside of the faintly lit bedroom I slept in just the other night. Jack was lying down on the lower bunk of the bed right across from the one he withdrew me onto.

It was basically just like the other night, except he was looking at me and seemed hesitant to say anything.

Finally, he spoke up. "Brandy, it's just the two of us here. I just want to be able to talk and for you to get to know me, and hopefully for me to get to know you, too." He sighed. "I'll let Scotch out after we've had a chance to talk."

That confused me. Why didn't he have Scotch out as well? I thought the two of them were really good friends and they seemed really good at talking to each other like they did the other night. Why was he doing that?

"I don't usually catch Pokemon... I was really happy just having Scotch as my buddy." He sighed a bit. "I gave up being a Trainer a few months back and have been trying to become a Pokemon Coordinator instead. I've entered Scotch in a few contests, but he's never made it past the first round in any of them... so it's just kind of discouraging."

I wasn't exactly sure what a Coordinator was - I only knew of Trainers. But whatever it was, it sounded like it was something rather important to him and it sounded like it was something that Scotch wasn't quite able to handle. That was rather odd, because he seemed so happy anyway and it didn't seem like Jack could have been disappointed in him at all.

"I then decided I wanted to try catch another Pokemon... you know, to see if I could do any better. It was either that or give up being a Coordinator as well as a Trainer. I figured I'd see what I could find, otherwise, if I couldn't find anything, I'd try enter Scotch in one final contest."

So I guess I was that Pokemon that Jack found. It looked like he really wanted me to be the Pokemon that Scotch wasn't. He wanted me to be a contest Pokemon.

"That's when I ran into you. I was so excited to have caught a Clefable, because they're pretty rare and hard to catch." He looked at me and blinked, looking still a bit nervous about something. "But I want to be able to treat you right, too, Brandy, so that's why I want to get to know you and for you to get to know me."

I knew he couldn't understand me, though, so what was the point in trying? What was the point of him asking to get to know me? It wasn't like it could ever happen. Besides, where would I begin? He had no clue of all of the pain I had to go through. To him, I was just some rare and hard to catch Pokemon that he got lucky catching. Wanting to treat me right or not, he still could never have any idea of all of my pain.

"You know, Scotch and I talk all of the time. I don't really understand what he's saying, but it's nice just hearing him talk. I'd like to hear what you have to say, Brandy, because I want us to know each other better. I want you to know that you're important to me, too."

I still didn't see what the point was, but how he seemed to be able to pick up on my thoughts was rather interesting to say the very least. Why not... I hadn't really talked to anyone since Gin, and all he did was just belittle me and want to talk about himself, instead. Maybe being able to talk to Jack would be good... or maybe he'd just cut me off...

"Um, w-well... I- I-..." I wasn't sure where to begin, but it looked like Jack was looking at me with interest. "I j-just... I want to go h-home..."

Rather than replying, Jack just turned his head and continued looking at me, as if waiting for me to say more. He blinked a few times and still looked rather interested in what I had to say.

Not wanting to disappoint him, I decided I'd try say some more things... "Um... I- I m-miss daddy... he was a really nice Graveler." I sighed as I remembered what came after that in my story... "You're not going to h-hurt me, are you...?"

Jack still just looked at me intently, staying silent and oblivious to everything I was saying, but still seeming rather eager to hear me speak nonetheless. "Go on," he said, interrupting for just half a second.

"S-sorry. I j-just..." I sighed again, finding it difficult to talk about, but also realizing that he couldn't really judge me or feel sorry for me since he couldn't understand what I was talking about. "I had b-bad experiences with males... Tom and W- Whiskey... they raped me... abused me... I r-ran... I t-thought G- Gin... I thought he loved m-me... I t-t-thou... ght..."

Perhaps talking was a mistake. I quickly found myself bursting into tears as I reflected upon everything bad that happened to me in my life. All of the pain and heartbreak that I'd been put through wasn't fair and wasn't right. All I wanted was to go home, and when that wasn't an option, I couldn't even get the one thing that I wanted instead: love. Instead I was just lied to and manipulated...

"Brandy!" exclaimed Jack, getting out of his bed and walking over to me, pulling me in for a hug and holding me close, rubbing my back with his gentle hands and comforting me as if he knew exactly what I had said... even though I knew he didn't. "It's okay, whatever it is, I'm here for you. I'll take care of you, don't worry."

Him holding me and comforting me meant so much. It made me feel much better, especially because I felt the sincerity behind it. He didn't even know me... he didn't even hear what I said to him... but he cared. He cared enough to spring out of his bed and comfort me when I was crying. He cared enough to let me talk, to let me vent, to let me cry...

If ever I had any reservations about Jack, they had vanished in that one moment. I felt so much more comfortable and complete around him, like he was someone that cared about me and that really would take care of me. He wasn't just a Tom or a Gin, he was a real kind male, one who wanted to protect me and be there for me.

What a good person... there was always the possibility I could have been wrong... but it didn't matter. Even though Gin had lied to me in the past, Jack felt so much different from Gin. Words couldn't even describe the differences.

"I'll be here for you, Brandy..."

He kept me held until I stopped crying, which was after quite awhile. After that, he decided that it'd be best if we both got some sleep, so he helped me up into my bed and pulled the sheets over me, then pet me on my head before returning back to his bed so he could get some sleep of his own.

"Good night, Brandy," he said to me.

"Good night, Jack," I said back, smiling at him one last time before falling asleep.

***

The next day went very much like the last. In the morning, Jack woke me up and brought me out into the lounge, then directed me to get some food over by Scotch.

However, Scotch didn't seem like his usual self. He seemed a bit irritated by something when I sat down beside him at the picnic table. No other Pokemon were at the table, so it was just us.

I crumbled up one of the Poffins onto my Pokechow and started eating it, waiting for him to start some sort of conversation like he would usually do.

Though it took a little while, he eventually did say something. "So, ah, have a nice time with Jack last night?" he asked, not even looking towards me.

"Um- yes... he's a really nice human." It just hit me that Jack completely forgot to let Scotch out before he went to sleep. Maybe that was what had him upset. "A-are you upset...?"

"Sorta," he said in a bit of a cold way. "We just usually talk before bed and he doesn't usually forget about me." He took a bite of his Pokechow, looking quite disappointed.

"I'm sorry, Scotch..." I felt bad about that, actually, because I had a feeling those two were very close. "He cares about you a lot. I'm sure he... he won't f-forget you again." After saying that, I had a feeling that I shouldn't have used the word 'forget,' since it sounded rather... insensitive.

He rolled his eyes a bit and still looked rather disappointed. "Yeah, sure. I hope not." He sighed. "He's my best friend... I don't like being forgotten..."

"S- Scotch?" I asked.

"Huh?"

"What's it like...? H-having a friend...?"

He looked at me with a really puzzled look on his face, like something just hit him. He didn't even say anything for a few seconds as he was just frozen. "Ah, um, you don't know?"

I shook my head, feeling a little bad for not knowing, but then again it wasn't really my fault I didn't know what it was like to have friends. Look at the company I'd been around, after all...

"I, ah... I guess it's good that you had a chance to talk to Jack, because he's the best friend anyone could have." He still seemed a little depressed, but also seemed to be feeling quite a bit better. The look on his face seemed more sympathetic than disappointed.

"He is a really nice human..." I said, feeling it to be true. I took another bite of my Pokechow mix as I looked over at Scotch to see if he had anything else to say.

"Hey, ah, Brandy... Why is it that you haven't had any friends? Are you that bad of a Pokemon or something?"

"N-no... I'm just... unlucky, I g-guess..." I sighed again. "I- I've never really met... anyone that actually cared about me."

Scotch cocked his head, too, and looked increasingly sympathetic. "I'm sorry if I was a bit snappy earlier. You see, ah, I'm just not used to having another Pokemon around. Maybe... maybe we can become friends, too?" He gave a rather shy looking smile at me as he said that, which made me feel appreciative and at ease.

As a matter of fact, hearing him say that really made me feel good, because both he and Jack seemed genuinely interested in being my friends. Not just Pokemon or humans that wanted to take advantage of me, but friends, friends that would help me and listen to me and be there for me... or whatever it was that friends did.

"R-really...?" I asked shyly as well, thinking that perhaps things really were going to work out well as Jack's Pokemon.

Scotch closed his eyes and gave a light nod. "Yep!" He scooted closer to me and pulled me in for a hug as well. It felt particularly warm, though that might have been just because he's a fiery Pokemon, but even putting that aside it just felt nice to feel wanted and appreciated.

Perhaps that was what friendship was about.

I could only hope that both Jack and Scotch wanted to stay my friends. It seemed like just when I thought something was too good to be true, it wound up to be just that - too good to be true.

***

After finishing breakfast, Jack took Scotch and I out to the field outside of the Pokemon Center again. Instead of teaching me new attacks, Jack worked towards teaching me how to present myself using the attacks I knew.

It was a very interesting process, because he was having me repeat the same attacks over and over again sometimes, all while dancing, hopping around, wiggling my ears, or doing anything else that he thought an audience and a panel of judges might find to be 'cute.'

One such thing I worked on was using Ice Beam to freeze the ground around me and then using Pound on it to break the ice into shards. He seemed like he had more planned for that sort of combo, but he didn't want to push me and worked just on what I was doing instead.

Scotch watched almost the entire time. I'd look over at him every now and then, and though he looked enthusiastic and happy to see me succeed, I had a newfound appreciation of what friendship was and saw that he wasn't really receiving the amount of friendship he was used to from Jack.

That night, after training and healing up, he brought me out of my Poke Ball inside of the dimly lit bedroom and sat down on the bed opposite mine, looking over at me as I became aware of my surroundings.

"Hi, Brandy," he said, smiling and looking over towards me. "I wanted to talk to you again. There's still a lot I wanted to say, and given how well you did today, I think you'd be a really good listener."

I actually found myself blushing after his compliment. I felt so pleased with myself that he appreciated everything I did to follow his commands. Not only that, but I actually enjoyed that earlier, too, so it was a triple win.

"You know... I feel more comfortable talking to you than any other girl... maybe you can help me with my problems somehow and help get me over my shyness." He seemed to be a bit remorseful and absorbed in his own mind, sort of scratching the back of his head and looking away from me.

That reminded me of what I heard from Scotch earlier, about how he was shy around girls and how he was rejected before. I mean, I was a girl, but certainly not a human girl like the ones he was undoubtedly pursuing. But why was it that he wanted to talk to me about it, then, if I couldn't really offer any insight?

"I'll help if I can, Jack..." I said to him, knowing fully well he couldn't understand me, but at least hoping to show that I'd be there to support him if he needed to talk. I didn't know what I could do about it, but even just being able to listen might be a help.

"I'm 18... I'm basically an adult. But I still feel like a kid... I've never even been on a date before." He sighed a bit. "I know I've been busy with Pokemon and traveling, but still... I just want to know what love's like someday."

I wasn't exactly sure what '18' meant or what a date was, but I could definitely sympathize with him for wanting to know what love was like... It brought me back to when I was with Gin, reminding me of just how much I loved him. Despite the fact he didn't love me back, I knew for a fact that I certainly loved him, and I would give anything for that feeling of completeness again.

"That's actually why I started becoming a Coordinator. I know that girls like Pokemon Contests because it's a lot less macho and shows off Pokemon's beauty and glamor, not to mention cuteness. And personally I like cute Pokemon rather than strong, burly Pokemon."

So was that what Pokemon Contests were all about? Showing off beauty and glamor? Did he really intend to show me off...? Did he really think that I was somehow beautiful or cute? It made me blush just thinking about it... he really must have thought those things about me otherwise he wouldn't have been intent on training me for contests, right?

"It hasn't worked so far... I see a bunch of girls complimenting other Coordinator's Pokemon, but never Scotch. I mean, I think he's cute, but I'm hoping they might think you're cuter. And if you could actually win... maybe it would mean that I could be noticed."

It definitely sounded like he knew what he wanted to use me for, that was for sure. I wasn't exactly sure how I should react to knowing that because I did sort of feel like I was just some sort of a tool for Jack, but at the same time, he saw a potential in me that no one else had ever seen before.

"Do you have any advice for me, Brandy? You're a female Pokemon... Maybe you have some perspective on girls that Scotch or I don't? What should I do?" He looked right at me, definitely looking for a response.

It didn't really matter what I said to him because I knew he couldn't understand it, so I figured I'd just say whatever I felt. "Um... w-well... just be nice... don't lie... care, hug, laugh, smile... and be yourself...? I- I don't know... I'm sorry."

"Is that so?" he asked, nodding his head as if I had just told him something that he could actually understand. "Do you have any ideas about approaching them?"

He made it sound like it was some forbidden act to approach a female. Not only that, but he acted like it, too. I'd never met a male that was so timid around females, so I didn't really understand how that could be. The only other males I'd ever met were cruel and abusive, all as far from timid and shy as one could possibly be.

"Just do it, Jack..." I said to him, getting up and looking right at him. "If you actually talked to a female rather than just sat back... she'd see what a nice, caring person you are."

"Really?" he asked. That time, I was actually convinced that he heard everything I said.

"Y-yes!" I exclaimed. I nervously took in a breath and walked over to Jack, then doing something I didn't think I could have the confidence to do but knew I had to... I reached forward and I hugged Jack as he sat on the bed, wrapping my arms around him and snuggling my head into his belly due to how he was sitting.

It felt so warm and comfortable hugging the sweet human. He really was a good person. I was absolutely convinced of that. I wanted him to be happy and to know that I'd be there for him, too, if he needed me. I certainly wasn't used to being there for anyone, but given how grateful he seemed to be that I hugged him, holding me tightly and rubbing my back as well, I'd say that I certainly had an impact.

"Thanks, Brandy..." said Jack as he continued hugging me and holding me close to him.

We spent the next couple of minutes embracing each other. I felt so glad to be able to give comfort to someone... it was something I'd never been able to do before, really.

All of my life I've always been the one who depended on others being there for me or making me feel special. I never helped that Chansey, Sherry, with anything... I never made an impact in the lives of two Sneasel I saw happily mating that one time, yet they impacted mine... I helped get Gin berries, but when I looked back on it, I never made him feel special or important in the same way that he made me feel...

With Jack... I could tell that he was really glad to have me around. Feeling wanted and appreciated meant so much to me that it gave me a new excitement to make him proud and to help him find the love he'd been searching for. He deserved it, too.

After our hug, he tucked me in over at my bed, pet me on my head, and then walked back over to his bed.

"Good night, Brandy."

"Good night, Jack."

I blushed after saying that. A thought danced through my mind that perhaps the love he'd been longing for for so long was right in front of him... or rather right to his side, tucked in for bed.

But he was a human... He couldn't even understand me... Would it ever be possible that I could someday show him love? Or was I just dreaming a dream that could never be... again.

-~ End of Chapter 2 ~-