Day 27 – 11:00 A.M –Ethan's P.O.V.-

"I'm so stupid, I'm so stupid," Lyra AND Silver will kill me for sure now! I watched as Cyndaquil was resting on Lyra's bed. He was dry as a bone, but still pretty weak. I can feel the sweat drops rolling down my cheeks down to my neck all the way to soaking my shirt. It was bad enough that I have NO ONE to help me take care of this baby! I looked at Meganium who was keeping steady watch of Cyndaquil by his bedside. Well, any human help for taking care of a baby. I sat next to Lyra's computer in fetal position rocking back and forward, I was going insane slowly by slowly. . .

"I'll be fried to unrecognizable ashes by Typhlosion. . . Lyra will HATE me then strangle me and leave me in a pool of my blood for me to die. . . Or she'll kill me first and then hate me. . . Silver will. . . SILVER?! THAT ASS COULDN'T DO ANYTHING TO ME! . . ." I went back to rocking myself back and forward, "But Lyra could kill me. . . She'll use kitchen utensils. . . Then use her Pokémon. . . Then she'll cry a lake. . . Then she'll loathe my guts for the rest of my life!"

I felt a slight nudge against my shoulder, I screamed and fell over to my side, "I DIDN'T MEAN IT LYRA! I'M SO SORRY!" I felt a harder nudge against my back, I started to wail around, "DON'T KILL ME! I'M TOO YOUNG TO DIE!" By this time I felt the back of my collar yank me off the ground. I blinked through my tears to see Meganium carrying me with his mouth towards the bed.

I was placed on the bed next to the sleeping Cyndaquil while Meganium walked out of the room. I looked down at the delicate child next to me. I couldn't help but smile, he was so cute while he slept. It sounds extremely creepy, but you know what I mean! I stroked his head and he wiggled his adorable head into my hand. Meganium came back into the room with a towel. He motioned with his head for me to move away. I moved away and watched as Meganium placed the towel down and moved the blanket away from Cyndaquil. He picked the towel back up and used his vines to wrap Cyndaquil up like a baby. "Where did you get the towel?"

Meganium made those noises that other people normally wouldn't understand. I nodded; he got the towels from outside the house. They were hung up on a rack outside to get warmed up by the sun. And on this hot summer day the towels would burn up pretty good. I picked up Cyndaquil and held him in my arms like a real baby. He made really cute baby noises, shifted a little and cuddled up to my stomach. It's hard not to love this kid, he is so cute! Maybe I should pick up a book on how to take care of Cyndaquils and open up a daycare. . . But I need some MAJOR practice. I almost killed Cyndaquil from pure clumsiness. . . I once again got depressed. The darkest cloud of sorrow rained over my head. Meganium patted me on the back with his vine. I sniffed and wiped away my tear. Meganium was a true friend to me.

Cyndaquil squeaked and shifted in the towel, he was finally awake. He moaned and his tummy growled, "Awww, are you hungry, little one?" He looked at me with those adorable squinty eyes and nodded weakly. I placed him on Meganium's vines, "Take him. I'll call you guys when lunch is ready."

I went downstairs into the kitchen to put some Pokémon food in bowls and some poffins on the side for desserts. Spicy poffins for Cyndaquil and sweet-sour poffins for Meganium. While cooking my thoughts drifted away to possible future career options. It would be nice to be day care man. . . I don't know why, but somehow it made me sound like I was gonna die alone when I grow old. I heaved a heavy sigh, 'So depressing. . .'

I took off my apron and yelled out, "Meganium! Cyndaquil! Lunch is ready!" The ground didn't shake like usual. Meganium actually walked down normally. Usually Meganium gallops down the stairs and rushes into the kitchen, but it's good to know Meganium knows his limits when it comes to kids. Meganium walked into the kitchen with Cyndaquil riding his back. The little munchkin squealed and clapped for the delightful fun he was having.

"We've got plenty of Pokémon food and your favorite poffins! Enjoy guys!" They squealed and chowed down on the food. I smiled while I ate my food. I don't know what it was, but it was extremely tasty. Something did kind of bothered me about my lunch though. . . It looked . . . familiar somehow. Pink and white. . . I just don't remember.

-Time Skip to 1:30 PM-

Meganium and Marill helped me with the dishes while Cyndaquil ate a spicy poffin while watching the tube. Lunch was nice and quiet despite the loud munching of the Pokémon indulging in their food. Marill came back from her usual swim in the Kanto Lake. She loves to take a dip in the lake on these boiling days. I washed, Marill rinsed, and Meganium placed the dishes carefully on the dish holder.

After washing all the dishes, we all joined Cyndaquil on the couch to watch the featured movie on the Poké channel. It was a Pokémon romance drama about a Pichu and a Pikachu. Pikachu evolved into Raichu, making it too old to date a mere Pichu. Pokémon society won't allow it. Call it pedophile if you must, because I would agree with that. Although, the Pokémon seem to be enjoying it so I can leave it on.

-30 minutes later-

WAAAAAAAAH!

The entire house shook with tears of sorrow as we were half way into the movie. Pichu fell into a state of depression and refused to eat and became very underweight and became ill. Everyone on the couch cried a river as Raichu never left Pichu's bedside, just waiting for her to open her eyes. . . It was too much! Snot was running down our noses like a running faucet.

"Uuuugh! Wait here guys, I'm going to get us all towels," I got up and walked upstairs to the closet where we had all of our bath towels. Sure they're meant for the shower, but considering how much all of us are crying, I'm sure it should be all right. After grabbing the towels I closed the door and head back down to the living room. Everyone was still crying as usual. I hopped over the couch and landed between Marill and Meganium, "what'd I miss?"

Through sobbing noises Meganium explained that Pichu's heart was slowly stopping and Raichu was giving a heartfelt speech to his loved one. I once again cried a never ending river. We must've been disturbing the neighbors because I soon heard banging on the door and someone yelling something about turning off the tube and something about stupid toy . . . or was it stupid boy?

All the Pokémon glared at the door for the noise was disrupting the dramatic moments of the movie. I got up from my seat and opened the door to the lazy ass of a neighbor. He looked drunk again. . . I can smell it all over his repulsive body odor. This is annoying, he just ruined a perfectly good movie with his mere presence.

"Turn down that stupid racket, boy! I'm trying to watch my po-" I quickly bashed my foot into his stomach. He literally rolled a good few feet away from me. "That racket is either my team crying or the movie that's playing." I muttered an insult under my breath.

He rolled back up onto his stinky tush and glared, "Aren't you a little too old to be picking on smaller brats?"

I rolled my eyes, "Since when did you care, Count Stink-a-lot?" His eyes were burning intensely.

"Did you just call me Dracula?!" I sighed heavily. "No. And a few things, you need to get your hygiene, hearing, and brain fixed." Large footsteps rocked the earth as he charged at me with his full strength. He came about 1 foot away from me before he was whipped and sent rolling away from me all the way to his house. Meganium glared at the door. I closed my door and went upstairs.

"I'll be back guys. I need to find an air freshener. Count Stanky Ass's smell is still lingering at the door and the entire front of our house." That repulsive ass is our neighbor. He's the neighborhood drunkie, pedophilic, and perverted idiot. He watches porn all day, any style supposedly. The only reason why I know this is because there have been countless nights where I had a difficult time sleeping with his movies blasting loudly. All he does all day is complain, check out every girl of every age (his preference are young girls like Lyra), drink, and watch porn. Everyone is trying to get him to leave or evicted from the house. I can't wait for that day.

I walked upstairs and looked in the bathroom for the air fresheners. I was trying to remember if the air freshener was in the bathroom or in the closet in the hallway, until I felt a small tug on my leg. Looking down I see the munchkin of the house, "Hi Cyndaquil, did you need something?"

He said something about Lyra's house having a ton of air fresheners since there are only females living there with the exception of Silver. I smiled and patted his head, "It's all right, Cyndaquil. I have tons of air-errr. . ." He started to have the biggest teary-eyed face I've ever seen. My heart had a wrenching feeling. "But I think Lyra's air-freshener smells better! Lead on!"

I followed him out my house and down to Lyra's house. I knocked on the door, no one answered. It then hit me: No one is home, that's why Silver gave me Cyndaquil to watch. I had a single thought cross my head. 'I was friends with her and her mom for the longest of times. They wouldn't mind . . .?'

"They wouldn't mind. . . So why am I trying to get in through the window?!" It took me 10 minutes just to take out the window carefully and climb in the house. I must've looked like an idiot. Everyone here knew me anyways, so they wouldn't think much of it? Cyndaquil was waiting for me in the house to get down carefully so I don't end up breaking anything. Once I touched the floor with both feet, I sighed in relief and looked at him. "So, where are they?"

He bounced through the kitchen and into the living room upstairs. He walked into Lyra's room, I froze in my tracks. Lyra may be my best friend, but she'll MURDER me if I go in without permission! Cyndaquil hopped to the middle of her fuzzy rug and turned back to see if I was still following him. He tilted his head when he realized I wasn't.

"I-I can't go in there!" He tilted his head in the other way, "It's Lyra's room and she's not home! She's going to KILL me!" He squeaked in confusion after bouncing back to me. I sighed and knelt down beside him.

"You need permission to enter places that belongs to other people. It's called being polite." Cyndaquil looked a little confused, but he seemed more than willing to do what's right. He exited the room and stood next to me. I chuckled, "I think you can go in, Cyndaquil. You're her Pokémon, I'm a human friend. I can't explain it now but maybe one day you'll understand."

He excitedly nodded and ran back into the room. It's great to see such an energetic pokemon, he'll grow up to be a big, strong, and energetic boy like his father . . . maybe not as much like his father. Typhlosion would only become enthusiastic when it mattered most. Other times he likes to chill.

Lost in my thoughts I finally realized that Cyndaquil climbed onto the window sill next to her bed and grabbed the air-freshener bottle. It took me a while for everything to click when I started to panic. Cyndaquil tripped over his tiny feet and fell onto her bed harmlessly while holding onto the bottle. His little paw accidently pressed the nozzle and it sprayed a nice floral smell around the bed area. The smell tickled Cyndaquil's nose as he started to sneeze. Why did this give me a bad feeling, like I should remember something . . .?

Cyndaquil sneezed . . . a small ember came from his nose and burned a fairly obvious stain onto her bed sheets. My mouth dropped as I realized where that sinking feeling came from . . . I'M DOOMED!

I grabbed Cyndaquil and the bottle and raced back through the window, placing the window back carefully and back to my house. I placed Cyndaquil on the couch and paced in circles around my living room. Sweat rolled down my face almost as much as the time I was crying.

"Crap crap crap. . . I'm doomed! I'm dead meat! I'm in the bottom of the pot of boiling hot water! I'm. . . I'm . . .," Meganium and Marill were interested of me rather than the movie by now. Marill jumped off the couch and landed next to me. "I burned Lyra's bed sheet! She'll murder!"

Marill nodded in agreement with my last sentence, "You're not helping me!" I quickened my pace to the point where I could've carved out circles in the floor from where I stepped. I was lost in thought with the millions of questions whizzing through my mind. When was she coming home? Where can I find that bed sheet? Am I able to get it on time? Will she notice if I replaced it? Can I lie to her like this? Should I tell her? Will she kill me if I did?

A call to my home phone jolted my body as I jumped a bit. I raced to the phone, "Hello?! Hi!?" The sweat dropped even more as I heard the voice I couldn't bear to hear at the moment.

"Ethan? What's wrong? You sound like you did something bad. Are you okay?" She has no idea . . .

"I'm fine! I was just watching a movie with the Pokémon," I was grateful that the movie was still playing for my excuse to seem justified. "It's . . . uh . . . a very emotional movie . . ."

I hung up the phone, my eyes are dilated in fear . . . Lyra was coming home early. She's coming home tomorrow. . .