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Bill didn’t have to look at Daisy to know the cup of tea in her hand wasn’t touched. He didn’t have to ask to know why she didn’t trust him, or anyone recently. He only nodded, keeping an eye on the man nearby with his Pokemon. A classmate of hers from before...

Maybe coming back to her school so soon was a mistake.

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"Are you sure you can trust him?"

"At least tell me when and where they're going to drop you off."

"They look kinda shady."

"I don't like him."

"Look, you're safety is my utmost concern, if they do anything funny, don't hesitate to call me."

"Check up with me when you move places or anything that might come up, alright?"

"You remember what I told you about these types of people, right?"

"I'm not trying to me protective, I just care about you."

"Be careful, don't forget to call!"

"Don't touch him/her/them!"

"Just what do you think you're doing?"

"Look, I may fight with my siblings, but once you lay a finger on them, you'll be facing me."

"Lay a finger on them, and that finger comes off."

"I'm keeping an eye out for you."

"They may trust you, but I know people like you who gains their trust before stabbing them in the back."

“Oh. Yer, ah, really askin’ me? Uh...”

It was no secret that Bill forgot alot of things. It wasn’t as if he meant to. He often got so wrapped up in his work that simple things simply slipped his mind. Like dates...

The perfectly wrapped present caught his eye that morning as Bill was making his morning coffee, and he was suddenly grinning. Daisy would love the present. It would be the perfect gift on her birthday. She hadn't been around too much lately, but that wasn't going to stop Bill. Heck, maybe he couple plan for them to go out! Maybe even take her to Goldenrod. Spmeplace nice to eat. Someplace worth taking her.

That was the plan, then! Oh but how much time did he have? He'd have to call ahead. Make reservations. With any luck he could pull some strings to get in on her birthday, but the day before or after wouldn't be bad either. His eyes darted to the callendar, and his body went cold.

Daisy's birthday was June 6th. It was June 22nd. He was late by 16 days.

In a whirlwind of motion, Bill was downing his coffee and scurrying out the door. He gripped the present tightly as he practically ran through the street. He was such an idiot! No wonder Daisy hadn't been to see him lately! She probably hates him! He had to get to Palette town.

The trip seemed to take twice as long as normal, but finally that afternoon he found himself at the door of Daisy's house. It was a stroke of nothing but sheer luck that she was the one to answer the door.