riding a wave

Brawly turned off the TV in his living room. He had just finished watching his favorite movie, Surf’s Up (2007) for the twelfth time this week. He tightened his grip on the DVD case. The thought of a life without this movie was unbearable. Looking out the window, Brawly noticed that it was already dusk. He bobbed his head appreciating the orange sky reflecting on the sea.

Though Brawly was a fighting type gym leader, he had an irrefutable fascination with the ocean. Every morning, he’d catch the best wave Dewford could manage and enjoy the breeze that blew through his bushy, baby blue hair. And, the way the water splashed and graced his skin was enough to paint the biggest smile on his face.

“’This is what it’s all about,’“ he quoted to himself. “’What could be better than this?’” The words of Big Z resonated within him as he got up and sprinted outside. As he ran, he noticed a figure sitting at shore. He found this odd, considering usually everyone in town is in their homes once sunset hits. His pace slowed down, but the closer he approached, the less suspicious he was. With a sigh of relief, he decided to take a seat.

“What’s up paddlepuss. Waves too gnarly for you?”

“Hi, Brawly.” And with a polite laugh, Steven said, “You know me… I’ve tried my hand at surfing and I’m certain that things would go even worse in the dark. I’ll leave that to you.”

He watched dusk fade into the evening, catching the first stars of the night glimmer at his zenith. He pressed his hand on top of the wet sand to leave an imprint. It made it him feel sentimental. “Ever since that new trainer rolled by, uh, Norman’s kid I believe, I just haven’t felt the same, man. They spit some drama about an evil team tryna reel steal a special orb. Do you really think Kyogre’s gonna awaken?”

He stretched out his legs so his feet touched the water. It was a chill way to end the day, talking to the Champion. “It’s been on my mind since I checked out Granite Cave. I take it that’s why you’re here?”