"Hello Red!" Professor Sycamore greeted over Red's PokePhone.

"Hello, Professor Sycamore. How are you doing today?" Red asked.

"Great. Listen, I have a favor to ask. My daughter, Hazel, is starting out as a Pokemon trainer. Can you and your friends guide her?"

"Uh, yes, of course."

"Thank you. I'll pay for the plane tickets to Kalos."

Red called his friends, Yellow, Green, and Blue. All agreed and made their way to his house. Only Crystal, who was good with kids, could come out of the Johto trio. Red also called X, since he knew more about Kalos.

"Six people traveling with this Hazel? Isn't that a bit much?" Green asked.

"No, she needs all the help she can get. After all, she is the Professor's daughter."

Yellow was anticipating at the thought of a new friend. Maybe Hazel was her own age. Sunshine and rainbows and happiness.

The plane trip took 4 hours, 3 hours for Crystal. They met up and traveled to Sycamore's lab. The professor was standing there, along with a girl with dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She was good-looking, probably from her father. A small pink duffel bag hung from her shoulder.

"Hazel, these trainers will be helping you. Red and friends, this is my daughter Hazel."

"Hi," Hazel said sweetly. She smiled.

Suddenly, a female voice echoed through the room. "Professor! I found that Garchomp can drink tea without dropping the cup or spilling it!" It was Sophie, Sycamore's assistant.

"OH MY ARCEUS! Be a good girl Hazel! Bye!" Sycamore waved the trainers off before running down a hallway.

"Oh my Arceus! I've been a huge FAN of yours, Red!" Hazel lunged at Red in a hug. Yellow's eyes widened in shock, and so did Red's. "And Green too! And-(looking at X)I've heard Daddy mention you." X looked a bit crushed.

Blue just stared at this boy-crazy girl.

Crystal walked up to Hazel. "Hello, my name is Crystal. Call me Kris if you like."

"How old are you?" Well, she's a curious one, Crystal thought. She was used to abrupt questions. "I'm 16."

"You're pretty young for a girl who looks 21," Hazel retorted. Crystal raised an eyebrow. This one had an attitude.

"No need to be so rude."

"Don't tell me what to do, blueberry hair. How old are you?" Hazel asked to Red, Green, and X.

"17," replied both Red and Green. "15," X said. Hazel looked delighted.

"Wow, I'm only 5 years younger than Red and Green! That's not too big of a gap!" Yellow and Blue's jaws dropped. Did she plan on dating these two guys?!

"Well," Blue suddenly spoke out, with irritation in her voice. "It's time we have to go." She pointed at the clock, casting a glare at Hazel, who had her back turned.

"Whoopee! Time for a new adventure with Chessie!" Hazel opened a Pokeball, and out popped a Chespin. "Come on, Chessie!" The Chespin nodded and followed Hazel out the door.

"I don't like this bitch," Blue said. She always spoke her opinion, no matter what. The others ignored her and went outside. Hazel was gone.

"Oh no, the professor is going to kill us!" Green pulled his spiky hair. Everybody panicked and shouted Hazel's name over and over again. X said there was a route near here, and that Hazel was probably training. The trainers dashed to find the girl.

What X said was true, 15 minutes later. Hazel was standing there, battling a Fletchling. Yellow's entire face was red, Green sighed, and Crystal went up to confront her.

"You shouldn't run off like that," Crystal scolded. Hazel scowled.

"Says the old, ugly Slowpoke," Hazel taunted. "I'm already a good trainer, so shut up." Crystal was about to go up and slap the brat, but controlled it.

"Hazel, Crystal's right. It's dangerous on your own," Red gently said.

"I can't believe you always side with her. No one ever sides with me! I'm not in danger and all of you are giving me pressure!" Hazel started to bawl. Fake Tears, Blue thought. Red, Green, and X fell for it, though.

"Hazel, I didn't mean to make you cry. I was just-"

"WAAAAAAGH!"

"She's an excellent actress," Blue whispered to Crystal and Yellow. They both nodded. The boys were trying to comfort her. Yellow went towards Hazel, but the professor's daughter pushed them all away and cried some more.

"Hazel, if you're going to be a crybaby, let's at least get to a hotel. I'm not sleeping in this grass." Green gave her a be-nice look. Blue responded by sticking her tongue out.

"Fine. I'll go to a hotel. But I'm not sharing a room with blueberry hair or the mean brunette." Hazel stood up and crossed her arms. Everyone sighed in their heads.

At Lumious City, the group booked two rooms. They gave Hazel the wish of not going in the same room with Crystal and Blue. Green, X, Blue, and Crystal were sharing a room. Yellow, Red, and Hazel, were going to the room next door, to Hazel's delight.

"I'm in the same hotel room as Red!" Hazel screamed. Yellow wished for Hazel to shut up.

"I guess you and Yellow will share a bed," Red said. Hazel's happy face disappeared.

"What? Share a bed with shortie? But can't she just sleep on the couch?!" Hazel whined. Yellow clenched her fist.

"Fine, since I'm soooo short, it'll be no problem," Yellow shot back.

"No, Yellow, I'll sleep on the couch." Red offered. "It's fine," Yellow answered.

"It's settled then! I'm off to take a shower!" Hazel grabbed her pink bag and marched off to the bathroom.

Yellow sat on the couch with an expression Red had never seen on her face: anger. He sat on the couch with her.

"She's difficult, I admit. But I'm sure she'll change," Red assured Yellow. The blonde didn't answer. She still sat there, looking at the ground. This silence went on for a few minutes. No words came from each of the trainer's mouths.

Hazel then came out. The scent of strawberries filled the room.

"Who's turn is it?" Hazel asked the two on the couch. Yellow still didn't look up, so Red went off to shower. Hazel joined Yellow on the couch.

Yellow looked up at Hazel as soon as sat down. Hazel smiled sweetly.

"You're really short. You're about the same height as me!" Thanks for the observation...Yellow thought.

Hazel then blabbed about her and Red, making Yellow very irritated. We get the message that you are heads-over-heels in love with him, so shut up.

"Not my fault that you're short and ugly. It's my destiny to marry Red." Yellow's eyes widened. "Don't worry, I'm inviting you to our future wedding." Yellow growled.

Red walked out of the bathroom and motioned for Yellow to go. The blonde quietly stood up and grabbed her bag, slamming the bathroom door. Red cringed and sat on the couch to watch videos on his laptop. Hazel scooted closer to him, batting her long eyelashes.

Yellow realized that as soon she slammed the door, she had forgotten her personal Pikachu towel. Yellow had to use a Pikachu towel or destruction would befall the world. She sighed, and opened the door again. It was then that she saw Red and Hazel kissing on the lips. And that Red had a happy look on his face.

Yellow felt something twist inside her; not jealousy, not anger. Forget the Pikachu towel. The hotel ones were probably as good. She went back inside the bathroom, and the hot water disguised the tears running down her face.