Someone Unexpected Tries To Challenge You

The road is mostly empty, as not many people tend to go to or from Veridian City from your hometown, so you are fairly confident that you can make it there and to the Pokemon Center without incident. You all but sprint down the road like you were some kind of marathon runner, albeit one in an outfit not really designed for such activity as you mentally kick yourself for not considering wearing a sports bra as your large breasts flop around with each step you take.

On top of that, your hopes of making it without a confrontation are put into doubt as you hear the unmistakable sound of a bicycle's bell ring out behind you. Looking over your shoulder, you see someone on said bicycle swiftly catching up to you, moving at a pace that you know you cannot outrun. Deciding there is no point further tiring yourself out, you slow down to a walk and step to the side of the road, the biker angling to pull up alongside you and confirming that your trip may have just gotten more difficult.

"Amber? Is that you?"

You blink in surprise as the one on the bicycle is someone you know... which makes sense considering the direction he was coming from, now that you think about it.

"Green?" you ask awkwardly, "Uh... What are you doing here?"

Green was someone who sort-of hung out with you and Blue (if you could ever call what you did "hanging out" at any point) and you were never quite clear on their relationship to each other. Sometimes Blue seemed to pick on him as much as he did you, bullying the smaller boy ruthlessly. Other times, you got the distinct impression he was trying to push Green into helping him mock and tease you like an older brother showing his younger one the ropes even though they were the same age. Green never seemed to rise to the bait in both cases, usually shutting down and backing away the first chance he got.

His interactions with you, on the other hand, were pleasant enough but as you grew older and more physically mature, he did seem to become more shy around you at times. While he never did anything OVERTLY weird to you, and he was a nice guy without being a "Nice Guy", you did sometimes catch him staring at your butt when you were walking in front of him or bending over for something. Not to mention the times you would stretch and his steel grey eyes would be moving up and down with the motions of your chest.

He is currently dressed in a blue and white striped shirt with grey cargo shorts that have red highlights and a black baseball cap holding back his equally black hair. On his back is a black backpack with blue straps and one of his blue sneaker clad feet rests on the peddle of his green bike as the other is planted on the ground to keep the vehicle upright. What part of his attire catches your attention most of all though is the distinctive Pokeball he has clipped to his belt, which surprises you since he had never really expressed interest in being a Pokemon Trainer before. If anything, he had seemed content to study to be one of the Professor's lab assistant.

"I got up late," he explains, "so by the time I made it to the lab you and Blue had already taken off and I didn't get to say good-bye. Then the Professor gave me this Pokeball saying I needed 'field experience' and told me not to come back until I 'collected some special data from Cerulean, Celedon, Saffron and other subjects along the way'."

"'Special data'?" you ask, not liking the sound of that, "Dare I ask what kind?"

Green's face turns a very deep shade of red, making that bad feeling grow stronger, and he seems to be having trouble meeting your eyes as he replies, "It... I..."

To your surprise, he suddenly exclaims, "LET'S HAVE A POKEMON BATTLE!"