Brock's Pants by Jean
A story told by Brock's pants; when Brock meets a new girl, and gets a
style change, everything goes wrong!
Comedy
2 1/2 pages


Brock’s Pants


Okay, I know what your thinking, ‘Pants? What do pants have to say
about anything?’ actually it’s probably, ‘I didn’t even know pants could
talk!’ Anyway, they can, and I do have a lot to talk about, I may just
be a piece of one man’s clothing, but I’ve been through more adventures,
washing machines, and mud puddles than anyone could even dream of! Yah,
that’s right, I’m Brock’s Pants, and I have a story to tell, about the
life of some pants.
Now most people like who they are, and they certainly wouldn’t want to
be a pair of brown pants, but I wouldn’t trade it for the world. I
enjoy my life, I am washed regularly, I made a once fashion victim into
a fashion statement, and how many of you can say you wouldn’t like being
up against Brock’s legs 24/7? I know, I know, stupid question, but it
means a lot to me.
Before I start my tale, let me describe myself. I am hickory wood, not
brown, hickory wood. I am made of a soft denim, rough on the first
wear, but soft and comfy all the rest. I am worn fashionably by Brock
himself, and I go great with orange and green!
Alrighty then, it was a fine day, we (myself and Brock), were walking
along with Ash and Misty. We walked into the Pokemon center when all of
a sudden Brock rushes over to a very nice skirt (that’s all I can see at
least) It’s very pretty too, magenta garden (I’m very good with colors),
with a slight hint of Ivory mixed in. She’s Lora’s skirt, Lora she
claims, is a very nice person, Brock certainly thinks so. Brock walks
over and sits down with Lora, it looks like he’ll be taking awhile so I
talk with Lora’s skirt.
After 2 hours or so of the skirts blabbing, I’m quite bored, can’t we
go jogging Brock? Oh well, so I sit and wait. But wait, were getting
up, joy, now were walking over to Misty and Ash, oh great fun, I really
should give those two some fashion secrets…
"What are they saying?" I think to myself, I can only hear them a
little. Lora…us…come…with….?!? Oh my god! Lora was coming with us! That
means I have to listen to the skirt the whole entire way!? You’re making
a bad decision Brock!!! No use he doesn’t hear me. So Lora’s coming
with us, what a joy that will be, but I guess, as long as Brock’s happy.

It’s been two weeks since Lora joined our little trio, and she’s
actually not that bad, very pretty. But she always goes clothes
shopping, not that I mind or anything, but it’s weird, especially
because she always looks at MEN’S clothing. This is what confuses me,
and how do I know? She takes Brock along with her, that confuses me even
more.
Here we are back in another clothes store, looking at men’s clothes.
Hmm, here’s something new, Lora’s picking out a gray shirt, a black
vest, and…Khaki…pants… Brock is taking them to the dressing room, I
remember when I first was take to the dressing room with Brock, oh how
he loved me! But now…
Brock’s taken me off, hung me up, now he’s wearing his NEW clothes, he
looks awkwardly in the mirror, and he’s muttering to himself, hey! Maybe
this is a good sign! No Brock don’t get the clothes! Lora calls Brock
out and he steps outside of the dressing room.
"They look wonderful!" Lora sounds excited, "Much better than your ratty
old brown ones!" She’s talking about me, I can’t believe it, she’s
comparing me to those fancy new Khakis? Brock comes in and changes back
into me and out of those hideous things. Oh how nice it feels to be back
with Brock! But Brock is paying for the new clothes, with the same
wallet that has always been so safely tucked into my back pocket, "Now
when we get back to the hotel, you can change, and throw those brown
things away!" Lora drags Brock out by the hand, and the horrible
realization returns to me, Brock doesn’t want me anymore.

Closets are such a drag, nothing to do, always the same old clothes to
talk to, at least Brock kept me, he didn’t throw me away. Light emerges
into the closet, just as it does every morning and every night. Brock
stands looking at me, his blue pajamas are a tangled mess, he must’ve
just woken up, Brock reaches his hand towards me! Oh, could it be? Is
Brock actually going to wear me today? But his hand draws back, the
front door slams and Brock quickly reaches for his Khaki attire, Lora’s
here. Brock slams the closet door before Lora can see me. And then they
leave, like they do every morning.

What has it been now, weeks, months? I can’t tell anymore, every day
it’s the same, stuffed into backpacks, watching Brock go off with that
girl, my life has become an empty black void of anguish and sorrow. I
hardly ever see Brock anymore, only a few glimpses when he’s stuffing me
into his backpack before Lora can see me. Oh how I hate that evil witch!

Here I am again, sitting in this backpack, I can here Lora telling Ash
and Misty about her 7 master degrees at Pokemon Tech. Yah, right, like
they’ll believe that. Okay, so they do. Brock must be cooking, I
haven’t heard a word from him.
"Brocky I need sunscreen, I think I’m starting to burn," Lora whines,
Brocky, she calls him Brocky? How does he put up with that!? Oh well,
maybe he’ll let her burn! That’s what I’d do, but if I could do
anything, I wouldn’t be in this backpack!
"There’s some in the front pocket of my bag, I’ll get it in a second,"
Brock’s voice sounds distant, like his attitude towards me now.
"Nonsense, I’ll get it!" Lora squeals, oh great, "The big pocket
right?" Lora’s starting to unzip the top! I’m done for!
"No wait!" Brock sounds closer now, but it’s too late, she sees me.
"What are these doing here?" Lora grabs me and pulls me out of the
backpack, Brock inches away, his face turning red, "I asked you a
question Brock," Lora stands up and walks towards Brock.
"Well I, um," Brock crouches towards the ground.
"I thought I told you to throw these away, don’t you get it? You looked
awful in them, now that I’ve told you how to dress and act, you’ve
become a real man, you’re what you are because of me!" Lora drops me on
the ground, this is the end, I can feel it.
"You’re right," Brock stands and looks Lora straight in the face, this
is really the end, I can’t believe it, "You did make who I am," a smile
appears on Lora’s now pink face, "an idiot!" Now I definitely didn’t
expect that one coming! Lora’s face grows twisted and disgusted, this is
precious! "And one more thing, I was already a man, but you, you need
some work."
Go Brock! Lora turns, her face now bright red, and this time, it’s not
from the sun! She walks over to her own backpack and picks it up, "I
have never been so humiliated!" Lora shrieks, "You will never, ever have
anyone the way you are!" Lora turns, tossing her hair over her shoulder
and begins to walk away.
"Hold up just a second," Ash speaks up, "Pikachu, thunder shock."

So, that’s how the story ends, I’m back with Brock, along with his
orange shirt and green vest. The Khaki’s are now smoldering along with
the ashes left from our campfire, Lora’s off somewhere sulking, I bet,
the toasty little thing she is. It’s great to be back, and it’s great to
be a pair of pants, a pair of Brock’s Pants!

THE END