EverymanHYBRID Imagines (COMPLETED)

Pokemon: Evan

Evan and I sit at a cafe together, and we just casually talk and laugh at each other's dumb, corny jokes. We are working on sketches, but I found I can only draw a handful of Pokemon. Whereas he draws it like it's a damn photo.

"You really think this looks good?" I ask, gesturing to my shitty drawing.

"Y/n, it's Ditto. You can't fuck up Ditto."

I laugh. He continues.

"It's literally a blob of pinkish purple goo."

"Well mine looks like Ditto had a seizure."

He throws his head back and laughs.

"You're over there drawing the three first gen starters, and I'm over here drawing a squishy blob," I say.

He laughs again. "It isn't that bad."

"It would make Ditto embarrassed."

He shrugs. "Probably."

I playfully throw an eraser at him. "Evan!"

"Y/n!" he exclaims.

I smile at him. "I'm in love with you."

"I'm in love with you too," he says. "Now c'mon, Pokemon Go isn't gonna play itself."

I smirk and gather up my drawings and follow him.