author's note: hi. so. i like friendship dynamics. and i'm really really tired of teen angst. like really. so this will be drabbles and vignettes and whatever. i'm keeping it simple to start. and i'll try and keep it ship free. because yeah. platonic relationships need more attention. kcool. updates will be sporadic. feedback/suggestions are much obliged.

|| the secret handshake .01

(four teenagers being teenagers before they go out and make something of themselves)

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They're all up in Bianca's room, she's painting her nails. White is observing and commenting from an upside-down position. Her head is pressed firmly against the floor while the rest of body still lies on the mattress. Black is relaxing in one of Bianca's old bean bag chairs, vaguely aware of the girl's conversation. Cheren is in a swivel chair and reading because if he wasn't reading he'd probably be complaining.

This is the way they spend their Wednesday nights, mainly because Bianca's house always has food.

"It's like they planned it, you know?" White rambles, "It's like that honestly sat down and each agreed to have a kid within a few months of their neighbor, just so we all could grow up and do everything together."

Bianca, too focused on getting her right hand perfect because she always messes up on the thumb, merely nods.

"What like a pregnancy pact?" Black offers while yawning from his reclined position across the room.

"I dunno. Is that the term for it? If so we are all the byproducts of a fucking pregnancy pact," she concludes, arms waving to emphasize her point. White has always enjoyed talking for the sake of talking. "I like that color by the way Bianca, what's it called?"

The blonde – who finally, at fifteen is getting over her gut reaction to 'eep' at foul language – turns the bottle around and squints at the label, "Uh, Bold Blitzle Blue. And I like to think our ages are just a super cool coincidence. Plus Black's family moved in when his mom was already pregnant so that kinda messes with your idea."

The brunette nods his head in confirmation, "Sorry to rain on your conspiracy theory." He stretches his arms upward as the sound of a book being slammed shut fills the room.

Three sets of eyes turn expectantly to their formerly silent friend.

"What the hell kind of name is that? What association do blitzles have with the color blue? None, they're an electric-type pokemon. I could see it going with yellow, but no. They chose blue for the alliteration. Why do companies think we're more inclined to buy something just because it has a certain pokemon's name on it? It makes no sense whatsoever," genuine anger can be seen in Cheren's expression, the simple mindedness of the name has obviously gotten to him.

Black offers up a chuckle at his rant, Cheren can be the most unnecessarily temperamental person he knows. Taking him seriously would mean giving up a constant source of entertainment.

White contributes an exasperated exhale; she's not as amused "Arceus, calm down will you? It's a cool color. No one was gunna give it an award for the genius of its name."

Before the boy can give a verbal rebuttal, Bianca chimes in, "He has a point. I mean, if you wanted to include a pokemon in the name you could go with like 'Tirtouga's Tears' or something. Use a water-type," She's just finished painting and now lightly blows on each one of her fingertips. She's satisfied with her work.

"That's pretty grim. If I was a girl, I'd want my nail color to be a little happier. I'd go with 'Simipour Shimmer' or something like that," Black adds in earnestly, habitually adjusting his hat.

Cheren nods, "See? All it requires is the littlest bit of creativity. Even you could do it, White." He gives a snarky look in the other girl's direction.

A 'pssshha' can be heard escaping her lips as White clumsily pushes off from the floor to come to an upright position on the bed. Shaking her head in an attempt to get all the blood back to her body she responds, "Yeah, okay, I got a great one, how about 'Oshawott's Asshole'?"

Black keels over in laughter, while Bianca lets herself give a giggle and a barely audible "you're hopeless" comes from Cheren's side of the room.

White grins at him wildly.