Do You Want To Know?
"Hi, Butch? I was wondering if you had time to meet this week. We are near Rustboro City at the moment and I remember you said you'd be in Hoenn too so…"
"Who's this?" An unfamiliar voice asked. James squeaked and almost hung up the phone.
"Who-who are you?" He found the courage to ask.
"I'm Attila, a friend of Butch. And who are you? You're registered in his phone as 'Big Loser'."
The blue-haired agent heard the unknown man chuckle and he frowned. "Oh yeah? Well I guess that's who I am. A big loser." Then he hung up the phone, leaving the blond man in confusion.
When Butch walked into his dormroom not long after, he was alarmed to see the higher ranked Rocket member going through his texts.
"What the hell are you doing?! Give that back!" He snapped furiously. Attila offered the phone to him with a wide smirk, which gave Butch chills.
"So who's that guy you've been secretly meeting huh?" He asked straight away. Butch cursed inwardly. Guess this hefty, blond giant wasn't as stupid as he looked.
"He's just a friend. Anyway, it's none of your business."
"A friend who you meet up with in the middle of the night, behind the backs of your partners?" Attila raised an eyebrow suggestively. The green-haired man looked at him with a slightly panicked expression. He knew.
The blond cracked up and walked over to the shorter man to pat him heartily on the back. "Don't worry, I won't spill. You can trust me. But seriously, what's up with that?"
Butch almost fell over from the powerful whacks and looked suspiciously up at the officer through his bangs. It felt awkward to talk about something this personal with Attila, but he felt like he didn't have a choice. He had to at least let him in on a little bit. Why hadn't he taken his cell with him to the bathroom!
"Do you really wanna know?" He asked, to see if maybe he could still get away with it. The blond nodded excitedly and sat down on a chair, looking up at Butch as if he was a kid who was about to see a puppet show. The lower ranked Rocket sighed and shook his head. He decided to minimize this as much as possible.
"It's no big deal. He's really into me, that's all. And I… tolerate him."
"He just called you, by the way." The other guy casually threw in.
Butch' eyes nearly fell out of his head. "Wait, what?! What did he say?"
"Oh, nothing special. Asked if you wanted to hook up this week. But when I mentioned that you tagged him as 'Big Loser' in your cellphone he hung up." The blond gleefully checked for Butch' reaction.
"You told him that. Oh shit, that's not good." The shorter man stared at his cell before he realized what he'd just said. He shrugged and tried to look unconcerned.
"I mean, I'm sure he'll come around and call me back later. It's okay."
He nodded to himself in affirmation and his friend nodded too, smiling. The officer stood up and patted him on the shoulder while he walked past him to the door.
"Yeah, it's okay, dude." He said.
When he was gone, Butch remained standing there with his arms crossed, nerves racing through his body. He hoped that he could trust the guy, but he had other worries at the moment. He scrolled through his contacts and pressed 'Big Loser'. First he had some explaining to do.