Second Chances.
Disclaimer: There is never (and has never been) any hope of me owning Pokémon.
The redhead stared at the boy before him.
"You want to know my name."
"Psh," the boy snorted, "'Course. Why else would I have asked?"
He wasn't sure if he liked this boy, he wasn't good with people his age...or people in general, really.
"It's Silver."
He should have known what was coming next by the look on the stranger's face. Of course he would be one of those kinds of people.
"Ya mean like the James Bond villain?" That infuriating smirk was enough to make his blood boil.
"Go screw yourself."
"Hey, wait!"
He turned for a second, not wanting to lend himself to the idea that he was actually going to give this guy a second chance. Silver didn't do second chances.
"Don't you want to know my name?"
Why was he even considering this? He didn't want to know. He didn't need to know.
"It's Gold."
It would be.
Gold like the sun on a warm day.
Gold like sweet maple syrup.
Gold like autumn leaves.
Gold like his smile.
...
Maybe he could do second chances...just this once.
Okay, that went...better than I thought it would. (And by that, I mean it wasn't a total train wreck.)
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-Bug