Accusation
He couldn't deny it. The facetious tone of the accusation rubbed him the wrong way, and any answer of his would confirm it.
"Well, come on! You know it is true! She's like your best friend right?"
"Sheessh!" he hushed him. "Keep that on the low! Everyone doesn't need to know I am friends with a girrrl. Besides, how did YOU decide that?"
"All right. So, you tell me who is your best friend?" Brock quizzed him, an amused twinkle in his nonexistent eyes.
"Pikachu."
"Your best friend OVERALL."
"Misty Waterflower," the truth spilling out before he could stop the words.
"Checkmate."
The nasally whine of we're not even playing chess was drowned out by the guffaws of his older friend.
