Summary: She's there and now, and the other is what keeps her grounded. – NewReplacementShipping
blah blah blah i don't own Pokemon.
"And they tell you that you're lucky but you're so confused, cuz you don't feel pretty, you just feel used." - The Lucky One; Taylor Swift, Red
Kris was there and now. Famous for anything she did. She really had it all.
She had the blue eyes that were like bedazzled jewels on your new suede jacket; expensive and seemed to be overrated, but so, so worth it.
But Lyra went unnoticed, unwatched, just a normal packet of sugar waiting to be shaken and used like Kris was right now.
Kris was so beautiful that it wasn't surprising, wasn't much of a shock that they all loved her to her core - including Lyra.
Lyra loved Kris too. Kris was what Lyra aspired to be - strong, beautiful, noticed, loved - everything about Kris was too fucking perfect.
And there were days when Kris would smile at her, say hi, drag her out while holding her hand and all Lyra could really do was blush at her. Kris would laugh, ask if being with a star was too much for her - and Lyra would shake her head quickly.
Kris would laugh again, squeeze her hand and say something like 'Good. I'm glad I can trust you to be my very best friend.'
(And there was the faintest pink on her cheeks - for Kris had never had a friend, never had someone to trust, and even so, blushing at a friend the way she was now, wasn't that wrong?)
Kris really was a star. A celebrity - and Lyra was what kept her grounded.
(but Kris soon disappeared - rumor had its way, and she had apparently gone away with no goodbye to Lyra, no goodbye to anyone.)
(and years later, Lyra's turn came to be the star - and she felt so empty without Kris around. but Lyra was there and now this time around, loved and hated all the same.)
(so she dreamed of the kiss she wanted from Kris to keep herself grounded)