Wallace frowns, frustrated. He begins to pace the small bedroom, his fists clenched together.
He is indeed, very angry.
Angry at whom, one may ask?
None other then the twenty-five year old steel-pokemon training rock collecting maniac, also known as the previous champion of the Hoenn region and the eye of Wallace's affection. Steven Stone.

To begin the story of Wallace's miseries, not to long ago Steven had asked if he could temporarily stay with the blue haired man at his home in Sootopolis, for his home and rock collection had been destroyed in a typhoon that hit Mossdeep city. Wallace had agreed without completly thinking it through, for his crush on the man had power over his thinking. He allowed the miserable man stay with him for the time being. Steven still remained unhappy, sulking around his tiny home all day due to the fact there was no easy access to any caves in which he could look for stones. Untill he came up with a 'genious' plan, a plan in which Wallace regretfully followed through with.
Moving to Fallarbor town.
The suggestion had shocked Wallace, but they moved there anyway. And ever since then, Steven has hardly even been home, but has been off exploring caves and such in the nearby area, leaving Wallace at home alone. Its not like he wasn't alone to start with, but the least he could do was spend the day with him or something.

Wallace sighs again, pulling a lock of blue hair out of his face. He crosses his arms and sits down on the couch. Now he's the miserable one. The disgusting ash filled air prevented Wallace from wanting to leave the tiny house. In fact, he could only remember leaving his house about eight times in the total five months they've been living here. Unlike Steven, who was constantly gone.
"Hi, Wallace." A voice chimes from behind him. Wallace turns around, noticing that the older man had arrived home. Wallace simply waves before getting up and heading upstairs. Once arrived in his room, he notices his Luvdisc, Elizabeth, bathing herself in the fishtank on his desk. Wallace smiles.
"You miss being in the ocean don't you?" Wallace asks, watching her flutter out of the water and into his hands, making a sad chirping noise. "I do too. But don't worry, we'll go back to Sootopolis when Steven goes to live by himself." Although, he honestly wasn't sure when that would be. He lets Elizabeth rest on his shoulder before walking back downstairs, he needs to talk to Steven. and now. Entering the kitchen, he is greeted by Steven sitting at the dining room table, a bunch of dirty rocks scattered all over the wood, all of which are being examined by Steven.
"Find anything new?" Wallace asks. The best he can do is act like he cares about the other mans rock obsession.

"It doesn't appear so," Steven sighs, resting his forehead in his palm.
"Ah," Wallace mumbles, "that sucks."

An Awkward silence fills the air, sitting heavily on Wallace's shoulders. He had been friends with Steven for as long as he could possibly remember, and their relationship had never been... this awkward.
"Is there any type of rock you're looking for in particular?" Wallace asks, gazing at the other man curiously.
"U-Uh, no not really," The other male sighs, standing up. "But I'm going out to go look again. I'll be back later." He adds, his voice fades to a miserable mumble. Leaving his rocks on the table, he gets up and walks out the front door.
Wallace doesn't even say anything, he just watches the other man leave. He can't help but feel a little bit hurt, because he noticed that the entire time that Steven was home, he never looked at Wallace once.
His thoughts are interupted by the mad chirping of Elizabeth, who is still seated on his shoulder. Wallace picks her up, holding her in his hands agian.
"Don't worry," Wallace smiles, his expression lights up a bit. "We will get him to acknowledge us. Somehow."