A/N: Heh, I guess I never got around to writing and Author's Note last time, eh? Well, now I'm writing one! And that's only because I like reading them, I mean it makes you feel like you know the author a little, you know. Well, anyway, this chapter was lovely to write, please review because I need to know what you think! And feel free to suggest ideas/prompts too!
"What flavour do you want, Sil?"
"Don't call me Sil." Silver was obviously annoyed by this point, both by the heat that made sweat form on the nape of his neck, and by the fact that Gold continued to use that ridiculous pet name that he had obviously told, on several occasions, not to use.
"Whatever, drama queen. What flavour do you want?" This time, the insulting nickname was ignored, whether it was simply out of laziness or the fact that Silver knew he wouldn't stop was irrelevant by that point.
"I don't care. How about chocolate or something?"
"Oh c'mon, everyone likes ice cream! Don't tell me you just 'don't care'."
"I said I wanted chocolate didn't I? Besides, if you're gonna whine I might as well leave."
"Wait, he's here out of his own free will, then?" Gold whispered softly, more to himself really than to Silver. Regardless of who's ears the comment was meant for, Silver had heard the comment, not really thinking it was so strange for Gold to doubt his willingness, especially when the words 'Gold, Ice cream, and merciless summer heat' were all descriptions of the same scenario.
"Hey, don't make me change my mind, moron. Just hurry up and buy the ice cream already."
"Aw, but don't you enjoy my company at all?" Gold's voice was heavily laden with sarcasm and disappointment, but Silver didn't have it in his mind to retort.
Silver simply settled for sighing again and for what seemed to be the 'nth time within the past half hour; he thoroughly regretted ever meeting up with Gold. The stupid bastard even told him Crystal was coming, which had momentarily consoled Silver into submission, but then at the very last minute she apparently had 'something else that was super important' to attend to. It made the redhead wonder if she even was ever planning on coming or if Gold had just made it up to convince him to go along with him. What annoyed him the most though, was that Gold proposed the idea of permanently traveling together. Again. For like, the thirtieth time that week. (It was only Tuesday.) And something was telling him that he wouldn't stop until he had his way. But he was being an even bigger moron than was expected of him if he honestly thought Silver was going to give in any time soon.
"Here you go, Sil." Gold walked toward him, heels bouncing with each step, holding two cavity-inducing ice-cream waffle-cones in his hands, almost tripping half-way through the almost-nonexistent journey from the half-depressed vender, but keeping the sweet treats safe nonetheless.
"Didn't I tell you to stop calling me Sil?" Silver took his ice cone from Gold with startling haste and started licking carefully; paying close attention that none of it dripped down onto the bench.
"And didn't I tell you I don't care?" Gold retorted with an odd sort of irritated friendliness and followed Silver in his actions; half-hoping the mud-colored treat was poisoned just to get him out of the irritating situation, regardless of the permanency.
Silver decided to just continue eating his sweet treat instead of getting into another useless argument with the brick-headed male. In all actually, all conversations, or rather, attempts at conversations with the guy were completely and entirely hopeless. All of them either ending in a fight, or being so short-lived that they were hardly worth mentioning.
Silver watched in the smallest form of awe possible to obtain as Gold indulged hastily in his strawberry ice cream. He really did have a seemingly insatiable appetite. The frozen sweet was gone faster than a starving child in Africa could've shoved it down their throat.
"I'm going to get another one," Gold cheerily stated, getting up from the national-park's park bench, brushing the small amounts of crumbs from his Capri's without any thought of what the word 'littering' was.
"You're going to get fat." Silver's tone was flat, mouth hardly removing itself from the chocolate.
"I am not." The raven-haired boy stuck out his tongue slightly, half-jogging back to the dark-blue-haired ice cream vender who seemed more compelled to the pidgeys then his job, in all honesty.
'God, can this guy get any more childish?' Silver wondered amidst his one hundred and one other pessimistic thoughts. He honestly didn't think that Gold would ever be able to function as a normal adult in the future. Lost in thought, he was startled as he heard the boy-in-question practically cursing out the melancholy vender: "Agh, damn, I'm out of money!"
And the boy himself had proven Silver right once again. Ignoring the pain the bright sun radiated down, Silver watched intently and wordlessly as the soon-to-be Champion stalked closer and sat down next to him. With large, sparkly eyes that practically gushed out Niagara Falls, Gold looked at Silver, then at the ice cream, then back at Silver.
"What?" Silver looked at Gold, a single eyebrow cocked, his tone sounding more vividly more anxious then frustrated. He had a pretty good idea what he was going to say next, and was half-anticipating the whine, and half-hoping it was all his imagination.
"Can I have some of yo-"
"No."
"Plea-?"
"No."
"Why not?"
"Do you really just not get it? No."
Silver continued licking his ice cream passively when Gold decided it be an absolutely wonderful idea to push the pissy redhead, causing the now-startled boy's hand shoot to the side, part of the treat falling to the ground, and another part of it hitting his face, leaving his left cheek sticky and chocolaty.
"What the hell, man!" His voice was high-pitched and irate, and it was obvious at this point that he didn't even care at the fact that his voice cracked like any pre-pubescent boy's voice should, the outcome being that his voice shot up about eight octaves higher then it should have normally been.
"You deserved that, you dick-wad," Gold pouted, lip out and everything, obviously more upset at it then he really should have been.
This, however, became a perfect idea in the raven-haired boy's mind, and he smirked slightly as he moved closer to the half upset, half about to murder him, boy; creeping the hell out of the redhead in the process. The irate boy considered moving back, in response to the stimuli of the boy approaching him, but was completely paralyzed by either fear or some weird other-worldly force. Either way, his common sense was screaming at him to move backwards, but he almost ignored his own voice echoing in his own voice as something wet and slick connected with his cheek.
This thing that was wet and smooth, lapping up the chocolate mess on his cheek, belonged to none other than Gold. This took a few drawn out seconds to process in the startled boy's mind before he realized what was going on; Gold was licking his cheek!
It only took a moment before he reacted, uncomfortably squirming away from the perverse boy. His stomach was almost immediately invaded by nervous butterflies, majority of them telling him to do things that were never, ever, ever, going to be on the same playing-field as Gold.
"Mm, tastes good! Are you still mad at me?"
Silver was simply blushing profusely at what he just encountered, and was too struck to move Gold away from him, despite the fact that he could hardly look him in the eye without feeling odd fleeting feelings.
"W-what was that?" He uttered softly, his voice sounding shaky, as though he were actually unstable from the experience.
Gold cocked his head to the side innocent, placing a hand delicately on Silver's thin shoulder.
"You okay, Sil?"
"Back off." His voice sounded more scared then upset, and Gold was slightly surprised that he didn't get mad about the use of the nickname that he so rightfully loathed.
Silver wasn't really mad at Gold; that wasn't even close to what he was feeling. In all actuality, Silver was very, very confused. Because he had liked it, if only the pure contact. And that couldn't possibly be right. He couldn't like Gold. It just wasn't possible for him to feel such strong feelings of optimism, let alone connect the positive emotion to the stupid boy who acted on instinct and didn't heed the consequences. He could hardly stand being it the same room with the irresponsible male, let alone acting feeling 'attracted' to him, as girls, such as Green or Crystal, spoke about being with this guy or that.
"Silver, please, what is it? What's wrong?" It was evident enough in his voice that Gold was genuinely worried now, partially because of how pale Silver was becoming, let alone the worried look at captured the redhead's delicate face.
And then Silver said something he shouldn't have said out loud. The moment the words escaped his lips, he regretted it, but it was obvious to both of them that he couldn't take them back.
"I am not in love with you, I can't be!"
"What?" Gold was obviously stunned by these words, hardly making sense of them, considering how quickly and sporadically they came out.
"I'm gonna prove it to you!"
"What do you-" Gold was only half-way through his inquiry when he was none-too-gently interrupted by soft lips violently crashing into his, mashing with as little delicacy as possible. Then, just as quickly and randomly as they had initiated the kiss, Silver pulled away, his mind racing illogically.
"That didn't prove anything..." Silver thought to himself, hardly realizing that he was saying his thoughts outside of his head. The same sensation of butterflies releasing inside of his gut released, only this time accompanied with a feeling of regret and a dab of guilt.
Gold smiled in understanding of the situation. By now, he had acquired at least some knowledge of the complicated persona called Silver and he thought he knew the right thing to do now to help put a Band-Aid-fix on the situation.
"Hey Silver, don't stop being yourself. After all, that was what I fell in love with, y'know?" His signature goofy smile displayed on his features, his genuine happiness running through his veins, pumping straight his heart to every dark corner of his body. Silver knew he was sincere because of his silly grin. Actually, it did frighten him a little how he'd said that with such nonchalance but he could overlook it just this time, right? No harm, no foul.
"You're still a moron, you know," Silver composed himself, clearing his throat slightly, and half attempting to sit back up normally again, not much giving any attention to the fact that Gold refused to move his own person from on top of him.
"Yeah, but now I'm your moron."
"And, who exactly said I'd accept you as mine?"
"I did!"
Silver simply sighed, not knowing exactly what he was getting into.
"Well then, could you get off of me? That ice-cream vender guy has been staring at us for the past ten minutes and it's starting to make me uncomfortable."
