Sidenote: Okay okay I admit this isn't my best work but I had to connect this somehow. So don't just dismiss it when the middle gets to the point where you're thinking, "ugh, get on with it!". The 3rd chapter is way better. I've already written it but I like to wait a week before updating, so I get some more people checking out my stuff. Anyway, carry on.

I ran my fingers through his soft blond hair. He was unmoved and only gave a soft snore at my touch.

"Barry. Barry wake up…" I spoke quietly to wake him up as gentle as possible. He stirred a little and yawned at the disturbance.

"Mmm mom…" He said with his eyes still closed. He pawed for his blankets, pulling them up to his chin once they were in his grasp. "Just lemme sleep. So tired…" He trailed off and his breathing became steady again, signifying he was back to The Land of Nod.

"No dude it's Lucas. Wake up." I tried again, this time shaking him a little. His eyes fluttered and opened wide at the sight of me. He blinked a couple times.

"Lu-… Lucas!" He croaked. He voice was tired and his breath was filled with sleep stench. I tried my best not to recoil at it.

"Yeah." I smiled, got up and stretched my arms. "Whaddya doin' sleepyhead?" I asked. He stretched his legs and yawned again.

"Mmm I was sleeping thank you very much." He grinned and got up to get dressed. He was clothed in red plaid pajama pants and no shirt. I couldn't help but blush at the sight. He took a look at the digital clock on his bedside. It read 10:32 A.M. "Oh shit!" He exclaimed. Barry ran to his dresser, threw a basic black t-shirt on, then his orange and white jacket. He stripped himself of his pajama bottoms and kicked them away so they slid on the wood floor and quickly put a pair of boxers on, then some grey jeans. I forced myself to look elsewhere as he put underwear on. It took a lot of self control and unfortunately, Barry seemed to notice. "Uh we're both guys you know…" He said as he was putting on his watch.

"Yeah, yeah I know. I just thought you'd want some privacy is all." He put on his brown shoulder bag and his green scarf. We ran downstairs and Barry grabbed an energy bar. He and I both knew they were too effective, but he was addicted. We ran out the door and headed towards the forest. Then I thought about it. Why were we headed towards the forest?

"Hey Barry?" I called out. He was already 10 feet in front of me. He stopped and turned, waiting for me to catch up.

"What?"

"What are we doing?" He started walking again onto a grassy path. It was obviously not used very often.

"I just needed to talk to you." My heart started beating furiously. No matter what the situation, whenever anyone says 'I have to talk to you', you automatically feel nervous. This situation was no exception. I hoped that it was the good kind of nervous.

"About…?" I had to ask. My chest was probably going to explode otherwise.

"You'll see." He was facing straight forward. That was definitely not the answer I wanted to hear. I ignored the rustling of the trees and thought about all the possible scenarios that could happen.

He could be confessing his love for me… I sighed. That would be the day.

We were walking for at least 10 minutes in complete silence until we reached the edge of Lake Verity.

"Jesus, Barry. We could've just taken the normal route you know." I laughed it off, and he did too. I was glad to hear his voice again.

"Yeah but that wouldn't have been fun. Don't you like taking the more, ya know, secluded routes?" I shook my head. We sat down next to each other in front of a big rock facing the lake. It was calming. My senses cleared. I could finally think straight.

"I think that if it saves time, it's better. So I guess not if it means a huge detour like that." He sighed and took off his book bag and threw it to the side.

"Eh whatever. I love to take in that place. I like to think I can hear the Pokémon breathing in there."

"Dude that's silly. How can you hear them breath?"

"Do you know how many Pokémon there are in that forest?" I thought about it. He was right… I stretched my legs out and relaxed against the rock. I listened to the lake, which was only about seven or eight feet away. I swam in my own thoughts, avoiding the big "waves" of thought that seemed to come crashing into me, about how much I liked the boy beside me, and what I was going to do about it. On one side all I wanted to do was kiss the hell out of him until I lost every ounce of air from my lungs, but on the other, I was so nervous that I wanted to cry. (A/N funny part about this is that the inspiration was that my friend was going through the same exact problem, and we were talking about it as I was writing)

Be a man, Lucas! I could hear my father's voice. Being a little bitch about this isn't going to change the fact that you still like him! Do something about it! The voice was right. Although factually, my dad would never support my choices on being gay. That was okay though. I was pretty sure I still loved him.

"Lucas," I quickly turned towards Barry, to end up only centimeters away from his face. I backed up a little and noticed a bright red blush forming across the bridge of his nose. "Oh uh sorry dude…" He shyly rubbed the back of his head and looked across the water.

"No it's okay. That was my bad too. Can I ask why you were so close though?" God, why'd I have to act like such a jerk? I should've been flirting and stuff. Or at least acting like a nice guy. He went criss-cross-applesauce and looked longingly into the distance. Or at least I thought that's what he was doing. "Barry?"

"Oh I was wondering what you were saying." He replied simply. As I recalled, I wasn't saying anything.

"What I was… saying?"

"Yeah you were mumbling to yourself and I wanted to know what you were saying." Uh oh. I hoped he didn't hear anything to serious. "So what were you saying?" I fumbled for an answer.

"Uh nothing. I dunno actually. You didn't hear anything, did you?" He shook his head, without glancing at me. Then I remembered our walk in the forest. "So what did you need to talk to me about?" I pressed my face against the cold smooth stone for a second. It felt good on my extremely warm face. He coughed.

"Well I was wondering…" His thoughts went into oblivion as he started muttering non-coherences that were inaudible to the human ear.

"Hey Barry." He whipped his head around to look at me. His amber eyes seemed to sparkle a little. "What were you talking about?" He shrugged. I was onto his little games. He'd tried the 'stupid act' ever since we were in kindergarten. He always did this when he was uncomfortable. "Ah ah ah no. You know exactly what you were talking about. Spit it out!" His mouth made a perfectly straight line. We stared at each other for a couple seconds and he gave in. With a giant sigh, he said:

"Fiiine. Do you remember a couple years ago, when we were like (A/N Can you guess the age he's talking about, readers?) oh I dunno, 8 (A/N DING DING DING righty-o!) or something?"

"Well yes that was kind of a full year of my life."

"Right well you remember in October? When you watched that movie with me? And I got really scared? And you put me to bed and slept with me?" He quickly corrected himself. "Eh-hem I mean like, slept in the same bed as me?" Ah all too clearly was what I wanted to say, but I pretended to ponder the memory.

"Hm… Yeah I think I do remember." I answered. "What about it?"

"Oh nothing. Just wondering if you remembered."

"You sure?"

"Yeah. I'm sure." He yawned which made me yawn too. I was tired. It was a Saturday. I was supposed to be up for at least two more hours. "Well wanna head back?" He asked.

"But we've been here for like, 10 minutes. What would be the point?"

"I don't know actually. I just kind of want to go home." The smell of rain filled the air. Yeah it was time to get back. Maybe he wanted to go home on instinct. He must've sensed it. Smart kid. I called him 'kid', but really he was the same age as me.

We got up and he grabbed his brown bag. We walked back home and it started to rain. "Let's run!" Barry exclaimed as soon as the first drop hit him. I obliged and we finally got home. I was sore and felt like shit. We ran to his house and I shook myself off before we got inside. "Mom?" Barry yelled. He walked over to the fridge, taking off his jacket and scarf in the process. His bag and shoes were already dropped by the front door. "Went to town. Be back in a few hours…" Barry read aloud the note that was taped to the fridge. "Criminy." He turned around and threw his jacket on the table and chair. "What're we gonna do for 'a few hours'?" He asked indirectly to me. I shrugged and flopped onto the couch in front of the T.V. Barry walked over and leaned onto the edge of it. I stared at him for a bit as he had a mental argument with himself on what to do. Slowly, a smile curled the edges of his mouth.

"What…?" I couldn't help but smile too. His faces were so cute.

"Wanna watch a movie?" My heart stopped. Probably not so healthy when that happens more then three times a day. That whole, 'heart stopping' thing. Goddamn Barry for having that stupid effect on me.

"Uh sure…? Which?"

"Hmm… want to try The PokéDead again?" I noticed what he was getting at.

"Definitely."

"OMG sucha predictable storyline omgness" I don't care. Yes the events are pretty obvious but that's the way I like doing things. Plus I like stories like that when the pairing is slightly rare, and, I have to get the story going somehow.

Well anyway review and whatever. See ya later.