Chapter 3: Queque Here for Drama

A/N: I think I'll start packing in the drama and LOL-ness.

Volume 15 spoiler.

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"Okay, meet you guys here next Monday here at nine a.m.!" Brock said cheerfully.

Misty's eyes lit up as she remembered something. "Yellow!" she called. "I wanna talk to you about something for a sec."

For some reason, Red felt a shiver go down his spine. Why...? he asked himself. Then he realised. He closed his eyes for a moment, the memories and images flashing in his mind like some movie he was forced to watch (as in, bound to the chair with a rag in his mouth).

Flashback

PUNCH!

Silver was so angry that he was growling like an agitated Snubbull. "Don't touch her with your dirty hands!" he shouted.

Gold was massaging his sore (and punched) cheek. "You..."

Soon, the two eleven-year-old boys - one a skater boy, the other a deadpan dude - were engaged in a fistfight-wrestling thing.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Gold yelled. "Aren't you grateful for my help?!"

"Shut up!" Silver retorted, feeling slightly unsettled. "It's a different story altogether!"

Blue was holding her butt protectively while sweating nervously. Green seemed annoyed by the noise (and dust) and had his back turned. His eyes were closed (maybe to block out the dust?) and had his hands in the pockets of his white pants. Red was watching the two younger boys fight, slightly amused and mostly exasperated.

WHO CARES IF YOU DI-

Red recognised that as the ringtone of Erika's PokéGear (the phone might be his soon). He quickly picked up, cutting of "King of Anything".

"Hello? Who's there?" he answered (sounds more like asking) curiously.

"This voice? It's... RED?!"

This female sounds familiar... Red thought, wondering who the female was. He then realised who it was on the other end.

"It's Misty?" Red said in surprise. There was silence, so he added, "Misty, is that you?" He could hear some slightly muffled crying.

Ugh... A crying female needs my comfort... As nice as Red was, he never really likes dealing with weeping girls. They were far too uncontrollable and complicated for his head (filled with air).

Behind him, Yellow was watching. She was sweating nervously, wondering if it really was Misty on the line.

"Misty, answer me," Red mumbled.

It probably sounded like Red had confessed his feelings (which were non-existent, any romantic ones anyway) to Misty and she was frozen in shock. No wonder the young blonde was sweating nervously as she likes Red a lot.

Red felt someone watching him. Somehow, he didn't have to turn around to know who it was. He knew who it was and if someone asked, he would get it correct. His heart was pounding wildly against his ribcage.

Misty sounded as though she was laughing now. "I've no idea why you have Erika's PokéGear," she said through her laughter. "But anyway, how have you been?"

Red was more nervous than he was the night before the Viridian Gym Leader test. Not knowing what else to say, he just mumbled, "Ah... Uh-huh..."

Am I in what Daisy likes to call... Is it... Love triangle? He slowly placed his other hand behind his head, scratching it. Please let her not like me! Please... I can' teal with girls going home crying because I don't like them... He licked his dry lips.

Eh... What're they talking about? Yellow placed her hand on her chest.

Blue got over the shock of being groped and started to snigger. "Heh heh..." she giggled. "Looks like there's another battle going on?"

Crystal looked at the older girl in the skin-tight dress. The capture pro then looked at what Blue was looking at and immediately got it. "Oh..."

"Oh, I can't take the tension anymore," Blue muttered. Louder, she said, "If you're confused, why don't all if you just stay together?! HAHAHAHAHA!"

Green shook his head disapprovingly. "Noisy woman..."

Behind him, Silver gave him what Gold called "The Look of Death".

Yellow, Red (and apparently Misty) heard that remark and turned an interesting hue of cherry-red. That remark meant... they become a... threesome...

Gold was watching the soap opera involving the Indigo League Champion, Cerulean City Gym Leader and a special Trainer from the Viridian Forest. "Ah," Gold said. He smirked. "Now I know the reason for this tense atmosphere. What a nuisance." He took his PokéGear out from his pocket. "Let me help you then." He started to dial his mother.

He ran between Red and Yellow, taking them by surprise.

"Sorry, gimme a sec," Red muttered to Misty.

"Ah, hello!" Gold greeted his mother. "Mum? It's me... Gold!"

"Gold!" Gold's mum said. "Are you okay?"

"Yeah, I've decided to stay our for a while longer!" Gold grabbed Red by the arm, taking the older cap-wearing boy by surprise. "I've got the Pokémon League Champion with me. I'm making him teach me the techniques of Pokémon battle!"

With that, the two boys ran off, one leading and the other flustered (from feeling extremely awkward and wrong, and then being dragged off to be a teacher) and dragged behind.

"I really miss your homemade hamburgers!" Gold told his mum. "But don't worry, I'm coming home soon!"

"Like, how soon?" Gold's mother asked in a slightly disapproving tone.

"Dunno!" Gold laughed. "Roger out!" He hung up.

"Argh! Red!" Yellow cried desperately. Will I ever...? she thought.

"Gold!" Crystal yelled, worried for the reckless boy.

End of flashback

Red felt all tingly - in the worst way. What would girls make of him now? What would boys make of him? If a reporter should find out that he was stuck in a love triangle, he would be so screwed.

Yellow hesitated. She eyed Misty warily.

Misty laughed. "Don't worry!" she said. "I won't bite such a sweet girl like you."

Is this bait? Yellow wondered. Still, she followed Misty to the female toilet.

"You have a female toilet in your Gym, Brock?" Gold asked. "That sounds wrong."

THWACK!

"Control yourself!" Crystal told Gold fiercely.

"Oops!" Gold exclaimed. "Madam Harsh, the discipline mistress who walks around with fangs bared, is back! Under your tables, everyone!"

Crystal growled. Gold flinched and dashed off. The girl of Violet City gave chase, leaving three clouds of dust behind her.

"YOW! YOW! YOW!" Gold yelled.

"This is like what happened between Blue and Green," Whitney observed, "except the this time it's the girl chasing the boy." She turned to face Blue and Green. "Green, what did you do to her?"

Blue giggled and Green looked at the floor like it was more fascinating than Whitney's face (it was).

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Misty leaned against the wall, smiling at Yellow. "You know," she said, "there's been a lot of controversy about you, me and Red in a love triangle." She paused to laugh. "Well... I don't like Red that way anymore. I mean, he's cute but a bit too dopey for me. So he's all yours."

"So to say..." Yellow said after a minute of stunned silence. "You like him... the platonic way? You got over him?" She was dizzy. She just couldn't wrap her mind around it. Sh had no idea how to get over Red. He was so addictive...

Misty shrugged. "Pretty much yeah. Good luck with the rest of the fangirls, though." She laughed. "It used to made me mad and jealous but now I can laugh about it."

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"Let me clear any doubts." Blue blushed.

A bubble of panic rose in Green's throat. What he did was so embarrassing... Something he thought he'd never do. He had to mute her. Now.

He stood up. "It's really nothing for you to know," he said coolly. "It's just between the pesky- I mean, Blue. It has nothing to do with the rest of you."

Blue giggled. "Are you sure?"

Green held his ground. "Get out," he said quietly. "Or keep quiet. Choose one."

"Aw..." Blue pouted. "You're so hardcore."

"You're so blackmail-loving," Green replied calmly. He shoved his hands into his pockets and closed his eyes like he usually did when he was irritated.

Whitney was amused. "Hello?" she called to Green. "Are you asleep? If you are, snap outta it. I've got bacey and eggsy for breakfast!" she added in a singsong voice.

Green opened an eye. He stared at Whitney, which made the latter shiver slightly under the former's penetrating (one-eyed) gaze.

"Heh heh," the "Incredibly Pretty Girl" giggled nervously. "I-it's so wrong to stare at a girl like that..."

Green ignored that comment. "Seriously?!" There was a tinge of incredulousness in his tone. "You'd stoop this low to tease someone? How pathetic."

Blue, Erika and Whitney looked at each other.

Blue shrugged. "I've known him for three years... Maybe more, since we were kids in Pallet Town before I was kidnapped by the Mask of Ice dude. He's aloof by can be quite nasty too, as Red has told me when we were..." She paused. She smiled. "Er... We were... chatting..."

Chatting? More like looking for blackmail material on Blue's end and suffering on Red's end, Green thought.

But he simply said, "What a pesky woman."

Silver death-glared at Green.

Misty and Yellow walked out of the female bathroom. Crystal and Gold walked in from the outside after their crazy brawling (sounds so wrong). Instantly, Red got a micro heart attack seeing Misty and Yellow, the traumatic events playing again like he'd hit the "replay" button.

Brock, who was absolutely clueless, furrowed his eyebrows in concern for Red. "Man, take a chill pill!" he exclaimed. "What's wrong, anyway?"

Cold sweat trickled down Red's neck. He was scared to death and so could only spout gibberish. "Gabee yii nah no lalalalala..."

Brock was bewildered. In the three years that he'd known Red, the younger male had never spouted gibberish. Maybe rubbish, but not outright gibberish. He was speechless and still couldn't figure out why Red looked as though Darth Vader or someone was going to invade the Gym (all these threes... it must mean something).

Lt Surge got up. "I'm headed back to my Gym," he said. "Gotta fix the traps and gimmicks that broke down during the period when the Elite Four thrashed the country." He looked pissed off.

"I'm off to meditate with some old friends," Sabrina said. She walked off, swishing her super long black hair.

Red followed the latest trend of standing up. "Let's go and get your wounds cleaned and treated Gold," he told his disciple. "After that, we can continue training on Mount Silver."

Gold eagerly followed Red out, also hasty to get away from Crystal, who looked murderous.

"That girl's crazy," Gold muttered.

"Don't forget to pack yer stuff!" Brock shouted after them.

"I heard that, Gold!" Crystal yelled, getting up.

"Eep!" Gold exclaimed. "Let's run, Senior Red!"

The two boys in headgear ambled off to some destination.

One by one, everyone except Brock (because it's his Gym) went off.

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Jeremy re-opened his notebook. He edited what he wrote on that page, so now it looked like this:

2/2/13:

The Gym Leader of Viridian was chasing a girl around his age.

Brock asked the people inside his Gym if they wanted to accompany him on a road trip. Out of 17 Gym Leaders and 7 Pokédex Owners present (one Gym Leader is also a Pokédex owner), 13 Leaders and 7 Pokédex Owners can go.

Later, a girl with gravity-defying ponytails was chasing a boy wearing his cap backwards.

Inside, a boy wearing his cap forwards looked as though he saw a ghost.

The Gym Leader of Cerulean City, Misty, walked off someone with a young blonde girl.

-Agent Jeremy

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A/N: Yet another long chapter thanks to the little flashback I quoted from the book.

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