Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, but if I did, you'd all love Flint. TRUST ME, YOU WOULD. I don't own Shippo's name. owo

:D

I don't know. I know it's too early to be wishing for football, but I was up late one night, and I guess I miss the fall already.

Author: Yozoro-Kitsune

Rating: PG.

Music: "Going to Lunatea" by KLONOA PROJECT

Inspired by: ARE YOU READY FOR SOME FOOTBAAAAAAALLLLL?!!

Started: 24-07-2009 (Jul 24, 2009)

Key-

"speech": quote or actual speech

Italics: thought

Bold: emphasis

No Way! Commercials are Better than the Super Bowl?

Buck found himself in front of the television in the Battleground one breezy, winter, Sunday morning. His eyes were practically glued to it, and he only looked away to check the digital clock, whose bright red number read 10:24. The Flaffs were playing the Hounds of Doom, and the score was all tied up. Not that he cared.

No, he wanted to see the commercials, like many viewers on Super Bowl Sunday. They were better than the game, in his opinion.

"Buck!" Volkner hissed. "Move your fat head." Whether or not the order was heard was irrelevent.

And, indeed, it went in one ear and out the other. It didn't even bounce around, it just... poofed away.

Flint sat at Volkner's table, leaning his chair back on two legs so he could see. "You're better off moving, Volk; kid can't hear us." To demonstrate, he leaned forward so his head was over his younger brother's right shoulder. "HEY, BUCK!!!!"

The sound echoed through the room. Buck didn't move. At all.

Volkner was amazed. "You think they'll be able to get kids to do that at school?"

The older redhead shrugged non-chalantly. "He probably does it already. He's got a B- average."

"Adee's got all As. Seriously, she needs to get a life."

The mentioned, back at home in Sunyshore, sneezed.

Shippo came in the room from the kitchen, balancing several plates full of breakfast food in her arms. "All right~ Food's ready!"

"Oh, boy!" Flint rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Volkner just nodded.

Still, Buck didn't acknowledge anything. He just stared at the television.

"He's gonna need glasses," Shippo commented as she set a plate down in front of Flint. The fire elitist was eating before the plate hit the table.

Volkner smirked. "Wave a plate under his nose. That'll wake him up."

Shippo's family was made up of gourmet cooks. It was a well known fact that Buck and Flint's family loved her cooking. "I should." And she resolved to do so. She sat down next to the younger redhead, and held a plate directly in front of him. He moved ever so slightly, but his eyes were still glued. "Buck~ Breakfast is ready~"

Finally, he blinked. "Huh? Wah?"

Flint stopped eating and looked slightly offended. "Why does the mention of food snap him out of that stupor?"

"Oh!" Buck said, noticing the food in front of him. "Breakfast!" He took the plate and fork from Shippo, and began chowing.

The Champion smiled. "Feminine wiles, Flint."

Volkner's smirk widened. "Either that, or Flint's family is full of gluttons."

Flint clutched at his heart in mock pain.

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Completed: 24-07-2009 (Jul 24, 2009)

I don't really like how it came out, but I'm too lazy to re-write it, lol. I hope you liked it, and the review button's bigger now. Review, or I'll make the Buck Arc longer. -cackles evily-