Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon.

Title: Polar

Characters: Dawn (age 15), Barry (age 16), Silver (age 16), Johanna

Pairings: Dawn/Paul

Summary: The best place to rant is at the dinner table.

"…and he's so annoying, the way he just sits there with that blank look on his face, and completely ignores me, even though all my questions have to do with the class! Do you know what he said to me, when I asked him if he knew anything about solubility in water? He just said, 'Be quiet, troublesome girl.' Ugh, I can't stand him!"

Barry yawned, poking at his steak and green beans. Their mom ate patiently, listening intently to Dawn while she went on and on about how much she hated Paul, one of the boys in her chemistry class and one of Barry's friends. Personally, he didn't particularly care about Dawn's complaints, and was only pretending to listen, while hoping that his sister would be distraction enough that he wouldn't have to eat his vegetables.

Silver, on the other hand, had barely touched his food, and was sitting staring into space- though Barry could tell, by the slight twitch of his eyebrow, that his adopted brother was extremely irritated by now.

"And then, just the other day, May asked him a question, and he responded to her perfectly normally! I was like, 'Why is does this kid keep on acting so coldly towards me?' Honestly, it reminded me of how Shooti acts toward Iris, only not as bad…"

Barry watched, not paying any attention to what Dawn said, as Silver slowly gathered up his fork and knife and began cutting the meat. His movements were slow and exaggerated- a sign that he would snap at any moment. Barry snickered; he couldn't wait for that moment to come.

Something pushed against his leg, and he looked down to see Glameow, looking up at him hopefully. Glancing quickly at his mom, he grabbed a paper napkin and placed it on the floor, before pushing his green beans onto it. The catlike pokemon shot him an annoyed look, probably wondering why he wouldn't just give her a bit of his steak, before stalking over to the food and beginning to chow down.

Dawn was still going on and on about Paul Shinji, and Barry saw Silver set him fork down deliberately.

"Dawn," he said forcefully, quickly cutting her off. She turned her wide, blue eyes to stare at her brother, as he continued. "Why don't you just cut straight to the disgusting, mushy gushy part where you admit that you love him? Because I'd like to eat my dinner in peace, if you don't mind."

The blunette looked shell-shocked for a moment, while Barry pushed down his fit of laughter. Her mouth was still moving while she looked at Silver, but no words were formed; finally, she just closed it and meekly returned to eating her dinner.

Barry noticed that her face was redder that Silver's hair, and smirked. Now he had blackmail on her.