I'll stop making promises, I have a habit of inadvertantly breaking them. ^^'
No, no originalshipping in this one, just implied in the last chapter. I'm writing a spinoff of this though that will be focused on Red and Green.
Silver found himself staring at the wall of his house. He was bored, and he missed having someone to talk to all the time. Gold popped into his head like he always did. The redhead picked up his phone and called the other trainer.
"Hello?" Gold said.
"Hey, Gold," Silver began. He suddenly felt nervous and hoped Gold wouldn't be annoyed. "I was wondering if you want to do something today." Please say yes, he thought.
There was a moment of silence, then Gold replied, "Umm, I can't today, Silver, I'm sorry. My mom wants to hang out with me today." He sounded nervous.
Silver's stomach dropped. He bit back a sigh and said, "Oh, ok. Well, talk to you later, I guess." He hoped his voice wasn't as disappointed as he thought it sounded.
"Yeah," Gold replied. He sounded almost frustrated now.
Before he could stop his tongue, Silver found himself blurting out, "I love you."
Crap.
Apparently it threw Gold off just as bad, because he hung up. Silver groaned and set his phone on his counter as he passed it into the kitchen. He grabbed a bag of ramen out of the pantry and opened it. Crunching on dried noodles, a rarity for him, he thought over what had just happened. He wasn't too bothered by Gold's hanging up on him, but he was confused by the other trainer acting nervous. Why would he be nervous?
The next morning, Silver went about his day, training his Pokémon and being his usual reclusive self. But something was bothering him. Why hasn't Gold called me? he wondered. I don't want to be annoying and call him again, but I was expecting to hear from him more often.
While he was in the shower, his phone got a text. Drying his hair in a towel, he opened the message, noted it was from Gold, and read it.
Then he froze.
Silver, the message read. I've gone to Kanto. I needed a little time away from everyone. Possibly for quite a while. Don't follow me. Gold.
Silver did the natural, respectable thing. He cursed, threw on some clothes, grabbed his Pokémon, and sprinted out the door, calling Gold horrible names the whole time.
When Silver got to Pallet Town (via a very uncooperative boatman), he went searching for Gold. He headed for Red's house, since he figured Gold would go somewhere he felt welcome.
When Red came to the door, he looked tired and harassed. "Silver?" he muttered sleepily. "Funny, I saw Gold yesterday. You Johto people…" He yawned.
"You saw Gold?" Silver exclaimed. "Where? Where did he go?"
Red looked more awake suddenly. "Easy, easy," he said, holding out his hands. "Gold came and stayed here, because he needed somewhere to sleep. Then I sent him on to the Pokémon Center."
About to haul butt out of there, Silver paused and looked back at Red. "Why'd you send him on?" he asked curiously.
Red blinked. "Green was here." He looked fully awake now. "I think you would understand."
Silver hesitated, then he nodded. Next thing, he was darting off again. He got tired of running when he was almost to Viridian; he had gotten used to Murkrow flying him everywhere, and Sneasel had begun to complain about his jogging. So Silver put the dark Pokémon on the ground, and they continued on.
He and his Pokémon spent the night in the forest, sleeping in a tree. The next day, starving, Silver trotted into Viridian, looking for a place to eat.
Instead he found Gold.
He figured his shock was noticeable…maybe not. He had always been good at hiding his thoughts. In any case, Gold looked extremely nervous as Silver went up and stopped. He wanted distance, unsure of what he would do if he got any closer.
There was a bit of silence, then Silver felt he had to break it or he would explode. The eloquent piece that came out of his mouth was, "What the hell, Gold. What the hell."
Good job, I probably just scared him, he thought as he watched Gold cringe.
The equally fascinating reply was, "You shouldn't be here."
"Neither should you!" Silver snapped, unable to hold his temper. "Why in the name of Pokémon did you come here?"
"I needed to get me away from you," he sighed, dropping his suitcase. "I remind you of Lance, and I don't want to hurt you like that."
So you left me all alone? Silver wanted to scream, but he had control over his voice now, if not over his violently quivering hands. "Yes, but only because you two were always clashing in my thoughts," he explained, trying to stay toneless.
Gold frowned at him, sparking his irritation again. "How do you mean?" the insolent jerk asked.
"Dammit, Gold!" Silver burst out. He then said a speech he hadn't expected to hear from himself, mainly because he hadn't known he felt that way.
"I left because I felt like I was just your new Lance, ok?" Gold finally snapped. He was getting frustrated and defensive, Silver noticed, and the redhead felt angered; Gold had no right to act all self-righteous!
Silver clenched his hands into fists. "How many times do I have to say that that wouldn't happen? Why don't you believe me? I've liked you for way longer than I liked Lance! It's more like Lance was your replacement!"
He saw Gold freeze and do the math. But then all he said was, "But I just, I dunno, I don't want to hurt you."
Silver felt something snap, and before he knew what was happening, he took those last few steps and punched Gold in the face.
He felt regret as soon as he realized what had happened, though, and watched in horror as Gold slowly turned to look at him in shock. He didn't notice that he was crying. Then instinct acted on his remorse, and suddenly he was kissing Gold.
Damn, he's gonna be all upset now, Silver thought. But then Gold was hugging him and kissing him back, and everything was fine, and Silver felt that everything was going to be okay. They started making out, when Silver felt a sharp pain go through his whole body and he jerked away, stunned. He ran his hands over his hair, scared he might have some ridiculous afro from the shock.
Silver watched with a weird feeling of pride as Gold turned to yell at Pichu, and found Sneasel chasing the culprit around them.
They exchanged a bit more talk, but the thing that really penetrated Silver's thoughts was, "Let's go home."
He finally had Gold, well and truly.
Just playing around with Silver's point of view, and being more free with sarcasm in the writing style.
The action picks up again next chapter. You get no more hints than that!
Hopefully it will bring my interest back. I'm starting to lose my inspiration in this, what with the dozen other tantalizing ideas playing in my head.
This story is currently 24 pages long. *pats self on the back* But then again, it's really the interest shown by you guys that keeps me writing this, and knowing people are reading it, and wondering what's going to happen next.
Sorry if Silver gets a little OOC, I try my best, but his personality is really hard to grasp sometimes.
R&R thanks for your support. :3