81. (complicated) Gold, Ruby

How Ruby got stuck with this guy is beyond him. Ruby thinks it's some horrible conspiracy to annoy him. Why was he stuck on a ferris wheel with Gold? Ruby glances at his senior and leaning back into his seat and peering unhappily through the glass. He must have looked unhappy because Gold made a comment on it.

"Why so sulky, Sissy Boy?" Gold asks, addressing Ruby with his least-liked nickname.

It does its job—Ruby gives him a withering look.

"I'm sharing a cabin with a rude, uncouthed person. Of course I'm upset." Ruby quips, folding his arms across his chest.

Gold raises dark eyebrows. "Would you prefer it to share a cabin with a rude, wild girl who is sharing a cabin with Red, instead?" he sniggers.

His red-eyed (how ironic) companion sputters and gives him an outraged expression. Ruby grips his seat as he fights off colour from his face.

"NO!" he cries out. "No, of course not! Why would I care if Sapphire decides to sit with-with Red instead of me!"

Gold smirks at him. "Of course not! Sapphire only admires him, being the Champion. Wasn't she trying to beat all the gym leaders and becoming the Champion before her 11th birthday like Red had?"

Ruby's grip on his seat becomes vice-like and Gold swears that there are tiny cracks in it.

"Yes, I'm aware of that." Ruby gritted his teeth, remembering all too vividly the promise he and Sapphire had made—consequently both who had broken it.

"I don't blame her," Gold says briskly. "I mean, he's older, stronger and arguably better looking. Face it, dude, you've lost her to an older man."

Ruby lets everything slip a little.

"I KNOW THAT! I KNOW SHE'D GO FOR SOMEONE LIKE-LIKE-LIKE RED!" Ruby screamed.

Gold flinches at the octave.

"Chill dude," Gold leans away from the distraught junior. "I was joking."

"But you were speaking the truth," Ruby near-wails.

There is a pause with a maddened-looking Ruby and a scared-looking Gold.

"It's complicated, okay." Ruby sighs and seems to compose himself with his hands in his lap and his legs crossed.

"Okay man," Gold holds up his hands in surrender.

"Don't tell her," Ruby hisses, narrowing crimson eyes that promised the threat of circumcising with a sewing needle.

Gold nods hurriedly. "Yeah, yeah. Not a word."

Fin.