21. Infatuation
Once again, all his six Pokémon sat in front of him, grinning wide. Weavile was poking on Silver's leg, chuckling vilely. Ever since the ice type found out that moron over there had hooked up with Lyra, he's been pestering poor Silver about it. 'So guys,' Weavile started, starting up his pace. He walked back and forth in front of Silver, who was staring ahead at the forest view before him, sitting on a rock near Olivine. 'I'm guessing you all know the news...'
Feraligatr was the first to react, and waved his large arm. 'Silver grew some, bro!'
Gengar started to laugh out his notorious laugh. 'Yessssssssss.'
The others that nodded at this kinda cheered for the redhead, who wasn't even paying attention to what was going on. He simply sighed a bit. Lyra wanted to go to the lighthouse really quickly to deliver something, and she told Silver to wait for her.
'I think the love hit him hard,' the fire type, now evolved into an Arcanine commented casually. 'He's not throwing a fit over this. Is he even paying attention to us?' The dog waddled over to his master, and poked him with his large paw. 'Hey, Silver. Are you alive?' When he received no response, he pawed at his leg. 'Earth to Silver?'
Feraligatr grinned. 'Lemme try.' He walked over to Silver's face, and poked his cheek with his claw. 'Bro, you're spacing out again.'
Silver's hand swatted him away, and blinked on ahead—
The water starter shrugged, and as his mind hatched an idea, he stepped back. 'I got this.' He casually shot him a light Water Gun straight to his face, finally making him snap out of his spaced out thoughts.
"What now?" Silver snapped at his Pokémon, wiping his face from residue water. He groaned when they flashed him their teasing grins.
'You're spacing out again,' the ice type pointed out. 'Thinking of Lyra again?'
The redhead rubbed at his temples. "Shut up, you."
Weavile smirked, pacing across the ground once more, and suddenly gasped. 'Silver, look, Lyra's coming.'
"What where—" he looked over to where Weavile was pointing. There was nothing there. It took him a moment to realize that he was fooling around once he bursted out laughing. "Fuck you guys."
'He's lovesick!' He rolled onto the floor, banging his claws onto the ground as he continued laughing loudly. Soon, all the others started laughing with him.
A/N: He's lovesick. Are you fucking happy, Weavile.
Btw, I started out my newest SSS story called Fearless. c: If you wanna check it out, go on ahead! I just updated that as well! ^-^)/