A/N: I'm continuing this? Whhhaatt. Anyway. The language of this really is going to keep its familiarity with high school slang, or the slang I've been exposed to (this mostly pertains to a specific character…and I bet you know who I'm talking about!) Trust me, the slang of my high school is contagious and has a 100% of redefining your speech or picking up on the accent. Mfw people in Utah told me I pronounce "your" as "yer," "water" as "wader," and "Manhattan" as "Menhadden." /ashamed.
Extra note: Everything is still the same, including warnings and stuff. There might be a few mistakes in the document I might have overlooked by mistake. Sorry! Characterization may or may not be perfected, but I have a strong feeling it never will! At least I'm trying, that has to count for something, right? Ahaha.
Disclaimer: Any brand name you recognize certainly does not belong to me. And Pokémon is owned by the Nintendo Company, another thing I have no connections to nor will I ever in this lifetime. But I do have dreams of buying Red and Green from the company's design and therefore create a very squeal-worthy BL game out of them. I mean wat.
Red didn't hate people.
If anything it left a sour taste in his mouth when someone disturbed while him while he was either eating—although he hardly consumed much in a single sitting due to his small appetite, Red was unfortunate to have a hunger that would agree otherwise during his classes. The staggering amount of rice krispies, fruit snacks, and granola fruits bars stuffed in a small pouch within his messenger bag was all to appease the loud rumbling after his light breakfast in the cafeteria as well as to digest the extra sugary content to maintain his focus rather than napping through a lesson—doing his class work when he was fully awake, or whenever someone laid even a single finger on his headphones. An ordinary morning of groggily slipping on his adissage, tugging his bathrobe lazily from the upper corner of his bathroom door, dozing off in the comfort of the warm water sprinkling from the shower head, sluggishly clothing himself soon after, and finally using the remainder of his time to give his energetic fawn brindle mouse attention until the two-minute warning signal for his bus' arrival.
An ordinary morning stretching his legs on the seat, the hood of his hoodie raised and folded behind his head to cushion the uncomfortable head thumps when driving past the road with one too many speed bumps, his large headphones blasting music in his ears as his eyelids grew heavy dreamily watching the scenic passing background of the gentle rising blue stretching across the horizon that soon became just a hazy setting. When the bus came to a complete stop the lights overhead flickered for brief moment, the occupants groaning upon their arrival, and Red would blink several times at the simultaneous rickety movement of several rushing off the bus to enter the school in the cold morning, only this time several female students rushed like their life depended on it—namely Blue yet Red hardly wondered how she could wear a skirt several times in near-chilling weather—for the small amount of drizzle fraying their hair "they had done" over the weekend. With a disbelieving shake of his head Red would then proceed to fish his phone from his messenger bag to send a text to his mother like his usual morning dictates.
His finger cruised through the touch screen to receive her picture message of his beloved plump mouse—in the picture it was nibbling on a tiny piece of strawberry, the traces of the fruit messily spotted on its cheeks—so he can start the day in a decently good mood. Pikachu, the first name to be conjured that day, was the sole reason Red hardly ate breakfast in the morning: the little creature occupied most of his time before leaving for school, he decided he would rather allow the time go by spending it with Pikachu to then later utilize the free period in the morning to join the melancholic-spirited line for breakfast. And it was an ordinary morning he would visibly twitch when the extremely nerve-racking Blue would pass a few endearing comments along with several pleas to copy his homework. To distract himself from her mindless banter he slipped his iPod Touch out and situated the headphones on his ears. From there he could expect nothing more throughout the day but return home to eat dinner, engage in a one-sided conversation with his mother—he acknowledged her words fully, he just had nothing helpful or necessary to input so he nodded when she talked—finish his homework, then play with Pikachu until the pair eventually fell asleep.
He heaved a sigh of relief as Blue decided to leave early after copying his worksheet, his focus ebbing away as he slowly contemplated purchasing Pikachu a larger wheel to replace the old wheel in its already spoiled homing. Distractingly echoing the lyrics in his head Red considered asking Ruby to create a new set of pillows for Pikachu after the rodent had practically chewed its way through the bedding during the weekend—
However his musings were cut short when he spotted a stranger approaching from the corner of his eye. This was not in his ordinary morning; Red thoroughly did not appreciate it.
He really didn't hate people but he preferred silence over someone radiating a haughty aura touching his headphones. When the stranger introduced himself as Green with such an easygoing smile, not even daring to apologize for his initial rudeness, Red could only inwardly hope the brunet would feel affronted by his apathetic attitude.
Red was filled with a strong, overbearing feeling as to correctly peg Green as an infuriatingly obstinate individual, much to his dismay. That gnawing sensation of this strained situation ruined his mood, ruined his appetite, ruined his ordinary morning.
Green blinked dumbfounded as Red dusted the crumbs off his lap before standing up from his seat, he fastened his messenger bag across his shoulder, and finally shot the brunet a stony stare. Although Green was sure he received the mental middle finger from the unfriendly ebony-haired teenager he did cringe when he distinguished the roaring laugh amongst the small crowd nearing him. Gold was wiping a tear out of his eye, his laughter nearly subsiding from the combination of the lack of breath and clutching his stomach for so long, his joyous mood obnoxiously raised tenfold as he offered the brunet senior a pitiful shoulder pat.
"I thought I would never see the day," he laughed even further between his ragged breathing, "the day Green tries to bag and fails. Oh this is priceless!" 'Fuck yes! People are capable of rejecting him! If Red can, so can Silver!'
The brunet senior felt inclined to point out he valued his life to ever consider making a move on Silver, however he digressed to absorb the shock of someone actually rejecting him—who ever rejected the chance of having a discussion with Green? Nobody!—with all their might. Only Silver ever seemed like he had no desire to associate himself with Green. Then again, Green thought distractingly, Silver never appeared to have the desire to associate himself with anyone for that matter – Gold was the only exception for his persistence throughout the years. His verdant orbs held its gaze on Red shoving both hands in the pocket of his hoodie, a strange compulsion led Green to admire the black skinny jeans sculpting a nice firm shape of the teen's ass.
What the fuck, Green realized in disgust. Admiring? Goodness no. Fifty dollars should be on his mind, the only ass he knew was worth admiring was Blue. Ignoring the ongoing thought bubbles running through Gold's mind that involved different scenarios Red could reject Green again for the laughs, Green forced his eyes to drift at the solid black converse Red was wearing.
Red stopped midway before exiting the cafeteria, his movements halted once the two sophomores, Ruby and Sapphire, greeted him cheerfully. He could not distinguish the conversation from the distance even if he gave an honest attempt, rather it was a short-lived exchange, and finally with an appreciative nod Ruby handed over a small parcel then briskly waved Red's departure out of the cafeteria. After what felt like an arrow shot through his ego, Green steadily realized Red would rather befriend sophomores than him! Chucking Red's tray in the garbage bin—at least he had enough consideration to toss the teen's mess despite the evident hostility—Green followed Ruby and Sapphire talking animatedly near the round table directly across from his current spot. Trekking towards the pair he slammed his fist on the counter, quieting the two second-year students from their lively exchanges, a pair of red and blue orbs redirecting their attention on the senior.
Sapphire, realizing who slammed their table, perked a bright smile. "Mornin'."
Ruby crinkled his nose. 'Cargo pants are so out of season. Could they look anymore hideous on him?'
"Yeah, morning," Green greeted curtly, his expression riddled with frustration. No, he refused to retort. His cargo pants were perfectly fine! Nothing looks hideous on him! "You," he said pointedly to Ruby, the sophomore offered him a bored look that could have matched Red's expression.
Green suddenly began despising the color red for childish reasons, namely because Ruby seemed just as bothered having him around and for capturing Red's eye roll perfectly on cue. Stifling a resigned sigh, Ruby lowered his gaze on his fingernails, responding without even bothering to give the senior direct eye contact.
"What is it?"
Green craned his neck: no sight of Gold for certain this time, no one to laugh at his misery to recognize that there were students within the school who would rather talk into an unplugged telephone for hours than speak with Green Oak.
"How did you become friends with Red? He didn't even want to talk to me!"
'Who would?' The scarlet-eyed sophomore shrugged, clearly disinterested. "He's not much of a talker if you haven't realized."
No shit, Green thought sneeringly.
"But if you must know…" he paused quietly for a second, he tipped his head to have his red eyes lock on the pools of viridian. "He likes when Pikachu is spoiled rotten. I create cushioned bedding for it on a weekly basis and customized garments during the winter. It's not really hard to befriend him…"
"Seein' as ya already got'em peeved he might not want'ta be friends, ya'know," Sapphire quipped. 'Or ever.'
"Are you both saying I have no chance?"
Sapphire folded her hands neatly, her lips perking upward. "Yeah!"
'And never will!' the pair chirped bemusedly in their heads.
The two may have continued their prattle unaware or completely ignored Green intentionally when he flinched. Such an exposure to negativity or partial negativity towards him was such an unruly eye-opener, however he felt confident he could find plenty that would be more than eager to talk to him.
What was there not to like of Green Oak?
"Oh wow. Even though everyone is straggin' in the halls I still made it in time? Sweetness," Gold declared unnecessarily loud as he walked into his new homeroom, the evident sugar hype still leaving the teen jittery and excitedly bouncing on the heels of his sneakers.
Green narrowed his eyes sharply at the ceiling, cursing inwardly at no one in particular: he had the worst luck in the world to begin the marking period with a zoology class, an even amount of juniors and seniors dividing themselves in their grade order like a fine field line the other was not allowed to tamper. Green could give less of a damn and planted himself on one of four available seats in the back row beside the only window inside the tightly compacted classroom. He felt miserably sleepy and his mood worsened trying to focus on the withering potted plant rather than Gold pulling the seat next to the brunet, boisterously rambling about the coincidence they would be in a classroom together again.
The relief Green felt that his welding class with Gold was over the previous Friday was indescribable. Never again did he have to endure an overwhelming paranoia when Gold lit the torch with the striker right near his hair, or the many moments he had the fire blazing like a blowtorch when tightening the knob to increase the size of flame rather than reducing the damn thing. No, it seemed like everything was predetermined to have Gold invade his classes during his last year of high school, the once highly appealing assumption his last year would consist of relaxation was terribly disfigured when Gold appeared.
The brunet reasoned it could be worse, he could have Blue acting like a complete bat-shit crazy banshee determined to have Green covered in injuries even if he was to blame for enraging her normally composed temper. Green nodded occasionally to indicate he was listening to Gold—which he wasn't for various reasons—until he felt the wincing pain causing his eyebrows to knit together: the class came in a swarm, some were talking loudly enough for others to overhear, some newly introduced to the entire cluster sat quietly and thought aloud to themselves. Several were reading the latest tweets in their mind, others were reading to themselves a novel, but he found himself chuckling faintly—despite hissing when the pulsating sting intensified—that someone was reading about porn on their phone.
"Then I'm like—yo, Green, you look like shit. You alright there?" Gold asked worriedly, his amber eyes reflecting the honesty of his concern.
Green forced a lopsided smile; he brought both his hands forward to rub his temples. "Uh, yeah. Just a morning headache, no big deal."
Gold frowned. "If you say so…" The junior redirected his attention to the two students arriving a second before the warning bell rung, immediately he clapped a hand against his mouth to muffle his laughter. After being given a few brief seconds to regain his composure Gold tugged the hem of Green's sleeve. "Green, look who's also in our class!"
At first Green was going to remind Gold he was not in the mood to give any regard to the small blonde girl looking around the classroom, clearly wondering if there were any leftover seats, but he would be concerned being anywhere near her: her long ponytail seemed fully capable of whiplashing someone in the face in a windy day. Shaking the silly notion from his initial perspective on the student she was followed by Red baring a very lazy expression on his pale features; his large headphones fixed comfortably on his ears.
Gold snickered, reliving Green's rejection for his amusement. "Who would have thought. You mad, bro?"
The bet. He could do this. Green Oak can do anything.
Having the attention span of a flea, Gold deadpanned after locking his gaze on a male student a row in front of him. 'Is he seriously scratching his ass?'
'Oh god! I can't believe he's dating that hoe! Ugh, stupid beyotch!'
'When is this class starting?'
'So skip third and forth block…'
Green leaned forward on the desk to relax his arm clutching his forehead protectively – too many people were thinking aloud, too many were louder than others, and too many just cannot stop talking. The pain was tolerable to an extent for he suffered worst occasions when he was invited—or practically dragged—to spirit week assemblies, but nothing compared to the incident when he was reduced to tears a few years back when his grandfather invited him to a baseball stadium. A crowded classroom he can and will endure.
What is an eighty minute headache compared to the remainder of his Monday's three classes?
'You have to be kidding me.'
Green raised his head towards the voice eying him with a disappointed grimace, unfortunately for Red he might have discovered the only seats left where those of the unoccupied table right beside the brunet. Without a single word or consulting his decision with his apparent blonde companion, Red resigned himself with a strong amount of reluctance to claim the empty seat beside Green, directly after Red and near the window sat the girl moderately confused but surprisingly content with the seating arrangements.
'If he so much as bothers Yellow, I swear…' Red trailed off moodily, although his tone was laced with a certain weariness there was also a prominent warning in his words he was fully intending to uphold.
The teacher introduced herself to the class, checked her roster for her students, handed everyone a syllabus before seating herself on her seat and typing on her laptop, signaling everyone's freedom for the day until tomorrow. Green took full advantage of that.
Green rested one hand on the table to fiddle with a highlighter he used to mark his syllabus, with his free hand he raised his finger to smoothly press down on the teen's headphone. If he wasn't subtly threatened to be maimed and thrown into a river by Red's piercing narrowing glare Green would have rested his arm on the back of Red's seat to purposely invade the others' personal space, instead Green let his eyelids fall half-lidded, his tongue running over the top front of his teeth provocatively.
"I knew you couldn't stay away from me, nobody can."
Red cringed in disgust; his lack of space from Green was not the sole reason for his blatant reaction. 'It's called a mint,' he inwardly hissed, his nose crinkling from the odor of the brunet's breath.
Green was never more thankful Gold was preoccupied watching a music video on his phone, the junior was suppressing the hilarity reddening his face to the humorous homosexual hints of 'Bromance' than watch Green's cocky smile immediately form into a fine line – what a blow to his self-confidence! Even if Red wanted to be a complete and utter asshole, or at least in Green's opinion, he was not going to let his enthusiasm falter when not even a day has passed since he introduced himself to Red. He was like Gold for goodness sake: everybody warmed up to Gold, everybody warmed up to Green as well regardless of the circumstances.
"Why so angry?" Green hummed quietly, his finger conspicuously snaking to have a touch of the shaggy black hair. "What's there not to like of me?"
Red rolled his eyes. 'Plenty.'
Disregarding his rudeness, Green continued pleasingly. "Give me a chance and we could even become friends, best friends," the brunet lapped his tongue over his mouth, "close friends."
Just before the sneaking finger could come any closer to Red's neck, the fire-eyed teen snatched Green's wrist with a frighteningly vigorous force and stealth, causing Green to blink in honest surprise while biting back the twinge of pain radiating around the tightening grip. Red's warning, as Green assumed it read, seemed along the lines of 'Touch me and I swear by all that is holy I will gut you.'
"Feeling too shy to actually hold my hand?" he teased playfully, wriggling his fingers to feel the flow of the blood course through his hand before the restraint would make him feel the prickly sensation.
Red scoffed, through his exasperation he released Green's wrist then closed his eyes briefly for a few seconds to alleviate the migraine forming after dealing with the most obnoxious and questionably homosexual individual alive. It was odd in some strange sort Green had to choose him of all the hundreds of students to tediously bother.
'I swear this guy is like a diarrhea…' Red thought with a heavy sigh. He scooted his chair closer to Yellow, to busily preoccupy himself he rummaged through his messenger bag to extract some form of food, namely for the sugar, to heighten his dulling senses craving sleep. Green was already physically and mentally exhausting him.
Green did a double take at that comment, now officially glad Gold was distracted.
He would get a fucking hoot out of this, Green inwardly lamented.
Gold pocketed his phone away, offering Green a pity pat. "I overheard along the way. Looks like he doesn't want to answer you! Am I sensing the imminent defeat of a loser, Green?"
Green, on the other hand, flipped him the finger without looking.
Standing from his chair to inform the teacher of his needed bathroom break, Green trudged through the hall into the bathroom to turn the faucet on and splash cold water on his face. Keeping himself attentive towards Red had lower his raging headache of the students actively thinking loud enough he felt his ears would bleed at any given second, but it would only work for so long. Those occupying the stalls were still submitting to their inner sanctum to talk, the hallways littered with several students roaming were talking. Glaring harshly at the compact pill case he brought along before leaving the classroom resting in the palm of his hand—even though he was trying to block the interferences to the best of his abilities—Green finally caved sliding his back against the wall.
Filthy floor or not he needed a break: Red was doing him no justice but he would not deny it rather thrilling to encounter something new. Something different.
'Fuckin' stalls! The urinals just had to be under repair today!'
'This day is some real bullshit.'
Gold was truly determined he was going to become the victor over their little bet. That outcome will become highly unlikely: he, Green Oak, was never a loser. Red would come to like him.
Just like all the rest.
A/N: You reviewers are just too amazing.