A/N: I'm on chapter three of this? O mai. Where is this dedication coming from like sweet lordy I can't even- Aha, mfw I'm actually trying to do simultaneous updates with other things that only ends up as failures;; Spring break, y u make me so lazy? Oh. Is it weird how I typed this up while listening to the remix version of the primal dialga theme? Unfitting music is good unfitting music :BB
Extra note: Okay. I really am raking my brain here. This is what I get for winging a new story: no clue whatsoever whether this will be a short-fic or not. I think it is. I hope it is. :x Don't mind me. Please enjoy…I guess? Err. Same thing here too with my apologies if you find some type of error or something. I forgot to mention this is set in the beginning of February.
Special thanks: OMG, THANK YOU AGAIN (for like the x time today) Perpetual Dreams for giving this a check. Ugh. I hate doing it. ;_; Did you know I had the worst luck? Just as soon as I was gonna change the document the server for FFN crashes, well for me it did. My face -_-
Warnings: I really don't like the word "faggot" unless it's all in good humor (…uhm, well I've been exposed to it used in a friendly manner if that makes sense?) or used artistically to meet a character's personality and or speech. It's only mentioned once anyway :x
Disclaimer: Everything still applies…I own nothing and never will;;

It took balls to allow a girl to play with a guy's hair in high school unless they had a close relationship, however Green doubted the possibility Red and the blonde girl—that could easily be mistaken as a thirteen-year old—had such a connection.

Yet she was having the time of her life parting Red's thick ebony fringes to one side using the brightest three cherry-red bobby pins, she giggled shyly adding a questionably adorable smiling cupcake hair clip beside the bobby pins. Green bit down of his lower lip to suppress the fit of chuckles dangerously close of slipping out: Red's stoic expression staring blankly at the smartboard did not fit the image of a male wearing what could possibly be, in Green's opinion, the gayest hair clip known to man. And oddly, not to offend Red's appearance, the clips did not ridicule his appearance but actually suited him in some strange, demented way.

Not that Green would say anything. As much as he loved the opportunity to tease someone (read: Silver) he felt it was best to sit down, accept the orange starburst—Green was grateful Gold was oblivious to Red's snide inward remark about the scent of his breath, otherwise he would have kindly told Gold to go fuck himself out of spite. Momentary mannerisms be damned—without comment, and rest his head on his arms while bemusedly watching the red-eyed student in fascination. He long noticed Red's body stiffened at Green's reappearance, evidently displeased he might be pestered for the remainder of the class, though Green put a brief halt to his advances to regain the awareness he returned to the rowdy classroom.

Yellow reclaimed her seat cheerfully, after straightening her dress distractingly she lifted her gaze to admire the clips in Red's hair, in turn he seemed unfazed nor bothered to remove the hair accessories. Seeing as she was done and pleased, Red removed his headphone and slipped his iPod touch into the girl's small hands; she excitedly chided her eagerness to play taptap revenge whilst situating the large headgear on her ears. Seeing as the unfriendly Red was capable of unspoken kindness and consideration put a damper on Green's mood, he tried to approach Red on the worst days of his week only to be responded with an exasperated tone along with a disposition of damning indifference – just recalling that moment grated Green's nerve.

Green wondered whether Red was unlikeable with everyone or just a handful. It was mind-boggling: in all honesty what was there not to like of the athletic star of the school? He was fully aware he was impressive, that enough should have Red properly introducing himself.

He was made of greatness. Green earned respect and expected it, no exceptions.

Then again, from an outsider's perspective, he was intentionally badgering Red—But not without reason! he argued meekly—to the point of minor aggravation. That alone would give Red reason, however the bet over fifty dollars was well embedded that he had no reason to care for Red's hostility as long as he eventually, before the arrival of spring, feels some sort of attachment despite their turbulent beginning.

Red'll warm up, the brunet thought confidently—

Much to his dismay—although his day in the past hour has been riddled with displeasure, no sane person should have to suffer breathing the same air as Green—the scarlet-eyed teen was faced with the ongoing annoyance as Green propped his arm on the back of his seat, his free hand resting on the vacant space of Red's chair much too close for comfort. He would break a few fingers if Green so much as dared to have his hands roam anywhere near his thighs, consciously he huddled his legs closer together and scooted away to be nearer to Yellow instead…

Which did not work regardless of his blunt efforts.

Green leaned forward, disregarding his previous self-conscious stab at his ego for his mouth's odor, admiring how quickly Red's eyebrow began to twitch for invading the others' personal space so easily.

"Wanna taste the rainbow?" he asked silky to gauge a reaction that would definitely amuse him without fail.

Red shook his head in disbelief, he raised his hand to pinch the bridge of his nose to quell the aggravation welling up inside – how he desperately sought peace in such a bleary time of day. Unlike his neutral disposition his thoughts were ranging from hostile boarding near murderous: 'How about I stick a-'

—it will just take some time.

Green sighed through his nose, his weary smile relieved after he sneaked a glance at Gold's schedule. Although he would have to share the same first period with a high-strung Gold in the early morning, the rest of his classes were completely Gold-free unless the junior made a last-minute schedule change, which has done before much to Green's terrible crummy luck. Green assumed Gold decided to invade his supposedly relaxing senior year even further out of spite or unintentional amusement. God knows what the hell processes through Gold's mind these days, Green thought sneeringly, dreadfully recalling the mingled expressions of longing and lust.

Which is something Green definitely had no desire to witness while eating breakfast.

Red seemed at ease once Gold began pestering Green with some mindless teenage angst for the rest of the time frame: fifty beautiful minutes without having someone, well…he had not even the faintest idea whether Green was intentionally harassing him or choosing his victim to unleash his inner queerness he concealed from the abnormally large and unneeded group of friends hounding after him in a pack. Having allowed Yellow to use his iPod and headphones, the ebony-haired teen was left bored enough to browse the internet through his phone as a distraction – it was certainly not his choice to overhear Gold's conversation, then again he was a loud, obnoxious junior that possibly has never heard of an "inside voice."

"He's such a dick," whined Gold louder than necessary. And that is something else he could not comprehend: why did Gold insist on being such a noisy nuisance when Green was sitting right next to him.

"You know me, right? I don't even like to talk about my fe—no, wait, wording it like that makes me sound like such a fag. Ugh. Goddammit. But you get the gist of what I'm trying to say?"

Green nodded indifferently.

"There was this one time he went to my place to have dinner. My mom was out for awhile so we were left to eat at the table and all that jazz, so finally I'm like, 'Silver, why do you always get so pissed off at me being your best friend? You always make it seem like you don't wanna be at all! Unlike you I'm trying!' And you know what he said after I even gave a fuck? 'Pass the salt.' What. The. Shit," he drawled out slowly to empathize the last of his words, in his anger he began clawing into the fabric of his jeans.

The senior pushed his seat back so he could rest his legs on the counter of the table, he folded his hands to support his head as he tipped the chair back slightly. "How about this," he paused for a second to yawn before continuing offhandedly, "consult me after you two resolved some serious sexual tension. I'm positive that will do the world, and more importantly me, a huge favor."

"Oh fuck me," Gold groaned melodramatically, honestly curious why he bothered to discuss anything with the senior.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" Green said, his lips perking a malicious smirk.

Red shook his head, heavily contemplating whether his guidance counselor would allow him a schedule change. He couldn't bear this nonsense until the third marking period, he couldn't. If he was subjected to the worst-case scenario being permanently trapped in the same classroom as Green he was at least going to utilize the time to go on a search engine in desperate hope that 'How to get a persistent motherfucker to leave you alone' would actually contain at least several results on the webpage.

'This is ridiculous,' thought a very irritated Silver crossing his arms close to his chest, one leg folded over the other as he directed his attention on the syllabus to avoid direct eye contact with Green. They were assigned partners according to those that entered the room for future experiments or presentations for marine biology; he damned himself he should have taken his time before entering the class with a groan to spot the brunet senior walking casually into his second period class.

"You should have been born a girl, Silver," Green pointed out lazily, and in an honest attempt to rile Silver further he raised a finger to curl around the shortened red hair. After having his hand swat away rather violently the senior continued, "It would justify how moody you can get."

'Eat shit, ass wipe.'

Ever the friendly Silver. Putting a damper on everyone's mood since his birth.

"Your name could be Silvia!" Green insisted heartily, his suggestion causing him to laugh at Silver's 'I-will-impale-you-and-feed-your-inwards-to-orphans' glare. "So…Silvia, what caused your lovers' spat with Gold this time?"

'Call me Silvia one more time and I swear I will gut you, fucktard!'

Green was not fazed by the threats, he had been fully aware of Silver's unlikable personality ever since he was a sophomore in high school and Silver was the fresh meat waiting to be bullied or potentially picking fights his scrawny body could never possibly win.

"You know what else bothers me, Silvia?" he sneered bemusedly, relishing every passing second Silver's expression hardened well past aggravation to potentially deadly. "Who wears the pants in the relationship? You're PSM-ing all the time but Gold gets so damn whinny…Wait! Don't tell me!"

'One more word out of his mouth and I swear to all that is holy I will fucking beat hi-'

Green rudely pointed accusingly at the redhead, he was fully aware it would be worth a pummeling or death sentence to gauge a different reaction rather than Silver taming his temper by having his nose flare in anger.

"You control the zipper!"

Silver snarled, baring his teeth, and the pregnant paused shared between them was short-lived before Silver pounced on the arrogant senior, lashing his pent-up rage whilst streaming a full set of colorful curses.

Explaining to the middle-aged exhausted teacher that their fight was merely a friendly tussle, the two weaseled their way from receiving a detention: Silver should have felt indebted to his senior after convincing several of the staff the redhead was merely in a sensitive mood despite their prejudice against the student with the worst record in his year, the word of the extraordinaire Green Oak was to be trusted. To an extent. Gold was at fault for Green's overlooked delinquency, some of the staff were fully aware of this and advised "that such a bright student shouldn't mingle with such a terrible influence!" He would feel too stiff if he did not cause some sort of mayhem, which reminded him that Gold sent a text to meet at lunch.

He laughed heartily at the proposed plan whispered in his ear—Gold completely disregarded his mood in the earlier morning—and gave vague answers to Gold's questions, including the scratch marks on face "that was so not there in the morning." Green could ruin the junior's mood by saying, "Your bitchy boyfriend did this to me, you prat" but Gold was preoccupied searching the crowded cafeteria for Silver, and besides he was willing to remain in the cafeteria for a short time. The noise was blaring.

Gold dragged his brief gloom overhead, his normally grinning face replaced with a pitiful frown, the playful glint in his eyes tired, upset, and angry. 'He's not here…how long is he going to avoid me…?' Theamber-eyed junior inwardly lamented, quickly he shook his head to offer his partner a grin.

The two jumped on the table, cutting the conversation short, and began rather abruptly. Both headed to opposite ends of the table from each other and tapped their foot rhythmically, "Ah… Girl look at that body. Ah… Girl look at that body. Ah… Girl look at that body. I work out."

One of the lunch ladies barked at the two to seat themselves immediately. The pair disregarded the order by reuniting at the middle of the table; linking arm in arm they sauntered to one end of the table together, bobbing their head slightly.

"When I walk in the spot this is what I see," with their free hand they pressed a finger on their chest, "everybody stops and they staring at me." Gold and Green released their hold with one another, distanced themselves apart, and hooked their thumbs on the waistline of their pants to flash their protruding hip bones. "I got a passion in my pants and I ain't afraid to show it, show it, show it, show it." On cue they winked, their crooked smiles resisting the urge to burst into a fit of chuckles.

In the distance Green spotted Red and Yellow waiting beside the lunch line: Yellow was giggling whimsically, on the other hand Red shook his head disapprovingly.

After making complete fools out of themselves—momentarily stopping to adjust their pants correctly—they were still fully satisfied by the curious quirks and giggles, they bared no shame to laugh themselves right before they were threatened to be escorted elsewhere by the security guards. Green bade farewell to his quirky if not tediously overdramatic friend—how stable was the relationship between Gold and Silver anyway? It was an ordinary occurrence to have the pair arguing—striding out the double doors to trek towards the open track field, the lack of occupants near the bleachers would finally give him some peace of mind he rightfully deserved. The trailers on the outside of the perimeter held several different classes, giving him time to rest before the flock of students were rushing past each other to reach their next classes – his next two classes were in two out of the handful of trailers.

The next class passed insignificantly, his head buried in his arms to eventually fall fast asleep, or block out the gruff noise of the language teacher reciting the curriculum in a monotone fashion, in all honesty it was decided whatever came first. He found himself thankful he had fallen asleep, blissfully unconscious at the noisy mental chatter roaming about in the quiet students, then spared a glance at the clock to pack his belongings for the remainder of the five minutes. His graphics class was the trailer beside the one he was glaringly stuck in, relieved he settled in his next class by occupying the first row.

"Green, I heard you got some scratches on that pretty face of yours! You have to let me see it!" Blue hollered upon entering the class, immediately she set her tote bag on the seat after Green. She had no patience to sit directly next to him.

Blue forcibly titled Green's face using her index finger and thumb, the amused sound she made at the back of her throat found it all too entertaining as she inspected the severity of the damage.

"Control that little monster you think of as a brother. Generally I'm not that considerate to those planning to fuck my face up."

Blue pressed her manicured nails threateningly into the skin of the senior's chin. "I'll beat you black-and-blue if you so much as harm Silver," she promised tenderly. 'Or maybe I'll rope you down, get me a car, and run over your ball sack.'

Green suppressed a shudder.

"Anyway, it's not that bad. I have some concealer in my bag to cover these up."

Green brushed her hand away, he swiveled in his chair to face the Mac computer. "Nah, I'm good."

She rolled her eyes. "Men," she said under her breath bitterly. 'Why do guys always have to reject the use of make-up to protect their already butthurt pride? Ugh! I can never understand them!'

The warning bell rung.

'Fucking A…'

Green turned his head at the voice; Blue beat him to greeting the nearly late addition to the class. The brunette got on her feet, straightened her skirt, and enthusiastically grabbed Red by the wrist to practically drag him to sit between Green and herself, oblivious in her chatter to the heavy dismayed expression lingering on the disappointed teen's face.

'Why am I having a horrible streak of bad luck? A two marking period class with these two…'

Green furrowed his brows, he took offense to that. Plenty would love to have two out of four classes with Green Oak.

"Thanks again for the homework! I was almost done for if I didn't—oh! Oh my god! That. Is. So. Cute! Where did you get that cupcake barrette?" Blue leaned forward, the tip of her fingers pressing on the hair clip with a deep admiration to the sheer adorableness that satisfied her taste. "I would so ask if I can have it…nah! You look too cute, Red!"

"It was Yellow…" he answered her softly, his eyes looking everywhere but Blue. It was his mistake, it lead to more unneeded conversation that earned them a scolding from the teacher impatiently staring at them to quiet down. They were instructed to enter their student account number, password, change their desktop background, then resume small talk later. The instructor was male, he sauntered over to the unoccupied desk to collect the scraps of transparencies knocked to the floor by his previous class-

Blue lapped her tongue over her lips, her eyes focused on the instructor. 'Mmm, stay like that, love! Give mama a nice view of that delectable ass.'

"Yo, Blue, focus," Green said pointedly from his seat.

Without looking she emitted a low growl under her breath. "Quit being a booger," she snapped curtly, her focus fixed on the instructor, "I need my afternoon eye candy. And no, you're not an eye candy so you don't count."

Red did not lift his gaze from the image results on google, neither did he show the slightest change in his stoic expression to prove otherwise he found the deflating arrogant smirk on the senior's face to be pleasing. 'Burn,' he thought bemusedly.

The brunet exhaled through his nose. He couldn't retort to Red regardless of the gnawing compulsion to flip him the bird. Time for sweet temporary relief.

"Isn't this the greatest day of your life? Both of us stuck together again, best time of the day too! Right in the morning and right before you leave this…" he searched for the word thoughtfully, "Leave this hell hole, I suppose. I know you're one of those people rushing out of here like their life depends on it."

'Ignore the booger. Ignore the booger.'

He frowned at that. Blue was spreading her influence like a disease, he was sure Red would be radiating a thick aura of hatred by the end of the week if the brunette senior continued to pester him while Green was attempting to badger him in the mix. Both relaxed their shoulders, breathed a rolling sigh of relief as Blue excitedly spotted several of her other friends a few rows ahead of hers and bade farewell to "her stooges" for the mean time – only once could Green and Red settle on the agreement to insist that Blue should remain with her friends for the entire period. No, scratch that, for the last two marking periods so Green could absorb the feeling of a peaceful graduation.

"Since I know you won't answer me otherwise," Green said blandly, somewhat bored he had to maintain a one-winded conversation with the teen, "answer me some questions about yourself. Unless you want me to flirt with that cute friend you have sitting next to you in zoology."

Red whipped his head in Green's direction, his eyes narrowed on the brunet attempting to test his limited patience, but finally with a resigned sigh he reluctantly evened his voice yet ensured there was a lingering tone of exasperation. "What?" he snapped impatiently.

"Aw, that's disappointing. I thought you were the type of guy who didn't give in easily," he sneered approvingly spotting a fine black eyebrow twitch, "not that I mind all too much."

The ebony-haired teen folded his arms: the conversation was leading nowhere and that unnerved him to no end. His wishful desire was to be left alone, was it really too much to ask? 'Is there a point to this?' he thought sourly.

Huh, I'm actually realizing it isn't as loud as I would have figured. Everyone's distracted, Green thought briefly surveying the area. What an advantage! He could finally give Red his undivided attention whether he wanted it or not, he would not relent despite the murderous glint in the blood-red eyes.

"Let's go for trivial things! It's been bothering me whether you're a senior. You are, right? And seriously, do you even smile? You would give the dwarf Grumpy a run for his money," he mentioned jokingly, somewhat hopeful the uptight frown would twitch upwards if even for a fraction of a second.

It never happened, much to his dismay.

Red proceeded to swivel his chair forward, his focus on the monitor of the computer, his hand resting under his chin as he scrolled through the page. "Yes. I wouldn't know." 'Now hop off.'

In his excitement he could finally have the possibly antisocial senior answering him—regardless of one-worded responses…an answer was an answer, it was suffice!—Green wrapped an arm around—as he felt under the thick red hoodie— the bony shoulder, pulling Red closer and grinning broadly of his mediocre triumph. The large scarlet eyes widened considerably under Green's hold, his mouth parted slightly unable to form a lashing protest that caught stuck in his throat, the swift movement gratefully covered his shocked expression with his fringes covering his face messily, his muscles too stiffened to promptly shove the cheering brunet off of him.

"Now this is what I call some progress!" Green chided enthusiastically, out of consideration he used his free hand to brush Red's black fringes away from his face and tucked the bangs behind the teen's ear. "Will this momentous occasion persuade you enough to give me your number?"

Instead of a stream of curses spluttering from the ebony-haired senior's mouth, he casually crinkled his nose in heavy disgust. Red used two fingers to pry the offending arm off his shoulder as if he were picking some rancid trash then rolled an arms' length away in his swivel chair. A pause registered between the pair, Red the first to mention something albeit mentally. 'Actually, this could work out.'

"Here," Red mumbled, resigning in defeat. Hastily he tore an unruly piece of paper from his notebook, proceeding quickly to scribble down on the shred a series of numbers. Crumbling the piece in a ball he flicked the paper over to Green, although small the brunet was able to secure it safely in his palms. That was the end of their conversation after offering the clock on their computer monitors a sideway glance.

A minute to the bell.

Red slipped on his headphones, comfortably placing the headgear on his ears then adjusted the volume on the song playing. He was a moderately a fair distance away from Green busily checking the contents of his backpack to fish out his phone, curiously Red craned his neck to inspect Green's strangeness for approaching him in the first place.

The last minute of the day usually entailed many students crowding near the door, their minds screaming at the clock to "ring already!" It was quite the headache when his desk was nearby the crowd, oddly he felt relaxed to listen to Red repeating the lyrics of some song on his iPod despite the rowdy noise of the students beside them: 'Fallin' faster, barely breathing, give me somethin' to believe in.'

Red pushed his headphones away from his ears, parting his focus from the pavement to his house a relatively short distance away.

Finally home.

His day may have been the absolute worst but at least he was able to return to his soothingly calm household where his mother would be preparing him a light meal before she kissed him goodbye to depart for her part-time job. As he entered his house and passed through the living room, haphazardly tossing his messenger bag on the sofa, he trudged unhurriedly to the kitchen in a lighter mood despite the unnecessary stress he felt throughout the day. Pikachu was nibbling on several seeds and vegetables on its tiny saucer, in its possession was a single seed the animal dropped entirely to scramble energetically from its bucket, around its saucer—since his mother had such a heart for Pikachu she bought a bucket to situate on the empty kitchen seat to provide an elevation for the creature to eat at the table level like an equal—and skitter towards Red's open palm.

"How was school?" his mother asked sweetly, in her hands she was fumbling with her keys. She locked her eyes with the hair clips on her son's fringes but refrained from posing a question.

Pikachu crawled on the sleeve of his hoodie; it sniffed around midway then promptly continued its trek to rest soundly on its owner's shoulder, in turn Red raised a finger to scratch behind Pikachu's ears.

"It could have been better," he told her collectively, his tone assuring her his minor situation was nothing to fret about.

"Gramps, sis, I'm home! Who's got some food ready? I'm starving!" he announced ceremoniously upon entering his house—Green really needed to assert the importance of keeping the door closed at all time. For all the occasions his grandfather was rushing around the house with books and loose documents nearly slipping from its manila folders Oak had a troubling time to ensure the door was locked—at first not a soul responded, frowning he hung his backpack on the coat stand, his footsteps echoing on the hollow floorboard.

Then a distant female voice from upstairs greeted him, evidently preoccupied organizing or designing new clothes for Eevee upstairs to properly exit her room to greet her sibling, not that Green minded. He did mind when his beloved Eevee would be skittering around the house in staggeringly bright neon pink ponchos or ruffled pink sweaters or another polka-dotted ribbon for its tail. He also didn't mind because Daisy would not have the chance to pose any questions on the faint scratch marks on his face, leading to an awkward confrontation in an attempt to pry answers out of him. What would he say? He loved riling people's feathers while ignoring the consequences that include a murder-driven redhead more or less wanting the satisfaction of gouging his eyeballs from their sockets?

Anyway, Daisy needed to reread the certification for Eevee specifically addressing the sex of the creature: male. Not female.

Yet his sister insisted degrading Eevee further with cringing outfits. ("It's adorable!" she would always say.)

He prayed Daisy was merely grooming Eevee this time. Or drinking her tea, after all she would have a cup ready on her workspace next to the stack of papers she was working on for her thesis paper; she was well on her way to become a doctor! And with just enough time to prepare dinner for her family!

The brunet hissed at the sharp pang of pain forming on his leg, he was too delighted to see his fennec fox in one piece despite the animal clawing into his clothes and probably tearing his skin in the process. "Eves! You're okay!"

Daisy bellowed a "I heard that!" from upstairs.

"Stop procrastinating!" he retorted in good humor, briefly his verdant eyes scanned the empty first floor for any signs of his grandfather or the echoing footsteps the busy researcher produced in his tiring work schedule – no matter, Green would visit the ranch later to update the progress for his grandfather, he's been meaning to see the livestock somewhere today to keep himself informed of their behavioral patterns.

He carried Eevee in his arms to his bedroom, the little fox yipping and licking its owner's hand in its crave for attention and a treat, however his attention for the animal was ebbing away as he collapsed on his bed, exhaling loudly from briefly recapping his ordinary long day. "Remind me to clip your claws, Eevee. Jesus, they're like thorns."

Eevee yipped.

Green chuckled. "God, Eves, you wouldn't believe what I was suckered into," he informed Eevee even if the animal had not even the faintest idea of recognizing human speech. Drawing the crumpled piece of paper from his pocket, including his phone in his back pocket, he grinned eagerly dialing the number into his cell phone – this marked a fantastic success! If it simply took one day to have Red finally yield and give Green his number he could only manage his greatest triumphs to come in the next few weeks! The senior would reluctantly admit he was becoming steadily unsure whether Red would ever soften—oh! The first dial tone!—yet he safely assumed he smoothed the wrinkle of their initial awkward confrontation, thus regaining an unwavering confidence-

"Hello, this is not the person you are trying to call! You've reached the rejection hotline. Unfortunately the person who gave you this rejection hotline did not want you to have their real number. We know this sucks but don't be too devastated. So, why were you given a rejection hotline? Maybe you're not the person's type, note this could be: boring, dumb, annoying, arrogant, or just a general weirdo. Maybe you suffer from bad breath, body odor, or a nasty combination of the two. Maybe you just give off that creepy overbearing psycho stalker vibe. Maybe the idea of going out with you is just as appealing as playing leap frog with unicorns-"

He ended the call, surprisingly not angered or struck with disbelief but rather laughed breezily after chucking his phone on the pillow. "Son of a bitch…" he trailed off with a snicker, his verdant eyes fixed on the stark white ceiling, and absentmindedly he stroked the small fox resting beside his arm.

There was no trace of animosity in his words.

Red was too much for his own good!

A/N: I think with a push from Gold, Green would do anything for the lulz. Anything.
(Closest animal species to eevee. Yep. My friend owns one, it makes me feel so jelly. :u)
Mfw when somebody told me about the rejection hotline :'D The message they say does not belong to me (kinda mentioned in the disclaimer) but it's totally lulzy.

OHMYGOD. I LOVE YOU ALL. LIKE WORDS CANNOT EVEN BEGIN TO DESCRIBE- I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone with this chapter;; Maybe it's just me but…ugh. I (rly) can't even describe… Like that pitifully short scene with Silver;; Ahu, I tried ;~; THERE SHALL BE MORE. Eventually. Or something.

The new professor for BW2 looks like the lovechild of N and Cilan. I'm so srs.

Songs used:
I'm sexy and I know it by LMFAO
What's left of me by Nick Lachey