Blue woke up surprisingly early, and almost immediately noticed that she was sprawled across both Lyra's and her own sleeping bag. The second thing she noticed was Lyra snoozing peacefully, clutching Blue's foot with passion. She inwardly prayed that she hadn't drooled on her or anything, and slipped her leg away from her grasp. The brown haired girl didn't seem bothered, rolling over.

Standing up and stretching with a bit of a grunt, she looked to the couch. Red was sleeping peacefully, his face void of emotion. Deciding he wouldn't take kindly to her interrupting his sleep, she went to pester Green.

The gym leader of the Viridian Gym was hoping for a peaceful sleep, but with Blue around there was no possibility. Woken from a pleasant dream, he flailed as something- or someone- came crashing down on him. It ended up to be a someone, who was Blue. Shoving her off himself he growled several curses under his breath as she sat on his bed, whispering to him.

"Green! Green! Greeeeeee-" She breathed into his ear.

"GO AWAY. It's 3 AM. You're not supposed to send my day into a downward spiral until at least 8." He hissed, turning over to his side, more particularly the side away from her.

"You don't mean that," She huffed, "Besides, you can't make me go away." Sticking out her tongue at him, she messed around with his hair. With that he got up, pushed her out of his room, and locked the door, all the while with her protesting. Blue jiggled the doorknob a bit. It was most definitely locked. Oh well.

Black awoke to whispering in his ear. "Black. Black. Hey, Blackkk. Your hair is really messy." Blinking once, he turned to see a figure crouching by his bedside. His brain comprehended his surroundings quickly after that. He screamed so loudly that people in Jhoto could've heard.

"What the fuck?" Blue threw her hand over his mouth, releasing once he stopped. "Why'd you go and scream you idiot!" With that she smacked him upside the head as he propped himself up on a shoulder.

"Blue?" Black asked, a bit confused. He rubbed the back of his head painfully.

"BLUE!" Green yelled angrily from his room. She flinched.

"Damn, I'm so popular." She stood, running out his bedroom, stopped and glared at him. "You're lucky I let you off so easy!" And with that she had run out of his line of vision into the front room. Green was seen sprinting through the hall next in pursuit, leaving a very confused Black behind.

Blue raced past Red and Lyra (Lyra looking curious and Red looking slightly annoyed) but not before snatching Lyra's blanket with an 'I NEED THIS K THANKS.'

She was then out the door and running into the night. Green was close on her tail, not bothering to get a jacket, and rocketed after her. Unlike Blue, who always seemed to wear shoes to bed, Green was going hardcore barefoot.

"…What just happened?" Lyra asked to no one in particular. She got no response from Red at first; who was staring intensely at the front door. Finally he shrugged. They sat quietly for a second. Lyra lied down on top of the sleeping bags once again, realizing it was still about four in the morning, and sighed. Suddenly a gentle hand touched Lyra's shoulder, draping a blanket over her. She jumped a bit and looked up, to see a serious looking Red. "O-Oh. Thanks, Red." He retreated to the couch with a nod, and they both resumed their dreaming.

It was almost midday when someone woke Lyra. She was collapsed on the floor, sleeping, when the door swung open, confident steps echoing through the house. The person unpleasantly shook her awake, and she groaned as her eyes adjusted to the light. Someone with blazing hair was standing over her with what it looked like a very serious face. "Lyra? Why are you here?" The voice… it was familiar. She blinked, and her eyes confirmed her hunch.

"Silver…?" She asked sleepily. He snorted at the half-asleep girl.

"Yeah, idiot. Black didn't say anything about you being here, though."

"…What? Why'd Black tell you to come here?" She sat up and tilted her head to the side.

"He didn't. He just … Had an interesting Facebook status that I came to investigate." Silver glanced away and scanned the room, apparently not seeing what he was looking for. "Heh."

"What did he say?" Lyra inquired with a confused look on her face. Silver wasn't the type of person to waste time. Being his rival, she knew he wouldn't go all the way up to Mount Silver for just any reason.

"It sounded stupid the way he wrote it, but apparently he found the 'Legendary Trainer' Red." Silver rolled his eyes, quoting with his fingers. "I told him he was full of BS, but he said that he'd bet his Kyurem on it."

Lyra mumbled something about it not being her problem before tossing a stray TV controller at his leg. "Go away, Silver. You're never any fun."

He eyed her spitefully, and went further into the house. "Where's Black? I want my legendary Pokemon."

"You won't get it." She mumbled into her pillow casually.

"…What?"

"You won't get a legendary Pokemon, Silver, at least not today." She replied, propping herself up onto her elbows. She had a complete poker face on.

He blinked vacantly, staring at her attentively. "You mean-

"Yeah, we found him alright." She smiled at him smugly. "And I know you were hoping for him to be right the whole time. Maybe even more then a legendary?" He scowled. "I can tell because I want the same thing- to battle the Pokemon Master."

His frown turned into a slightly sheepish smile, and he shrugged his shoulders. "You were always good at figuring me out, damn girl." She lifted her chin proudly in response.

"He's not here, now, though, I think he went out an hour ago." She rubbed her chin thoughtfully. "That does seem a bit long for someone who can't even beat me in arm wrestling, huh?" Silver knew from experience how pathetic Lyra's upper body strength was. It was like arm wrestling a nine-year-old.

"… We should go look for him, then, right?" Silver asked. "Go get Black's lazy ass out of bed and we'll leave."

"Silver, you're so manly, taking control of a drastic situation~" Lyra teased sarcastically as she trotted off to get the Unova trainer. Silver fumed in the front room. Lyra thought Silver was nothing close to manly, and Silver thought Lyra's sarcastic jokes were nowhere close to tolerable.

. . .

A hectic morning it was.