"...What—" Silver blurted out as he sat on a nearby tree at Viridian Forest. He shifted uncomfortably under the stares of his whole Pokémon team.
All five out of his six Pokémon smirked at their trainer. Weavile crossed his arms as he chuckled; Feraligatr smiled stupidly, yet had that mischievous glint in his eyes; Gengar floated about around him as he smiled widely; Magneton's three eyes kept staring at the redhead in approval; and Honchkrow covered his mouth with his somewhat large wing, fighting back a taunting laugh. The only one that was confused was the little Growlithe that calmly sat on his haunches, wagging his fluffy tail about. He had merely joined Silver's team after said redhead had seen the fire-type's impressive Flamethrower (yet Silver had concluded that it was bred since it was at level twelve) and scared off a wild Stantler with a somewhat powerful Roar.
Silver stared at all of his team, groaning to himself. They haven't stopped teasing him about Lyra ever since the little incident at Victory Road. He had to oh-so-happen 'make sure' that the nurse had carefully taken care of the pigtailed brunette. Lyra had being limping about afterwards, but nonetheless, walked into the Pokémon League hall to battle the Elite Four, then the champion.
His fully evolved water type starter chuckled even more to himself, poking Silver. 'You miss her!~'
"Shut up," he hissed, crossing his arms and scoffed. The redhead mentally smacked himself as he felt his cheeks growing somewhat hot at the thought of his rival...
'Hehehe,' Gengar laughed very ghost-like, clapping its little paw-like hands together. 'She makes you go crazy, Master Silver.'
Honchkrow chirped out happily. 'Don't you worry, Silver! Honchkrow shall fly you out on you and Miss Lyra's first date!'
The redhead almost choked on his spit as he glowered at his flying type. "Honchkrow, dammit!"
'Whaaaattt?' he replied with no shame whatsoever.
Silver growled a bit as he looked down at his gloved hands. "I don't—"
All of his Pokémon groaned loudly, getting tired of their trainer's denial towards the brunette. Magneton slowly hovered to Silver, staring blankly. 'Master Silver... Can you not.'
'Seriously,' Weavile said with no emotion, shaking his head. 'Get with the program here, you idiot. I'm not losing my Razor Claw because of your stubbornness.'
The boy looked at them all once again, running a hand through his hair. "I'm not an idiot," he scolded, glaring at Weavile.
'Yes you are. You keep sayin' you don't like her when you do!' The ice type poked Silver tauntingly. 'We can ALL see it. Even the new one over there.' He pointed over to Growlithe for emphasis.
"Stupid Pokémon," the teen commented, closing his eyes. "He doesn't even—"
Growlithe waddled over casually, barking. 'You say her name a lot.' He smiled, wagging his tail about. 'Lyra. She sounds nice from what I've heard!'
Silver sweatdropped at him, thumping his head against the tree. "You guys are all hopeless."
'You're the hopeless one since you won't step up to claim her!~' Weavile sang out, laughing. 'You gotta take her, before someone else does!~'
"..." The redhead slowly looked at him with jealously and a dangerous glint in his eyes. He immediately recalled each one of them and stormed off towards Pewter City, cursing. "Someone else taking her. Please." He laughed bitterly at the thought to himself, grasping at his fist. "She's mine."