Tweaked the backstory and slightly lowered the ages. You'll see a few differences in this chapter as a result, plus I renamed the Angel City Museum of Art to the Calvanian Museum of Art.
Rosa's Renaissance takes place between this chapter and the previous one.
Chapter 39: Tranquility, Tenderness, and Trolling
Hilda stands by while Rosa record herself finishing up her latest oil painting, the duo within the patio in Valen's backward. Hilda loves seeing her bestie brimming with confidence over her work. The plot twist of is this play is Rosa's already started planning more paintings. In fact, Rosa took a break from this painting to paint a fresco for her, her first one within Calvana. It'll take time to dry, but the fun and fetching Unovan Queens have won yet again.
Rosa's not the only one who's been busy. In the week that's followed since everyone joined her at that awesome arena, Expert Planner Hilda been finishing up event preparations and curing dull days. Valen's been trying to finish his book before the week ends. Her mind flashes his precious smile, causing her to place her left hand over her heart. It's coming, her wish is coming true. Her gut's been telling her that, plus she fully trusts him.
Hilda clasps her hands behind her back, watching Rosa hum while spinning the paintbrush. Her eyes follow the paintbrush as her bestie dips it into the black paint seconds later. She watches Rosa move the brush with precision as she finishes up painting the Aggron within her oil painting.
Hilda sees that Rosa's finished with the painting, so she steps closer for a better look. Her eyes meet the eyes of the proudly roaring Aggron depicted in the middle, the male trainer with the cool looking cape standing in front of it. Aron and Lairon are on the trainer's left and right respectively.
"It'll take a few days to dry, but all of you will see it in detail once it does!" Rosa raises her right index and ring fingers. "Until next time!" she waves. "Wherever Rosa goes, smiles follow!" She darts towards the camera to end the recording.
"You rock!" Hilda grabs Rosa's hand, both bouncing around like pogo sticks.
"Nooooo, we rock!" Rosa makes Hilda twirl twice with her. "Nooooow, I think it's about time we hand out more free smiles!"
"Let's gooooooooooo!" Hilda throws her Fantina Vuitton bag into the air, only for everything but her cell phone to fall on top of her. "I didn't think this through!" Her Trainer ID, her pocket-sized book on all things board gaming, her pocket photo album of adorable Valda moments, her trainer trading cards of Rosa and herself, even her Eevee Rangers medallion! All just came crashing down on her like Gladion onto the sofa! Failing to win tickets to Oblivion Wing's concert in Alola made him even edgier, if that's even possible.
"Hahahahahahaha, we're soooooo similar!" Rosa clutches her ribs, nearly toppling as she tears up.
Now that the klutz put everything back inside of her back, it's time for a motivational message from the Unovan Queens. Out come Rosa's cell phone, because even she's not kooky enough to try teaching a bag how to fly. Their standard back-to-back pose is set, each holding up two fingers in front of their foreheads. It's time to hit the play button and rock social media for the gazillionth time.
"We will be heroes!" Rosa and Hilda wink, running into the house. "We can make the whole world smile if we try!" They raise their right fists. "Besties forever, that's you and I!" Both envision the floor as a stage as they drop onto their knees. "We will be heroes, yeah yeah yeah yeah!"
Hilda and Rosa trot up the staircase, the latter discussing a matter over the phone.
"Awesomeeeeeeee!" Hilda's eyes gleam, her grinning mouth exposing her teeth. "You won't be disappointed by him!" Hilda hangs up the phone, then exchanges a high five with Rosa.
"You've gotten him an art history gig!" Rosa clasps her hands next to her right cheek. "Woo-hoo!"
"I'm not just the founder and president of the BW Agency." Hilda's smile turns into an ear-to-ear grin. "I'm also eager to take on the Calvanian pro circuit again!"
"In that case, have fun losing to me again." Rosa giggles, patting Hilda's back. "Don't worry, I'll hug you afterwards.
"Girl please." Hilda playfully scoffs, waving her left hand. "You know you'll never be on my level." she titters. "We all know I'm the real queen."
"Come back to reality." Rosa folds her arms, tilting her head back. "You need to accept that I'm the real queen."
"I guess we'll see what happens if we end up facing each other in battle." Hilda places her right hand in front of her grinning mouth.
Both realize that they nearly walked past the master bedroom, but something doesn't feel right. Why isn't Valen being his silly self?
A peek inside the room reveals that awful sight-Valen looking distressed. He's got a face devoid of joy as he stares blankly at the black ceiling.
"...Sweetie?" Rosa takes a few steps into the room, the halts. "Are you...okay?"
Hilda peeks above Rosa's right shoulder. "Val-Val, please talk to us."
"I have something to confess to you, Rosa." He stops himself from rocking back and forth.
"...What is it?" She's got a bad feeling about this.
Valen feels a knot in his stomach, but he can't back away from this. "I was afraid that you'd leave me behind and return to Unova." He wipes his eyes, feeling them becoming moist. "That's another reason why I was scared to call."
Rosa gasps, a silence befalling the room afterwards. No, that can't be right. He knows she'd never do that to him. She takes a deep breath, slowly approaching him. No more pain, no more tears, no more agony. She was beating herself up for not being there when he really needed her. That's not the case anymore, not when a river of strength's flowing within her.
"I was disgusted at myself for thinking such a selfish thought." The soothing sensation of Rosa's gentle touch on his right cheek makes him feel calmer.
"You know that I would never leave you behind like that," she whispers into his right ear. "You were confused, but you've managed to pushed through."
Valen's sorrowful gaze meets the tenderness of Rosa's eyes. "Rosa….you…I'm sorry-"
"I have something to confess too," she tells him. "I strongly believe that you struggled to change because you never changed in the first place." She gently grasps his left hand with her right hand. "The real you went dormant, but he never left."
He's been wrong multiple times, but this one may've caused the biggest Shock Wave of them all. Is this really happening? Is this true, has he really been the same this entire time?
"There was one voice I missed dearly, but I always had faith that I'd hear it again." Rosa rests her right hand on his left hand. "I did."
Hilda glances down at her diamond-lace necklace, her glittering eyes fixated on the ruby engraved with a flexing Emboar. Rosa's right, he never changed at all. He wouldn't have gotten her such a lovely gift if he had. All Rosa and her want from him is a smile, yet this is how far he's willing to go to make them happy.
Rosa glances down at her necklace too, gently grasping the emerald engraved with a coiled up Serperior. Hilda and her don't need to state that they view their necklaces as an extension of how much he loves them. He's always with them in their hearts, no matter where they are within this vast world.
Valen gets off of his bed, wrapping his right arm around Rosa's midsection. He kisses the top of her head, then he saunters towards the large coupled window. "The sun rose on my future, and I have to grab it with both hands." He gives Rosa and Hilda a tender smile. "I realized that I've been going at this all wrong." He closes his eyes. "Everybody's different." His smile becomes a grin. "For me, I don't think I can ease into a vee without it being official first."
Hilda lets out the loudest happy gasp she can, tears of joy filling up her eyes. "Val-Val, you came around!" she squeals. "I knew you would!" She darts towards Valen, tackling him onto the bed.
Valen attempts to get back up, but Hilda pins him down with her elbows and knees. He blushes as she gives him a sultry smile and wink. Oh no, she's so pretty, she's so easy on the eyes! Rosa and Hilda are living embodiments of perfection, and Rosa's approaching him like a prowling Pyroar! Why does these two have to be so pretty and cute and perfect and everything?!
Hilda's smile becomes tender. "When the going gets tough, picture your dreams." She rests her forehead on his forehead, staring deep into his eyes with adoration. "Picture what makes you Valen." Her voice emits a soothing, almost lullaby-like tone. "Live each day to the fullest extent." She kisses him on the lips. "I had to keep going, I had to carry on. I did it for everybody's sake, mine included."
Valen goes quiet, wondering if she's also trying to jog his memory. Two teenagers, two seats, him asking Hilda to tell her about herself, that was their first of many deep conversations.
"I still want everybody to see me as Hilda, and my dreams and goals haven't changed." Hilda's words snap him back into focus. "But I had another wish too, a wish that meant the world to me." She rests her left palm on the top of his right hand. "That wish came true."
"…..I'm proud." Rosa smiles, her eyes watering up. "I'm so proud of both of you." she sniffles. "You made sure that nothing could tear you two apart." She wraps her arms around their necks. "'Friendship and love are not a magic wand, but the most powerful of bonds are stronger than diamond,'" she quotes. "One of my favorite lines from any play ever."
"Oh, right." Valen grabs his phone. "I forgot that Melanie asked if we can come over later today."
"Of course we can!" They cheer, giving Valen the widest grins possible. "Make sure you keep a smile on your face!"
He laughs as he enters his text messages. After he replies to Melanie, he places his phone next to his upper right leg. He reaches towards the round carved walnut table and grabs the two books he was reading earlier.
"Thy queen's finished the oil painting!" Rosa clasps her hands next to her right cheek, slightly lifting up her left foot. "Tee-hee, I'm gonna start another as soon as possible!"
"Good job." Valen rubs her head. "What do you have in mind?"
"Uh uh uh." Rosa clicks her teeth three times, wagging her right index finger. "It's a surprise." She playfully winks. "Big boy."
Hilda titters, then she notices the cover of the large paperback Valen's reading. "Rosa, that art and psychology book still your mom's favorite?"
"You better believe it is." She closes her eyes, a beaming smile appearing on her face. "Valey, I still remember when she caught you reading
Art, Illusion, and Psychology." she giggles. "She made my face so red by telling me that you're boyfriend material." She clasps her hands next to her right cheek. "She was kidding, but she was also something!"
"Indeed, because she was right." He proudly smirks upon hearing Rosa and Hilda laugh. "Besides, my mom did the same thing by calling you girlfriend material."
Hilda spots his open laptop, noting that he was typing something prior. "I forgot that you started a second book just for fun." She places her right thumb and index finger on her chin. "Looks like you're pretty far into it."
"I started to compile the research into writing, it." he shrugs. "With the first one nearing completion, why not resume the second one?"
Rosa inches closer, causing Valen to nearly blush. "Ooooooh, I remember this one," she says. "It's an art history book on art history books."
"Heeeeey!" Hilda blurts out, having realized that Valen's got a folder opened. "He finished that first book!"
"That's awesomeeeeeeeeee!" Rosa cheers, closing her eyes. "Good job, sweetie!"
Valen's face reddens when he realizes that Hilda's now behind him, her arms wrapped around his midsection and the right side of her head resting on his upper back. Rosa's kneeling on his right, her arms wrapped about his neck.
Hilda does the Eelektross Slide with her arms. As her arms snuggle around Valen's neck, she plops her lips on his, Hehe, she can finally do this more often again. Another win for Unova's liveliest and prettiest entrepreneur! Make that two, his gentle touch on her back is always a win.
"Hey now, I never said-"
Another kiss from Hilda silences his dissent. She goes into free fall mode, tittering as he catches her. He may as well have an impromptu kissing session with his second queen. Their lips meet, the intensity increasing.
Not even a minute has passed when Rosa feels Valen's hands on her back, his lips massaging hers. She wastes no time in sliding her arms around his neck, using Mirror Move to return his Sweet Kiss attack. Wait, is her sweetie blushing again? Of course he is, but he should know that he's a lucky booooy.
The front steps creak as Valen walks down them, Rosa and Hilda trotting out seconds later. As Rosa closes the door and locks it with her key, both Hilda and her give Valen beaming grins. The real him always kept his word, and that phone call is proof of that
"Thanks for keeping in touch!" Serena's gleeful tone can be heard by Rosa and Hilda. "I really love talking to you!"
"Same here, but where's Calem?" Valen asks. "He's our friend too."
"I'm not here!" Calem's voice can be heard in the background. "She wants me to enter a musical again!"
"He lost to me in a battle," Serena explains. "If I won, he had to enter a musical." she chuckles. "If he won, I'd go with him to the Lumiose Aerospace Museum."
As he waits for Calem and Serena to either stop bickering and/or kiss, he sees the young mother and her son who live down the street waving at him. He returns the wave, musing that the red Toyoda Supra the mom's driving is still a sweet looking car.
Serena finally returns to the call, her running emitting through the speaker. "I'm applying for a fashion designer apprenticeship with Guzmani, and Calvana's one of the regions I'm applying to." Her tone increases in pitch. "Don't forget your promise, alright?"
"Yeah yeah yeah, I'll wear a tux that you designed for a contest." What gentleman say no to a belle amie?
"Sweetness, thanks bestie!"
"Wait, what about Calem?" Valen raises his right eyebrow. "Pro circuit and the Sennington Institute?"
"You got it right!" she cheers. "I gotta go eat lunch, so talk to you soon!"
"See you, Serena." The call ends afterwards, and Valen places his phone within the right pocket of his black Guzmani pants.
Rosa and Hilda deviously stare at each other, their minds in-sync. Calem and Serena are similar to Kris and Silver, but are better at concealing it. Or are they? They'll find out soon enough.
"We're picking up where left off, so get ready for Expert Manager Hilda's full power!" She raises her right fist above her head. "We're gonna show the world that we're born to be winners!"
"Well, both of you do put the fine in fine arts." Valen winks, clicking a tooth. "Let's start with the cutest, hottest, and liveliest contemporary painter."
"Oh stop it." Rosa giggles, her voice high-pitched. "Must you always try to make me blush?" She waving her hand in a playful and dismissive manner.
"Yes." He turns his body towards Hilda, picturing her in the rolling chair she was sitting in when he met her in her office. "If your skills are on par with how beautiful you are, then you're definitely the best person for the job."
"Kyaaaaa, he said it!" Hilda jumps up and down. "He said it! He said it! He said it!"
She knew he was something from when she saw him partaking in one of those acting courses hosted by her mom and her. For a thirteen year old boy, he already had the charm of a dashing actor.
"By the way, Unova and Calvana are easy to hop back and forth between." Rosa wags her left index finger. "That means double the smiles!" Her eyes sparkle as she twirls five times. "I would twirl fifteen times to celebrate fifteen years of being besties, but Rosa might hurt herself in her confusion afterwards!"
"I got the point, you kooky ball of fluff." Out of the corner of his eye, Valen notices his elderly neighbor is taking a walk.
"Morning, Valen." Mr. William smiles. "Rosa, Hilda." He pats his Raichu's head as the elderly Pokemon lets out a hoarse cry to say hi himself. "Have a great day, you three!"
Rosa, Hilda, and Valen wave at the duo, watching them resume their early afternoon walk.
"Oh, don't forget that we need to turn this house into our own humongous art exhibit and library!" Rosa shoves her cell phone closer to Valen's face, the Notes app already open. "The queen wants to add lots and lots and lots and lots of additional pieces to her castle's interior!"
"Let's see-" Valen keenly studies her giant list. "More Art Nouveau ceramics, more vintage furniture, a print of any Taizhou landscape painting, a Tobias Cole painting, a Wesley Homer painting, an Arnold Van Dyck-" Valen wraps his arms around Rosa's midsection, hoisting her up. "Heh." His forehead touches her forehead. "Van Dyck's
Portrait of Champion Rosalina Vervloet, right?"
"Yeeeep!" Rosa drums her toes on Valen's legs.
The trio make their way onto the sidewalk, with Rosa deciding to jump onto Valen's back. Good ol' ball of fluff, he muses as he faintly blushes. Speaking of Taizhou landscape painting, he'd love to see her dabble in ink painting again.
Valen wraps his arms around Hilda and Rosa's waists, holding them tightly as they bask in the congratulatory reactions from Melanie and the others. They can't help but wonder if Melanie had a sixth sense about this, but Valen
did promise that they'd come over four days ago.
Rui fist bumps each of them at a time. "Ya girl's got ya back." She holds up her index and ring fingers, sticking her tongue out. "That's how it's supposed to be!" Her boastful voice carries a catchy melodious tone. "This vee's kicking ass like it's supposed to be, ooooh!"
"This is so totally awesome!" Melanie's gleaming eyes fixate on the trio. "It's now an OT3, I love writing OT3s within my fandoms!"
Arthur taps his chin, his eyebrows squishing together. "What's an OT3?" Why must she keep using these peculiar terms?
Melanie groans, her unamused glare meeting Arthur's perplexed stare. "Arthur, I told you to get with the times." Melanie places her hands on her hips. "This is getting old, like
really old."
Silver fist bumps with all three at once, then he places his right thumb and index finger on his chin. Valen's really smooth with the ladies, and he hit it off with Kris from the start when they chatted in the mall. He's a troll, but would he be willing to be his wingman-get a grip! Kris is your
friend, not your girlfriend. Pffft, as if
that will ever happen.
"The sculpture's done." Jacques folds his arms, brimming with pride. "It'll be at your house within a day or two, so consider it a vee present." Has his cugino already seen that he refunded the payment earlier today? Valen should know that doesn't want money when a family member's the patron.
"Come on, everybody needs to take a seat!" Hilda slaps her hands repeatedly. "Melanie won't do this, so I'm doing it for her!" Her grin grows wider as she watches everybody take a seat, trotting to join Rosa and Valen.
Valen's always loved the fact that Melanie's living room is set up like a lounge area, one that's fitting for an aspiring writer and avid reader. The upholstery of her four three-seater sofas bear the same intriguing two-tone color scheme: a rosewood frame finished in darker brown vinyl combined with vibrant orange fabric. She wanted to arrange them in a rectangular formation, plus there's a lone chair for her that she used to call her throne.
Her six walnut bookcases are jam packed with numerous fiction and nonfiction titles. Her wall's decorated with posters, including the original Art Nouveau posters he got her alongside the necklace. He signed them under the moniker of Le Faucher Noir for extra happiness.
"It's trivia game time!" Hilda claps her hands several times, her eyes glittering. "We're going to combine this trivia game with truth or dare!"
"I'll go first!" Hilda directs her gaze towards Silver. "Truth or dare?"
"Both." Silver smugly smirks. "I can handle a truth
and a dare." He's tough, he can handle anything.
"Tell me about a dream you once had." Hilda wags her right index finger. "Don't try to hide any details, silly."
"I once dreamt that a Cresselia told me that I must seek out Lyra to discover the true meaning of power." That was the last time he drank hot sauce straight from the bottle before bedtime.
"Wait a minute, this loosely sounds like the play Explorers of Time, Darkness, and Sky." Rosa points her right hand sideways, sticking her thumb out. "I think you cried during one of its film adaptations."
"Valen, Calem, and Gladion cried too," Melanie points out, playfully tapping the top of Valen's head.
"I have no comment." Silver closes his eyes and turns his head away from everyone. "It's not like I needed a hug afterwards." He was
obviously indifferent to Kris hugging him.
"Truth or dare," Melanie teases Valen. "You already know what I'm going to ask."
Valen attempts to hide his reddened face with his palms. "It was really heart-wrenching, okay?!" His face reddens even more when Melanie inches closer to him. "I know what you're going to say, and it's not true!"
"Yes it is." Melanie chuckles. "I dare you to hug me." she winks. "My house, my rules." She wraps her arms around her neck.
Valen rests his left on Melanie's back, running his right hand through her hair. At least got a nice hug out of this, this warmth being a soothing massage of sorts. That's the silver lining of enduring the
clearly false notion that he's cute.
"Hilda, I dare you to tell me what your starter was." Rui's heard that Hilda didn't start with any of the main trio within Unova.
"That would be Eevee!" Hilda folds her hands in front of her right shoulder. "Go go Eevee Rangers!" She raises her right fist upwards. "Super awesome Eevee Rangers!" Still the catchiest cartoon opening.
"Truth or dare?" Rui asks Valen, just as Melanie and him release each other.
"I'll go with truth," Valen answers. "Gimme what you got."
"Tell me how long you've known Rosa, Hilda, and Melanie." They're all twenty two, she wants to see how long they've been a rad team.
"Well, Melanie and I have been friends for seventeen years," he explains. "Rosa and I have over fifteen years of friendship under our belt." He gives Hilda a noogie, making her titter. "Her and I are pushing nine years." A forehead bop isn't enough to stop the noogie.
Rosa compares her response to what Melanie told her to the determination she's got now. She also compares Melanie's pained expression from that moment to the teasing smile she's currently giving Valen. Push forward, they all need to keep pushing forward.
"What about Silver?" Rui's question for Valen brings Rosa back into the present.
"Eight years." Two more bops ends his noogie session.
"It's so rad that you've known them since childhood and teens!" Rui glances northwest towards Rosa. "Truth or dare?"
"I know where this is going." Rosa blows a kiss at Valen. "Five and a half years of romance." Just staring at each other is making her sweetie and her have big adorable grin. Hilda's in the same boat, and now they can all be together under one roof! They'll have loads more fun every single day!
Rui waves her left hand in Rosa's face, both giggling. "You didn't pick, so you have to answer the second one." Rui places her palms in front of her cheeks, extending both pairs of index and ring fingers. "I dare you to make me jealous." She sticks her tongue out. "Come on, bring it."
Rosa wags her right index finger. "Tsk tsk tsk, be careful what you wish for." she giggles. "My sweetie's a good cook."
Rui uses her Glare attack on the red-haired brooder sitting across from her. Now she gets it, now she gets why Kris gets both happy and annoyed whenever she sees Rosa share home cooking on Glaliebook and Smearglegram. Learn to be a gentleman, tomato noodle hair ass.
Silver smacks his face with both palms. For the love of Lugia, why's it always him who has to put up with this trash? At least make him face Koga's Garbodor so he can battle a strong opponent.
"Silver, look at me
this instant." Rui places her hands on her hips. "Do
not make me come over there and use Close Combat on your brooding ass."
Forgot Rui, why can't these smarty science people reach a conclusion about how Trubbish and Garbodor came to be? Make up your minds already, you bunch of Slakoths.
"What do you have to say for yourself, Super Brooder?" Rui uses Mean Look, but it doesn't affect Silver.
"Sorry, I'm now too busy staring at this Johto poster on the wall," he answers. "But two's enough."
This Art Nouveau poster depicting Lugia and Ho-oh is a hundred times more interesting than Rui's nonsense. Silver knows about the Johtoian Art Exhibition in Kalos, he knows all about the year 1877. He knows about artists like Sesshū Toju, Akizuki Hiroshige and Kamakura Hokusai. Mhm, he definitely knows about all of this. Not trying to hide anything, no siree.
"Two?" Valen rapidly blinks. "Who's the second?" Silver's definitely not answering that question.
Rosa leans closer to his right ear, whispering, "There's this woman named Lyra who acts very similar to Kris."
Valen deviously grins, his favorite kooks already knowing what he's plotting. First, Rosa and him want to move onto the art and history questions.
Rosa faintly giggles, then turns her attention towards the others. "Grrrr, feel Rosa's power!" She roars with a daffily smile. "Hilda, Melanie, name three of the oldest structures within the Hoenn region!"
"Aieeeeeeeeeeee, she's onto us!" Hilda jerks backwards into the sofa's headrest. "I don't remember that one!"
"Onto
you, because I study for these more than you do." Melanie chuckles, her confident gaze moving towards Rosa. "A ziggurat for Kyogre, a ziggurat for Groudon, and a ziggurat for Rayquaza." She runs her right hand through her elbow length black hair. "They're in northwest Hoenn, within the ruins of the Draconids' main city."
"Good job!" A high five from Panting Queen Rosa has been earned!
"Val-Val, ask something!" Hilda folds her palms together. "You have to participate too!"
"Alright, you win." He eyes everybody from left to right. "Who's the architect behind the Hearthome Cathedral?"
"Jaxon Loughborough Rowan." Hilda winks, wagging her right ring finger. "I warned you that I'm still the queen of trivia games, didn't I?
"Actually, I am." Melanie chuckles, receiving an elbow jab to her side.
Valen wants to see Melanie kick more butt. "Tell me who's credited for paving the way for Orre's domestic art."
"James Gaton and his kids," she answers. "Thomas, Harold, and Mary." She runs her left hand through her hair. "Painter, sculptor, and architect respectively." A high five with Valen follows.
"Name four Impressionists, including one from Unova."
"Not a problem, cugino." Jacques holds up four left fingers. "Isaac Whitley, one of your predecessors who migrated to Unova from the Ériu region, was the figurehead of Unovan Impressionism," he states as he brings his index finger down. "He trained under Caldre Monet, Paul Renoir, and Carlo Pissarro."
"Humph, guess I'll join in." Silver shrugs, flashing an amused grin. "Which car I want at least eight of?"
"Cheveron Corvette, at least one of each from C1 to C8," Valen answers. "Gimme another one."
Silver notices two books on dialogue placed on Melanie's writing desk. "Valen, I dare you to state how many books you own as of right now." Silver forgot that this is actually kinda fun.
"One hundred and seventy seven." Pats from Rosa and Melanie is all he needs in response. More books would be awesome too.
"Plus an extra fifty eight thanks to Roooosa!" It's
their books, because team.
"SERIOUSLY?!" Everybody else blurts out, minus Silver and his gaping mouth.
"No such thing as too many books!" Rosa, Melanie, and Valen fist bump.
"Hehe, I bet none of you can't tell me what movie Lance played Crobatman in!" Hilda tilts her head leftwards, her face glowing.
"The Salamence & Crobat Knight, as per his requirement before making the deal." Rosa folds her arms, tilting her head back.
Silver realizes that Valen and his two girlfriends are looking at him. He jerks his body backwards when realizes what's about to happen. They better not go down that road again.
"Do you like Lyra more now?" Hilda's amused voice increases in pitch. "Last I checked, she's into muscle cars too."
Silver takes a heavy deep breath, his refusal to answer making Rosa giggle. The good news is that instead of lame ass fashion and shopping talk, Lyra's been blabbing about how her dad gave her the keys to the family's 1969 Fard Ponyta Mach 1. He was in the passenger's seat when Lyra decided to rev up the beast of a big block V8. Gotta love that sweet 428 Arbok Jet lurking under the hood. He loves it even more now because it made those two tumble into each other.
"Or do you still crush on Kris?" Hilda titters, scooting towards Silver's right as he snaps back into focus. She titters again upon since his face faintly redden. "You do." She inches her mouth closer to his right ear, whispering, "You once used the classic 'I have a friend' cover story so you could learn how to ask a girl out."
No, not that one! Silver wants to hide behind the sofa, just like he did after he got sold out by Gladion over trying to ask Kris out. Stupid Gladion and his stupid peripheral vision and his stupid edginess and his stupid everything!
"Soooooo, we're going down that road?" Rosa opens her mouth, pointing her right hand sideways under her chin and sticking her thumb out. "I seem to recall you attempting a dance called the Clefable Moonwalk to try and impress Kris."
Silver's eyes widen immensely, his face redder than his Arcanine's Fire Blast attack. No more bets, absolutely no more bets. That dance, that damn dancing he had to do because Kris had the most heart melting smile when she requested him to dance with her. Even worse, The Gladion Menace was present.
"Didn't you once ask Rosa and I about art in a half-assed attempt to woo her? Valen asks, snickering with Rosa. "That led to Rembrandt's
Darkrai Lurking spooking you."
Silver grumbles like Gladion forgot to return his Papa Pinsir CD again. Why do they do this to him? Kris loves the artwork of this Rembrandt guy, yet he had to sleep with a nightlight on upon trying to study his work. How many toilets got clogged within the Alkmaardam region during the seventeenth century? Not to mention he was stumped by this Jacob Pollock guy's work, but at least that first kiss from Kris was nice. He was
obviously indifferent to it, but that was nice of her.
"I'm all ears." Rui's grinning mouth bears her teeth. "Time to fess up, Super Brooder."
Silver shakes any notion of romance from his mind. "What part of 'Kris and I are just friends' do you two not understand?!" He rockets out of the sofa, nearly tumbling face first onto the carpet.
"We all know you find Kris cute and have a crush on her." Valen shrugs with a lopsided grin. "You act the same way I acted around Rosa."
"KRIS AND I ARE JUST FRIENDS, DAMMIT!" Silver shouts like a Loudred, his face redder than his hair. This time, he's not so lucky. He clenches his teeth as he goes tumbling onto the carpet, his loud grunt echoing within the living room.
Valen's Gengar, Rosa's Serperior, Melanie's Swampert, Hilda's Umbreon, Rui's Lycanroc, Arthur's Raichu, and Jacques' Greninja converge onto Silver, ready to roast him to Groudon's lair and back. Much to Silver's dismay, his Crobat joins the seven.
Greninja wonder if this is that the humans mean by falling head over heels, while Serperior chuckles at the sight of big tough Silver being taken down a notch. Raichu tells Lycanroc that Silver just got quite the shock, sharing a laugh with the red-eyed canine.
Umbreon silently snickers that Grumpy Dumpty had a big fall. Gengar's seen this on television, but it looks like Kris will have to wake up Silver with a kiss instead of vice versa. Swampert believes that is a sign that Silver's weak to Ground-types like him, while Crobat wants to know about the weather down there.
"Noooooow-" Rosa spins while sitting, leaning towards Valen. "I dare you to summarize the origins of Impressionism and its relation to Unova!"
"The Impressionists liked Unova because of the respect and praise they got." Valen leans back with his chest out. "The movement was a rebellion against the Kalosian art establishment that scorned them."
Silver raises his head with a wide-open stare. These Impressionist people are cool as hell! Does Kris like Impressionism? Will he get to kiss her-shut up already, fake Silver! You're supposed to the big bad Mightyena!
It's a good thing nobody's focusing on him right now, because he feels fluttery-no no no no no! He doesn't have a crush on Kris! That first kiss did not turn into a make out session! Why's he having an inner argument with himself?! Stupid Kris and her stupid...ly cute smile and her good looks and her lively-SHUT UP FAKE SILVER!
"One more question, then onto more funsies!" Hilda announces, snapping Silver out of his impromptu trance. "Arthur, you go!"
"As you wish." Arthur bows with the faintest of mischievous smirks. "Rosa, truth or dare?"
"Dareeeeeee!" Rosa drums her hands and feet on Valen, making him faintly yep.
"I shall dare you to paint a portrait of Silver in seventeenth-century garments." Take that, you grumpy wanker.
"Kaaaay, I'll paint it for Kris!" Rosa leaps up, causing Valen to fall onto his back. "I'll paint it in the style of Van Dyck!" At least her sweetie's still
on the sofa, unlike Silver.
"NO!" Silver clenches his fists with his elbows bent, his eyes bulging out. "NO! NO! NO!"
"Oi, don't scream into my bloody ear like that." Arthur's smile is neutral, his tone stern as places his left hand in between Silver and him. "Furthermore, you're way too obvious about your affection for that lass."
Silver grumbles with his teeth clenched, shutting his eyes. "I would never date somebody so annoying-"
"Don't forget shogun Silver!" Hilda and Rui high five each other. "In fact, Rosa should paint a series of portraits depicting Silver in various historical fashion styles!
"And then I'll send them all to Kris." Rosa bends to look Silver in the eyes, clasping her hands behind her back. "I'll do it in front of yoooou."
Silver startles everybody with an absurd screech. It's not that he doesn't want to look cool in a portrait, he just doesn't want to dress up. Kris will likely ask him to dress up, and how he's supposed to say no to that face-get it together already!
Arthur smiles at the sight of Valen and Hilda having a laugh. He saw how rough their reunion was, and look at them now. He can feel his motivation rising. If this bloke can reconcile with those closest to him, he can patch things up with Gloria. He's been texting in secret as of late, and she's become more understanding of his reasoning. However, he still isn't sure whether to live in Galar or Calvana.
A quiet evening alone on one of the sofas, words unnecessary as Melanie holds her platonic life partner in an embrace. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, warmth flowing through her from the gentle touch of his hands on her back and under her hair.
"I love that Rosa and Hilda are so kind-hearted," she whispers. "They allowed us to maintain our close relationships." Her experience with romance proved to be less fruitful.
"I'm honored to be with them, and I'm honored to have you among my friends."
"I'm so proud of you, Valen." she sniffles. "I'm so proud to have you as my closest friend."
"You helped to show me that the wheels of fate turned in my favor."
"That's what friends do for each other." She flicks the top of his head. "So, which book did you bring?" Or rather, what his Gardevoir used Teleport to grab from the shelf.
"First, why don't show me what you've been working on?" It's about time he got caught up with her writing ventures.
She hops off of the sofa, her steps having a bounce to them. Suddenly, she startles Valen backwards by plopping a large antique box into the table. "These are all of my manuscripts." She loosely holds her hands behind her back, her face oozing with pride. "I keep them in the box you got me last Christmas."
"Hit me with your best shot." He tilts his head forward, his own confident expression meeting hers. "Fire away."
"Alright, you're gonna like this one." She rummages through her folders, pulling out the historical fiction one. "Check this out!" She flicks open the folder, laying it on the box.
Valen leans forward, his eyes scanning the text of the typed document. A trainer romance set in mid-nineteenth century Kalos, with art thrown in the mix. The plot's one of his favorites among her ideas: The woman's father and uncle are rigid and towering figures of the establishment, and they ridiculed her crush's paintings of her Pokemon. Of course, this male lead's one of the Impressionists. It just so happens that the book he's got next to him is on the story of how Impressionism came to be, the same one he lent her for research.
"So, I was checking out my writing books on how to build up this world, but I'd like to get your feedback on it." Melanie sits back down, sliding her left arm around his neck. "It's
your turn to hit me with
your best shot, future renowned historian."
"I never miss, future best-selling novelist." He taps his forehead, his grin widening. "I'm the world's smoothest living encyclopedia." He takes a peek at what she's got, silently reading it. "Great work describing the paintings—I can picture them as if they were right in front of me."
"How about the setting?" she winks. "On a scale from ten to ten, how well did I capture nineteenth century Lumiose City?"
"Eleven." The day after they were at the arena, she asked him about borrowing the city map book. The answer's always yes.
"I know, I know." she chuckles. "I'm
too awesome."
Age five, a picnic table at a playground, a boy her age carrying two juice bottles. That's a childhood memory ingrained in her heart. Nothing has ever kept him from showing her affection, nothing has ever kept him from maintaining their close friendship.
This guy stole her heart a long time ago, but this novel's got a twist.