Starbucks

It was an unusually warm spring day in Viridian. It's been a while since there's been any kind of nice weather here. It's been raining non-stop for the last four months it seems. With all the rain, there's been a lack of challengers which to be honest, is really disappointing. It used to be rain, wind or snow, a trainer pushed on to achieve their goals no matter the cost. Tch. Kids these days.

Red and I left the Starbucks in Viridian both of us holding Grande sized somethings in our hands. I never remember what I get since I'm not exactly picky about my coffee. As long as it's got two shots and a dash of vanilla I'm good. Red on the other hand, orders the same exact thing every time, a Caramel Frappuccino, extra Caramel. I guess he's not much of a coffee fan.  

It was really hot out for the beginning of May. I was contemplating removing my light jacket when I heard a weird noise; which oddly enough sounded like slurping. I looked over at Red in confusion since he was the source of the sound. He couldn't have finished his drink yet. He just bought the damn thing. Red was sucking on the side of his plastic cup, his focus on the frozen treat unmatched.

"Uhh Red. What are you doing?" I asked raising an eyebrow.

Red glanced at me, his expression completely serious. "Cracked lid." He said before he went back to sucking.

I couldn't help it. I grinned. "You like that don't you?" I teased.

Red smirked back. "Oh baby. Oh baby." He said in his most monotonic voice. Chuckling, we both walked down the sidewalk.

It wasn't until we'd passed the grocery store when I noticed Red had whip cream on the side of his mouth. He hadn't noticed it yet because it was starting to dry. Geez, was he eight or eighteen? He can live atop one of the world's most dangerous mountains in sub-freezing temperatures wearing nothing but a pair of jeans and a t-shirt, raise a hellish team and could kick every trainer's ass that came his way but he couldn't keep his own face clean? I mean come on…

"Oi. Red. You've got something on your face." I told him as I leaned in to wipe it off. What? Somebody has to take care of the idiot. Might as well be me since he practically lives at my place.

Red's blinked in confusion before something yellow and fuzzy raced up his pants and jersey to perch on his shoulder. Giving me what was one nasty looking grin, Pikachu liked the whip cream off Red's cheek with one go. Red smiled as he rubbed Pikachu's ears in thanks. "Is it still there?" He asked me. Pikachu only smirked.

You little rat! I totally had that! You'll regret the day Red caught your fuzzy little ass.

That rat. He had a sixth sense when it came to me. Every time I tried to flirt or make a move on Red, he came barging in, ruining any chances I had with the former champion.

Every. Single. Fucking. Time.

Except not this one.

I snatched that rodent off Red's shoulder when he became occupied with a saleslady offering free samples of her shop's pastries. Pikachu didn't stand a chance. Wrapping my fingers around its throat I shook it rather violently, unleashing eight months' worth of rage and frustration. I was not going to tolerate Pikachu's attempts any longer. Pokemon or not, this mouse had to learn.    

Or at least that's what I thought…

In reality I shoved my hand back into my pocket, shrugging nonchalantly. "Nah. It's gone." I took another sip from my beverage but oddly enough it didn't have any flavor to it anymore