Happy Flashback Friday...this is another of the first 10 Heartichokes drawings I did in 1980. Imagine all the time and energy we humans spend, or have spent, on unrealized romance...YIKES! 🤓❤️#failedromance #diehardromantic (at Toronto C•A•N•A•D•A) https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Lrff8gyRb/?igshid=1an4u74my80dc
Story By : Hasegawa Nanaho (lpislasz’s owner is here!)
I should warn you, this is my first english fic. I don’t know if this fit well into your brain but this is really my very first writting a fic in english so don’t blame me if there’s many, many fault I’ve made, especially grammar and vocab, but hopefully you will enjoy this.
SoulSilverShipping things. Yes, it’s SilverLyra fanfiction. And using Silver’s point of view.
“Everything in this world has it own formula.” Professor Elm, who’s standing in front of the class, speak towards his academy student.
“Even when an apple is falling from its tree, there’s a formula beneath.”
Oh yes, dont forget if this is a class, there’s also a funny student with his funny fucking smiled face, Ethan’s his name, suddenly raise his hand.
“Professor, if there is a formula to count how much my love towards my pokemon? Or even my feelings towards the girl I liked?” A stupid question was appeared, and Professor Elm’s face, started to be in panic.
I throw my sharp glare towards Professor’s face. That old man looks confused. I bet he would say that there’s no formula for that,
“Of course there is,”
My prediction were ruined.
“Your feelings can be counted using formula, but each individualism has it differ one another.” Said the Professor while wiping his sweated forehead.
“Hoooo...” Every student were surprised, and they start their stupid conversation each other.
Eating by boredom, I turn my face to my girlfriend. She is a girl with two pigtails who sat beside me. Obviously, her face in red.
“T-there is a formula to count l-love...?”
I just can do face palm. I dont believe it, even my cute girlfriend can be flushed into this stupid theory. Lyra is her name. I just happen to date her because she always beat me when it comes to pokemon battle, but she always support me, even though I’m a bad guy. I ever pushed her until she fall down the cliff, really. That weakling was irritated me until she show me how much she cared about me.
That day was a rainy day, and I catch a cold because I trained my pokemon without knowing time nor weather. But she came to take care of me. I never forget how that night we was arguing because she made me porridge with oran berry added? Im not a pokemon, Lyra. But it tasted great...and I get recovery after that. With a winning smile of her, she kissed my warm cheek. That night, I realized that I was in love, deeply, with her.
Enough flashbacking. I need to make Lyra believe that there were no such a thing like that.
“Um...Silv?” She called my name. And with irritated look, I replied, “What?”
“D-did you know the formula to count our feelings?”
Be patient, Silver. There is no antidote for this weakling sickness of her high curiosity.
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“Silv, are you angry towards me?” Oh come on Lyra, this is break time and I want to eat, to drink, to sleep too, but oh well...
“Nope,” I answered shortly and shut my eyes.
“Do you want to eat my bento?”
I opened my eyes, ask her,”Where is it?”
“But...” Oh, there also a but.
Nosy smile painted on her face, “you should tell me first, the formula to counting feelings.”
And this state make my Feraligatr learn the move outrage.
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Your curiosity disturb me, Lyra. Even though we are now in my house, doing homework together.
“Say Silver...” Lyra opened a conversation, “do you want me to make you a glass of aprijuice?”
“Yea,” I choose to answer rather to make she cry.
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“Here is it,” Lyra serve me a glass, filled of pinkish fluid. I showed my death glare towards it.
“Silver, what is it?” Lyra asked innocently.
“Lyra...” I turn my face towards her, “you still hold my silly secret didn’t you, that the most disgusting food I’ve ever tasted is the Pnk Apricorn? Why did you make me an aprijuice using that disgusting fruit?”
Lyra just chuckled and drank the aprijuice by herself.
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“Silv...” Lyra pulled my jersey, “you really angry towards me?”
Oh come on Lyra, my patience are exhausted.
“So what? You want to know the fucking formula to counting feelings didn’t you?” I pushed her into the wall, kissed her lips smoothly. She rounded her eyeballs with surprising look, but she kiss me back. I know, I’ve stealed her first kiss in the night when she took care of me, but now, the sensations are different, since we both became a lovers for three years.
“Listen, weakling.” I finished my kiss and pulled over my lips from her, “that old man Elm just tricking you, you all, with his theory. There was no such a fucking formula to counting feelings, really.”
She still shocked with my answer, my face shoud be really red right now, but who care about it. I hug her tightly and say, “no formula of it, but only the final answer, want to know it?”
Lyra’s nodded her head afterward, and I dont know why after I whispered my answer, she just kiss me back with her angel smile that always makes me melt.
“Silver you no romantic at all!” Lyra chuckled, “but yes, Silver. My love towards you, is not a lie, too.”
It's great when you can look back at things that someone said to you and say to yourself "that was a lie, lie, lie, lie, there's another one. What a fucking joke. How dumb am I?" Yeah, I'm there right now. Sometimes I really just want to tell people to get the fuck out of my life.
