Red was good at many things.
Like pokémon training, pokémon battling, not getting in people’s way, doing as people told him to … amongst others.
But there was one thing he was never good at, and that was doing the right thing at the right time.
Just yesterday, Fire had made his art debut in an art magazine of some sorts, and Green wanted to celebrate the occasion by reuniting the Route Raiders in Unova. That sounded like a great plan, and Red looked forward to seeing everyone in the flesh. Especially Leaf – she was as elusive as wind. She came and went as she pleased, but that was how she was.
Green had handed him three things then: The keys to Fire’s apartment, a good amount of money, and reusable shopping bags for when he bought food and drink for the party.
Now, he had spent the money getting fried chicken, pizza, soda, and some sort of sparkling white grape juice that looked like champagne. He swapped the shopping bags all onto one hand, and turned the key to the apartment.
It was all quiet from the outside, so Red figured the big reveal wasn’t done yet.
He stepped into the apartment, and closed the door behind him with a soft click.
Oh hey, everyone was there already.
Leaf was just standing there with her fists clenched like always. Fire was napping. And Green was napping too, with a magazine over his face and his hand on his stomach. Maybe he passed out from hunger.
Oops, was he late? That figures. He did get caught up at the pizza place due to a mixed-up order even though he’d ordered it prior to getting there.
Apologetically, he dropped the shopping bags and tossed his hands in the air in some sort of celebration.
“Guys …………………………. party time!”
Had Professor Oak been around to witness Red’s gross miscalculation of the situation at hand, he would have had an aneurysm.
Green dragged his hand down his face slowly, pulling the magazine along with it to fall onto his lap. He let out a small groan, from both the pain of the beat down and Red’s very accurate assumption of the situation before them.
“Impeccable timing as always, Red ol’ buddy.”
It probably wasn’t a good idea to stand just yet, not until Leaf decided to help Red or leave or just not stand in front of him with those fists of hers. He really wasn’t looking to get knocked down again. Gawd, was she an underground boxer or something, that actually, really, hurt!
Wow, speechless for once?
it was probably the pain.
He pushed himself up into a better seating position, moving the knocked out clock away from his lap, along with the magazine.
He jutted a thumb over to Fire.
“I don’t think that one is anywhere ready to be as much as a trendsetter as you just yet.”
Leaf hadn’t hit him too, right?
His attention shifted the moment he heard the door jiggle, but who else could have had a copy of his apartment k–
Wait, Red is actually here right now? For him? It wasn’t even that big of a deal. Truthfully, it was all Green’s fault, and he should have known sending him all those journals of his would get Green interested in looking through and sticking his nose where it didn’t belong.
How did Green get his keys and how did he get enough copies to supply all of them with one? Leaf is one thing, but enough for even Red to have a copy? Just what was the leauge thinking. Even if they were all friends and all, it didn’t make sense for his door to be an open door to all of them.
Don’t tell him that Red masqueraded as someone like him to get the keys.
Leaf raised her dukes the moment the door swung open.
And then her mouth gasped in surprise and happiness, because it wasn’t every day that a girl got to see one of her childhood buddies. Especially one that she didn’t get to see all the time. It was Red, in the flesh!
... but what on earth was he doing? Was there supposed to be a party? This wasn’t --
Oh, she knew what was up now!! Green, goddamn Green, thought this was going to be a happy occasion and one to commemorate. Next year he’d plan the same thing again as an anniversary celebration, and Red would go along with it because it was what he did best!
She glared down at Green, crackling her knuckles as she did.
“Green,” she hissed, “Did you seriously think this was going to go fine? What possessed you? You’re being uncharacteristically --”
“-- idiotic!! A true idiot to every single last spike on your head!!”
She turned to look at Red, who still had his hands in the air as if waiting for some sort of cue to act. Like Leaf and Fire were going to drop everything and cheer with him.
Leaf wanted to pity Red’s poor soul, but someone who blindly went along with Green’s foolish plans probably didn’t deserve her sympathy. Yep. Red was getting none of it this time.
Turning her back on Red so she could take a deep , Leaf said, “Okay, Red. You can stop the act now that I’ve knocked some sense into Green.”
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