Is this love real? (POKEMON) Gold x Silver

Is this love real? (POKEMON) Gold x Silver - 12

Silver's P.O.V

I took the elevator up to my apartment. It was covered in graffiti and stank to high heaven because kids used it as a bathroom, but I was too drunk to care and too tired to take the stairs all the way up to the top floor. It took me ten minutes to open the door. The damn thing kept sticking. I had to throw myself at the it to make it swing open, and when I did I kept going and ended up face-down on the floor of my flat. The dust in the carpet made me sneeze, and I made a mental note to force Gold to vacuum it later.

Stupid Gold. Did he think I didn't know I was being a idiot? Of course I bloody well knew. I'd like to say I wasn't doing it on purpose, but I was. Seeing everyone else having a good time made me angry, because I couldn't do the same. I thought that if I at least made my lack of enthusiasm obvious, I could bring the party down a bit.

It was easy for Gold. He knew how to open up and he could laugh at himself like it was no big deal. I couldn't do that. And seeing everyone getting on so well, dancing and joking with complete strangers, irked me. I was the only one, I realized. I was the only one struggling. It was my own fault, you could say. I didn't exactly make an effort. But what was the point? Another thing I knew- people were intimidated by me. It would be so easy to approach someone only to be ignored and humiliated. I wasn't going to risk my pride for anyone, let alone Crystal's freaky friends.

Gold was right about her. Crystal, I mean. She was nice. I wished she wasn't. I wished she was a bitch. That way, my hatred for her would make so much more sense. I couldn't like her. Seeing her all over Gold, dancing with him, laughing with him, made me feel sick. I started thinking, why did Gold never laugh like that when he was with me? But that was obvious. I was a bastard. Not exactly the sort of person you could joke with.

I dragged myself across the floor and into the bathroom. I pulled the top half of my body up using the door handle and promptly emptied the contents of my stomach in the sink. How I managed to get home without passing out I'll never know. For a moment, just after I'd vomited for a third time and was cold and breathless and sweaty and covered in puke, I wanted Gold. I felt like crap, and I wanted him there with me to make me better.

But then I changed my mind.

"I hope you don't come back," I said aloud. My voice was hoarse and I was still slurring. I lowered myself down from over the toilet when I was certain I'd puked up everything. I laid on the bathroom floor, half-conscious and calling Gold all sorts of dirty words that strung together into a sort of chant.

That jerk. He had no right to tell me how to act. That girl deserved what was coming to her. He should have let me knock some sense into her, because she definitely needed it.

She had seemed okay when she first started chatting to me. Just normal, which surprised me seeing as she was one of Crystal's friends. I had expected her to be a slut, seeing as she had been practically having coitus in the middle of the room just a few minutes ago. She and her boyfriend weren't bad, but that didn't mean I liked them. I didn't want to talk to them, and I told them as much. That was when Little Miss Spoiled Brat got annoyed and demanded I explain myself. As if she expected me not only to listen to her pointless drivel, but thank her during and afterwards for it. She asked me what my problem was, and her boyfriend made some moronic comment about me 'not getting any'.

"Just because I'm not interested in having sex in the middle of a busy cafe?" I'd asked pointedly, smirking.

"Don't pretend you weren't watching; I saw you," the woman had retorted. "And you looked pretty shocked! I bet you've never seen that sort of thing before, am I right?"

I'd looked down and done my best to ignore her. She wasn't worth getting angry over, and if I did Gold would probably get upset. He had been the one who had invited me, and I knew he wanted me to have a good time. I might not have bee able to have a good time, but I had resolved at least not to resort to violence. I'd heard a scraping of chairs, and the woman reappeared at my side, leaning her chin on my shoulder. I didn't like people getting close to me like that. She had no right to be so touchy-feely with a person she'd just met.