8 - Happily Ever After

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-Your POV-

After our victory in Team Rocket's base, we had returned to the apartment we shared and thought that the chaos was finally over. Alas, when you are not only a Pokemon Trainer with connections, but also the main protagonist of a fanfiction, I was thrown for a loop once again when I received a call from Jasmine.

"Hi, is this (Y/N)?" Her sugar-sweet voice can be heard over the call, and I can already picture her gentle smile as she holds her Rotom Phone to her ear.

"Hello, Jasmine!" I greeted eagerly from the apartment's main room. "How are the contests there in Sinnoh? You're a popular coordinator now, right? Congrats, girl!" I praised her, knowing her feats were well-earned.

"I'm worried about you, I'll have you know." I hear her slowly exhale over the phone. "When are you going to get a date? Have you found a good guy yet? Listen, I'm going to come back to Johto really soon. I'll host a party to celebrate my return. And I'll introduce you to some people—"

"W-what?! You don't need to do that!" I hastily insisted, knowing this could only go south if she tried to hook me up with some random dude she met abroad. To soothe her unnecessary concerns, I glanced across the room at Silver who was making dinner, and continued. "In fact... I'll be bringing someone!"

She pauses, as if stunned speechless. "Wait. Wait, wait, wait. Back it up. You've got a boyfriend? Since when?"

"Y-yeah, I... I guess I do. Heh."

That's a lie. I just had someone who'd probably go with me... Who in the world am I going to ask to go to the party with me to pretend to be my boyfriend? Would Silver want to do something so foolish? There's no way he'd accept pretending to go out with me. The idea was ridiculous.

"Please, just don't worry about me, okay?" I tried to steer away from the whole boyfriend — which I lacked — thing.

"That's great to hear. Is it someone I know? A fellow trainer or rival, maybe? What about that kid... With the bizarre gold eyes? Ethan, was it?" I can almost hear Jasmine beaming on the other side of the phone. She continues enthusiastically, without pausing to let me speak. "I'll have to check your guy out. I know how oblivious you can be, so if he's a bad guy it's my job to drive him away, right?"

"Jasmine, you really don't have to—"

"Okay, gotta go! I'm about to go on stage! See you this weekend, (Y/N)!" The click of her hanging up made me sigh.

I spun around on my heel, pocketing my Rotom Phone in the process, and said with a forced smile, "So... I know you're exhausted from Team Rocket, but wanna go to a party with me, Silver?"

He blinks, processing whether or not I was pulling his leg. "... a party? Now?" Silver raised an eyebrow, not convinced.

"Ah, well, it's on Saturday, but yeah." I grinned sheepishly. "So, what d'you say? Please?"

Silver let out a sigh, then reluctantly relented, to my surprise. "Fine." I then gave him the whole rundown of Jasmine's peculiar pushiness toward my having a partner. Fortunately, I got him to agree to pretend to be my date for the evening, as long as I wasn't too touchy and pushed his boundaries.

With that in place, all that was left to do was frantically dig through my stuff to find a suitable dress for the occasion — wait, did I even own a dress? — and the day of the party quickly approached us.

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