A Story To Tell - Boyxboy Oneshots/Drabbles

Are They or Aren't They...? - Pokemon

Title: Are They or Aren’t They…?

Summary: Companion fic to “The Role and Responsibilities of an Assistant”. “Are you done spying on the Professor?” “Spying?! That’s illegal!” “Then what are you doing?” “Observing from a distance without the subject knowing.”

Pairings: Sycamore/Calem

Warnings: None

Disclaimer: I don’t own anything of this series and am making no profit whatsoever

AN: Hello! Yep, another oneshot on this pairing. I can’t help myself. Enjoy!

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Serena stirred her third cup of mocha latte with an increasing sense of exasperation. After discovering that Calem had agreed to be Professor Sycamore’s personal assistant temporarily and finding them in a rather…perplexing but sweet position, she had been overrun with questions. Witnessing Sycamore napping with his head on Calem’s lap, while the said youth was tenderly running his fingers through his hair was very surprising!

The stories she had heard from her friends; Shauna, Trevor and Tierno weren’t helping ease her curiosities.

She had asked around, keeping her questions discreet and nonintrusive, of course, about the true relationship between her neighbour Calem and the esteemed Professor Sycamore. And all she really got from them was the saying “They seem really close.”

But close in what way?

Serena didn’t really understand why it was bothering her so much. Maybe it was simply her rivalry with Calem? Or was she simply curious and hated not having the answer to something?

Whatever it was that was driving her forward, she found herself sitting by herself in a packed café, drinking her third drink as she kept a watchful gaze on the pair sitting in the far corner, away from any intrusive ears.

Seemingly having the afternoon off, Calem and Sycamore were situated at a cosy little two-seat table. On the table, lapping up some thick full cream milk from a saucer was Calem’s shiny eevee, a newborn he had hatched from an egg only a few days ago. They were talking comfortably, casually, and somewhat modestly in a way.

Sycamore was known for his flare and bright personality, but there he was, sitting at a table with the ever modest Calem and simply speaking with him. And Calem engaged him in conversation easily, despite not liking to talk much unless spoken to.

But every now and again they would lapse into silence, simply staring at each other before Calem would shyly smile and look away, turning his attention to the baby eevee. And each time he did that, the grin on Sycamore’s lips would become just a tad more…smug, for a lack of a better word.

While it was indeed very sweet watching the two together, especially the way Calem’s expression would brighten despite the blush on his cheeks.

It just wasn’t enough. The cute moments of sweetness were all well and good, but, darn it, what did they truly mean?!

Serena suddenly realised that she had company and was somewhat surprised to find two of Professor Sycamore’s assistants, Sina and Dexio. Sina was holding up a menu in front of her face, all but hiding behind it while trying to discreetly stare at the professor and Calem. Dexio, on the other hand, looked haggard as he slumped back in his seat, releasing a sigh of surrender.

“What are you doing?” Serena asked after she overcame her surprise.

“What does it look like?” Sina was the one to answer, her voice rather sharp, taking her gaze away from Sycamore and Calem to give Serena a pointed look before quickly returning her attention back to the two. “We're merely interested in seeing why the Professor seemed to be so enthralled with Calem.”