Could I have fallen?

Black had always been a loner. He didn't have many friends and most people thought he was suffering from a severe case of "Silent Protagonist". It's not like he talked much, but he wasn't a mute. He was just shy....and gay. Very gay. He had a crush on his old friend Cheren, but he soon discovered that the other boy was straight so...yeah didn't work out too well. After finally confessing to him right before they left their home town to go on a journey, Cheren shot him down. He knew what he was going to say, but he just needed to hear it. The "I'm sorry" or "I don't swing that way" or "Is this a prank". Once Black had heard it though, he was still heartbroken. In Accumula town, he saw team Plasma who were trying to liberate Pokémon to make them happier or some shit. He also met a mysterious (hot) almost equally as socially awkward boy, N, who, Black assumed, was part of team Plasma. One sign up sheet and wardrobe change later, Black was officially N's bitch- I mean- part of Team Plasma. Y-yeah. Isshushipping. Gotta love it.
WARNING: Hella gay (in case you couldn't tell by the FUCKING PARAGRAPH I JUST WROTE) you no like, you no read. I don't own anything, okay. Pokemon belongs to Game Freak and Nintendo. Blah blah blah, you've probably read a fanfic before, you know how this works. Finally, I USE DIRTY LANGUAGE! IF YOU ARE EASILY OFFENDED BY CURSE WORDS, KINDLY FUCK OFF!