Yes, With Lance (PreciousMetalshipping)"So you're sleeping with Lance, I hear."More Like This
I visibly winced, holding the Pokegear a few inches away from my ear as if Gold had either said something incredibly loud that deafened me or something viably disgusting. My vulgar, cocksure best friend never raised his voiceso it was the latter. "You called to inquire about that?" I asked grimly. "Why is there not a 'Hello, Silver, how are you doing, my macho bro?' or 'I have gas because of the nachos I ate last night'?"
I heard Gold sniff. "I hate you because I actually do have gas. What, can you smell it through the Pokegear?"
"No, I'm just deducting from our earlier conversations. No, I am not sleeping with Lance. Why do you need to know?"
"I'm pretty sure you are." Gold sounded so damn sure of himself that it made me want to travel miles just to throttle him to death. "There's a rumor going around, you know. You and Lance haven't exactly been ignored in public. Lance used to be a loner, but now his fangirls hav