Was it really meant to be?
In some people's eyes, the romance was taboo. He was young and inexperienced. She was well-trained, and powerful. Yet, many say opposites attract, and this was truly so the case here.
It began in the former's hometown. The luxurious city of Goldenrod. Skyscrapers taller than the eye could see, yet the homely, happy feel of the streets made anyone feel right at home. The youngster of the couple, Bugsy, was visiting from his natural town of Azalea, dropping over for just a few things to purchase from the world-famous Goldenrod Department Store.
Bugsy, while only being twelve years of age, isn't oblivious to girls. No, indeed, he has spent the better part of the year previously dreaming about the star of Goldenrod, the Incredible Pretty Gal, Whitney. The Bug-Type trainer spent many restless hours of the night having many dreams over the fantastic female. It was his own little way of lust. However, the boy would soon learn that you cannot lust over what you already have.
He had heard his own fair share of rumors and stories surrounding the one who captivated his eyes and mind. That she had a fling with Morty, and it was...going places. Or that Falkner was writing her a love song, one that she didn't refuse. He pushed these thoughts into the back of his head, wanting to buy the over-the-counter pharmaceuticals he needed in the first place.
But suddenly, what sounded like music to his ears had come into existence.
"Hey, Bugsy!"
He turned his violet-colored head to see next to him the dreamy pink gal, sitting on a bench, winking at him, beckoning him over as she drank from her strawberry milkshake. How could he resist? He didn't. He paced over to the table, adjusting himself. The two talked, and it really took off from there.
The rest of the story from then on up till a certain point is a blur to the boy. What is known is that the two Gym Leaders clearly enjoyed each others presence...quite a bit actually.
It was a warm spring day. The same pink jewel that Bugsy had yearned for was rolling down with him on a green, soft-grassed hill. It was Whitney's own ranch, and she had personally invited him over for a day together. The laughing pair ended up down on the bottom of the slope, Whitney lurched over her new friend, grinning.
She ran her delicate fingers through his purple hair, feeling how thick, yet smooth it was. She blushed as she did the motion, and Bugsy had mirrored her facial expression.
"Whitney...its been only like, what, three months now?" Bugsy asked with a shy expression. The boy wasn't used to relationships; for some people, three months is a long time to be together, but for the couple, the fun made the time go by like a Jumpluff floating through the breeze.
"Yeah...a season has passed." Whitney smiled, always seeming ever-so-confident about just everything. She took Bugsy's hands into her own, clasping them. "Its been a whole season! We should celebrate..." Pausing for a bit, she licked her lips with a small blush. "...well, we are. That's why I invited you over!"
Bugsy's jaw dropped and his eyes widened. He hadn't expect Whitney to care about him so much to actually plan something out for the two. He always thought that he was just a boy trainer. It was still all so very perplexing...what did she see in him? But no point in worrying too much, at least not now. Let alone complaining.
The Normal-Type expert rose off of her friend, extending a hand out to help him up. "Come on, I got us a gallon of MooMoo Milk in the cabin for us to share!"
The name of the drink immediately perked up Bugsy. MooMoo Milk is a delicious drink, famous around the entire Pokemon world for its nutritious wealth while refreshing lips of the youth around the planet. Springing back up to his feet, the boy followed his love back to the ranch cabin.
The cabin inside was very warm, very inviting. For just a second, Bugsy imagined what it would be like to live together in there as a couple. For just a second.
Snapping back into reality, thanks to Whitney's words. "Bugsy?" She pointed to the seat across the table from her. The green-clad trainer took a seat on the chair, taking a small sip at his glass of ice-cold MooMoo Milk.
Whitney had taken a sip from her glass, the milk formed the iconic mustache it has been known to create on her lips, with her pink tongue lapping it up afterward. Bugsy sipped in a much softer fashion, not wanting a potentially embarrassing situation happen.
For a while, the two talked like how any two normal friends would. Throughout the humorous stories of various trainers they had battled and trips to the store, something snapped in Bugsy's mind. Romance wasn't what he thought it was, which was hearts and pink fluffy things swirling around the two forever, but instead, just one really enjoying the company of the other. The conversation distracted Bugsy enough to forgo his modest drinking ways.
Sometime afterward, the two were ready to leave the cabin, but Bugsy had the famous milk mustache on him.
"Hey Bugsy you got something..."
Whitney held a soft palm on Bugsy's cheek, thumb on his chin. He immediately reddened up in the face like a Cherrim. "Something right..."
Suddenly, the pinkette leaned in for a warm kiss on the lips, embracing Bugsy firmly. Electricity coursed through his body, making his eyes wide open. As for Whitney, she could feel a delightful warmness wash through her skin, a delighted coo escaping her mouth. After about five seconds of a prolonged kiss, they broke apart, Whitney licking off the milk from his lips.
"There!" She giggled, holding Bugsy's hand. Bugsy's face was as red as the lava from Cinnabar Island. However, despite his looks of crooked smile and furrowed brow, the boy could not be the any more happier. Taking his lover's hand, he replies with a very soft voice. "I..." Speaking up, looking straight into her eyes this time, "I love you, Whitney!"
She blushes, but a sparkly bright look fills her eyes. "And I love you too, Bugsy!" The two lovers, embracing each other, began to walk out into the bright spring day, ready to tackle any challenge.
-End of Prologue-
(A-ah! This is my first real shippy fanfic. Of course, it is of my OTP. This is a relatively rare paring (I see ResistanceShipping and RollingWindShipping wherever I go, it seems) so I felt the need to post this here. This has been under writing for quite some time now, and I feel it ready for upload. I take criticism very well, so leave any constructive reviews as you see fit!)
