This is Terry Mcginnis Wayne(Marty). This is the first of the fics I'm uploading. I have(pardon my language) an ass-load to do before Tuesday because they have a Christmas theme. & my family usually goes somewhere on the 23rd. This story is in a slightly different universe than the typical PokeSupe world. It's ViridianShipping(Silver x Yellow) & if you don't like the pairing, just pretend it's some other ship or something.

Once a few of the other Dex Holders decided it would be funny to set Yellow up with Silver. One problem, they have little to no feelings for each other. So the ever clever Green(the girl) goes for the alternative. Now with the two of them growing to like each other, but not sure how to proceed, what kind of twist & turns will happen? Will they fall in love? Will they pretend it never happened? If they do give it a try, then what kind of mischief will they get into? Find out today on Dragonball Z- I mean, read & find out for yourselves. Rated T for Mild language, & Mild suggestive themes.

Edit: Okay, I've changed it to be Silver's P.O.V. So yeah.
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Chapter 1 The Aftermath

Well this is me, the group red head "Silver" as I let out a long extensive sigh. I had but a single thought on my mind, and I didn't even know why I cared or what to do from here. I kept thinking about that girl, "Yellow". I didn't want to keep thinking like this. As arrogant as it sounds, it's all everybody else's fault. "Everybody else" being my friends. They sabotaged it somehow. Green and her plans, that sister figure of mine and Yellow's. Damn Red and his music, frikin' Blue and his big words. Even my friends from other regions were somehow involved. Effing Ruby and his outfits, bitchy Platina and her money, dumbass Gold and his jokes. I started getting mad at people who weren't even in on it. Like Emerald and his seriously annoying rudeness, and Crystal. I couldn't really think of anything bad about Crystal, except for the fact that she kicked me in the last place you want to be kicked trying to hit Gold once. Funny story, looking back, it made me smile. Me smiling made me think of how Yellow was always smiling. There I go, thinking of Yellow again. Red, Blue, Green, Gold, Ruby, Platina, they made me think like this, I could feel it. And they screwed with Yellow too, they made her like me. Her ultimate sign of trust would be if she reveals her true name to someone. And she told me that night.

"Jamy… My name is 'Jamy'. Jamy Newbold."

Jamy Newbold. The name kept ringing in my head. It was a trap, and I was falling head first into it. Then again, "Silver" wasn't my real name either.

"It's Luke. Luke Grayson."

We had even given each other our last names, which between us both, was strictly forbidden. Before then, Yellow just didn't trust me with that knowledge and my dad due to his past criminal life asked me to keep my name secret as well but still felt I had a right to know it.

Me and Yellow were as mentioned, Luke Grayson, and Jamy Newbold. But we were always so secretive of last names. I couldn't possibly like Yellow like that. We're like night and day, white and black, light and dark, and I knew enough to know that love isn't science. It's still complicated, but it wasn't science. Therefore opposites do not attract. Red constantly says; "You can't just love someone, you have to like them too." Maybe he's right. Besides, me and Yellow just don't go together. She likes older men anyway… Doesn't she? Anyway, even if I did feel for her, love is a big, powerful word. I definitely didn't love Yellow. And I didn't "like-like" her or find her too attractive. True she was pretty; I did think that, sure. But that's just a technicality. I didn't even have a crush on her or anything. After all she was my secret admirer, or so I'd been told. Still, why was this so hard to shake? Even if I didn't like her, was she special somehow?

Yellow. Jamy… Without any more thought to it, the image of her beautiful face, and her small, slim body wrapped in that dress she wore that night filled my mind. And I can't believe I'm admitting it, and in those exact words no less. I wanted to see her again, in that same dress if possible. But why? Even if she did look nice in it, why should I care? I don't want to use the word "beautiful" I didn't think that highly of her. Or at least, I thought I didn't. What do I think of her? What am I supposed to think? This is becoming complicated. And then, in the middle of my train of thoughts, my father "Giovanni" came in. Father isn't much of a cook, so he had been buying our meals. This time he got McDonald's.

"I'm back." He said plainly.

I didn't answer, I was still thinking.

"Son." My father attempted to get my attention.

"Mm?"

"Is there something on your mind?" I'm guessing he recognized the look on his son's face.

"Um…" I was reluctant to just speak about it but ultimately decided I could trust my father, "Um, yeah."

"What might it be?" He asked, taking a seat next to me.

"Well… I know it's cliché but. Um, there's uh." I blushed and cleared my throat, "Th-this girl."

"Oh really?" Father said, trying to contain himself.

"Don't start with me, please." I protested. I said please because I can't just command him. I get in trouble for that.

"Sorry, please go on." He responded.

"Well, my friends told me she likes me." I'm sure my dad was thinking what any parent would think as I continued, "And I, kinda went on a date with her last night." I carried on.

"Oh so that's where you were last night." He interrupted. He usually let's me do whatever on Saturday night.

"Yeah." I complied before he spoke out again.

"So did you decide to give such a relationship a try and ask her out, or did she ask you?" He asked.

"Actually my friends coaxed me into a blind date with her, you know peer pressure. I didn't know who it was until I went out with her." I explained.

"Son?" He called.

"Yeah?" I answered.

"When did I start letting you go out with girls?" He asked seriously.

I cringed; I thought for sure he was in trouble. That wasn't fair; I hadn't even realized that was a rule. As color began to fade from my face, Father noticed my distress and put an end to it.

"Silver, relax. I was just kidding." He said.

"Well scare me half to death." I remarked.

Honestly, that was quite annoying. I thought he was going to lock me in the cellar or something. Father was super serious most of the time, since when did dad joke around like that? I came up with the answer to that myself; when he started acting like a dad. Which started when I started acting like a teenager.

"Sorry. Continue." He implored.

"And I didn't really like her, so I tried to put her down gently, but before I could try, all this… These crazy things started happening. I think my friends sabotaged it somehow." I said.

Coming from anyone else, it would've been mere teenager drama babble. But considering they were my friends, I'm sure father believed it was a possibility.

"And then after all these crazy things were over, I… Decided to be a gentleman and walk her home. And then, something happened, and I can't stop thinking about it." I said, completing my story.

"I see." My dad replied. "Did she kiss you?" He teased, referring to the "something that happened".

"What? No! Nothing like that." I defended, "You know her don't you? 'Yellow'."

"Yes, I know her, so it was Yellow?" He said.

"Yeah, but of course, that's not her real name. She told me her real name. First and last, she's always tried to be as secretive as she can about those things." I explained.

"So that's it. Hm…" He mumbled quietly, "So what IS her name?" He asked.

"No offense father but, I don't feel it my place to betray her trust by telling you." I said.

Dad smiled, "Good boy."

Hearing that, I decided to give father "the bad news". The news that I had broken a rule.

"But then…" I started.

Father leaned in to listen to what I had to say.

"I, maybe… Gave her my full name." I said hesitantly.

I held my arms over my head, preparing for the worst. Father never hit me, but he was scary when he needed to be. Dad simply stayed there, surprised before yelling; "What!"

I cringed again, I'd done it now. I'm so screwed. But I guess he decided that Yellow wouldn't abuse the information.

"Well okay, I won't make a big deal of it." He said.

"Oh." I expressed, relieved.

"But you are grounded." He said.

"Oh…" I sighed, defeated.

"So, you said you 'didn't' like her, do you now?" He asked.

"I…" I turned bright red, I didn't expect to have to answer that question, "I'm not…" I struggled. I guess I might've liked her, but I'm not sure, and I was bashful about it, "I… I don't know, I might wanna go out with her again, but I don't know if it's her, or if I just had a good time, or if I just liked the dress-" I stopped, hearing what I just said, there I went with the damn compliments again, "And I didn't just say that." I turned a darker shade of red, "And also, I don't want to be with her just because my friends screwed with my time with her. I'm just, scared I guess. I don't think I want to like her."

"Well why not?" Father asked.

"Because… Then… My friends will have set us up and, then, I'm in a relationship that's based on others playing cupid and not on chosen feelings." He said.

"Well how about this." He started, putting a hand on my shoulder, "If you do like her, that's your choice. Your friends can't control how you feel about someone. However you decide you feel about Yellow, that's all you. You alone decide what happens in your life."

I took a second to respond. I smiled and said; "Thanks Dad."

"You're welcome kid." Father finished.

He sat up to get the food from the bag, and I started staring into space again.

"So is she a good kisser?" He teased.

"Dad!" I said, chuckling and smiling.

I didn't kiss her… I just learned her name… That's what I told him… And that was a lie…
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Well there's Chapter 1. How did I pick the names? Well for Yellow, in some country(don't know which one), they call her "Jamy", & "Newbold" is the last name shared by my best friend, & my psychologist(even though they're unrelated). For Silver, Luke is a pretty normal sounding name, I got it from "Luke Valentine" & "Grayson" comes from Dick Grayson.

Well I finally got around to proof reading this, and I'm unenthusiastically doing chapter 2 right now. I say unenthusiastically because this story isn't very popular yet.