AN- My newest fic, this is dedicated to any and all Ambershipping fans. The pairing is far too under loved, I think. Anyways, enjoy!

Disclaimer: If I owned PokeSpe, the pairings would be Luckyshipping, MagmaJewelshipping, ect. Clearly, I own nothing.

Summary- Yellow is a college sophomore just trying to get through school. Oh, and she's completely head over heels in love with Red, a junior. One fateful day, she runs into freshman Gold, who's currently having relationship problems with his two-year girlfriend Crys. Yellow, being the sweetheart she is, decides to help by acting as a councilor of sorts. But when Red breaks her heart (albeit as nicely as possible), Gold turns things around and helps her out, instead of the other way around. Slowly, some sparks begin to develop… Meanwhile, Red and Blue (the girl) have a bet going on: that if Blue can last for over a month without gossiping or meddling in anyone's relationships, Red will give her $50. However, this bet ends up having the two in close contact a lot, and things start heating up…

Pairings- eventual Ambershipping (duh), eventual Luckyshipping, one-sided Specialshipping, and MangaQuestshipping in the beginning. Implied Gracefulshipping and Franticshipping to come. Oh, and a hint of almost every heterosexual Yellow pairing you can think of here and there.

Chance Encounter and General Chaos

Yellow De Viridian Grove (what a mouthful) sighed. Life… was not good. Not when she'd overslept (why hadn't Blue woken her up???) and was now going to be late to class. And there was a test today! If she didn't make it on time, she'd automatically fail!

She hurried through campus towards her history class as fast as possible, but knew her tardiness was inevitable. Clutching her books and papers to her chest, she heaved another sigh. Nothing could save her now.

"Look out!" She had just enough time to swivel around and see what the commotion was about before a boy on a skateboard came crashing into her, sending both of them toppling to the ground. The boy picked himself up quickly, grabbing his stuff in the process. He looked down at Yellow below him and sighed, offering her a hand up, which she accepted. "Geez, kid, you really need to be more careful…"

Yellow felt the heat rising to her cheeks at that. Really, just because he was a bit taller, it didn't give him the right to assume such things. "I-I'm not a kid! I'm a sophomore here!"

The boy gawked for a moment, golden eyes expressing his shock. "Seriously?!"

Yellow pouted. "Yes. I know I'm short, but you're just jumping to conclusions. What does it matter how old I am, anyway, considering you almost ran me over?"

He held his hands up in defense. "Uh… it's nothing. Just didn't expect you to be older than me, is all. And sorry about that. Here, let me get your things…"

While he bent down to gather her scattered books, Yellow once again realized her predicament. Her eyes widened. "Ah!!! I'm gonna be late for class! There's no way I can make it on time to take the test now! Oh man, I'm gonna fail!"

She freaked, whipping her head in all directions and wringing her hands anxiously. She'd never failed anything before, see. She was a straight A student. She was even in AP classes along with all of her older friends! The boy watched her through raised eyebrows before finally butting in, "Hey, stop with the theatrics already. God, you're worse than my girlfriend…" Yellow stopped to glare at him- or as close to a glare as she could get, considering Yellow was too nice to actually do anything like glare. He rolled his eyes in response. "…Look, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you late. Maybe…" he paused to grab his skateboard, offering it out to her before continuing, "…you can make it on time if you use this?"

Yellow stared. "What? Use your skateboard? Um… Thanks for the offer, really, but I don't know how to skateboard, so it wouldn't get me very far."

He waved her off. "That's no problem! Your class is…" He stopped to look at her books and then at the surrounding area. "…just down that hill and then it's a straight course, right?" She looked at him quizzically before nodding. He smiled and lead her over near the edge of the aforementioned hill. "Great! Then all you have to do is get on…"

She got on obediently, but then looked back at him. "But wait, won't you be late to class, then?"

He shrugged in response. "It's fine, really. I don't care about being late like you obviously do, and besides, I've got a friend who'll cover for me."

Yellow nodded. "Alright then, if you're okay with this… What now?"

He grinned, golden eyes glinting. "Now…" He looked between her and her destination a few times, seemingly calculating something in his mind. Before Yellow had a chance to ask what, he pushed her on the back and shoved the skateboard forward with one foot. "…Now, you have a nice trip!" And then she was flying. And screaming. At the top of her lungs. The boy shouted down at her while she shrieked. "Hey, make sure not to do anything to that skateboard! I'm gonna want it back if we ever meet again!"

This boy, Yellow decided, as she went screaming and careening down the hill towards the correct building, was insane.

Meanwhile, in the very building Yellow was heading towards, an uncomfortable silence had fallen over the class. They were only minutes away from the test, and the smart people were currently sticking their noses in their books, trying desperately at last minute memorization.

In most classes, this would be the time in which to fool around and chat with friends, but not in this class. It was a well-known fact that Lance, the teacher, made tests extremely hard. No one knew why he made such difficult exams, but most just guessed that he hated people- or maybe just them.

Lance was one of those teachers who was too young for his students to be able to seriously call him a professor, but far too strict for them to get away with just calling him by name. Most people had just started refraining from ever speaking his name, which he seemed just fine with. It was speculated that you'd be forever doomed if you didn't pass his class, though, so anyone and everyone studied fervently.

A junior boy with jet black hair and mahogany eyes known as Red, however, couldn't care less about the test at the time- he'd studied last night, anyway. He leaned over to a girl with long brunette hair and sea blue eyes in the desk beside him. "Hey, Blue, where's Yellow?" He whispered quietly, trying not to attract Lance's attention.

The aforementioned girl sighed before closing the book she'd been halfheartedly looking over, turning her full attention to him. "…She's probably on her way here. Hopefully." Red raised an eyebrow, urging her on. "Well, I guess it's kind of my fault, really. She stayed up really late last night studying, so after she slept through her alarm clock I decided to just let her sleep. I was going to set it for her before I left so she'd still wake up in time, but I must have forgotten!"

She'd gotten louder and louder throughout her explanation, and now many eyes were on them. Red glanced around and sighed. He should have known better than to ask. After all, Blue only had one volume, and it was permanently set to 'attract attention', which, in normal speak, meant loud.

Oh, god. Lance was giving them his patented evil eye. Oh, double god! Lance was walking their way! Red froze, but Blue kept talking, oblivious to the looming danger. "…But she's never, ever, even on weekends, slept past 7:30, so, she should be here any minute! Hopefully…"

Lance stopped beside Red and cleared his throat. When Blue still kept ranting on, Red elbowed her gently. She whipped her head around quickly, about to snap at him, but the words died in her throat upon seeing their teacher glaring death at her.

Lance smiled, but if you asked Blue, she'd tell you it was a smile of pure evil- and she'd probably be right. "Thank you, Miss Chatty, for finally shutting up. Now, am I correct in assuming from what you've just told the whole class that it is your fault that your roommate, who is the only one yet to have not missed even one day of class, is late?"

Blue gulped, turning red. "Well…"

Lance's glare probably single-handedly stopped global warming. "Did you or didn't you? It's a simple question, really. But be aware that if it is your fault, then miss Grove will fail because of you. Can you handle the consequences of your forgetfulness?"

Now, it's well known that Lance doesn't get along with his students. It's been rumored that he has just the smallest soft spot for the meek and quiet ones (like Yellow), just because they don't annoy him as much. Judging by his vicious treatment on Blue, easily the most talkative person in class, those rumors were well on their way to becoming facts.

But Blue wasn't one to let herself be verbally abused, and certainly not by some teacher. She snapped her head up in defiance. "Hey, you know what?! It's just as much your fault as mine that she's not here, jerk! She stayed up past midnight studying for your test just so she'd be able to get a good grade! I let her sleep in out of kindness, but what excuse do you have for your overly hard tests, huh?!" The moment the words were out of her mouth, Blue slapped her hands over the appendage, as if she could take them back. She wasn't one to sit still, but she was currently frozen to her seat from the look Lance was giving her.

Red, beside her, just gawked before whispering, "You fool! You've just sealed your fate, Blue!"

Before Lance had the chance to tell her of the punishment she'd be receiving for her outburst -detention for the rest of the year, if she got off lucky- he perked slightly at a faint noise. He had very sensitive hearing, see. It made it easier to catch people mouthing off and properly punish them. The sound wasn't one he recognized immediately, but it grew louder and louder, indicating whatever was making said noise was swift approaching. Finally, he realized what it was. "Is that… screaming?"

Blue, thankful to be let off the hook for time being, shut her eyes -and mouth- and focused on the faint sound. "…Sounds like it to me. And it's getting closer!"

Red glanced at Blue, biting his lip. "You don't think…?"

Green, and friend of Red, Blue, and Yellow's who, up until now, had remained quiet and watchful, rose from his seat, emerald eyes glinting. "That's Yellow!"

Red and Blue went to get up as well, but Lance ushered the three back into their seats. He walked over to the door and opened it slowly, peering through the opening curiously. Sure enough, there was the girl in question, approaching at a fast rate, arms flailing, screaming at the top of her- wait . Was that a skateboard she was riding?

Seeing Lance in the doorway, Yellow shouted, "Look out!" Of course, it was too late. Having not nearly enough time to get out of the way, Lance braced himself for the impact. Now, he may be a good two feet taller than Yellow, but she had force and velocity on her side, while all he had was his stature.

The resounding collision was heard three buildings over, where the students all looked up from their laptops in confusion before quickly going back to work. And the injuries from said collision? One fully grown man (Lance) sent reeling back, clutching his chest -the point of impact- and one young girl (Yellow) sent toppling in the opposite direction, rubbing her much-abused nose.

When Yellow finally stood up and dusted herself off, whimpering in pain while she was at it, she looked up to see a dark figure towering over her.

Lance glared harshly at her, and she stiffened. "P-professor! I, uh… I'm really sorry I'm late! I slept through my alarm clock accidentally, and then was rushing here as fast as I could, but then I crashed into some guy -well, he crashed into me, really- and he offered me his skateboard so I got here as fast as I could, and…" she trailed off, bowing her head. "…I'm really, really sorry."

Lance stared at her for a moment before sighing and turning away, still rubbing his chest lightly. "…Get in your seat, miss Grove. You made it just in time."

Said girl beamed and grabbed the skateboard before rushing to her seat. Beside her, Blue huffed. "That's all he's going to do? You crash into him and he tells you to get in your seat? That is favoritism right there!"

Green crossed his arms and raised an eyebrow. "Would you rather she got in trouble because you made her late?"

Blue froze lightly at that. "Well…"

Not wanting to cause conflict, Yellow interceded. "It's okay, Blue. I'm sure you didn't mean to make me late for any reason."

The brunette smiled. "Thanks, Yellow. I was really just trying to do you a favor and let you sleep in, but it kinda backfired. So how about…" she paused to pull a brush out of her bag and then continued, "…I fix your hair? Windblown is not in." Yellow giggled and nodded, and so Blue began to carefully brush out the blonde's hair.

Lance turned from where he'd been writing on the board to glare at them. "Do you two really think that's the proper way to spend your time right before a test? Especially considering you barely escaped detention?"

The girls quickly separated, Yellow whispering that she'd just pull her hair up in a ponytail for today, and Blue staring at Lance in shock. She turned to Red. "I've escaped from yelling at him unscathed?"

The boy pondered it over for a minute before formulating his response. "Well, when you think about it, having you serve detention means he'd have to spend more time with you, which he doesn't want, see? Lance dislikes you so much that he refuses to spend extra time with you, so you're immune to his punishment, in a way."

Blue celebrated quietly as Red watched her and chuckled-quietly of course. Green leaned towards Yellow. "Hey. Since when have you known how to skateboard?"

The girl turned her attention to him. "Huh? Oh, I don't know, really. The guy I crashed into let me borrow it from him and then pushed me down the hill towards this building."

Green narrowed his eyes. "Is he crazy? Doesn't he know you could've gotten hurt? What's this guy's name, Yellow?"

She stared at him, perplexed. "It's okay, Green. I'm not hurt. As for his name…" she tensed as realization dawned upon her. "…Oh, no! I never asked for his name! I don't know anything about him! How am I supposed to return his skateboard to him now?!"

The boy sighed. "…That's completely beside the point…"

From the front of the room, Lance yelled. "Quiet, all of you! The tests… are out."

AN- …And that's it for chapter one! Tell me what you think, please. I'm just not sure about this fic, yet... Oh, and I'm still in high school, so I've got NO IDEA how college works. If anyone reading this is in college, would you mind giving me a few pointers? Thank you in advance!