"YOU TOLD THEM WHAT!?" White screamed at Cheren. White and Cheren were in White's bedroom. Cheren had a blue t-shirt and White was in a white t-shirt and pink shorts. "Did you want me to tell them that you are madly in love with Black and you thought Bianca was trying to steal him from you so you took drastic measures and kissed Black with your sanity still intact?" Cheren said without losing his breath. White thought about it, then shook her head. "No. What you said was a good excuse. They just think I lost my mind and said random things. They don't know that I like Black." Cheren nodded his head. "But when will you tell him? He cares for you. That much is obvious." White perked up. "Really?" she asked, with a twinkle of hope in her eyes. "Yeah. For one, he was kinda embarrassed on T.V with his arm around you. You probably didn't see it, but i was watching the news at a Pokecenter. Two, he carried you without hesitation. A normal person would've called for help or stood there. Three, he gave you a gift. An actual caring gift." White sagged her head. "That was a get-well gift." "Nope. That's not what he told me." White looked up. "He tells you secrets too?" Cheren nodded. "He told me to not say anything, but you're an exception. To me at least." White smiled. "Thanks. Now I won't even think about telling Bianca that you like her." Cheren blushed. "WHITE!" Cheren screamed. But there was a yelp from behind the door. White sat there confused, but Cheren got up and opened the door so fast that White didn't even realize he got up. "Jeez. If Cheren can do this, what can Black do?" White thought. But then she turned her focus to the door and gasped. Bianca was in front of Cheren, blushing a dark velvet, stammering. "U...u...h…..h..hhh...hi?"

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