Fandom: The Pokemon Game-Verse

Pairing: Blair/Whitlea, Chessshipping.

Rating: T

Reason for re-upload: Re-vamping! Here is Monochromatic Dreams v2.0! Yaaay! I'm excited, guys. I just changed and tweaked the story to make it fit into the more canon world. That means N is N, he's not evil, Bianca has a stable name, typos have been hunted down and fixed (...most of them, I hope), and stupid mistakes have been eradicated.

-RV

Monochromatic Dreams*

When you're with me, it's an eternal summer. I will never forget you.

It's in the ABCs of growing up.

Blair paced around his black and blue room, mentally thinking of curse words directed towards him. He really screwed up, didn't he? His Oshawott stared at him somberly, her dark eyes sad. The brunet patted the otter's head gently and let out a sigh.

"It's not your fault, don't feel bad Osh." Blair gave the otter a weak smile and picked her up.

"It's just that…" He looked behind his shoulder, towards the window that showcased Unova's signature sunset. The sunset mocked him, promising hope for the night to come, especially when his own life was pretty messed up.

The moody teen glanced at his Pokégear warily. She hadn't called him. This worried him to no end. What if it was because he couldn't tell her those three cursed words? It didn't make sense; they had made up, and decided to wait a bit more. He took her out for ice cream, for Arceus' sake! She should be calling him right now. Blair's brown eyes traveled towards the corner that held his summer homework. If he wanted to get trainer license in the autumn, he needed to finish all of the reading, the writing, and the preparation that happened before setting out on your adventure.

Blair cursed the person who decided to change the rules.

However, his Pokégear began ringing, causing a break in his curses. Blair quickly lunged for his cellular device and flipped it open.

"Hello?"

On the other side of the screen, Whitlea stared at Blair with her large, glassy, blue eyes. She chewed her bottom lip, a nervous habit that Blair knew rarely occurred.

"Hey, Blair. Um…I'm sorry I didn't call earlier." Whitlea started, and Blair noticed that her usual pony-tail wasn't done. Her long, brunette curls were down, framing her nervous-looking face.

What was going on?

"It's all right…what's up?" Blair picked himself up from the floor- where his Pokégear had been- and scrambled onto his unmade bed.

"Um…nothing, really, I just wanted to call, you know?" She gave him a smile, but Blair knew that if Whitlea didn't smile with all her teeth showing, something was seriously wrong.

"Hey, Whitlea, stay where you are. I'm coming over." Whitlea's eyes widened and Blair got off his bed and dove down for his shoes.

"You don't have to do that, Blair, I'm fine, really!" She said frantically, waving her right hand in front of the camera. Blair shook his head.

"Nope, I'm coming over." He slipped his shoes on and grabbed his Pokéball, returning Oshawott into the orb. "I'll see you soon." He ended the call and sprinted out the room.

On the other hand, Whitlea groaned and flopped back on her neat bed. Her room was painted a pale pink, a remnant from her childhood. Now, posters and photographs attempted to cover up as much of the disastrous color. The girl's ocean eyes traveled across the room, praying that Blair wasn't going to come over.

She felt…bad. She felt bad for manipulating him, really. She had wanted to hear those words so badly that she had tried and failed to get him to say 'I love you'. Why did she want to hear those words so badly?

Oh, yeah, because her last boyfriend- who stole her first kiss, a secret she was taking to the grave- never told her that he loved her. He was an artistic recluse, with insane green hair, always tucked under a cap. Gray eyes that stared at you, penetrated through your mind and soul. He was...simply...contradictory in every way.

N, N, N.

Tsk. Why was she thinking about him, anyways?

"Wait, Blair said he was coming over." The words flew out into the almost empty room, given that Snivy was sitting in a corner, lazily chewing on a twig. The snake-lizard Pokémon gave Whitlea a lazy smirk and returned to its chewing. Whitlea resisted the urge to wipe that smirk of its face; with a sledgehammer.

"Craaap." Whitlea rolled off her bed, jumped into her closet, grabbed her usual outfit; denim cut-offs, plain white shirt, black vest, socks, and ran into her bathroom. A shower later, she was brushing her teeth as fast as she could, all while throwing on her boots and attempting to tie the laces with one hand. She spit the toothpaste back out, rinsed, finished tying her shoes and sighed. All that was left was throwing her hair in a pony-tail. She took out her brush from her dresser drawer and began brushing her long hair. After that, she finally put it in a pony-tail and put her signature hat on.

"There, all ready. Snivy, you ready to roll?" The green lizard seemed to shrug and jumped onto the girl's shoulder, smug smile still intact. The girl turned towards her window, opened it, and jumped off, grabbing a hold of the fire escape, while climbing down. Finally, her feet touched the ground and she turned around, ready to run.

Too bad that between her and the exit stood Blair.

"Whitlea, where are you going?" He looked genuinely hurt, his eyes slightly wide, with a confused expression in them. The brunette girl sighed and looked down at her feet.

"Uh, I was about to…" Whitlea looked up to see that Blair had crossed the distance and was now inches apart. He smelled like burnt marshmallows and pine trees, a mixture of scents that Whitlea was addicted to. The familiar-ness of it made her choke up.

Blair flinched at the sudden change of emotions, Whitlea had a tendency to change moods, but choking up was something he was not used to.

He gently caressed her cheek and tilted his head. "Whitlea, what's wrong?"

Whitlea couldn't cry, not in front of Blair. She hastily wiped her tears away.

"Blair, it's better if you come inside."

She took a hold of the brunet's wrist and led him inside her home. Whitlea's parents weren't home; they never were. They were usually occupied with their teaching position at the local Trainer School. They crossed the front door that led to the living room. The living room was sparsely furnished, with a sofa and a love seat, positioned adjacent to each other, with a large television set in front of the larger seat. The walls were painted gray, with black trimming. Navy blue curtains covered the windows. The entire color scheme was dark, which was a bit odd for Blair. His own home was bright, with whites, crèmes, and neutral colors dominating most of his home.

Whitlea ignored his curious glances and they continued the trip to Whitlea's room, located on the second floor. They quickly went up the metal stairs and arrived at a hallway. The hallway was dark, the lights off, and there were four doors. Automatically, Blair knew which one belonged to Whitlea. Her door was covered with photographs, various still undeveloped, but one caught his eye

A picture of Whitlea and a green-haired teen. Whitlea noticed Blair's sudden quietness and quickly tore the picture off the door. She opened the door and led Blair inside.

Blair's been in Whitlea's room several times. It was the same way he remembered it, books littered on the ground and her PC on a messy desk. Whitlea took a seat at the foot of her bed, while Blair sat down on the rolling chair that had been tucked inside the girl's desk.

"Whitlea, spill it."

Whitlea cut to the chase, no use playing hard to get, not at these heights.

"All right, Blair, I didn't call you earlier today because…" Maybe it was better lying. She couldn't bear hurting Blair.

Blair arched an eyebrow. "Because?"

"You aren't the first person who kissed me!" Whitlea covered her mouth as soon as she blurted the truth out. She inhaled sharply when she bit her tongue.

Blair was unresponsive. His face turned blank, showing no hint of anger or kindness. "N."

It was Whitlea's turn to flinch. "How do you know him?"

"It's...not that exciting of a story."

Fourteen year old Blair stared at the sea, intrigued by the wave patterns and tides. He sat down on the sand, a sketchbook in hand, as he doodled out his thoughts. His mind was racing, ideas clashing and colliding at the rhythm of the Unova sea. He stared beyond the horizon, wondering quietly about what was beyond the sea. Other regions, of course, but what else? People? Places? Pokemon? There had to be something he was missing in this big picture.

"Hey, Blair." A new voice broke the silence that had been kept in balance by the waves and occasional Wingull cry. Blair continued sketching, as the other boy's lips curled up into the slightest of smiles. The smile that graced the lips of those who tried too hard to be accepted - the smile of those who weren't comfortable in social situations.

"N." Blair greeted, with an air of nonchalance, as the green haired teen sat down next to him. The brunet noticed the oddity that was N - his green hair, obviously, but his too-pale skin, wrinkled clothing. He seemed tired, the bags under his seemed darker today.

But that didn't mean he was going to be nice to him.

"What are you doing?" N's voice was light, breezy, much like the wind whipping around them.

"Not much." Blair's reply was short, courteous, and to the point. N pursed his lips and looked back at his feet.

"Oh."

"Yeah."

Both parties succumbed to silence, until N abruptly got up and brushed off his khaki pants. "I gotta go now. Have a meeting to get to. See you later, Blair."

N trotted away, and Blair arched an eyebrow.

But now, Blair knew what the gray-eyed teen had intended. Obviously, N had to leave the beach because he was going on a date with Whitlea.

"Blair…" Whitlea started but was quieted by Blair shaking his head.

"It's okay, Whitlea. You don't have to feel bad about it." Blair's voice was monotone and Whitlea threw her arms around the stoic boy.

"Yes I do! I lied to you," Whitlea cried, her head on his shoulder, tears staining his blue jacket. Blair sighed and slowly wrapped his arms around the girl.

"He's a ghost now, something of the past," Blair said softly. "Let him go."

Whitlea nodded, her blue eyes staring into his brown. She made him and herself a promise. She would forget N at all costs.

Weeks later, Blair was in front of Whitlea's door, holding flowers.

"Come on, Whitlea!" He called out, waiting for the girl.

The brunette ran to her window, opened it and grinned when she saw her boyfriend waiting outside for her. "Give me one minute!" Whitlea called out, closing the window again and turning towards her full-body mirror. She quickly slipped her wristbands on and checked her outfit once more. She hoped Blair liked her dress. It made her feel…so odd.

She shrugged and grinned, opening the window once more, jumping out, only to land on Blair.

"Hey, you're not supposed to be my cushion; you're supposed to catch me." Whitlea whined, lightly smacking Blair's head. Blair shook his head, fixed his hat and looked at Whitlea.

"Hey, you look nice today. It's because it's your birthday, right?" He kissed her cheek, causing her to blush. "Happy Birthday, Whitlea." He gave the girl the flowers and pulled her up.

Whitlea fixed her sundress, a white dress that ended at her knees. "Thanks Blair," She grinned, grabbing his hand before he could complain. "Take me away!"

Blair laughed and the couple began walking towards wherever Blair was taking them. Today, it was his turn to lead.