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.

Paper bags and plastic hearts

"Thank you, thank you, thank you so much, Blair!" Whitlea squealed, as she threw her arms around the male brunet, who blushed madly.

"Aww, it's not that big of a deal…" Blair muttered, looking down at his shoes. Whitlea shook her head energetically.

"Nope, it's a huge deal! I'm sixteen now, and this is the best way to spend the most important day of my life~!" Whitlea couldn't stop grinning, she was so…exuberant that Blair couldn't help but smile back. The Castelia City Festival was a full-blown success, rounding in half of Unova. Music was loud, dancers dancing on the street, and vendors cooking delicious treats for the celebrating people. Blair had found out about the Festival weeks before Whitlea's birthday and had surprised the girl by taking her to the carnival.

"Blair, let's go ride the roller coaster!" Whitlea quickly grabbed the boy's hand and they ran towards the large line that belonged to the roller coaster. Blair stood still for a second; catching his breath as Whitlea fixed her sundress. She looked great, Blair thought, with a slight smile. The dress hugged every curve she owned, covered what it needed to cover and over-all suited her. The white brought out the vibrancy of her dark caramel brown hair and ocean blue eyes. Blair hadn't realized that he had been gazing at her that Whitlea smacked him playfully on the shoulder.

"You all right, Blair?" Whitlea teased, batting her eyelashes as Blair wrapped an arm around her.

"I'm perfectly fine, Whitlea." He grinned, losing his usual serious demeanor for once. Whitlea noticed this and began to laugh.

"Yes, I have managed to change your attitude!" Whitlea cheered, as Blair led her inside the building that housed the roller coasters entrance. Blair spotted the cart in the middle and immediately lunged for it, making sure that there was a seat for Whitlea saved.

Whitlea gave Blair a roll of eyes before slipping into the seat next to him. She placed her bag in the compartment under her seat and made sure that the restraint fit her snugly. Blair did this for himself, and then double-checked Whitlea's, to the girl's amusement.

"Whee!" The ride lurched forward and Whitlea's cap almost fell off as they began traveling at seventy miles per hour.

Blair couldn't help himself; he started screaming like a banshee, his arms up in the air and Whitlea's laughter echoed in the summer air. They went up and down hills, turned on loops, and went through a tunnel. The tunnel was dark, and a Zubat cry was heard in the distance.

Okay, maybe not, but Blair was pretty dang sure that there was something in the cave. As soon as they saw light, the brunet teen wished he was back in the tunnel. They were five-hundred feet in the air, ready to fall down at speeds that people usually got a ticket for.

And Whitlea was grinning like a fool.

"Oh my Arceus!" She breathed, and as soon as that last syllable fell out of her mouth, cart rolled down. The wind was in their faces, they couldn't hear a thing besides their own rapid heartbeats and each other's screams of fear, joy, and everything else in between.

Then the ride abruptly stopped, signaling the end of their trip. Whitlea huffed and puffed, attempting to control her breathing.

"Yay, that was fun, wasn't it Blair?" The male was unresponsive. Whitlea furrowed her eyebrows and tilted her head. "Blair?"

The teen twitched slightly and turned towards the girl. "I don't want to ride a roller coaster ever again." He said, finally, after a large gap of silence. Whitlea arched an eyebrow and got off the ride, followed by Blair.

"I thought you liked roller coasters, Blair." Whitlea said, with a tone in her voice that made Blair regret saying anything. She felt bad about his phobia of the machinery.

"Oh no, Whitlea, it's okay. You wanted to go on the ride so I couldn't let you go by yourself. No need to worry." The taller teen took the dress-wearing girl's hand. "How about we get some lunch?"

Whitlea shrugged her blue eyes downcast. "Yeah, sure."

Great, he managed to screw up what was supposed to be the best day of her life. "Your choice, Whitlea."

Whitlea paused and looked around, scanning their options. They could go eat tacos, or chow mein, or…

"Let's get some funnel cake."

Blair, startled, flinched. "Funnel cake?"

Whitlea nodded, and small smile began to flicker on her face. "I want funnel cake, Blair. Let's go!" She took his hand, a gesture that was common for her, and dragged him to the nearest booth.

"All right, all right," Blair said, chuckling slightly. He turned towards the vendor, a man with dark black hair and gray eyes. "Hi, can we have two slices of funnel cake?"

The man nodded. "Sure, do you want whipped cream and strawberries on it?"

Whitlea lit up like the fourth of July. "Of course~ May I have some extra powdered sugar please?" The brunette looked like a child in the candy store, her eyes wide and sparkling.

The man began to laugh.

"Of course, lass. How about you?" Blair shrugged.

"Sure, thanks."

The black-haired seller did as requested and presented two slices of funnel cake, giving the one with extra powdered sugar to Whitlea, and the regular one to Blair. "That'll be five dollars."

Blair rummaged through his front jeans pocket, and took out a wrinkled bill. "Here you go."

"Have a nice day!" The seller bid them farewell, and the couple walked away with their cake.

They found a spot in the shade, covered by a couple of palm trees. The bench was wooden, with permanent marker marks under the table. It seemed to be older than the usual item, but Whitlea sat down there anyways.

"Hey, look, someone wrote something here." The girl announced, while stuffing a piece of cake in her mouth. Blair examined the spot where she was pointing and nodded.

"Yeah, apparently a 'D and D' were here." Blair commented, before taking a bite of his cake. Whitlea assumed her thinking position and clucked her tongue.

"Maybe it's my cousin Dahlia."

"Dahlia? Why would she be in Unova? She has a Battle Frontier facility to run."

Whitlea turned towards Blair before continuing. "Well, what if they took a break, and hanged out here in Unova. It's fun here, there's a beach, islands, and the sunsets are breath-taking."

Blair pressed his lips together. "That's true. Well, okay, let's say she did come along with the rest of the Sinnoh Frontier Brains. Who's the other 'D' then?"

Whitlea flashed a sly grin. "Darach of the Battle Castle, obviously."

Blair rolled his eyes as the Wingulls cried over head. He tilted his head up and frowned slightly. The Wingull were back. Odd.

"Why Darach...besides the fact he's the only other 'D' in the Sinnoh Battle Frontier."

Whitlea had finished her cake while Blair had mulled things over. She picked up her plate and threw it away. After that she approached Blair, who wore a curious expression towards what she was doing, and finally sat down on his lap. The male blushed slightly, and shook his head and rolled his eyes, in order to fake nonchalance to the girl on his lap.

"Well, my dear cousin of mine told me that she had been dating Darach for a bit, to test the water, you know? Who knows if they're still together…my cousin is so unorganized." Whitlea giggled to herself and Blair was completely lost. He had met the famous Dahlia only once, and during that one time, he had been teased endlessly by her.

"Okay…" Blair let his sentence trail off as his eyes wandered off towards Whitlea's. She was so close to him, the contact making him feel warm inside. Whitlea lightly pressed her hand against his, and leaned her head forward, their noses now touching. All that was needed for Blair to lift his head up…

"Well, well, well."

The two teens broke apart, and Blair fell back onto the asphalt as Whitlea jumped onto the table, sitting down there as if nothing was wrong and nothing had been interrupted.

Whitlea's eyes turned dark, the ocean inside of them like a storm.

"N."

Blair scrambled to his feet, standing up straight, his voice cold, even for his usual character.

"Look who crawled out of the hole he's been hiding in."

The green-haired, gray-eyed teen grinned slightly. "If it isn't my friend, Blair. Hello there!"

Blair resisted the urge to punch the teen in the face. Whitlea jumped off the table and joined Blair, standing next to him.

N wasn't lost on the action. "Oh, did I interrupt something?"

There were two things that Blair hated. One was fake sympathy. The other was N, who was finally back.

Things were about to get ugly.