Alright, nothing much to say so, LET'S CONTINUE!

…Zoey's Dream…

Zoey walked down a corridor of an unknown building… She slowly turned a corner and found a door at the end of another corridor. There was lighting inside the room because a little bit of it showed at the bottom of the door. She slowly made her way to the door and opened it. What she found inside, tore her apart. Her boyfriend, Paul, was on top of a girl, making out with her. Zoey just stood there; shocked. She then quickly slammed the door and ran down the corridor, running as fast as her legs could carry her. She was crying but she didn't care. She was heartbroken, and that's was the only thing she could feel at the moment. All of the sudden, she fell into an abyss but when her feet felt the ground, she woke up.

Zoey woke up in such a fury that even Paul was startled and woke up. He looked at Zoey with a concern face.

"Are you ok Zoey?"

Zoey was still breathing heavily before she replied. "Yeah… I'm fine… just a bad dream…"

Paul still wasn't satisfied. "Could you tell me what it was about?" he asked.

Zoey was silent for a moment before she lowered her head. "I dreamed of you making out with another girl… I was so heartbroken, oh Paul." She fell into his arms.

Paul wrapped his arms around her and began caressing her hair. "Listen Zoey, I promise on my life that I'll never cheat on you. As long as you promise not to cheat on me either okay?"

Zoey looked up at his eyes before she gave him her reply. "I promise." she moved her head forward and sealed the promise with a kiss. Eventually, they separated and were once again lying down, in each other's embrace; sleeping.

. . .

Zoey was awoken by the sudden movement beside her. Paul was most likely getting up to make them breakfast again… She pretended to remain asleep as she heard Paul slowly rise up. But then, he bent over and planted a kiss on Zoey's cheek. Zoey couldn't hide her smile and in the end, Paul noticed that Zoey was awake.

"Sorry if I woke you up Zoey." Paul said in an apologetic tone.

"Hey, don't *yawn* worry about it." Zoey replied.

Paul simply smiled and gave Zoey a kiss on the lips before unzipping the tent to get out. But Zoey wasn't going to let him make the breakfast this time, she was going to make it for him. She grabbed Paul's wrist and forced him back inside.

"Hm? Is something wrong?"

"It's just that… I want to make breakfast for you today, is that ok?"

Paul smiled at the offer. "Of course."

. . .

"Me and my fuc*ing big mouth again…" Zoey said to herself.

It was true; she didn't know what to make or how to make them. When she travelled alone, she would just take a sandwich out of her bag once in a while to eat but making the dam* things was the hard part for her.

"Now… where can I get fire from…"

She searched around the place looking for fire. The problem was… how do you make fire?

"No lighter, no matches, no flint… AW THIS IS HOPELESS!" she said to herself outloud. Just then, Paul appeared out of nowhere again and gave Zoey a match. She gratefully accepted it and lit the campfire. While she was doing this, Paul had gotten her a frying pan and gave it to her to use. She gratefully accepted the utensil and placed it over the fire.

"Wait, what the hell am I suppose to cook anyways?"

Paul stealthily cracked open an egg and placed it on the frying pan. Zoey was at first startled but quickly regained control over herself again. After a while, they poured the fried egg onto a plate and started eating.

. . .

"I can't believe we're already back on the road."

"Well, believe it or not Zoey, but we'll be arriving at Lake Valour in a few minutes."

Paul and Zoey had been walking for almost an hour now. They were close to Zoey's Grand Festival Location and the tension inside of her was building up.

"……. I CAN'T WAIT ANYMORE! I'M GOING AHEAD PAUL, TRY TO KEEP UP!" she yelled as she began to dash down the road.

"Zoey! Wait!" Paul yelled as he chased her.

. . .

Well, there they were. They were both out of breath but they had arrived, Lake Valour; the home to the Pokemon Contest Grand Festival. Paul had suggested that both he and Zoey book a hotel room before the spaces get filled up. Zoey, wanting to desperately see the arena, reluctantly agreed. Paul was right though, it was the day before the opening ceremonies began which meant that a lot of tourists and visitors were going to arrive.

…At the Hotel…

"Sorry sir. The entire hotel is booked." the attendant responded.

"Wait, what the hell do you mean the entire hotel is booked? Not even one spare room?"

"Unless you would like to sleep in the bathroom sir, I'm afraid not." the attendant responded with his British accent.

Paul was both ticked off by the fact that they had nowhere to sleep and the fact that this guy was speaking with an English accent. He was about to let rage control him until he felt a hand gently gripping his hand.

"Come on Paul, we don't need to stay at a hotel. Let's camp out for the duration of the competition." Zoey suggested.

"You know, you're probably right. Let's go."

"Good night; sir." the attendant said somewhat pompously.

Paul would've most likely punched the guy in the face had it not been for Zoey's innocent smile. The smile he adored the most.

. . .

After registering for the competition, Paul and Zoey decided to camp just outside the town limits. Again, they had settled their tent and ate dinner quietly. Zoey had a nervous look on her face, she felt was though she wasn't ready for tomorrow's events. She needed someone to be there; and there was. Paul rose up from his seat and took his dirty dish and placed it aside to clean up later. He sat next to Zoey on the picnic bench, wrapping his arms around her; cuddling her. Zoey's fears slowly started to melt away and it was gradually replaced with a beaming smile. Paul had noticed this and smiled himself. He was never the one to really smile or laugh but Zoey had changed that. The once heartless pokemon trainer had now become a caring, and thoughtful friend. Even his pokemon noticed this and began to enjoy the change. However, back to Zoey.

She felt comfortable sitting beside him; it was as if he was a big, warm and soft teddy bear. Even Glameow couldn't compare to him, Paul was something different, he was something more than she had even known. She never knew that love was so luxurious. She had always thought that love was painful, unbearable, and tragic. She had always thought that love never had happy endings; but tonight proved her wrong. Paul had made her a promise. He had promised that he would never leave her and she had promised him that she would never leave him. It wasn't just the promise that held them together, it was as if an invisible bond had tied them together, making them unwilling to separate.

She was interrupted in her thoughts when Paul had removed his arms from her and got up. He walked towards the tent and got inside without saying a word.

"I wonder what's wrong…" Zoey thought to herself.

. . . Change of POV . . .

Paul didn't know what to do. He got inside the tent and zipped it shut behind him. He was confused. He obviously loved Zoey but there was also someone else involved…

Haha! Let's cut off here.