It was an unusually calm day at the National Park. Usually there would be gaggles of people bustling around; Trainers looking for a new battle, Picnickers and Hikers hanging out, perhaps Bug Catchers wanting to try the contest. Bugsy frequented this location a lot as a result of the Bug Catching Contest, so when it was time for his first date with Whitney, he knew it as the perfect place he could take her.

As they held hands and their feet stepped on the ceramic flooring, he could hardly keep his eyes off of her. She was mostly the same. Mostly.

"...Would it surprise you if I told you that I actually don't come here very often?" Whitney spoke, looking at what she thinks is a Furret on a near-by tree branch.

"Really? I would've expect someone like you to get out a whole lot." Bugsy replied.

"I mean, I do! Just… mostly within Goldenrod City y'know. There's always so much to do there and I have so many connections in there that it's really hard to find a reason to leave it some days." Her fingers gripped around Bugsy's hand. "But I have a good one right here."

Bugsy couldn't help but blush. There was something magical about this. Just hanging around and enjoying each other's time. He quickly learned that he really needed this after spending countless hours letting trainers beat him up for the Hive Badge or being up to his neck in notes and books. His hand flexed back at her.

"Y-you're so pretty…" It was the first thing that came to his mind, and even so he couldn't help but stammer and choke. God, he thought. I'm so awkward. How can she be in love with me?

She doted a kiss on his temple. He could feel her breath as she exhaled against his hair. A shiver went down his spine. In all his time studying, Bugsy did remember a word of advice Kurt gave him. Love isn't about ignoring someone's flaws, it was about appreciating them, and the person behind them. So, he gave her a smile, understanding now that Whitney loved him even if he acted a bit weird at times. But she just seemed so damn flawless.

"Here, look, there's a bench in the shade." She pointed out, and raced him over to it. She went past a nice display bush in the center, and sat her pretty little self down. Whitney patted the open spot next to her expectantly. Of course, her boyfriend would follow suit, but on the way there, he saw the bush. Inspecting it, he pulled a single flower from it. He gazed back at her, and saw she was distracted with another tree.

"Gosh, I didn't even know leaves got that green…" She spoke aloud to herself, before turning her head to see Bugsy. He was holding for her a flower. This one had broad, strong white leaves, with a yellow little center in the middle.

"For you." He twirled it a bit in his hands, as she practically scream-yelped in delight. It caused Bugsy to be taken aback, but Whitney pulled him closer in. She wrapped him up in a hug. Sure, a flower being given like this was such a simple act of love that one might even just find it outright immature, but this is what Whitney wanted. She just wanted to see him love her back. Because she loved him.

"Awww, it's so sweet~! Omigosh, hold on…Here take a seat already, take a seat!" Bugsy did just that, as Whitney began to snap most of the stem of the flower off using her well-manicured nails. Then, she placed it into hair, right where one of her usual hair accessories would be.

"How do I look?" She asked, fluffing her hands up near her hair.

The poor Bug Catcher could only stammer. Not only was it such a nice gesture by her, but it looked so cute on her. This only made a light pink appear on Whitney's cheeks.

"Infatuated, aren't ya~?"

Bugsy just nodded, and Whitney giggled, throwing her arms on him and giving him a peck on the bridge of his nose. Now the Walking Bug Encyclopedia was practically overheating, a face as red as a Magcargo. Whitney almost thought something was up with him, so she leaned back. Giving him some space helped, as he began to speak.

"W-Whitney, I-I…" He swallowed his tongue. Today was also the day he wanted to try out the pet name, but she hasn't even so much as used her's today.

"What's up, bugaboo?"

Crap. Him and his big mouth… or brain, in this case.

"..." He inhaled deeply, and exhaled through his nose. "I'm so intensely happy that we're together. I really am. But it's a lot for me. I never really HAD love before. I never had a girlfriend, or a boyfriend, or anyone, you know. S-So I'm not used to this, I hadn't even THOUGHT I could be loved until you came around. S-so thank y-you, but also, sorry if I mess up and make things…weird." The Bug Catcher felt like he said it all in one breath, but he felt he made all of his words as coherent as can be.

"This is what I meant." Whitney replied flatly.

Bugsy looked at her.

"From yesterday. How you just would show yourself an' never act like you need to put on a face or some, like, fakeness or something." Whitney brought a hand up, holding Bugsy's chin, and stroking his cheek with her thumb. "I really admire that. So much. I'm sorry, I just realized, I'm pretty handsy, aren't I? I-is it too mu-"

"No!" Bugsy replied quickly. "...No. I love it. I love being touched by you." He leaned onto her, sighing happily. Some days he felt like his only friends were his Bugs. Not even books some days, Arceus knew they could give him such intense eyestrain. "Because I love you. I come here so often, but now that I'm with you, I swear I am seeing things I normally wouldn't. Like look at that." He nods his head as it rested on Whitney's side over to something in the distance. It would be two smaller shapes rubbing against each other. A Nidoran, of both the male and female varieties. "Everytime I come here, it's the Bug Catching Contest, so we'd be busy looking for Pinsir or Scyther. But all the commotion means the usual Pokemon aren't here. And now look. It's quieter, and they can enjoy a moment together."

"That's so nice…" Whitney spoke softly. "Like us, you know?"

He nodded in agreement. He sat back up, holding her hand. She looked back at him, and giggled, even lightly kicking her feet on the bench.

"...Hey. I'm sorry I didn't, like, notice your crush earlier." Bugsy spoke.

Whitney gave the back of his hand a little scratch. "Hey, don't worry about it, okay?" On one hand, she would've loved to be like this sometime earlier in Spring when it wasn't as warm now. On the other, these past two days have felt like the happiest she's been in a very long time, so it doesn't matter really. She kind of understands now; Bugsy is a bit different than her. She had infinite social experience and cues from being the talk of Goldenrod City. He was very different, always so busy studying all of those bugs of his. And trying to become a Professor.

"If it were up to me, I wouldn't change a single thing, Bugaboo."

Once again, Bugsy smiled, leaning his head onto her shoulder. "...You're my Queen Bee."

Whitney felt like one of those exploding barrels in one of those action movies went off in her head. She let out a loud noise. An indescribable one, only that one could tell it was of shock and exclamation. Bugsy recoiled. Oh no, did he upset her…?

"..." She looked at him, then latched him as close as she could. "That'sthesweetestthingI'veheardallyearohmigodIloveyousomuch!" She spoke rapidly, and even got to kissing his face several many times, alternating from his chin to his forehead and cheeks, moving with the same speed as a Dodrio would using its beak.

"W-Whifthneeyy!" He cried out, muffled from her face. He was happy she was so enamored with it, but… "O-other peophle could be watchink!"

"And I don't care!" She cried out, tugging him by his ascot up to give a single, more deep, sensual kiss on his lips. She cooed, and Bugsy instinctively closed his eyes in the kiss, his hands on the bend of her body. Only once she pulled away did he realize what he was doing.

"I feel like I could just hop on Mt. Silver and tell the whole world who my boyfriend is~! And nobody can stop me."

Bugsy just went with a carnation on his face and chuckled. She was so rambunctious. He was so studios.

And they both were the happiest they could ever be so far.