"I'm heading out."

"Whatever."

"See ya later."

"Whatever." Alex left the opposite direction of Luxray's. He takes out his cell phone and calls a number.

"Yeah, I'm goin' there…Uh, it was slightly shorter than I thought…No, I'm fine," He chuckles a little bit, "Where are we gonna meet?"

"The same place we were before."

"Okay, see you later."

"Bye." The one in the other line may have giggled.

"Bye." Alex hung up the phone and walked away.

"Hey!"

"Hey, long time, no see!"

"It wasn't that long anyway." Alex is in the park, walking towards Tracey, sitting in the bench in front of a large, green tree. "Let's go for a walk, or somethin'." Tracey followed Alex.

A few minutes later…Alex and Tracey walking near a river in the park…

"Hey Tracey," said Alex.

"Yeah?" Tracey turned over to Alex.

"I wanted to ask you something—nothing personal."

"O-okay…" she wasn't entirely sure on what he was going to ask.

"You seem scared," said Alex, "Well, uh, okay. Your fur…"

Now she knows what he's going to ask. "You want to know how my fur is pink."

"Y-yeah," responded Alex, "I'm just curious…"

"So is everyone else," said Tracey, "and they're not finding out. But you're different." Alex smiles from her response. "So I'll tell you.

"It started when I was little, when I was a Riolu. I had blue fur like most Riolu, except for the shinies; they have some sort of a yellow fur. I wanted to be a little different than the others; I didn't know how to do that. So it was only a dream then." They are still walking near a river. "Until one day, sunset, I was looking into the sun. I was having a little snack: a pecha berry. Though there wasn't much in the berry, since it was hollow, it was a little messy. Halfway eating it, some of the juice stained on my fur. I tried to take out the stain, until I noticed something. My fur was in a different color: some dark pink in my black fur. So that's when I thought: it's not a dream anymore. I showed my older brother, he was also Riolu at the time, which is sort of mean, tough-looking, and looks kind of strict, who seemed surprised. He thought of an idea, first he had to wash out the stain. Then he decided to 'dye' my blue fur, using a berry's juice…and something else. I chose a pecha berry, which gave me this color." She looks at her pink portion of her fur. "It was sort of a dark pink at the time, so it took a while to get it at this color.

"He decided to do the same too. He took a tomato berry to get a red color. He used less to get a darker red."

"Okay," said Alex, "and what's his name?"

"Who, my older brother?" asked Tracey.

"Yes, him."

"His name is Floyd."

"His name sounds like a psychic-type name."

"I know…but he likes his name." They stop to look at the river; they are at the end of the river, called the Tyrone River. "I gave the idea to someone else, or sold it, for about fifteen hundred dollars. Now some Pokémon are different colored than others." Alex raised his eyebrow, "Well, not around here. We later found out it can only be done with Pokémon with fur. So the people that worked for the one I gave the idea are working on experiments on trying to change the colors of other Pokémon that don't have fur."

"Okay," said Alex.

"What are you thinking now?" asked Tracey.

"Huh?" asked Alex, "Oh, nothing, nothing at all."

"Okay," said Tracey. She seems to be a little depressed.

"What's wrong?" asked Alex.

"Uh, nothing," answered Tracey," Nothing much…a-at all."

"C'mon, tell me."

"It's nothing."

"Alright then…" Alex looked at Tracey, "Well if you need something off your chest, come tell me." He thinks for a minute, "…Or you could tell Floyd."

"Okay." responded Tracey. She looks at the river, still seems depressed. Hopefully she'll be feeling better, thought Alex.

"C'mon," said Alex, "Let's go."

"Okay," responded Tracey.

At Tracey's…

It was later that day and Alex left to his house. Tracey left to her house: a 2-story house with a large front yard with flower decorations in the front of the door.

"Hey…Floyd," said Tracey. She found Floyd in the living room watching TV on the 20 inch plasma screen television.

"What do you want?" he said in a flat voice. He's a Lucario, with his dark red and black fur. At the time, he seems really bored.

"'Just wanted to ask you something."

"Okay."

"What would you say…if I…went out with someone?"

He thought for a second, and said, "How old are you?"

"I'm sixteen," she answered. Floyd was seventeen. He might plan to move out, but not for educational purposes. He might not even plan to move out until he's nineteen.

"Okay," started Floyd, "I'm proud of you finding someone, since I can't get one. I hardly care what happens, but if he harasses you, or has sex with you, or… (The list goes on)…you're not to blame, but it will when you started it; I will kill him. Y' got that?" She nodded in response. "Okay, now let me watch TV." She left the room.

At Alex's…

He's sitting in the couch, watching TV, beside Glaceon. The look on Alex's face seems depressing.

"What's wrong?" asked Glaceon.

"Just…her," responded Alex.

"The Pokémon?" asked Glaceon.

"Yeah."

"What about her?"

"She seemed depressed about something."

"Alright…and what's her name?"

"Uh, what? Oh, her name is Tracey." Glaceon gets surprised by the name. "You ok?"

"What-Yeah, I am.

"What's wrong with Tracey?"

"I don't know, probably troubling on the fact that she likes a human…"

"Harsh."

"What?"

"Nothing." Dirty motherfucker, thought Glaceon. "It'll trouble her one way or another." 'Cause if it doesn't trouble her first way, then it'll trouble her in the other way.

"Maybe, but I'll try not to make either ways happen." Good luck with that, Glaceon thought.

"Good luck with that," said Glaceon.

"Thanks, I think," said Alex.

"Just try not to worry about it, okay? Just watch some TV."

"Alright," said Alex, "I could worry about it tomorrow."

Worrying about it the next day, could be his biggest regret ever…