Bugsy groaned as he slowly awoke. The room was still dark. He wasn't in his own bed. He turned. He saw the familiar pink hair of head he had came to love. Not wanting to wake her, he slowly stood up, ignoring the creak of her bedsprings, as he made it to the restroom. Nature called; that's why he was up randomly at 2 AM.
Once he was done with his business, he looked in the mirror. His hair was messy; he'll fix that in the morning. Taking a quick swig of water, he flicked the light off in the bathroom and made it back to bed. He sat there. He remembered, he had a dream.
It was of her again. He curled up with his knee to his chest, himself only wearing a light white plain tee and his boxer briefs. She looked pretty, even now, sleeping, drooling on her own pillow. She never really didn't look pretty in his mind. He rested his head against his knee. He can't remember exactly what that dream entailed, but his mind ran off.
He figured, he was lucky. So incredibly lucky. That her of all people came up to him to confess her love. In retrospect, he probably never would've done that himself. He would've been far too nervous, or just as likely, far too busy in his studies to notice. In a way, he gently cursed himself. Sure, Bug Pokemon, the academics, all of it was his passion. She wouldn't change that. But there was a chance where she might've never gotten the opportunity to do so.
He hated dwelling on that.
Even Whitney herself told Bugsy that he should focus on the present and how you can do it to shape the future. Not the past; you can't change it. But his curious mind couldn't help but think. His chest inflated a bit with an inhale, before he let out a gentle exhale through his nose.
All these books he read. All the knowledge he gained. And yet, she was still right. No point in dwelling on the whys and wherefores of the past that never happened. He gazed at her still, just admiring how she slept. She was almost a different person when her twintails weren't done.
She rolled in bed, much to Bugsy's fear. He didn't wake her up, right?! No. Her eyes were still close shut, with a little bit of drool on her lip. "Mmmnh…Bugsy…." She spoke, having a wonderful dream. She held onto a pillow with her two arms, clutching onto it for dear life. She even began to kiss it, stroking the pillow.
Bugsy chuckled. He should be getting back to sleep. All he needed to do was smoothly replace that pillow in her arms with himself.