"Ahhhh~." Whitney yawned as she stretched her arms up on the rock she was sitting on. "Bugsy should be here any minute now~. Ugh, I can't wait!"

The two had arranged for yet another date, this time on the rocky, breezy coast of Cianwood City. They picked this location because… Whitney can't remember, actually.

"Heya Whit!"

She instantly jumped up from the rock and turned around when she heard his voice. "Buga…boo?"

Whitney turned around and saw Bugsy, alright. Except this time she had to look up.

"Honeycomb… everything okay?"

Whitney blinked. It sounded like Bugsy. Except maybe a tad deeper. But he was taller. Like, way taller. Normally Bugsy's head would rest right at her chest level (much to her delight), but now, that's where Whitney was. She remembered earlier playing with her Miltank; she was the same height as usual. So Whitney doesn't think she shrunk, just that Bugsy got taller. Much more tall. We're talking "He's giving Morty a run for his money" level of tall, and Morty was just about the tallest guy she knew. Except maybe for Lance, but that could just be his hai-

"Whitney?"

Bugsy tried to get her attention by holding onto her shoulders. This snapped Whitney out of her height-measuring stupor. She gazed back at him again. He still had a pretty boyish face, but now his jaw was just a bit more defined. His neck just a bit thicker. But his grip was so much more firm! She could've melted…

"H-hey handsome~." Whitney giggled. This was a fresh change of pace for her, and while she wasn't sure WHAT was going on, she didn't entirely mind this, either. She remembers sometimes she'd see some of her Gym Trainers with their boyfriends, either of the same height, or taller. They'd do cute things, like easily rub cheeks together, or lean into their boyfriends' chests. She couldn't do that with Bugsy. And she didn't really MIND it at all, but now…

"I know you love me Whitney, but try not to lose your head in the clouds."

"I could say the same thing of you, tall drink of water~." Whitney giggled, twirling one of her twintails around in her fingers. Bugsy just blushed, and began to trek down the trail. Whitney blinked. He's right though; she isn't quite acting like herself. Does the height really change the dynamic?

"Are you coming?" He turned around, a few paces ahead of her, calling for her attention.

Whitney snapped out of it to jog ahead to her usual boyfriend, who was now mysteriously several heads taller than before.

Before she knew it, the two were sitting on a different rock, a much wider, flatter one that fit them well. She was cradled up by him, with his legs spread apart so she could nest in between them. She gazed back at him, seeing his purple hair sway from the breeze. He still wore the same outfit; green hiking top, green hiking shorts, the boots, the almost-knee-high socks. And it looked weird on him. She blinked. Looking at his face, she couldn't help but notice that the hair was the same, but the look on his face wasn't. He seemed to beam more of… not confidence. Almost cockiness. It was rather unlike Bugsy.

Then he hugged her. Oh my Arceus, he hugged her.

Whitney felt a warmth surge through her body. Both of her blush, and also from him. His arms, his torso, were just more muscular than what she was used to. And they protected her from the chilly breeze of the Cianwood City sea that much better. She really could melt right here. She swooned, pressing her head against Bugsy's torso. It wasn't soft; it was firm. Maybe this really isn't her Bugsy, but it is a Bugsy all the same. Maybe that's good enough.

"Bugaboo?" She asked, looking up at him. He had to bend over a bit to see her from where he was.

"Yeah, honeycomb?"

"I love you." Whitney reached a hand up to stroke at his cheek, feeling the rigidness of his jawline.

"And I BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!"

Whitney recoiled. She felt something hard hit her head.

"BWAUGH!"

She woke up, shaking her head. Sun was shining into her room, and a painful welt was forming on the top of her scalp. She grabbed what fell onto her. It was her alarm clock. She was in bed, swaddled up in blankets after leaving the window open. She let out a relieved sigh. It was just a dream.

Wait. She checked the alarm. 8:30 AM.

"Crap! The Pokeathelon starts in 45 minutes!" Whitney began to get ready, and in a blazing quick whole of 7 minutes (she timed herself), she got tidy, brushed her teeth and did her hair. She was just about to run out the door, before she bumped into something just moments outside of her front door. She recoiled, feeling the pressure on her chest, before rubbing it off and seeing who it was, and gasping happily.

"Bugaboo!"

He fell onto his butt from the sudden collision. He groaned, but otherwise was okay.

"Practicing your Barry impression today, Whit? You were running late so I thought I'd-"

Bugsy's sentence was cut off by Whitney hugging him warmly. She pressed him into her body, with her arms wrapped around him, holding him closely like a girl would their favorite oversized plush. The sudden tender affection made Bugsy blush a scarlet across his face. Soon, Whitney would pull him back so she could bend forward and kiss his lips. This made the walking Bug-Type encyclopedia blush even further.

"Mmm. So glad to see you like this." Whitney smiled, her eyes in a sincere, half-lidded look.

"Y-you too…w-wait, like this? What do you…mean?" Bugsy asked quizically.

"Hehe, let's just say I had a bit of a funny dream. I'll tell ya later, let's head over to the 'athelon!"

The two scurried for the busy Sunday they had planned today. As they jogged to warm their bodies up, Whitney looked at Bugsy. Down, this time. And she thought to herself, no, it really is better this way.