Ugh, this took forever. Actually not, only a few hours surprisingly. Anyways, I had to post this before I started homework XD. So... I know you are all wondering what Blue and Green were doing, but trust me, it's actually not that perverted... And Gold is in trouble... Also, I feel like I used too many songs, but tell me that in a review... Also, I have a question you guys need to answer. So. I don't own Pokemon or any of these songs!

College… What Now?

What's Your Game?

Yellow, being the innocent, caring friend she was, was utterly panicking.

"Oh Arceus!" Yellow said, knowing her friends all too well. Something bad probably happened.

"I know, I'm probably in serious shit, but they're moving in their relationship," Gold said.

"Damn right you're in serious shi-" Crystal began.

"Uh, hey, Yellow? Mind getting off of me, I-I can't breathe!" they heard a female voice gasp for air.

"Oh my Arceus! Blue! Green! Where were you two? Did you drink any of the punch?" Crystal asked, shooting out questions.

"No. Mister Priss over hear didn't let me!" Blue pouted, mentioning Green, who huffed, "He said something about it smelling like alcohol…? Weird, right? Well, then he decided to be mister good student and buy new punch, and, being the great girlfriend I am, followed him. Thus, our little adventure to the super market."

The three teens' mouths were hanging open.

After a long silence, Gold finally said, "So does this mean I'm not in serious crap now?"

"No."

"Dammit."

The music changed from some slow song (which was probably some sappy song about being in love, which was probably suggested by some deranged fangirl, not that it mattered) to something upbeat.

I'm in love all right, with my crazy beautiful life.
With the parties, the disasters, with my friends all pretty and plastered.
Every night we are down to go out,
Waking up on a different couch.
Til the next night, on the next flight.
Yeah, I guess we're doing all right.
Oh oh oh
We're falling in love
Oh oh oh
Til the suns comin' up.
Oh oh oh
Just livin' a life
Oh oh oh
Every single night we fight,
To get a little high on life.
To get a little something right, something real.
At least we try.
Time after time.
Try dodging all the douche bags guys,
Try trading all the wasted times.
For something real, in this crazy life.

Strangely enough, no one was going to any crazed partying extremes, and all the guys looked utterly worn out. Dawn tried dragging her date to dance as he flopped lazily back down on the chair. She frowned and tried once again, only to fail miserably.

"You act like you're stoned sometimes," she huffed.

I just hope some people see,
There's nothing that I'm tryna be.
Let me just stop, all the shit talk.
I know I'm the new bitch on the block.
I been through my sketchy phases,
Been broke, been a shitty waitress.
But, I'm not now, guess it worked out.
Got here by runnin' my mouth.

"Yeah, I try."

The boy rolled his eyes as Dawn walked away from him, shooting some venomous words from her mouth. She went to dance with someone who actually decided to join in on the party.

The song changed after awhile after long hours of dancing. Now everyone was thirsty, and went to get the unspiked punch.

All but Amy. She sat down and sighed.

Her life kept getting worse and worse.

The story starts when it was hot and it was summer
And, I had it all; I had him right there where I wanted him
She came along, got him along, and let's hear the applause
She took him faster than you can say sabotage

As the song progressed, Amy thought about Blue, or as she deemed her, a horrible bitchy slut.

I never saw it coming, wouldn't have suspected it
I underestimated just who I was dealing with
She had to know the pain was beating on me like a drum
She underestimated just who she was stealing from

Green was hers, she'd make sure of that… just as soon as she regained her status as a popular girl, not some crazed emo tobacco-loving freak.

She's not a saint and she's not what you think
She's an actress, Whoa
She's better known for the things that she does
On the mattress, Whoa
Soon she's gonna find
Stealing other people's toys on the playground
Won't make you many friends
She should keep in mind,
She should keep in mind
There is nothing I do better than revenge, Ha

Though, as the song kept progressing, Amy found herself frowning. She knew this song quite well; it was a Taylor Swift song. But… Amy knew it didn't even come close to what her situation was.

She lives her life like it's a party and she's on the list
She looks at me like I'm a trend and she's so over it
I think her ever present frown is a little troubling
And, she thinks I'm psycho
Cause I like to rhyme her name with things, but
Sophistication isn't what you wear, or who you know
Or pushing people down to get you where you wanna go
Oh they didn't teach you that in prep school
So it's up to me
But no amount of vintage dresses gives you dignity

Yes, it didn't describe her situation at all. Sure, Blue wasn't the most modest girl, but she hadn't ever pushed anyone down to get to the top, in fact, it was Amy that did that. And it was never the fact that Amy liked to rhyme her name with certain… words… that got her thinking that she was psycho, oh no. It was some other things that she'd done…

Amy sighed; she was an inch away from losing the war.

She'd watched Blue and Green make inside jokes, have fun, have their friends accept them, and be a perfect couple, unlike their dysfunctional, messed up, unaccepted relationship, which was really just her lusting over him.

And she knew, no matter how hard she tried, she'd never win. It'd just be best to give up now.

But she didn't want to give up. She had to keep persevering. Or maybe… maybe just letting her rage, anger, frustration, and lustful feelings die down.

She still had her full four years of college ahead of her.

May found herself slow dancing with Drew, who was blushing furiously.

"So… uh… hey," she said awkwardly.

"Uh… hey…"

"So um… hear any good gossip?"

"I'm not a girl."

"But you're the center for gossip with your fangirls. Who are, by the way, are glaring at us."

"Let them glare."

"Stuck-up jerk."

"Sheesh, June, then why'd ya ask me out?"

"Look, Drew," May said, "My name is May. Lemme spell that for you, m-a-y. I asked because Dawn is a very threatening person."

"Oh," Drew said, hiding the fact that he was disappointed.

As they danced some more, they heard Leaf scream, "YOU BASTARD!"

May turned to find Leaf sobbing, and Sam (P.) looking furious.

"What were you doing with him?"

"N-nothing!" Leaf defended, "He was flirting with me!"

"Then why the hell did it look like you were enjoying it?"

"I wasn't! I told him to fuck off five times!"

"I don't know if I can trust you… I mean, after junior year…"

"You should know that was bull!"

"I don't know, anymore, Leaf…"

"Sam!" Leaf said desperately, "You can't do this to me! I did nothing!"

"Oh really? Maybe you should tell that to Gary Oak; it sure as hell seemed like you were flirting right back! And… and… and goddammit I think you enjoyed that kiss with him!"

Misty, May, and Dawn rushed over to their friend, helping her up, as Misty stepped forward.

"Look, dude," she said, "Leaf would never cheat on you. If you're too retarded to see that, she can do so much better!"

With that, a palm came to Sam's face, and Misty walked off.

"You know, maybe Mist is right. If you're too blind to see that I'd never cheat on you, well, maybe I'd do better dating Gary!" Leaf said, turning towards her friends, who started dancing.

I think you got the best of me
You're sleepin' with the enemy
You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone
The beat drops, I'm so low
My heart stops, I already know
You left me all alone, alone, alone, alone
I'm sick and tired of the mess you made me
You're never gonna catch me cry
Oh whoa whoa
You must be blind if you can't see
You'll miss me til the day you die
Oh whoa whoa
Without me, you're nothing
Oh whoa whoa
You must be blind if you can't see
You'll miss me til the day you die
Oh whoa whoa

Is this our breakup song? Sam wondered, somewhat sad, somewhat happy he finally got rid of Leaf.

Was it all just an act from him? Should he tell her that it was really him cheating? If he did, what would happen? He'd get another slap from Misty, and Arceus knows what from May and Dawn… and Leaf… she'd… she'd fry him like a bug.

His sandy blonde hair covered his eyes where small tears began to form.

Leaf did the rational thing (or so Dawn said). She slow danced with Gary.

"What's with the change of heart?"

"I broke up with Sam."

"Really? I told you my cha-"

"Because he accused me of cheating. You're a good for nothing bastard, don't get any ideas," Leaf said emotionlessly while twirling under Gary's arm.

"Aww, that's no fun."

"Okay, then I've got a compromise."

"Shoot."

"We'll play the game. Yes, the game. Who ever cracks and loses does whatever he or she likes with the loser. Of course, you'll never win."

"Oh ho ho, that game? Well, honey, get prepared to lose."

"I know how to make a guy jealous, sweetheart."

"Really now? I'm not so sure… wait, did you just admit to liking me?"

"Maybe," Leaf smiled, dancing off to another guy.

We'll play the jealousy game, trust me I know how to play, don't think you'll win just cause you say you will. I've gotta few things up my sleeve. You can't tell me you do get the green-eyed monster when you see me with him. You know it's true, I know you. Trust me. I know how to play. Don't treat me like a child, Gary. You'll sincerely regret it. Trust me, Leaf thought, dancing.

Hey girl, what's your name?
L-u-v, I see your game
It's okay, I do it too
Make me want to play a fool
Here boy, sign the line
Fools like you don't waste my time
I ain't game to play with you
Are you gonna follow through?
Step inside, we'll take a ride
Bonnie, Clyde, you and I
We can do this, do or die
Why don't we just take a drive?
Sounds gangster, I'm gangster
We'll play the damn prankster
Using up this bar we play
Then we make our getaway

So. If there are too many songs, please tell me. REVIEW AND GET A MENTION!

Misty: No need to yell it.

Me: But it gets the message across better.

Misty: Oh really? NO NEED TO YELL IT!

Me: Point taken.