Title: Romeo and Juliet.
Warnings:
Excessive amounts of the finest AAML angst. Read with caution.
Summary:
They are nothing like those two—at least they got to have each other in death. Pokéshipping. Kind of Misty-centric. Drabble series.
Notes:
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i.

When he is ten and she is twelve they hate each other.

Or that's what they try to tell others (and themselves), at least. In truth they are really friends and much closer than they would like to admit and still too far apart to be anything more.

But it's not like they mind or anything. After all they have plenty other—and far more important—things to worry about; saving the world from vaguely evil forces every other week, for instance.

In fact, neither of them is actually aware of that what is in between them, and it will take them years to.

Right now, though, right now, they are content—maybe not with who they are, but at least with who they want to be.

(And it's okay, really. She feels absolutely fine.)

Even so, sometimes, when she's really weak, and then just a tiny little bit, she wishes he could turn into the prince in shining armour she will picture him as in her dreams at night.