A quick one shot with Special Shipping! I thought of it while listening to a piano piece that starts with a miserable and gloomy vibe, but gradually changes to a happy and complete mood. But anyway, here's the story! Don't forget to review!

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon Special/Manga.

Yellow sat on the stool, head in hands. This was a common position for her these days. Why does he never notice me? she thought. Tears threatened to break the barrier they were behind. Not that it'd matter; everyone else was outside having fun, while she was surrounded in the darkness of the bathroom.

Does he even think of me that way?
Does he think of me at all?

She knew she shouldn't be treating herself like this; it was only hurting her while she was still hurt. She stood up and peeked out the door, but shut it when she saw him. He was still with her.
They did look good together, in a way. She was merely a kid compared to the older girl. She didn't have a chance.

Maybe they belong together...

Does she love him like I do?

He cared for her, but with the other girl he acted slightly different. More mature, in a way. Though Yellow knew she had her own special place in his heart, she still felt empty.

Does he even care?

The countless adventures they had had-he had saved her life, she had saved his. They were supposed to end up together, right? What was the point of all those adventures? The moments they shared? The meaning behind it all? Had she just been blinded this whole time?

Do I mean anything at all?

A new set of laughter sounded from the other side of the door. His laugh.

What's the point?
Is he even worth it?

She had always masked her secret affection for him with friendly laughter and conversation.

Was it all a waste?

And then, she thought of it:
Am I too late?

She allowed herself to be swallowed by the darkness of the room as she drowned in her thoughts. Her best friend always said that if he made you feel like this, he's not worth it. But how could Blue say that when she had already found true love? Yellow was convinced she was in love with him. No, she knew she was.

Why do I always end up like this?

She was miserable. Vulnerable.

Does he feel the same about me...as I do about him?

She could only get out of this vicious cycle if his answer was a "yes."

Maybe she could leave the party now. It had only been two hours or so, so she had stayed long enough, right? She could leave as quietly as she came, no one would notice. Maybe-

A sudden beam of light interrupted her thoughts. She shielded her eyes with her hands, trying to get a look at her intruder. "Oh, here you are!" a cheerful voice said. Her eyes adjusted, and she stiffened-it was him. Red. The look in his eyes quickly shifted from happiness to concern.

"Hey, are you okay?" Red asked, kneeling down to her level and putting a hand on her shoulder. Yellow nodded, "You needed me?" she asked. She couldn't help it. "Well, of course! Crystal's cutting the cake already." He shifted his weight. "And, to be honest, all the things Misty wants to talk about are boring." He ran a hand through his messy, black locks, slightly embarrassed. "Oh, right." Yellow laughed, as Red stood up. "We better hurry, before Gold eats it all!" Red said. Yellow laughed, as he took her hand and led her to the dining room where all her friends were. Yellow smiled, a smile that filled every hole in her once empty heart.

You do, was all she could think.