- What does Gary Oak REALLY think of Ash?
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I hadn't seen him since we turned 3 and became sworn enemies. I didn't know why. It just happened with that old conversation.
We were talking about our dreams of becoming a Pokemon Master. The only problem about that? We both thought we - ourselves would become the greatest Pokemon Master who ever lived.
It took us a while to finally separate ourselves. The conversation went like this.
"I'm gonna become the greatest Pokemon Master!"
"Nuh-uh, Gary! I am. And I'm gunna start with my favorite Pokemon a Pikachu." (He was right about that!)
"You are so dumb! I'm gunna be the Pokemon Master, and the starters are Charmander, Bulbasaur, and Squirtle. Not a Pikachu!" (Boy, was I wrong!)
We eventually started fighting, not exactly fist fighting, but we went into a sworn war. Then I moved from Pallet Town. My mom had got a job offer, and I didn't see Ash again 'til I was 9.
My dad died so we moved all the way back to Pallet Town. I was happily walking to Grampa Oak's when I saw Ash.
Why was he going to my grampa's place?
Only one way to find out.
I walked over to him. I hadn't seen him in so long, and I so wanted to end our war.
"Hey, Ash!" I called, hoping he would at least wait up for me. Instead he turned and started running towards me. My hopes rose and fell down again.
"What're you doing here, jerkface?" he sneered at me.
"I moved back to our old house! Aren't you happy?" I could tell that he wasn't.
I heard a snicker. "You mean the one with all the graffiti on the inside?"
I sniffed back tears, afraid that he might see me cry. No, I was stronger than that. I slowly trudged back to my house and inspected it. There was no graffiti anywhere.
I ran back to my Grampa's place. Ash was still there, playing with some PokeBalls. Then he walked into the old Jungle-Lab. Pokemon were playing everywhere! He bent down and picked one up. It was a yellow Pokemon. It looked like a Pikachu. Then he saw me, pinched it, and set it back down, where it cuddled his leg.
I didn't talk to him again until that day when we got our Pokemon. All I said were insults. But he did come out with that Pikachu he always wanted.
Now that I've been watching him, I see that maybe he might beat me to the title 'Pokemon Master'. Sometimes it seems like he doesn't know what he's doing, but inside, deep down, he does know.
But he has something else, something that I don't have. He loves his Pokemon, does what's best for them, and hardly thinks about himself when getting them involved.
That'll always make him better than me.
I guess I have some confessions to make...