Jessie sighed as she dropped onto her bed, exhausted. Another day of catching Pikachu…and another day of hopelessly trying to catch her partner's attention. She could remember what she had said when she first met him: "Well, I sure hope you're good, because I don't want to carry you around." But what she was thinking…that was something entirely different.
"Good night." Her face turned bright red as she spun around to face the voice. There stood James, with a nonchalant expression on his face. His short blue hair shone in the moonlight pouring in from the window across from her bed. His pajama top had a giant rose on it, reminding her of all the good times they'd done their motto.
"AWWW, IT'S SO WONDERFUL!" Eleanor, the crazy wacko who lived in the room across from them, yelled.
Both of them flushed bright red, and James ran to his room. Jessie swore she saw him puff a cloud of steam as he scrambled out. She just knew it.