Okay, so I'll be honest- I don't really know why I wrote this. I was actually working on a completely different story, and this just popped into my head, and I started writing. And it turned into this. And honestly, I like it, personally. It's very vauge, yes, but I think that adds a little something to it. Anyway, hope you all enjoy this terribly short little one-shot.

I Thought of Him

by MistyNicole

For the first time in my life, I felt hated.

Despised.

Exiled.

Unloved.

My friends had undoubtedly turned on me.

My grandfather was beyond disappointed.

And I had proven long ago that I was an unworthy trainer to my Pokemon.

But amidst everything- the pain, the addiction, the disappointment, the hate- I still thought about him.

Him, with his chocolate brown eyes.

Him, with his perfectly messing raven hair, forever hidden by a baseball cap.

Him, with his wonderful and beautiful and bright personality.

I ran a hand through my hair, matted and unkempt, and I realized something.

He didn't know yet.

Didn't know of my atrocities, my stupidity.

Didn't know I was sitting on the edge of my bed right now, salt water staining my shirt, desperately searching for some thread of hope.

And maybe I found it.

Because I was almost certain that he didn't know. Certain that no one had attempted to tell him, either.

He didn't know.

But I knew.

Knew in the bottom of my bruised and beaten heart, he would still take me as I am, and love me despite my terrible flaws.

Because he's so good at forgiving. It's not like he hasn't had to forgive me before.

I stood up, muscles aching, and dragged myself to the bathroom, flipping on the light and staring at myself in the mirror. At least I almost looked the same. My chestnut hair, my emerald green eyes, tanned skin, and- if I tried hard enough- my famously cocky smile.

But I looked so sick, at the same time.

My eyes, which used to shine so bright, were now dull, and I had deep purple bags under those eyes from my weeks of sleepless nights. My hair, usually so perfect and spiky, was flat and greasy and nasty. And I just had that look on my face. That look of total and complete defeat.

But nothing could chase the thought away.

Despite it all, he would still take me. Still accept me.

I gripped the counter, tears falling from my eyes, but not from the agony, for once.

Relief.

Relief.

I still had someone that I knew truly cared for me, despite what I had done.

And that was the hope I needed to carry on.

Thank you, Ash.

Wow. Was it just me, or is that a little... angsty? Anyway, I've decided that this is just a preview of a story I'm going to write (a spin-off, I guess you could call it), a multichaptered one centered around Gary Oak and his addiction and finding hope in his old friend Ash. It wont be up for a while though, because I'm working on a different story- title still undecided- with all kinds of drama and romance and mystery and junk. So i want to get that one planned out and typed up first. But enough of my rambling xD I hope you guys enjoyed this. Reviews and flames accepted. Just remember, you get what you give.

Peace and Love and Look on the Bright Side :D

~MistyNicole