Hey Hey! :D Wow I haven't uploaded in ages but I am back now for just a little oneshot. As you may or may not know, I've been busy writing the Cilan x Iris sequel for the future... Anyway! Here is just this piece of drabble I came up with like half an hour ago. It's about the reason Ash comes across as dense when it comes to love, especially in the latest series. This is the reason I think Ash comes across this way so I hope you enjoy :D

Ages:

Ash: 14

Disclaimer: No I do not own Ash or pokemon itself .


"You don't know what love is? You are such a little kid!"

This phrase of his good friend Iris had been echoing round the raven haired pokemon trainer's brain all day. After a full day of helping a Cottonee express his love to another pokemon of the same species, the trio of travellers had set up camp and Ash Ketchum was lying in his sleeping bag after a long, tiring day.

In his tent alone, his no longer gloved fingers slowly massaged Pikachu's fur as once again these words echoed round his brain.

He sighed. Iris couldn't have been more wrong. He did know what love was. In fact, he had experienced it himself.

Back when he was ten years old he felt a flutter in his heart and stomach like no other but couldn't quite put his finger on it. Whenever he saw his red headed best friend, as Cilan would say, his heart soared.

It wasn't until he was a little more mature, around when he was travelling through Kanto again with Brock, May and Max that he realized what it was. He was in love.

Ash Ketchum sighed once again and turned over in his sleeping bag, pulling his hat down so the visor hid his eyes. He wasn't a little kid. He did know what love was but it pained him to talk about it so he did what was easiest and played dumb.

Whenever he spoke of this indescribable emotion with friends or family, he pretended to act dense for as whenever he thought about it, that painful day where he had to let his love go came back to him.

Ash wiped away the water that was forming in his eyes as his fingers continued slowly massaging Pikachu. He wasn't a little kid. He did know what love was but the memory was too painful.

The love sick young man closed his eyes one final time before at last falling asleep. Like every other night, his dreams were about that red headed girl which he longed to confess his feelings for. Maybe he wasn't such a little kid after all.

The End.


There you go! Thanks so much for reading :) I better be quick because I gotta go and get ready for a night of havoc on twitter with my bro... See you soon, TT ;) Thanks again and I will see you probably in a while because I am still focusing on my 3rd installment thing. Hopefully see you soon :)

AmyBieberKetchum signing out xD