A/N This story is going to be before they get to Nacrene City
One stop, One love
Ash and friends decided to take a stop before finishing their journey to Nacrene city .So Ash decides to send out all the pokemon.
While he does that Pikachu is thinking about a certain grass snake pokemon. He has been wondering a few questions. Does she like me? Am I good enough for her?
While he was thinking the one his was thinking about was asking herself questions. Am I pretty enough to have him? Do I deserve him? Does he like me?
Pikachu had enough and decided to ask his buddy Tepig. He walked over to talk to Tepig and asked."How do you get a girl to like you?.
Tepig responded."You better not be trying to get Pidove to like you she's mine."
Pikachu said."No, no its Snivy I like I want to get her to like me."
Tepig said calmly."Well hate to break it to you but she already likes wait no loves you man."
Pikachu's mouth hanged open and he finally regained composure and said."When did you know that?"
Tepig said."Pidove told me."
Pikachu said a quick yes and fist punch in the air and took off to find the one he loved.
He searched head and tail and finally found her near the forest's edge.
He then said."Snivy there is something I want to tell you."
Snivy was surprised to find Pikachu not by Ash's side.
"Snivy I wanted to tell you I like you and I would love to be by your side not as a friend but as a girlfriend so please would you be my girl."Pikachu finished.
"You don't mean that." She said coldly.
"Oh I do why wouldn't I you have an amazingly beautiful body and the prettiest face that would make even an angel envy so would you be my angel."Pikachu said with compassion in his voice.
"Ok how could I resist you. You are so handsome and cute."She responded .
Pikachu couldn't help but give her a kiss right on the lips.
It was then they realized that one this one little stop they have started one huge, giant, unbreakable love and they were happy as they kissed and hugged all night.
A/N How did you like that the first Snivy x Pikachu story.
