Ash sat down next to his favorite sister at the table. It was obvious that she had been crying, just as he had been doing minutes before.

"Missing Mom?" He asked. She looked at him and nodded.

"Why did she have to go on the early plane?" She whispered. He felt choked up again, and they began to eat before they could cry about their mother's death.

Soon, their other sister came in and sat down, still reading her book. Ash saw her and almost laughed.

"Are you really reading that book again, Ashlon?" He asked. Ashtel looked at her. She giggled for the first time all day.

"Talk about nerdy," She laughed. Ash laughed with her and as they hi-fived, their final quadruplet, Ashley, came down.

"How can you laugh when Mom's dead?" She yelled.

"How can Ashlon read her book at a time like this?" Ash retorted. Ashley looked at her sister.

"Ashlon!"

Ashlon finally looked up. "What?"

"Why are you reading?"

"It makes me feel better, just like how doing girly stuff makes you feel better and skateboarding and laughing makes Ashton and Ashtel feel better." Ashley sat down next to Ashlon.

"You have a point…," She sighed.

Mrs. Daughtry, their current caretaker, came over and announced to them, "I have some good news! The Takeshi Family is going to adopt you four!"

Ashtel cheered. Ashley smoothed her long, black hair out and said, "Well, I hope they're nice."

"Do they have books?" Ashlon asked frantically. Mrs. Daughtry nodded. She grinned, showing her braces, and adjusted her glasses in excitement. Ash, on the other hand, was silent. Takeshi… He knew that last name. At least, he recognized it. He shook it off, and he and Ashtel ran upstairs to pack up what they had.

"They're going to be here any minute now," Mrs. Daughtry informed the next day. Ash hoped his Pokemon had made it to the Takeshi's okay. He heard Mrs. Daughtry's inform and grabbed Charkol Jr. from the top of his bed and hugged him while running downstairs. To be honest, Ash had never been so nervous in his life. He was about to meet his new family! He ran and stood next to Ashtel by the door. Ashley saw that Ash was holding Charkol and smirked.

"You're carrying that thing around still?"

Ash glared at her and noticed that she was wearing her first bow she had ever gotten. "You're still wearing that thing?"

"I'm nervous, okay?"

"So am I!"

"Yours is more baby-ish!"

"Is not!"

"Is so!"

"Charkol is not baby-ish!"

"You can bet it is!"

"No, he isn't!"

"Yes, it-"

Their argument was cut off short when a minivan pulled up outside.

"There they are!" Mrs. Daughtry sung. Ash let out a high-pitched noise in nervousness as Ashlon looked up from her book, her face growing pale. Ashley gasped and re-applied her lip gloss. Ashtel was the only calm one.

"Relax, Ashton. They're going to be our family!"

"And that's why I'm nervous," Ash whispered. He sat down next her on the couch and squeezed Charkol extremely hard. Mrs. Daughtry opened the door, and Ash recognized the man and woman that walked in, and their oldest son followed them, and Ash knew exactly who he was. He almost gasped, and he relaxed a little.

"It's Brock," Ash mumbled. Ashtel looked at him.

"You know him?"

Ash nodded. "We traveled together for… five of my journeys, and that includes my last one."

Ashley groaned quietly. "Oh no… He's the flirter, isn't he?"

"Yeah, why?"

"Ugh!" She exclaimed. Ash grinned.

"I think that living with Brock and his family has just gotten twice as awesome."

Ashlon began reading again, and Ash giggled when he saw the book she was reading.

"'The Truth About Guys'?"

Ashlon looked up. "It's the only one I haven't read yet."

Ash rolled his eyes and grinned. "If you don't watch out, you'll turn out like Brock."

She got an alarmed look on her face as she looked up quickly and slammed the book shut. "Never mind!" Her messy, dirty-blonde hair swung around as she threw the book across the room. It crashed into a table, causing it to fall over. Brock, his parents, and Mrs. Daughtry all looked over. Mrs. Daughtry looked at Ash and Ashtel.

"Which one of you did that?" She asked. Ash noticed that Brock was surprised when he saw Ash.

"Why do you always blame it on us?" Ashtel asked.

"Because you always do it," Ashley said as she sat down on the arm of the couch. Ash and Ashtel looked at each other and shoved her off at the same time. She yelped as she hit the floor, and as she stood up, she smoothed out her mini-skirt and screamed, "You to are the most immature-"

"Well, you did insult them," Ashlon pointed out.

"I don't want to-"

"You have to live with these three, Ash?" Brock suddenly asked.

"Unfortunately," Ash replied, resulting in three punches, the hardest being Ashtel's.

"Ow! I didn't mean you!" He told Ashtel.

"Oh. Sorry!"

Ash laughed. "I did mean Ashley, though."

"Why you little-"

"I think it's time for us to go home now," Mr. Takeshi suggested.

"Yes! I need books!" Ashlon screamed.

"I just want a place to skate," Ashtel plainly replied as she put her black hair into a ponytail.

"You might want to get your things," Mrs. Takeshi laughed.

"Yeah, that might be smart," Ashley giggled. "Where are we going again?"

Ash laughed. "Just a warning: She's a blonde in disguise."

"Ashton Ketchum!"

"That's my cue to run!" He jumped off the couch and ran upstairs, Ashley at his heels. She finally grabbed his shirt, and he fell backwards, tumbling onto her, sending them both falling down the stairs. The landed in a pile at the bottom, and she started to wrestle with him. Ashtel pulled her off, letting Ash up.

"Sheesh, Ashley! Mood swing-ish today, aren't you?"

"Don't even get me started!" She grumbled. Ash smiled and walked upstairs to grab his things, soon followed by Ashlon and the other two. Ash grabbed his pack and swung it on, and picked up his skateboard, and then grabbed a small suitcase of his. He squeezed Charkol, and looked at the room one last time. He sighed.

"See you later, room." With that, he walked out and downstairs to live with Brock.