Disclaimer: I do not own Pokèmon or Team Rocket. All character names belong to the Pokèmon company, whoever owns that.
Author's Note: When you see these: ***, it means it's changing to a different person's thoughts, but it only matters when their thinking. The thoughts are in Italics. And when you see this: ~~~, it means that it's changing groups, like from Ash's group to Jesse's group. This is my first fanfic, please r/r! Thanks!
~Chapter One~
***
"Jesse, I can't find my socks!" yelled the boy with lavender hair and eye pigment the color of polished emeralds. He worked for a man with the name of Giovanni, president of Team Rocket, a massive international group of Pokèmon theives.
"James, I can't hear you! I'm in the shower!" retorted a muffled, feminine voice. As beautiful as her appearance was, you wouldn't be able to tell at first that she was incredibly bossy, and took crap from no one.
James often swore that her elegant blue eyes turned to orange flames when she was really pissed, and he knew not to piss her off on purpose. After all, he had only been hit with mallets, paper fans, frying pans, and anything else that was available to her more times than her could count. He couldn't ever hold a grudge against her, they were best friends. But, he felt something a little stronger for her. Well, maybe a lot stronger than he would want to admit, he knows he loves her.
"Why can't I just say it? I love her more than anything else on this planet. I need her to love me the way I love her. But, what if I tell her and she laughs? What do I do then? Maybe I should wait until tomorrow..."
He sighed once more, and continued to look for his socks.
***
"Dammit, where's the shampoo?!" Jesse said. She shut the water off and got out, wrapping a towel around her skinny waist, pulled a shirt over her head, and stormed out of the bathroom.
"Okay... WHO TOOK THE SHAMPOO OUT OF THE BATHROOM?!" Jesse screeched. James and the talking Meowth stopped dead in their tracks. Meowth was on top of a bookcase waving James' socks above him, and he was jumping up and down trying to grab them from the devilish cat.
"What does Meowth think he's doing? What a little ass! Should I get the socks for James? Nah, I don't want him to know about my little crush on him... OKAY FINE! A HUGE CRUSH... I'll admit it! But what about my shampoo? I'll just get his socks and worry about the shampoo later."
She marched over to the plywood bookcase, and smacked the cat-like Pokèmon on top of his head with a paper fan. Meowth dropped the socks, and they fell on the floor. Jesse and James dove for the red tube socks. Jesse tripped over a plate with a piece of half-eaten toast on it, and did a twist in mid-air, then landed on her back. James instantly put his arms out straight in front of him to break his fall, but instead, he landed on top of Jesse. They both stared at each other, and started blushing. James was unaware that he had squeezed his hands on Jesse's er-(note from author: I don't know what you prefer to call a grown woman's chest... Breasts, boobs, tits, jugs, whatever.)___. James tried to get up but he couldn't move.
***
James bit his lower lip with his two front teeth and squeezed his eyes half-shut. He opened them again, and stared into her eyes.
"Do it! Do it! Kiss her, kiss her! What if she spits on you? Oh well, she's going to spit on me anyway because I've got my hands on her boobs. Oh my God, I've got my hands on her boobs! She's going to kill me for sure! AND she's got no bra on! Oh God, save me!"
***
Jesse couldn't help but stare back at him. James' grip tightened, and she really didn't know what to do.
"How did this happen? Why is he squeezing so hard? Is he embarrassed or scared? I think he's scared. Should I shove him off of me or let him stay like this? I wish he didn't squeeze so hard. Oh, this is peachy, my towel is unraveling from my waist. What's going to happen?"
Meowth regained consciousness and jumped about ten feet into the air. His chin dropped to the floor, as if there was an anvil in it. He was speechless. Jesse and James saw him and James immediately rolled off of Jesse.
"Tell yer good ol' Meowth dat he didn't see dat! Dat's preposterous! What did ya tink you was doin', Jim? I know ya like hur-" Meowth was cut off by the hand that was covering his mouth. James ran out of the small cabin as fast as he could, with his face buried in his gloved hands.
Author's Note: When you see these: ***, it means it's changing to a different person's thoughts, but it only matters when their thinking. The thoughts are in Italics. And when you see this: ~~~, it means that it's changing groups, like from Ash's group to Jesse's group. This is my first fanfic, please r/r! Thanks!
~Chapter One~
***
"Jesse, I can't find my socks!" yelled the boy with lavender hair and eye pigment the color of polished emeralds. He worked for a man with the name of Giovanni, president of Team Rocket, a massive international group of Pokèmon theives.
"James, I can't hear you! I'm in the shower!" retorted a muffled, feminine voice. As beautiful as her appearance was, you wouldn't be able to tell at first that she was incredibly bossy, and took crap from no one.
James often swore that her elegant blue eyes turned to orange flames when she was really pissed, and he knew not to piss her off on purpose. After all, he had only been hit with mallets, paper fans, frying pans, and anything else that was available to her more times than her could count. He couldn't ever hold a grudge against her, they were best friends. But, he felt something a little stronger for her. Well, maybe a lot stronger than he would want to admit, he knows he loves her.
"Why can't I just say it? I love her more than anything else on this planet. I need her to love me the way I love her. But, what if I tell her and she laughs? What do I do then? Maybe I should wait until tomorrow..."
He sighed once more, and continued to look for his socks.
***
"Dammit, where's the shampoo?!" Jesse said. She shut the water off and got out, wrapping a towel around her skinny waist, pulled a shirt over her head, and stormed out of the bathroom.
"Okay... WHO TOOK THE SHAMPOO OUT OF THE BATHROOM?!" Jesse screeched. James and the talking Meowth stopped dead in their tracks. Meowth was on top of a bookcase waving James' socks above him, and he was jumping up and down trying to grab them from the devilish cat.
"What does Meowth think he's doing? What a little ass! Should I get the socks for James? Nah, I don't want him to know about my little crush on him... OKAY FINE! A HUGE CRUSH... I'll admit it! But what about my shampoo? I'll just get his socks and worry about the shampoo later."
She marched over to the plywood bookcase, and smacked the cat-like Pokèmon on top of his head with a paper fan. Meowth dropped the socks, and they fell on the floor. Jesse and James dove for the red tube socks. Jesse tripped over a plate with a piece of half-eaten toast on it, and did a twist in mid-air, then landed on her back. James instantly put his arms out straight in front of him to break his fall, but instead, he landed on top of Jesse. They both stared at each other, and started blushing. James was unaware that he had squeezed his hands on Jesse's er-(note from author: I don't know what you prefer to call a grown woman's chest... Breasts, boobs, tits, jugs, whatever.)___. James tried to get up but he couldn't move.
***
James bit his lower lip with his two front teeth and squeezed his eyes half-shut. He opened them again, and stared into her eyes.
"Do it! Do it! Kiss her, kiss her! What if she spits on you? Oh well, she's going to spit on me anyway because I've got my hands on her boobs. Oh my God, I've got my hands on her boobs! She's going to kill me for sure! AND she's got no bra on! Oh God, save me!"
***
Jesse couldn't help but stare back at him. James' grip tightened, and she really didn't know what to do.
"How did this happen? Why is he squeezing so hard? Is he embarrassed or scared? I think he's scared. Should I shove him off of me or let him stay like this? I wish he didn't squeeze so hard. Oh, this is peachy, my towel is unraveling from my waist. What's going to happen?"
Meowth regained consciousness and jumped about ten feet into the air. His chin dropped to the floor, as if there was an anvil in it. He was speechless. Jesse and James saw him and James immediately rolled off of Jesse.
"Tell yer good ol' Meowth dat he didn't see dat! Dat's preposterous! What did ya tink you was doin', Jim? I know ya like hur-" Meowth was cut off by the hand that was covering his mouth. James ran out of the small cabin as fast as he could, with his face buried in his gloved hands.