Hey there guys! This is the second of my drabbles, and I tried to go with funny this time. Special thanks to my first reviewer Warlordess, I hope you like this one! =)

Enjoy!

Pikachu

Pikachu. Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu. She knew he worshipped that damn rodent. Hell, she loved that damn rodent. But this was just too much.

Since the moment she met him he had not been able to talk about anything other than his beloved pokemon. But what at first she had interpreted to be as a sign of sensibility from her friend's part, now showed its true form as a, to be simply put, really weird obsession of his. An extremely weird obsession.

Oh, she knew he was his best friend. They had been through a lot of things, always side by side, together forever, yadda, yadda. She knew what she was getting into. True, it wasn't a good reason to get out, but she could at least complain, couldn't she?

He already had one thousand things that represented his adoration, no, his idolatry, to the yellow mouse. You only had to enter his room to notice it. A Pikachu pillow spread over his Pokemon League sheets (yes, Pokemon League sheets at nineteen). A yellow backpack with a Pikachu drawing hanging from his chair. A whole wall devoted to hold pictures of him and the rat. Three Pikachu trainer's guidebooks on the nightstand. A Pikachu sofa next to the bed so that the mouse would sleep by his side. A yellow, lightning decorated lamp on the desk. A shirt with Pikachu's face hanging from the door of the closet. A Pikachu radio. A Pikachu laptop. Pikachu, Pikachu, Pikachu.

Pikachu this, Pikachu that. And now to top it off, today she had caught a new Pikachu item in his collection when she entered his room that morning. A Pikachu doll. A Pikachu doll. Is he serious?

Wasn't she important? Couldn't he think of her a little? She was his girlfriend, for crying out loud, wasn't he supposed to love her unconditionally?! Wasn't she worthy of having her very own pillow or wall with pictures, even more than a God-forsaken mouse?

"Misty?" Ash shoved a hand in front of her face.

"Huh?" she snapped out of her thoughts.

"Hey, you spaced out on me!" he said, laughing good-naturedly.

"Sorry, I was just… distracted, I guess." she chuckled "So, what did you wanted me to come for? You sounded pretty excited over the phone."

"I got you something." he said, with a grin that would rival a child's on Christmas Eve.

Now she was surprised. And here I was complaining that he never thought about me…

She gave him a loving smile. "Ash! You really didn't have to, it's not even my birthday!"

"I know, but when I saw it I just had to buy it! I knew you'd love it!" Ash lifted the object towards her, his big, goofy grin perpetually plastered on his boyish features, "Misty, this is for you."

When she saw what the object was, her face fell. She really had no idea whether to kiss him or to hit him with all of her might.

It was a Pikachu doll.

So, there it is! Thanks for reading!