Ash's p.o.v.
It was raining outside I couldn't sleep. A certain question was keeping me awake, I knew she could answer it. My best friend Misty was reading a magazine on water pokemon. I tapped her shoulder lightly. She looked up from her magazine with an exasperated look on her face. I was praying she wouldn't split my head open with her mallet of doom.
"Yes Ash?" She asked. I could feel my heart speed up.
"Ash? What do you want? Hello!" She said impatiently. This made me feel even more anxious.
"What is love?" I replied. Misty's eyes widened and blushed.
"Love, is, um. Love is when you like people's personalities, their laugh, smile, the way they walk. Love is when you get shivers just simply at the thought of their name. When you get butterflies when you sit next to the,, or touch them. Love is when appearance doesn't matter. Niw that I've answered your question, answer mine. Why did you ask me this?" She replied thoughtfully.
"I asked you that because, I wanted to know for sure I was in love. And now, I'm positive," I answered. I kissed her lightly on the lips. When I let back she grabbed the back if my head and started to make out with me. Guess she's in love, too!
