So… I was watching the sitcom "Friends" when an idea for a story occurred to me, so... here it is!

It will be told in alternating points of view in order to more accurately get into the mindsets of the characters.

ENJOY!

Egoshipping, for the win!

Disclaimer (do we really still need these?): Pokémon still isn't mine! Lalalalala.

No.

No, no, NO.

This cannot be happening!

Frustrated, I threw the small white device against the wall. It landed on the floor with a clatter. I looked down, saw the red plus sign practically glaring at me, and abruptly turned away. I couldn't look at it any longer.

…It was the third test I took that morning.

All I could think of was how something like this could be happening to me. I was only twenty-one years old, for Mew's sake. Never in my life did I think that anything like this would be happening to me anytime soon.

After traveling with Ash and Brock for three years, I had gone home to re-assume gym leader duties. I had reversed Cerulean's reputation, and made a name for myself. I had been invited by the Pokemon League to serve as a member of the executive board. Researchers and trainers were asking for my opinion on issues!

I worked my ass off to get to my position.

I couldn't believe that I had practically put everything on the line after one drunken night.

I had to tell someone. My sisters were the first people that came to mind, but I had no idea how they would react. Whether they jumped for joy or disowned me (they never would, but it was still a bad thought), I didn't know if I could handle them at the moment.

I mulled it over in my head and realized that there was one person that I definitely I had to tell.

…the father.

I went back into my bedroom and sat on my bed, deliberating my next course of action.

I spent over three years with him, and after our break-up last year, I thought I was finally done. I never thought that I would see him again, but of course, I never had the best of luck with these things.

I blamed Ash.

That stupid boy just had to have his twenty-first birthday at the bar. I mean, I totally understand that being able to drink legally is a cause for celebration, but he didn't have to invite him.

I had stayed with my sisters for most of the night, but I knew that sooner or later, they would be picked up by other guys and I would be left alone.

Five seconds after Violet went to dance with some guy, he was at my side.

Stupid, smooth-talking bastard.

I still don't know what provoked me to take shots with him. Nor do I know why I had agreed to go back to his hotel.

I had left early the next morning while he was still asleep.

That was about a month ago, and I haven't seen him since.

I didn't know if I could face him again, but I knew I had no choice.

Groaning, I will myself out of my room and grabbed my purse and car keys. I ignored the questions from my sisters, left the house and got into my car.

The drive was a complete blur to me. Three hours later, however, I vaguely recall pulling up into the all-too-familiar driveway of the rural residence.

I exited my car and walked up the steps to the porch. I stood at the door for a good ten minutes debating on knocking or walking away. The latter option was very tempting, but I had already made the trip there: I would have had to tell him at some point, so…

Before I could think about it anymore, I raised my hand and lightly knocked on the wooden door. A few seconds later, it was opened by an older man in a white lab coat.

"Misty! What a pleasure!" he greeted with a genuine smile on his face.

I smiled back. "How are you, Professor Oak?"

"Oh, same old, same old. What about you?"

"I'm just… fine…" I answered warily. He didn't seem to notice my uneasiness, however.

"Come in, come in," he said, ushering me inside the house. "Would you like any refreshments?"

"No, thank you."

"So what brings you here?" he asked after closing the door.

I tugged at the hem of my pink sundress. It was a gift from him for my last birthday.

Go figure.

"Misty?"

I looked back up at the professor, who had a look of concern.

"Is everything alright?" he asked.

I gulped and nodded.

"What can I do for you?"

"I was just, um… wondering if Gary was here…"

Any thoughts? Reviews and suggestions are more than welcome. :)

I know that I'm still in the midst of writing Homecoming, but I couldn't resist starting this story. I have another one that I may start as well.

This one shouldn't be very long, and I have a three page outline already typed up. I'm done with classes in about two months, so I'll have lots of time to write then!