Rewrite of my old fic, "Paradise". Hopefully better. Ash and Misty are on a cruise when a storm hits, and the boat ends up crashing on an island not located on any maps. Then it turns out that there are creatures on this island like nothing anyone has ever imagined. Now, with the help of the rest of the passengers, Ash and Misty must survive this island long enough to figure out a way back home. Alive. AAML. Review!

Reasons why this fic is rated T:

There's gonna be some sexual tension between Ash and Misty

There'll probably be some cussing

People are gonna die-but none of the main characters-and there'll probably be some description of kinda…gross things. That's the best word I can think of to describe it.

In other words, you should be AT LEAST 10 before you read this fic. How about, you should be old enough to have seen Jurassic Park, seeing as this is kinda based off that.

Now you see why this summary was too long to put outside of the story.
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Alright, guys, after careful consideration (which for me means 1 night of thinking and/or flipping a coin), I've decided to re-write this fic. I've realized I did a lot of stuff wrong in Paradise, such as not explaining anything about the other passengers or pikachu, and totally ripping off Spy Kids 2. Yes, I admit to doing that. But this time I'll try and fix all those mistakes! Now, for this fic…

Ash is gonna be 14

Misty's gonna be 15

Also note that I might not only be using Ash and Misty's perspective. I might also be using the perspective of some of the other passengers that were on the boat.

I hope you guys like this better! Now let's get going!
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Chapter 1

Misty lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling. She did this often-she wasn't quite sure why. Every time she did it, she would think of him. She had so many questions about him

What was he doing? Did he leave her that day, or did she leave him? Did he love her as much as she loved him? It seemed like at least 100 years since she had fished that incredibly dense, over-confident kid out of the lake along with his pikachu.

The first thing Misty had noticed about Ash was how much he cared about his pokémon. He seemed to think of them as normal creatures who were no different from humans-sometimes Misty even thought that he thought of his pokémon as his children. It sure seemed like that, the way he treated them. He would risk his life for his pokémon-he had actually done just that on more than one occasion. She had actually been shocked at how angry he had gotten when she treated his caterpie like vermin-which, in her opinion, it was.

The second thing she noticed was his density. It was no use dropping subtle hints to him-he would never get them at all.

The third thing she noticed was his confidence and determination. No matter how many times he lost, he would always try again until he finally won. No matter how much he failed, he always had the same confidence that this time he would succeed.

And so, Misty became interested in this boy. She used her bike, which his pikachu had roasted, as an excuse to follow him. Over time, she noticed more and more about him, and it wasn't long before she had fallen head-over-heels in love with him.

But then it happened. Just when they were about to set off to Hoenn, she got a call from her sisters saying that she had to come home to take care of the gym. She was also given back her bike, which had now been completely mended. Of course, the minute he heard this, he told her that this meant that she could go home and stop following him. He didn't even seem to care how much they had been through together. To him it meant nothing. But to her it meant the world

Then, eventually, they ended up walking down a road together during a beautiful sunset, and he told her that it did mean a lot to him. She remembered every single word he had said to her-she could recite it perfectly any minute.

He said they were best friends. He had also said that they were meant to meet. Was he right? But still…Misty didn't want to be best friends. She wanted to be more than that. She wanted to take the next big step in their relationship.

She wanted to be his girlfriend, and him her boyfriend.

Of course she had never told him about this-she might have told him that day if their friend Brock hadn't interrupted. Misty knew Brock just as well as him, and she did love Brock, but not in a romantic way, like she loved him. She usually thought of him as an older brother-that was even the way she acted toward him, and him towards her. She had always had the feeling that Brock knew of her feelings towards Ash.

Of course, the thing she wanted to know the most was what he thought of her as. She knew what she thought of him as. An amazing, incredible guy that she would give her kidney to kiss. But what did he think of her as? Did he just think of her as a friend? Or was he lying? Did he just think of her as an annoying, whiny brat, who he was happy to get rid of? Or maybe, though Misty didn't dare assume it…

Did he love her?

Misty let out a sigh of frustration. She had been asking herself these questions for 3 years, even though she knew the only way she would get them answered was if he suddenly appeared on her doorstep and told her. And that would probably never happen. He didn't even call her anymore. The only times she would see him would be if she came to visit the region he was in.

"Ash Ketchum," she said, even though she was fully aware of the fact that he couldn't hear her, "will I ever get the chance to tell you how much I love you?"

Suddenly, the door of Misty's room opened. She quickly grabbed a magazine off her nightstand and pretended to be incredibly fascinated with it.

"Misty?"

"Yeah?" Misty said, not looking up from the magazine.

"Is there something going on?"

"What makes you think that?" Misty said, still not taking her eyes of the magazine.

"Well, for one thing, it's incredibly unusual to see you tucked up in your room, reading the economist upside-down."

Misty sighed and sat up.

"Plus," Violet went on, "I heard what you just said.

Misty glared at Violet. "You were eavesdropping!"

"Misty," Violet said, rolling her eyes, "it's not exactly eavesdropping if I hear one sentence through the door while I'm walking down the hallway."

Misty looked down at her feet.

"You were thinking about-"

"Yes, I was thinking about him!" Misty said, tears starting to well up in her eyes. Violet smiled.

"He loves you."

"How do you know? You've only seen him once!"

"I've watched enough romance movies to know that he loves you. The way he looks at you…the way he talks to you…Misty, he loves you just as much as, if not more than you love him!"

"There's no way he could love he more than I love him."

"Misty, there's no maximum to how much you can love someone. I mean, come on, admit it, back when he left, you thought you couldn't love him more."

Misty didn't answer. She just continued to stare at her feet.

"And now you love him more that you did before, am I right?"

Misty didn't answer. Then, after a few seconds, though still not looking up at Violet, she nodded.

"See?" Violet said. "And I'll bet you a thousand bucks that you two end up kissing by the time you're in college."

Misty finally looked up at Violet and raised an eyebrow. "Where the hell did you get a thousand bucks?"

"Um, hello, Beauty contests!" She answered, as though it was obvious. "I would bet ten thousand, but I haven't won that much. Yet."

Misty frowned. This fact didn't improve her mood. But it wasn't like Violet to easily throw away money. She must have been pretty sure that Ash loved Misty to bet all her money on it.

Misty smiled. "Well, I don't know if you're right or not, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to try. I'll call him and invite him over."

Violet smiled and closed the door.

But Misty didn't invite Ash over. She tried, but he was never at any of the numbers she called. She called every single pokémon center in Sinnoh, she called every house in Pallet town, but he was never there. She wondered where on earth he was. This was very odd.

Her answer came the next week, on a Wednesday. Misty was still calling every place she could think of. She hung up the phone. He wasn't at May's place. Where the hell was he? Misty walked downstairs and decided to get some lunch.

Misty ate her bowl of Macaroni and Cheese while reading a book about how to get guys to fall in love with you. She had been reading a lot of these lately. Of course, there was no proof that Ash wasn't already in love with her, but she figured it wouldn't hurt to take precautions.

Just as she was finishing up the chapter on what to wear, the doorbell rang. Misty got up from her chair and looked through the window. What she saw would have made her drop everything she was holding, if she was holding anything.

Ash Ketchum was standing on the doorstep. Misty didn't have much time to observe how much he had changed, because the moment she recognized him, she jumped away from the window, eyes wide.

"Like, who is it?" Daisy asked, walking down the stairs.

"It's him!" Misty hissed. Daisy smiled.

"So are you finally going to tell him?"

"Violet, can you just-you know-"

"Like, stall him while you like, change into something better?" Daisy finished, sounding happy about this.

"Yeah…"

"No problem."

"Thanks!" Misty grabbed the book and bolted upstairs. She heard Daisy let Ash in. "Okay," she heard him say, and she noticed his voice had gotten a lot deeper. She ran into her room and closed the door, opening the book back up to the chapter of what to wear.

Carefully following the instructions in the book, Misty changed into the best clothes she could find to match the descriptions it gave.

Finally, she finished. She looked in the mirror, nodded, and, praying to God that Ash would like what she was wearing, opened the door and walked downstairs to meet Ash for the first time in years.
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And that's the end of the first chapter! I'm not yet up to the part where all the mistakes must be changed, but review anyways, and tell me what you guys think! I've noticed lately that unless I say that I won't post the next chapter till I get a certain number of reviews, I won't get very many. Of course, when I do say that, I get like, three times as many as usual. So, unfortunately, it looks like I'll have to resort to making you guys review.

I want at least 3 reviews before the next chapter. You got that? I'm not posting another chapter until I get at least 3 reviews. I don't see why I have to do this, it's not that hard! You click a button, type some words, click another button, and viola! You just reviewed the fic! Why don't you guys do it unless I make you?

Well, anyways, like I said, 3 reviews! Peace out my fellow dog food gangsters!

-Fwingsnitch=D

P.S. Happy birthday to me! I turned 12 on July 8th! I like this age, and this number. It feels good.