A/N: I do not own Pokémon. You think I do? Why would you ever think that, m'dear? You need serious help if you think I actually own Pokémon. I would greatly appreaciate it if no one flamed me.
A soft breeze gently blows, my orange hair of silk blowing with it. I sit by the window, staring into the shining moonlight that lit up the dark sky. But my mind is on anything but the sky.My fickle mind is on the boy I have followed for three years, the boy who trashed my bike, the boy who aimed to be a master. Why did I follow him in the first place? It is just a bike. But I know it was more than a bike, and so do you.
Is that still a good reason to follow the poor boy like a stalker? He must be getting suspicious by now. Naw, he's just too dense.
But if he is so dense, why must I care for him in any way possible? Why must I think of him every hour of every day? I wish I knew the answers to these questions, but I already know.
If I know the answers to the the questions, why do I want to know them?
I really should stop babbling. There are just too many thoughts to write down on a sheet of paper. Too many questions. Too many emotions. But they all turn into one, small word.
Love.
Yes, that is the simple word. Love. I still remember when I was a young girl of eight years, I told my mother how I would never fall in love with a boy. Heh, she proved me wrong.
Now there's a good question I wish to be answered. Why do I love this boy? Why do I love the way he cares for every living thing thing, the way every strand of his ebony hair flows in the wind, the way his face shows so many feelings?
I really should stop babbling now. He is beginning to stir from his deep slumber. He slowly climbs out of bed, lumbers over to me and the moonlit window, and places a large hand on my shoulder.
"What are you doing up at this hour, Misty..?" Ash groggily asks me as he takes a deep breath and yawns.
I'm feeling a bit hesitant. "Umm... I was just looking at how beautiful the full moon is," I lie. I wish I had enough couage to tell him my true feelings.
"You should go to bed..." Ash yawned. "We're going to be walking for a while tmorrow..."
"Wait, Ash... There's something I should tell-" I paused for a moment. The boy was all ears, just staring at me, waiting for the last remaining words to spill out. "G-good night, Ash..."
His eager face seemed to disappear as he dragged himself back to bed. I'll tell him, one of these days. Now just seems to sudden, it's not the right atmosphere, no special lighting. No, I'm not expecting a bunch of angels to come down from the heavens up above and surround the two of us.
I guess he'll just have to wait to here my moonlit thoughts...
A/N: Here's a very short story I decided to post up. Tell me what you think of this babble!