Woot Woot! New story! Originally this was gonna be a one shot but the idea just rolled right in and now its a long shot!
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Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon in anyway
Oh and... IKARISHIPPING FTW!
"Gardenia, here I come!" Ash Ketchum yelled as he rushed through the streets of Eterna City, a grin on his face and an anxious, but excited Pikachu perched on his shoulder.
"Hey Ash! Wait up!" Brock Harrison called, chasing after the boy. Dawn Berlitz hot on his heels.
"She's not going anywhere in a hurry. Why don't we stop for lunch?" Dawn muttered, exhausted and annoyed. Her glare penetrated Ash as he turned to look at his companions. Seeing the look, he groaned.
"But Dawn…"
"I'd have to agree with her, Ash.' Brock suddenly said, seeing Dawn beginning to get fired up at the gormless idiot in front of her. Ash's mouth dropped open.
"What! Not fair!" he pouted. Dawn smirked and stuck her tongue out.
"See. I win!" she giggled. Seeing the look of sadness on Ash's face, she sighed, knowing she'd have to compromise to keep the peace.
"Look, I know there is a café near the gym. Lets go there."
Ash instantly perked up. A huge grin took over his face and he gave a quick nod before sprinting away. Dawn and Brock groaned as they dragged themselves along behind him.
…
Once seated, and after they'd finished ordering, Ash lent forward and grinned at them.
"So… you guys wanna hear my strategy?" he asked. Brock chuckled and gave a nod while Dawn had to open her mouth.
"Well, that's not fair! You never let me talk about…. PIKACHU! One ketchup bottle at a time!" she cried, snatching the second bottle away from the pokemon and placing it back on the table he'd stolen it from. "As I was saying, you never let me talk about my contest strategies!"
"Because they're boring!"
"WHY YOU!"
"ENOUGH!" Brock shouted, shoving his hands in the fuming teenagers faces. "Stop being immature little…." He trailed off as a cute waitress passed the table.
"Brock...?" Dawn started but instantly stopped as soon as Brock was out of his seat after the waitress.
"And he's at it again." Ash muttered. Dawn groaned and slammed her head on the table. Why was Brock such a fail romantic? Looking up she grinned at Ash.
"I'll give him... ten minutes?"
"I bet five."
"You're both wrong." Brock suddenly snapped as he slumped in his chair, causing Ash and Dawn to jump.
"Whoa. What happened?" Dawn asked, confused.
"Boyfriend." Brock muttered.
"Hasn't stopped you in the past." Ash argued. Brock shook his head.
"No no. BOYfriend." He jerked a thumb over his shoulder. Dawn and Ash looked in the direction to see the waitress kissing a huge, muscular biker.
"Ohh…" they both said. Brock nodded.
"So Ash. You were saying?"
"Oh yeah!"
Dawn sighed as the two instantly fell into the usual rubbish they talked about before gym battles, leaving her in her own little world. So what was she going to think about this time? She'd already covered the cutest pokemon in every region, the best coordinator from every region, her strongest opponent out of everyone, her mother's strongest pokemon, her mother's cutest pokemon, what she wants to do when she grows up and lastly which outfit of hers was cutest.
That left one thing on the list in her diary.
Boys.
Dawn giggled, earning a raised eyebrow from Brock. There was only ever one boy on her mind, with his amazing plum colored head and his deep dark onyx eyes, he just made her want to swoon.
'If only he wasn't such an asshole.' Dawn thought, frustrated as a waiter placed a chicken salad and strawberry cheesecake in front of her. She took one glance at her food before sighing and looking over at Brock.
"I'll be right back." She said, pushing out her chair and getting to her feet. He smiled and nodded but Ash frowned and opened his big mouth.
"But your food will get cold." He mumbled around his mouthful of hamburger. Both Dawn and Brock simultaneously face palmed.
"It's a salad Ash. A salad." Brock groaned. Dawn giggled and decided to leave it to Brock before heading off in the direction of the restrooms.
When Dawn got in and saw no one was around, she walked straight to the sink and mirrors to splash some water on her face. She didn't know why, but she was suddenly very flustered.
"Oh my god Claire! Did you see that totally hot guy heading to the gym just before?"
"What? That cutie with the purple hair?"
"Yah! What, like, other cutie could I be talking about?"
Dawn's head snapped up to see two extremely girly girls come walking in and start to apply their make-up beside her.
"He looked so sexy! I mean, I would totally be up for a one night stand with him!"
"Claire! You whore!" the other one screeched causing Dawn to wince.
'Yeah, you whore.' Dawn thought to herself, heading over to dry her hands.
"Oh my gosh!" Claire suddenly squealed. "It was Paul!"
"Wait… as in Paul? Like hottest pokemon trainer alive Paul?"
"Like totally! Paul Lopez!"
Dawn suddenly tripped and slammed to the ground at hearing the name. Paul Lopez? At the gym?
"Clumsy girl." The Claire spat as she stepped over Dawn to get out the door; the unnamed one stopped though and helped her up.
"You all right?" she asked, the stuck up voice disappearing all of a sudden. Dawn frowned.
"Yeah… thanks." She stuttered. The girl smiled.
"Good." She laughed, turning and walking out after her friend. Dawn sighed and brushed herself off with her partly dried hands before it hit home.
Paul was here. In the gym.
She was out the door before it was even fully shut.