Name:Lonely Sleeping Bag

Pairing:Ash X Max

Rated: M for Mature

Please do not read if your offended by yaoi, also please rate and review if you could, that means the world to me. Flaming for the sense of flaming will be ignored however criticism is appreciated.

"This place looks like a good camping spot for now" Ash remarked, looking around at the wide open field, they have been walking for hours and now the sun is setting. Max walked right behind him, watching every move Ash made with a single minded interest, ever since he started traveling with the boy, feelings started to come up inside him, feelings that he never thought he would ever feel for anyone.

"Um, OK, I will get a fire started before its to late" Brock exclaimed and rushed off to get wood. He always was the one to think of that kind of stuff, without Brock we would all go cold and hungry most nights. Setting his pack down near Ash's, he walks over to the slightly older boy

"Hay, Ash can I ask you something?"

"Sure, shoot Max" Ash replied, turning around to look at Max.

"Well I was wondering, do you know what.."he swallows air, afraid of what to say next, his face started to heat up a little and his knees shakes "love...fells like?" Ash went silent for a moment, thinking. Max started to get even more nervous, Did he just find out...did I make a mistake?

"Well I love Pikachu, and when I think of him, I will do anything to help him and I cant stand thinking about being away from him, and I know he feels the same way. Why, is there some girl you like?" Ash stood a little closer, a grin on his face, all that he could do is blush harder and mutter "No"

"Who is it?" Ash keep poking where Max wasn't ready to talk about, Its you Ash but I cant tell you that.

"Nobody really...I just wanted to know" turning around before the older boy could respond he walked over to the campsite, Brock already back with some twigs and slightly larger pieces of wood that feel down naturally. Brock was always like that, he wouldn't cut a tree down. "hay Brock" Max quickly said to him as he started to unpack what little he needed to pass the time, one of his favorite books and another that he picked up just recently at the last town. Sitting down right were he stood he tried to read but his mind kept thinking about Ash. Does he love me like I do? Does he even know I love him? What would have happened if I confessed? Would he hate me? Would he never talk to me? He is always talking to May, does he like my Sister? All these questions keep spinning in his head, he was going to give himself a headache if he didn't stop, he needed something to clear his mind off of his crush. Maybe sleeping will help, he comments to himself, grabbing his sleeping bag out, laying it out where he was sitting, climbing in so he could get warm. Starting the page he was on over again since he wasn't paying attention the first time he read it. Soon it was dark and everyone was tired. May decided to sleep near her Brother. Putting her sleeping back above his. Maybe out of some sort of maternal instinct, and Brock and Ash slept on the other side of the fireplace, now cold and no longer providing any heat. Max put his head down on the pillow, dreaming that Ash would wrap his body around his own, the heat of each other would keep them warm. But all he felt was the bitter cold of the wind and the loneliness of the sleeping bag. It felt so hallow, empty without his love. He had to fix this soon or he swore his mind would shatter. If only Ash could see me more as a lover and not a friend...

A/N Sorry this is a short chapter, I promise a longer, more "interesting" chapter soon. Again, please rate and review, comment, concerns and criticisms are welcome