Love is All We Need

Author's Note: Hello! Uh, yeah. I pretty much doubt I'm gonna get more than two reviews. But what the heck. Just read, okay? Oh, by the way, STILL stuck in my other fic. But nobody's interested, I know, so who cares??

I own Pokemon. Whaddya gonna do, huh? HUH?

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Chapter One—May's Idea

Monday, 3 pm, Pallet Town

"So, why are we here again?" May asked as they entered Pallet Town. She, along with Ash, Max and Brock, had taken off a break from their journey in Hoenn for some relaxation.

"We're here because I want to meet my mom, plus I need some of my old Pokemon back," Ash replied, shifting Pikachu (who was sleeping) from his arms to inside his jacket.

"Well, where do you want to head first?" Brock asked.

"Let's go to Ash's place first. I'm starving!" Max said. Everybody else agreed, so they set off for Mrs Ketchum's house. As they walked along the road, Ash fell a little behind, lost in thought. He gazed deeply at the flowers bordering the dirt path. May noticed this, and she lessened her pace for Ash to catch up with her. "Whaddup with you?" Ash looked at her with a sudden start. "Nothing. I was just thinking," he said.

"About what? Or maybe who?" May teased him, grinning at the sudden confused and embarrassed look he gave her at her comment.

"Quit it, May," Ash said. He turned to Brock. "Hey, do you remember the last time we came here?"

Brock scratched his head. "No, not really," he admitted.

"Oh, yeah, I forgot. You were back in Pewter with your family at the time. I was with Misty," Ash said.

"So that's who you were thinking of!" May exclaimed. She gave Ash a victorious grin. "You like her, don't you?"

"Pssh, May. Of course I like her, but only as a friend. Just because a guy thinks of a girl sometimes, doesn't mean he has to like her."

"Yeah, but what if a guy thinks about a girl all the time?" May asked, trying to hide her grin. Ash blushed hard.

"I don't think of her all the time," he said.

"Oh, I never meant you," May said. Ash blushed even more at that. May grinned secretly to herself. Haha, you're stuck in my trap now! she thought gleefully.

Just then, Max, who had been quiet for sometime, stopped and turned around to face his sister. "What about you, always going on about Drew? Do you like him?" he asked her teasingly. He didn't actually care that much for Ash. He just didn't want to lose his perfect opportunity to embarrass his sister. He knew perfectly well that she liked Drew. After all, she was his sister. He knew every single expression on her face, every single move she made. And he knew that the expressions she made around Drew were not usual.

He was right. May started blushing so hard, Ash and Brock thought her head would suddenly explode. "Of-of course not! Why would you think I like Drew? He's such an idiot! Max, you and your funny ideas!! Heh…heh…" she stammered, secretly cursing her little brother.

"Whatever you say, sis," Max said, turning around and resuming his walk. May ran to catch up with him so that they could have a little "talk."

Ash and Brock stayed behind, walking together. "They just keep looking for ways to throw each other down, right, Ash?" Brock said. After receiving no response, he turned toward his right to face Ash. He noticed that he kept staring at one particular spot on his right in the flowers surrounding the dirt path. "What? Why do you keep staring there?" Brock asked him. Ash turned around.

"You promise not to pass any comments like May does?"

"Hey, I'm your old Brock here. You can count on me," Brock said.

Feeling that he could trust him, Ash started relating the events that had happened the last time he went to Pallet.

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FLASHBACK

"Misty, hurry up already! Flowers are so dumb, and besides, they're not going anywhere! Can't you pick some after we're done with lunch at Mom's?" Ash asked her crossly. They'd been traveling for a long time, and, as usual, Ash was very hungry.

"Here's a thought, Ketchum. Try controlling your stomach instead of me for a change! Besides, we can't come later because by then somebody might've picked the flowers I want!" Misty retorted, not bothering to look at him.

"It's not my fault you suck at cooking so much we had to throw the food away and starve ourselves!" Ash said, narrowing his eyes.

"Well, I'm better than you, at any rate!" Misty yelled.

"I'm not talking to you!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!" Ash turned around, really angry by now. He decided to go without her. Slowly, he started walking. Gosh, I need food, he thought, holding his aching stomach. He turned around to look at Misty. Look at her, going around those stupid plants. She's such a bighead! She doesn't care for anybody but herself. Hmph!

Just then, he saw a tiny Weedle in the grass.

Right next to Misty.

Getting ready to sting her.

For a moment Ash thought of warning Misty, but then he figured, she didn't care about his hunger, so why should he bother? Trying not to care, he turned back around. But then his thoughts flooded with the pain she would get if the Weedle stung her. Then she'd have to go to the hospital, and she'd be in real pain…

Without wasting a moment, he turned back around. "MISTY LOOK OUT THERE'S A WEEDLE BEHIND YOU!!!!!!!" he screamed, running towards her.

"Huh?" Misty turned around. She squealed in fright, and accidentally kicked the Weedle away. It went across the field with a stunned "Weeee!!!"

Ash, who had his eyes closed and hadn't seen Misty kick it away, could only hear her squealing, and he started running even faster. He jumped, thinking that he was jumping on the Weedle. But he didn't see Misty standing right there. And neither did Misty, who had her eyes closed as well.

WHAM!!!!!!!! Ash landed on top of Misty, their bodies colliding hard with each other.

Whoa! Is it just me or is this Weedle a bug bonanza? Ash thought, feeling what was below him.

"Ash…what're you doing?" Misty's voice asked uneasily.

Huh? Ash opened his chocolate brown eyes to find a pair of deep cerulean blue ones staring back at them. Oh damned shit, he thought, realizing that the thing he'd just felt up, was Misty. He saw that his right hand was on her thigh while the left was in between her stomach and her chest. Cursing himself, he quickly placed his hands on the grass beside her, and tried to get off of her, but found out that he couldn't, because Misty was holding him by his shoulders. But she let go as soon as she felt his tug. Both of them sat up, blushing really hard. They didn't say anything for a while; just looked around, both at a loss for words.

"Uh, Misty…" Ash began, after a while.

"Hmm?" Misty asked him.

"Uh, I'm sorry for what I did just now...I…uhm…thought you were the Weedle…"

"What? Oh, that…It's…okay, I guess…" Misty said, blushing at her remembrance of what just happened. After another long silence, she decided to say something.

"Ash?"

"Yeah?" Ash asked, venturing to shoot a glance at her.

"I'm sorry for, you know, not listening to you back then."

"Aw, it's okay. You know we have fights all the time," Ash said, gradually regaining his usual self.

"Yeah, I guess," Misty said, still feeling a little uneasy. Just then, Ash's stomach growled. Misty looked at him.

"You really are hungry, aren't you?" she asked him pitifully.

"Yeah, I'm feeling a little weak. But you can pick more flowers if you want. I'm not that hungry."

"Don't you go around making sacrifices for me, Ash Ketchum," Misty said, flicking his nose with her index finger playfully. "Come on, let's go." She got up along with Ash, who suddenly started to feel really dizzy. He decided to just keep his mouth shut this time. Oh gawd, I can't see anything, he thought, stumbling. BAM!!!!

"Did you really not see that tree? Or are you trying to make me laugh?" Misty said, helping Ash up.

"Naw, it's nothing….just feeling a little dizzy that's all…" Ash whispered hoarsely, rubbing his head.

"Come on, hold my hand," Misty said, holding it out for him. Ash looked at his blurred vision of her confusedly. What??

"Hold it!!" she said again, jerking her hand again. Ash just stared at her blurred hand. Misty sighed heavily, and linked her arm with his. "Come on, I'll lead the way."

"Uh, okay I guess…" Ash said. Her arm's so soft…

Misty smiled at him. He's so cute when he does stupid things…

END FLASHBACK

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"So you're telling me you had a fight with her and then tried to save her, and then you jumped on her and felt her up, and then she linked her arm with yours because you were feeling dizzy??" Brock asked him.

"Yeah, that was pretty much what happened," Ash said, blushing. "But I was wondering…" he added.

"Wondering about what?" Brock asked him.

"I was wondering what would've happened if I'd done that on purpose," Ash said.

"You would never have done that on purpose," Brock said to him.

"Of course not, Brock. I'm not like that. But let's say I did want to touch Misty, you know, in that way. What do you think she would've done?"

"Okay, first off, why are you even asking that question?" Brock said, confused at Ash's weird thoughts.

"I'm just wondering. But tell me, what do you think Misty would've done?"

"Well, let's see. She could've hit you hard, run off crying and reported you to Jenny, or something like that. Or," he added, "she could've felt really nice."

Ash stopped with a start. "Why'd she do that? She's not a whore!"

"I never said she was! Besides, she's not going out with anybody."

"That still doesn't make any sense."

"I mean, that's what she might've done if she liked you," Brock said, careful not to let out Misty's secret.

Ash looked at him. "Do you think…maybe she does like me?"

Brock shrugged. "Of course she likes you. You two are best friends. Maybe she might even fall in love with you, if you just gave her the chance."

"You mean, if I tell her I love her—which I don't, okay?"—Brock raised up his hands as if to say, 'I never meant that!'—"she'll go out with me," Ash said, still a little confused.

"I think she already does like you a lot. I mean, considering her attitude, she'd have ripped you to pieces if you'd done that—especially after you two had just had a fight. But she didn't. She didn't even yell or anything. She became uncomfortable. Don't you think that's weird? I mean, for Misty?"

Ash scratched his head. "Yeah, I guess you're right. But—"

Just then, they were interrupted by a loud yell from Max. "OW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT HURT!!!!!!! OH NOW YOU'RE GONNA GET IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

"Do whatever you want. I'm not afraid of—AAAAAHHHH!!!!!!" May squealed as Max threw all his cold bottled water on her.

"THAT'S IT YOU LITTLE WORM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" May screamed, running after her little brother.

Brock turned to Ash. "You think we should stop them?"

"Well, it's fun to watch them fight, but I don't want them to go to jail for it…so let's go," Ash started running.

"Okay, you handle May, I'll deal with Max," Brock said quickly, running as well to catch up with the siblings.

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Monday night, around 9:30 pm

"Well, I'm going to bed. If any of you guys are sleeping in my room, tell me now so that I don't have to wake up to unlock the door in the middle of my sleep."

"Nah, Max and I are sleeping in the guest room, and May's sleeping in Mrs Ketchum's room on the floor," Brock said.

"Alright then. Good-night, everybody. Night, Mom. Love you," Ash said, quickly giving his mother, who was sitting on the couch with his friends watching TV, a peck on the cheek. As he climbed upstairs, he couldn't help thinking about his talk with Brock earlier in the morning. I wonder if Brock's right…he thought as he entered his bedroom, that was exactly in the state he had left it in when he'd left Pallet the last time. He flopped on his bed and switched on the radio. The last part of one of his favorite songs, "You're Beautiful", was playing. He listened to the song, thinking over what Brock had told him. But even if he's right, do I like Misty? In that way? he thought to himself as he changed into his pj's. (AN: Well, what does a guy wear when he goes to sleep?? I have no idea!!!) He got into bed, lost in his thoughts, and gradually fell asleep.

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Back downstairs

"Hey, you guys wanna play Life upstairs in the guest room? I found a box of that in Ash's room, and I don't think he'll mind if we use it," Brock said. He, May and Max were really bored because Mrs Ketchum had taken over the remote and was watching some old soap that was waay too sappy and weird for them. May readily agreed, but Max said he was feeling too sleepy and decided to go straight to bed. They went upstairs. As soon as Max had fallen asleep, Brock and May started talking.

"Hey, what were you guys doing back when Max and I were fighting this morning??" May asked him, as she rolled the dice.

"Nothing much. Ash was telling me about the last time he came to Pallet with Misty," Brock said, handing her a card.

"Oh yay!! I get eighty thousand!! So what did he tell you??"

"Well, it's not like he told me to keep it a secret, so I'll just give you an overview. But don't tell him, just in case. Oh man!! Another kid! But I already have two!!"

May laughed softly. "Don't talk too loudly. You'll wake Max up. So anyway, what did Ash tell you?"

Brock shrugged. "He told me that the last time he came here, he and Misty got into a fight, and then a Weedle was about to sting Misty, so he jumped on it but he accidentally jumped on Misty instead and he felt her up, thinking that she was the bug. And she didn't yell at him."

Giggling at the fact that Ash thought Misty was the Weedle, May thought over the situation as she took her turn. "Misty really does have a crush on Ash, doesn't she?"

"She told me herself she liked him a lot," Brock said, looking at her.

May looked at him as she handed him the dice. "Do you think Ash likes Misty?"

Brock scratched his head. "Has anybody ever been sure of what Ash is thinking?"

May grinned. "I doubt even Ash himself has been sure of that."

Brock laughed softly. "You're right. But I think he does like her. I mean, at any rate, he doesn't hate her."

May didn't respond. A plan was forming slowly in her mind. Brock snapped his fingers in front of her face. "Helloo??" May looked at him with a start. "Whaddup with you all of a sudden?" he asked her.

"Nothing. I was just thinking," she said.

"About what?"

"I was thinking that maybe Ash does like Misty, but he doesn't know it yet. Maybe he has feelings for her, but he doesn't realize that it's love."

Brock nodded slowly. "I see where you're going. But what can we do about this?"

"I was thinking, why don't we try to get Ash and Misty together? It'll take a little white lie, but still, it's the least we can do for our best friends, right?"

Brock nodded again. "Yeah, but how do we do that?"

May looked at him, a slight grin forming on her face. "Is your laptop charged?"

"Yeah, but what—"

"Is the wireless Internet connection working?"

"I'll have to check, but—"

"Shh!! You'll wake Max up. Just get your laptop out. I'll explain everything."

"Okay."

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Author's Note: So, how was the chapter?? I know it's a surprise, since I didn't tell anybody about it. Well, this story just sorta came to me last night when I was going to bed, so I wrote it up as soon as I got up today. R&R please!! Bye!!

W/Luv, LIF