To put it bluntly, the fact that Barry didn't know who she was pissed her off. Dawn thought she was a reasonable person, but this was obviously beyond anything reasonable—speaking in terms that the stupid blond couldn't remember her at all from Twinleaf, even though she was his neighbor when they were younger.

"What a stupid pig head!" Dawn screamed, slamming down the plates onto the picnic table she and the others were using for lunch. She was helping Brock prepare for lunch, which, for some reason, had made her remember the blond trainer she'd rather not think about anymore.

"Dawn?" Both Ash and Brock stopped what they were doing to look at the frustrated girl who kept slamming things onto the picnic tables.

She looked to them, her glare dark, filled with an unspoken anger in her soft voice. "It's nothing." She went back to placing the plates on the table, this time much calmer, much more lady like.

The two boys look at each other, half in fear, half in curiosity. Ash scratched his head, huddling closer to Brock so Dawn couldn't hear what they were saying. "Is she still sour form loosing that contest?"

"I thought she was over it."

"It was a pretty bad loss."

"And she did cry all night."

"No way!" A loud, obnoxious voice shrieked in laughter. "Dawn cried! She cried!"

She knew the only one who could ever have such an annoying voice. The only it could possibly be would be—"Barry! Stop being such a child!" Dawn barked, her fangs and claws already out before he could make another move.

"Dawn?" He stopped laughing and stood as still as a rock. "What's wrong?"

"You." She folded her arms and gritted her teeth. "You still don't remember me, do you?"

"No."

His reply was immediate; it pissed her off to no end.

"Well why don't you just crawl into a whole or, better yet, walk away, because we're taught not to talk to strangers!" She through her arm to the table, the force so hard it shot immense pain into her shoulder for ten seconds before she could talk again. "Besides that, we're eating. Go find someone else to bug."

"Love to but can't." He haughtily smiled at her. "I already promised to eat with Ash and you guys sometime after that last contest you had."

There was a weight on her shoulder. It only made her more angry. "You. You won't every be like your father, you big, fat pig head!" She sniffed her tears inside of her and ran off into the forest without another word.

"Dawn!" Barry lunged forward to run after the girl, but Ash caught his arm and pulled him back. Berry looked to the boy that ran ahead of him. This time, he grabbed his arm. "No. I'll go."

He found Dawn on a rock calling him things like "Stupid pig" and "a retarded battler." It didn't stop him from placing his hand on her shoulder and asking her what was wrong. You could say she was surprised by his sudden appearance by how she slapped him and ran to the first tree she could grasp.

"What are you doing here, Barry?"

"I'm sorry."

"Alright. I don't care anymore." She rubbed her head. "I'm sorry I made you worry and run all the way out here. I was just mad because you still don't remember me."

He snapped. His voice was more manlier (it was the first time the girl thought that) and deeper, darker. He was mad. "It doesn't matter anymore! If I remember you or not, I still like you for who you are now!"

Dawn blushed. "You what?"

Barry blushed. "I-I'll fine you if you say it again!"

"You can't fine me for repeating it!"

"Just watch me!"

- The End -