I don't own POkemon3

This is the first chapter of my new story!3 againstshipping, obviously. maaaaybe OOC... yeah, but I doubt anyone can really get down the personalities of characters of any tv show unless they work for the TV networkor something.

Summary: Paul's sister tricked him into traveling with Zoey across Johto. He's fighting a nicotine addiction, and another one: her. rated T for language, teen smoking, and minor sexual content.

Zoey's 14, and Paul's 16. It takes place in April, so Zoey's turning 15 in two months.

Let's roll;D

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There was something about the way her eyes lit up that made me kind of forget that I was supposed to hate her. Her brown eyes would practically glow when she argued about something that she believed in. The last time we fought she was telling me about how she read an article in the paper about how lung cancer is the most common kind of cancer because half the world's population smokes some kind of cigarette or pot.

But she doesn't seem to understand that I don't have lung cancer.

"Well, not yet." she said, folding her arms, leaning up against a tree. She was sitting on the ground. A leaf from above her head fell into her scarlet hair, but she didn't notice. I stood around the fire I was supposed to be starting, but it wasn't working.

I stared directly at her as I sucked up the last of my cigarette, and tossed it into the firepit. She scowled at me.

She went on, "Could you live with yourself if you gave me cancer from second hand smoke?"

I rolled my eyes. "No one is asking you to come with me. not even me."

"Paul, you can't even start a fire! I don't know how you traveled alone for four years." she got up and walked over to me. Zoey sat down on the ground on my left. She took the match out of my hand, and struck it against the box. Naturally, it lit immediatly. How she manages to do that every single time, I'll never know.

"I can start a fire. You just never give me the chance to set it." I grumbled, standing up.

"OH! So now you're lack of a manhood is my fault?" she rose toher feet again too.

"Are you calling me a girl?"

"Not in a million years! Even though obviously, I am more manly than you are!"

"Oh please, Zoey," I rolled my eyes. I stuck another cigarette in my mouth, and struck a match against the box again. "When your backpack spilled and your diary fell out, you screamed like a serial killer was amputating your limbs."

"God, you're so pathetic." she tried to take the match, but right as she tried, it sparked to life. I put it close to her nose and leaned my cigarette into it. She didn't move, her eyes never once leaving mine. It wasn't until I blew smoke right into her face that she had a reaction. She closed her eyes and breahed it in.

"You inhale more than I do." as I spoke, smoke came out of my mouth.

"Well, why do have to make it smell so damn good?" she hissed. The butt of the cigarette was practically touching her nose. She took it out of my mouth, and put it in hers.

This is usually how our arguements about lung cancer end: with Zoey smoking half my pack and telling me it was for my own good. Then, by the time we get back to town (and considering we're in the Ilex forest in Johto, that's a good two days walk) not only am I all out of cigarette's, I practically feel like rolling her up in paper, stuffing her with nicotine and setting her on fire.

Of course, then I'd go to jail and really wouldn't be able to smoke.

"That's called an addiction." she snapped at me when I got mad at her for taking the last one. She threw some grass at me that she pulled up from the ground where she was sitting. "That'll lead to pot, marijuana, cocaine, and-"

And this is the part of the day where I push her down onto her back, climb on top of her and kiss her senseless until she drowns in her own estrogen. This happens literally daily. Why? I have no clue. Have either of us tried something different? Yes, but it usually ends the same anyway.

About a half hour after I first kissed her, she pushed my off and sat up, wiping her sweaty face with her sleeve, and taking off her orange vest. Then, she rolls up her mahogany long sleeves, and punches me in the shoulder. But I already lowered her back onto the ground, kissing her neck.

And I know what you're thinking: "Oh, if they like each other, why don't they get together?"

Well that's just it: we don't like each other. I don't like her. I'm not supposed to like her. She's my sister's best friend, my brother's girlfriend's little sister, and the girl I travel Johto with for some reason. I'm still trying to figure out why I agreed to this. I think this was Ali7cia's doing.

All I really know is that right now, Zoey's underneathe me, and my tongue halfway down her throat. The smelled like pine, cigarettes and bananas. Bananas?

"Bananas?" I mumbled, taking my mouth away for a few seconds.

"I had- mwah- a ban- mwah- ana before." All in all, our mouths were only apart for seconds at a time. When I pulled back and sat back on my heels, Zoey yelled in protest.

"We have to stop this."

She was holding herself up by leaning on her arms. "I know."

As much as Zoey was convinced I was addicted to smoking, I think I was addicted to something else, too.

Her.

Its funny how things work like that.

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Chapter one! Tell me what you think!:D