Okay, this story shouldn't take me so long to finish but try not to hold me on my word. So yeah, Ash needs some time away from Misty so he gets a girlfriend of the internet but when this 'cybergirl' shows up, things take a sharp turn for the worst. BTW, I thought the prologue was a bit boring so I added in the first chapter as well.

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Prologue

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First, you have your outside self. The self who eats breakfast, talks to people, gets her teeth cleaned once a year.

Second, you have the other you. The real one. The one who wakes up in the middle of the night in a panic. The one who feels like she is on the other side of a mirror, watching everybody else. The one who stares at something like her little finger, or her reflection in a window, and wonders, what makes this finger, this face mine? What attaches me to this cage of flesh and bones?

That's when I panic. All I want to do is run as long and as hard as I can until I collapse and am too tired to think for one more second, because if I do, I'll start screaming and won't be able to stop.

That's what she thought about.

Everyday, she worried about the two selves that were hers. But even in her panic, she also believed in answers. There was an answer for everything, if you thought about it long 

enough. And that meant there was a solution, if you planned hard enough. She wasn't a Straight-A student just because of a lame school system. She was smart, and she knew a secret: Most kids only study school subjects. That's where they went wrong. Life is a subject in itself. You have to study hard for it, just like school.

Nobody ever knows what people really think about. You present a face to the world, and the world accepts that face, and even if people say stupid things like, "How do you feel about that?" or, "Penny for your thoughts," the don't really want to know.

So if you looked at TV, and magazines, and movies, and if you went to the grocery store, or even sat by the lake and watched the swans, and you studied what you saw, you knew that the answer was a number.

Two.

If there was nothing between you and empty space, you were lost. But if there was one person who loved you more than anything, you had something between you and the darkness. One person in your corner. One person to defend you. To keep you safe. Forever.

Looking at him was like looking in a mirror. Every time you gazed into his eyes you saw yourself.

Suddenly, having two selves didn't matter when you were with him. And that made you whole.

That's the best feeling in the world, she thought. And it's worth sacrificing anything I have to keep it.



Anything.

Most guys think I'm lucky. I have a girlfriend. Misty and I have been going steady since Junior High. I made a joke in the cafeteria, and she laughed so hard that soda came out of her nose. Right then, I knew she was the girl for me.

So I'd snagged my girlfriend early. Back when Misty Williams was still skinny as a flagpole and had her fire red hair tied up to the side of her head with blue elastics. Back when peanut butter got stuck in her braces, and she raised her hand in class to answer every question. In short, Misty Williams was well in sight of geek territory.

Now, at sixteen, you could say that Misty has improved. Okay, maybe they wouldn't as her to do a slo-mo run on the beach in Ocean Avenue, my favorite TV show. But now her teeth are straight, and her hair is now combed and looks ginger colored. Her cerulean blue-green eyes are surrounded by thick black lashed that she likes to flutter at me to make me laugh. And she has one terrific zillion-megawatt smile.

So who's complaining?

Moi.

I live in a small town. Pallet Town, to be exact. Every single pretty girl within a thirty-mile radius thinks of me as Misty William's property. I can barely smile at a girl without it getting around the school in about five minutes flat that I'm a major slime-ball weevil.

Okay. Here's my point. I totally crave tuna melts. But I wouldn't want to eat for lunch every single day. Sometimes you just want turkey. Or heck, even Spam.



But around Pallet High, Ash-and-Misty is practically one word.

"Are AshandMisty coming to the party?"

"Did AshandMisty see Mayhem, Part 4?"

Or, worst of all, no matter where I show up, from the park to the river to the mall, I hear:

"Hey, Ash. Where's Misty?"

After a while, you start to wonder is just being you is enough.

Then one day, I took a ride with the top down, cruise control engaged, on the information superhighway. On the Net, I can smile at whoever I want. Of course, it looks like this:

:-)

But it's better than no action at all.

Pretty soon I had six girlfriends. And I developed deep meaningful relationships with each one of them. It was real, but it wasn't. I still had Misty. I still had my real life. But along side of it was this totally exciting other life, where I could flirt with all sorts of different girls.

It wasn't really real. At least that's what I told myself. I wasn't hurting Misty.



The only problem was, sometimes doing something you think is sorta wrong and kinda sneaky but basically harmless…well, it doesn't mean that there won't be a price to pay.

And it can be way higher than you'd ever imagined.

Yeah a lot of Italics today, I'm not a fan of the overuse either it just worked out that everything I wrote today was thoughts and Author Notes, I promise next chapter will actually have some real dialogue. For future reference I'm not a May or Dawn hater, and sooner or later you'll see why you'd think I am but I love 'em both so yeah, I'm just gonna go clear that out and Reviews are appreciated!! I'll try and update soon!!