Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.
Ash awoke to the smell of Brock's delicious food; his food was the best. He opened his eyes, yawned, and walked over to Brock's side.
"Good morning Pokémon Master." Brock smiled.
"Morning, where's Misty?" He looked around; Misty was nowhere to be found.
"She went over to pick up supplies from Cerulean City." He continued to stir whatever he was cooking in his pot.
"Wait!" Ash had almost forgotten about his adorable companion, Pikachu. "Where's Pikachu?"
"He went too." Brock replied almost too quickly.
"Okay…" There was a long pause then both of them turned to face each other. "Umm..." Ash looked down but Brock kept staring with his squinty eyes. He then wiped his hands on his pink apron and took a step towards Ash.
"Ash…you look…" Ash snapped his neck upwards.
"Yes?" Ash said with a gleam in his eyes.
"Terrible! Do you need any of my Pokémon medication? What did you do last night?" Ash fell backwards in shock. He scrambled his legs and found himself sitting awkwardly on the ground.
"I had an interesting dream." Ash said shyly.
"What about?" Brock squatted down so he was eye level with him.
"You." Ash looked into Brock's eyes and he smiled in return. Brock lifted up his hand and brushed a strand of hair out of Ash's face. "We were…never mind." Ash attempted to stand up but Brock held him down. They were inches away from each other…
"We were?" Brock demanded to know the answer.
"Brock…" Ash leaned in closer. "I'm gay."