"Paul, why do you hate me?" He had heard that question asked many times, from numerous people. His parents, his
grandparents, his friends,rivals-hell, his electabuzz asked him that all the time. But...the way Ash had said it...it...made
him hurt. He was completely indifferent right? None could see past his poker face not even when his precious ash had said...
"WHAT THE FUCK?! SINCE WHEN DID I CARE ABOUT ASH?! HE HATES ME! AND I HATE HIM! I...I...i hate...shit." Paul
flopped back on his bed. "Alright, feelings. You win. *sigh*...I...I love Ash." Outside the room where he had been
eavesdropping, Reggie smirked.
"Well," he muttered quietly, "won't this be fun?"