Hey everyone, I'm back with another short story which I hope will entertain you and tingle your senses.
Thanks to everyone who has reviewed this story, you guys sure do make me happy.
Disclaimer: Among other things, I do not own Pokemon.
In this story I'd say they are around 7.
As long as Gary can remember, Ash Ketchum has been an integral part of his life. The two were the best of friends and would play together almost every day during their childhood. They would climb the mountain next to the town and stay up there all day, pretending to be pokemon and playing games like hide and seek or tag.
As the sun goes down Ash uses up the last of his energy and plops down at the peak of the mountain, a huge grin stretching from ear to ear as the sun dips behind the horizon. Gary sits down next to him, laying back as stars start to twinkle in the sky.
"The stars look pretty good tonight don't they Ashy-boy?"
There is a long pause and Gary rolls his head to look at his friend. Ash is still facing upwards, but his eyes have slid shut and the slightest snore is escaping through his lips.
Gary's expression softens and he sits up slowly, for once letting his thoughts roam free about the boy lying next to him. Gary turns so he is facing the boy and brings one hand up, brushing Ash's bangs out of his face softly. The future pokemon trainer snoozes on, blissfully unaware of his surroundings.
Gary moves his hand down Ash's face, he's always been curious what the smaller boy's face feels like. He runs three fingers down Ash's cheek, enjoying the softness and wondering why he's never done this before. Then he remembers, Ash doesn't know how he feels, and he probably never will.
Aww poor 7 year old Gary, I feel so bad for his unrequited feelings.
