Author's Note - The noticeable Palletshipping will start soon, I promise. Just hang on for a few more entries, please!


Ash's POV –

April 10thWell, I completely spaced on writing in this thing again. Hope Mom doesn't get mad about missing a day. Whatever.

Today's Saturday which is awesome! Gary's gonna show me around the house today. I already know where most stuff is, but I guess he's also showing me the backyard too. I don't know why I'd have to be shown around the outside, but whatever. Mr. Oak went out shopping for food and left me and Gary alone here for the day. Um… Last night we had sandwiches because there wasn't anything else, really. I guess that's it…

Oh! Wait, I had a really strange dream last night too. I was in a forest, but there was sand instead of grass. A ton of strange looking animals appeared between the trees. Then, a small yellow mouse looking creature came up to me and smiled. Then, it started to rain. Then sparks came out of the thing's cheeks and shot lightening at me, which was really, really weird. Then I had another dream right afterwards. I bolded up in bed and for some reason was terrified. Then I heard the sound of thunder and rain and I'm guessing it was the storm that was scaring me. I looked at the clock and it said 12:36. Then I saw Gary staring at me curiously. I just stared at him for a while. I'm still not sure why. Then I jumped on him and hugged him for some reason. I still can't figure out why, but dream Gary was warm. It kinda felt… good. In a dream sense you know. And then, I started bawling like a baby. Geez, if I really did that because of a silly thunderstorm (Even though I am really scared of them), especially in front of Gary, I'd totally die from embarrassment. Good thing it was a dream though.

I just keep writing more and more each day, huh?

Weird.

Maybe Mom was right about this stupid thing...

Nooooooooo! I don't even know where that came from.

Anyways, that's all I have for sure now.

Gary's POV –

April 10thIt's misty outside after the storm. Very humid, also. The dew on the leaves made the earth look much moister. I'm out in the barn right now, lying outside Midnight's stable. He's a good horse. As black as night with piercing blue eyes, he is. Normally, I'd take him out riding, to go clear my head, but I don't want to wander to far from the house since Ash is all alone inside.

Gramps left to go and get some more food. I guess he's going to try to make a ham. That should be interesting to watch.

I can hear Midnight's crunching and chewing as he eats the apples I gave him.

This morning was rather annoying. We were all sitting down at the table, eating breakfast. I had cereal, Frosted Flakes to be specific; Ash had buttered toast as he was scribbling things hastily down in his notebook. Gramps had some kind of breakfast shake that looked like the color of dead grass. I don't even want to know what he put in that thing.

Anyways, we were all sitting quietly at the table, each minding our own business. Mine being what I was going to write about for my poems and thinking about my runaway plan. Ash, I was inferring, was about whatever he was writing and Gramps was probably about work. But, as I was proven wrong, I assume he was actually thinking about how to make Ash's stay more bearable. And I suppose a nice home-cooked meal was homier than sandwiches. I suppose that would be true, but I'm just used to grabbing some bread from the counter and a pop and having that be my dinner as I work on homework.

It still bugs me, only because the fact that Ash is here now, Gramps decides that we should get some more food into the house. I guess I wasn't good enough to have better meals than Ash is. However, I suppose it's only out of courtesy, but I'm not sure if that's the only reason behind his motives. Perhaps I'm over thinking this.

Am I?

I think I am.

It's only a ham. I can become worried when Gramps starts buying these crazily priced foods and taking us out to dinner every day of the week. That would be the time to start questioning my place in his eyes. I can tell Gramps does like Ash more than his own flesh and blood, but I can't be mad at him for that. I'll become successful, I know that, but Ash has a brighter and livelier spark of life in him. My spark is so dull it's barely even a light. It's easy to tell why so many people like Ash. He's very charismatic. His personality just draws people towards him. My personality just drives people away. I'm surprised Ash hangs around me as much as he does. You would think he would go and sit with his friends, Misty and Brock, but he chooses to sit with me quite often at lunch, even when we don't have a project to work on. Even in class, when we have to have partners, Ash will always try to make eye contact with me, suggesting we should – we are – partners. His childish ways are rather cute, but maybe that's common behavior for a sixteen year old. I can't really decide since I act much older than I truly am.

Wait a minute –

Did I just call Ash… cute?

No, I called his behavior cute, that's different, isn't it?

Why am I always writing about Ash?

Even two poems for class I've been basing off of Ash or something related to him.

I need to clear my head…


Well, it's 2:30 approximately now. After I stopped writing before I went to take Midnight out for a quick ride in order to clear my mind. I just walked around the yard, within sight of the house. We did circles around the yard. I set up a small agility course for him also. He's an amazing jumper. We jumped, galloped, and maneuvered through the course. I was lost in my thoughts, instincts guiding my hands to guide Midnight.

I was thinking about Ash. Such a surprised due to how I left off before. It makes me wonder… A thought ran across my mind that I might actually have feelings for him, but that's ridiculous. That would make me… well, gay, and I know for sure that Gramps would NOT approve of that. He'd probably disown me. Maybe I should run away sooner than I planned.

No Gary, just wait. You just have to endure a few more days.

Anyways, as I was riding, Ash came out. He seemed shocked and impressed at my riding skills. He asked if he could have a go after he got all of his excited yelling about how he never knew we had animals. I told him the basics, but I highly doubt he was even really listening to me. He was preoccupied by petting Midnight and fawning over him. Once I finished, he put Midnight into a gallop. He was yelling with happiness as the black horse ran around the yard at full blast. Midnight was probably just happy someone was allowing him to run around at full speed. I haven't ridden him that fast in a while. Mainly after I planned on running away. I think the hardest part of the whole running away deal would be having to leave Midnight. I could truly care less about Gramps, but that black stallions been with me ever since I was young. Mom and Dad bought him for me when I was only two years old. They knew I'd love him when I got older and now that horse is one of the few things left of my parents.

Ash loved the whole ride. He was screaming out how he just needed a cowboy hat and he'd be set and that he wished he could go and lasso some cattle. I smirked at that. I could just imagine Ash trying to lasso cattle. The sun reflecting off of his pitch black hair, a slight breeze making that hair sway gently in the breeze as he watches the cattle grazing quietly. Then, he and his horse sprint down the hill upon which they were standing on. The cows hear him and scatter. Ash raises his lasso and spins it in the air.

Whoosh!

The rope soars through the air and lands around the neck of the bull. He pulls and tightens the rope. He's got him.

Well, I just added a pointless paragraph or two to this entry. I don't know why I wrote that down. This entry's very long. Perhaps I should stop, but there's still plenty to write about. Mainly about Ash's ride.

I do think about him a lot. I write about him, think about him, everything! It's like these past few days, my life is revolving around Ash. Why is that? Do I really… have feelings for him? I wonder what he'd think of me if he found out I might. Does he feel the same? Do I even really have feelings for him in that way, or is it some other weird relation like a brotherly love? I guess I am protective of him. It probably is brotherly love.

Yeah, that…