I couldn't fight my enotions any more. I sank to my knees, sobbing heavily but quietly, guilt and agony washing over me like a crimson wave. I'm sorry, James, I thought. I didn't mean what I said. I'm always angry. I never think before I say things. And now I've driven you to this. I'm sorry.

James and Twerpette froze, looking this way and that. Finally, after a long silence, James called in a bewildered voice: "Jessie?"

What? Had I spoken my thoughts without realizing it? I looked up and decided that since he already knew I was there, I might as well come out. "Yeah," I choked, wiping my face. "It's me."

Twerpette stared at James in shock. "How could you let her follow you?!" she demanded.

"I didn't know!" James protested. "Jessie," he said, turning to me, "what the hell are you doing here?" His voice was firm but not angry. It actually sounded somewhat relieved. "And..." he looked at the knife in his hand and his face turned white as a sheet. "Is that my knife?"

"Yes," I answered, my voice still a little off from my earlier sob-fest. "Yes, this is your knife. I also noticed you had a gun, too. Planning on shooting twerp?" I jibed sarcastically.

"A GUN?!" Twerpette exclaimed. This was obviously news to her. "Why do you have a gun?!"

"I told you, Misty, that I was going to blow my own brains out tonight." I hated the way his voice sounded: so casual, as if he were talking about going shopping rather than committing suicide.

"I thought we had planned to jump off Maiden's Peak together!" Twerpette sounded very disappointed.

"WE!?" I shouted, disbelief stronger that even the guilt I felt right now consuming my brain. "You two made a suicide pact?! What reason could YOU possible have, Twerpette?!"

"Well, for one, you can't get her friggin' name right," James said cheekily. "It's Misty. Not Twerpette."

"Whatever."

"Ash left me," Misty explained. "Off for some slut named Dawn."

"The Sinnoh Twerpette?!" James snorted. "Even he's too good for her."

"I know, right? Blue hair?! I mean, really, that's just stupid. Uh... No offence."

"None taken, Misty."

"GUYS!" James and Twerpette had a very annoying habit of gettiing lost in their own conversations. "James, I'm sorry about what I said, okay? I really didn't mean it! You have to stop this-"

"I TRIED!!" James shouted, making Twerpette and me reel back a little bit. "I tried to stop, I really did. I knew that I was hurting myself. But I just couldn't stand it... I couldn't go without it... I'm addicted." He started to cry a little. "I might as well be on crack or something. It's just as addictive and just as horrible. I almost passed out once, Jessie!"

"When was that?"

James looked down. "... When I was writing your name in my arm."

"That'll scar, you know," I pointed out.

"Do think I'm not aware of that!?" James shouted, his eyes burning with a new, ferocious intensity. "I know it'll scar. Then your name will be branded on my arm forever until I die."

"...Whyyyy exactly do you want that?"

"Because I love you."

It took me (and James too, by the look of it) a full five seconds to register what had just been said. I stared at James, and he stared at me.
Then, without even thinking, I thrust forward, eyes closed, and kissed him. I could tell James was surprised, but after not long, he relaxed and enjoyed it, our tounges waltzing, exploring, tasting.

I began to get shivers. What the hell is he... Oh. My. God. And, knowing what was bound to happen, I reached for his belt and pulled it off.

I heard Twerpette as she ran away, also knowing what was going to happen.

I heard a catty snicker. "Well, finally. And ta tink, it took dis much just ta get yous twos ta get togetha."

Meowth, even in death, never failed to make sarcastic comments.

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The End.

Well, that ended up longer than planned. I suppose now I'll work on Blasing Off... to ThunderClan! (or BOTC) now. Until next update!

Mikichu