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My head pounded like a drum, as light shined through the red velvet curtains. Man, that Vodka hit me good. And I didn't even have a lot, unlike Ash, who had about ten glasses. I wonder how he's feeling. He didn't really have a strong stomach last night, like he usually did. I'll check on him when I go to breakfast.

I tiptoe out of bed and to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of nice, clean clothes out of my suitcase. I take a quick shower, before doing my usual bathroom routine. Then, I walk out of the bathroom with my hair composed in a side ponytail.

I walk back into the bedroom to see May and Dawn already putting on their clothes, and Iris stretching from a good night's rest. "Good morning, Sleeping Beauties." I comment.

May looks over, slowly. "Yeah, hi, good morning."

"What's wrong?" I ask.

Iris raises a hand to her temple, alarming Axew a little. "The Vodka; it feels like my head got hit by a bus."

"Ow." I respond, remembering the bottle of Vodka that was sent in our glasses, thanks to Drew. I walk to my suitcase, and pull out a small, blue bag. I unzip it, revealing band-aids and bottles inside. I take out a bottle with red pills inside, before walking to the side of Iris's bed.

"Here." I say, opening the bottle, and dropping a red pill in my left hand.

"What is it?" Iris asks, taking the pill out of my hand, and inspecting it.

"It's a pill for your headache. It should cure you in a few hours." I say, as Iris lets the pill plop into her mouth, and swallows it in one gulp.

"Thanks." Iris says, smiling.

"No problem." I say.

Dawn and May look at me. "Hey, can I have one?" May asks.

"Please?" Dawn pleads.

I sigh and playfully, roll my eyes. "Fine. But then you have to get ready."

"Okay." They say in unison, as they walk over to me. In response, I give each of them one pill, resulting in them quickly swallowing them down. "Thank you." They say.

"You're welcome. Now go get ready. We have to get ready so we can scold Drew and Ash." I say.

"Why Drew and Ash?" Dawn asks, as May walks over to her bed to put on her green bandana.

"Well, Drew, because he gave us Vodka." I say, turning to get Azurill.

"Then, why Ash?" Iris asks, putting on her regular pink skirt.

I cringe, as I pull a sleepy Azurill from out of the covers. "Because, he left his dinner in my bed." Iris gasps, putting a hand over her mouth. Yeah. I'm definitely going to kick Drew's ass for what he did to my boyfriend's stomach.

Once we were all ready, Iris, Dawn, May, and I walk out of the hotel room, and into the hallway. As May locks the door, Dawn, Iris, and I go to the boy's hotel door. Dawn smiles, as she gently, knocks on the door. "Paul? Ash? Are you in there? We're ready for breakfast."

Nobody answers the door. We wait for a few seconds before Paul's muffled voice answers. "Yes, Dawn. We'll meet you down there."

Dawn looks disappointed. "Are you sure? We can wait for you if you're not ready."

"No, we're fine. Just go down there and we'll meet you there." Paul answers with no emotion hinting in his voice.

Dawn sighs, making Piplup, who is resting on her shoulder, look worried. "Oh, okay. Well, I'll see you soon. I love you."

There's silence for a moment, but then Paul says, "I-I love you too." But once again, in his voice, there was no care, no love for Dawn. Dawn's eyes sparkle with tears. He had never been this way to her. Whenever she said 'I love you', he would always quickly respond with 'I love you too'.

Dawn's bottom lip trembles a little, as she walks away from the door, her whole body sagging with sadness. Iris and May quickly walk after Dawn, as they try to comfort her.

I stay by the door, hearing whispers creep through the door. I slowly and quietly, let my ear drift toward the door.

"Is she gone?" Ash asks.

"I believe so." Paul says.

"Thank goodness." Brock says, letting out a sigh of relief.

What the-? What was that all about? The elevator dings on the far end of the hallway, making the doors slide open. "Misty, are you coming?" Iris asks, as she steps into the elevator.

I look back toward the door, before finally running toward the girls and following them into the elevator, letting the doors close behind me.

When the elevator doors finally opened, we walked toward the ballroom, where a long table lay with breakfast foods galore. From small boxes of cereal to freshly cooked pancakes, my stomach couldn't decide.

May smiled, as she clapped her hands together. "Wow! It smells good!"

"Yeah. Let's dig in." Iris says, before running after May to the table.

I walk a few steps toward the table, only to notice that Dawn wasn't following us. I turn around to see Dawn sulking, her head facing the ground, as if her boots were more interesting than anything else in the world.

I walk toward her, while putting a hand on her shoulder. "Dawn, are you okay?"

Dawn looks up. "I don't know."

"Why don't you come and have some breakfast?"

"I don't feel like it."

"Why?"

"Because-because. Because Paul just gave me the cold shoulder!" Dawn snaps, making me wince a little. I could tell from the faint purple aura wavering around her, she was trying desperately to hold her psychic powers in.

I sigh. "Dawn, it wasn't you."

"How do you know?" Dawn whimpers.

"Well, boys aren't exactly the brightest when it comes to waking up in the morning. He might've just gotten up on the wrong side of the bed. I'm pretty sure that he'll be back to his normal self when he comes down here for breakfast and sees you, looking prettier than ever." I reassure her.

Dawn's eyes widen, as the purple aura around her, softens. "Really?"

"Of course." I say. "So, how about some breakfast?"

A low rumble is heard, as Dawn quickly hugs her stomach and smiles. "Well, I guess I have been kinda hungry."

"That's the spirit!" I say, patting her back. "Now let's go."

Dawn nods, happily. "Okay." Then she and I run to the table, grabbing a plate at the head of it. We fill our plates with assorted waffles and French toast. I grab a glass cup, filling it up with ice water. Then Dawn and I, together, walk into the ballroom and find Iris and May eating at a table with their plates stacked high with food.

Dawn sits next to Iris, as I set my plate next to her's, taking the chair next to her. "Don't you think that's a little much?" I ask, raising an eye brow.

Iris and May look at each other, and then turn back to me, their mouths stuffed with food. "No."

I sweat drop, smiling, nervously. Then before I shove a forkful of waffles into my mouth, I turn my head to the ballroom entrance, as I see five people walk in.

My eyes widen a little. Walking toward us with plates and glasses in their hands were the boys. Ash, Paul, Drew, Cilan, and Brock slowly walked toward us, as if it were one of their scenes when you seeing a pretty girl and/or boy, when they walk in slow motion, while having their hair be blown by a fan or something else random. My mouth is a gap as I glance at Ash. Man, he's hot!

But something truly wasn't right about them. For one thing, all their plates had little food on them. Paul, Drew, Cilan, and Brock, I could understand. But Ash, he had the littlest of all. And he had just been at a buffet. This was definitely unlike him.

And their expressions looked angered. All of their eyebrows furrowed together, as their mouths formed a deepened scowl. They gripped the plates and drinks in their hand with strain, as if holding their dishware was a major prevention from allowing their hands to do something. I'll have to see about that.

Ash lays his plate next to me, as he sits down. Paul next to him, then Cilan, then Brock, and then Drew. I smile at him. "Hi, Ash."

Ash turns toward me. "Who are you?"

That made my heart stop for a few moments, but I decided to stay calm. "What do you mean? I'm Misty, your girlfriend."

Ash's eyes widen, as if in realization. "Oh, right."

I raise an eyebrow. "Did that Vodka hit you in the head?"

Ash looks confused. "The Vodka? Oh, oh, right. Yes, very much. Sorry." Ash puts on a sheepish smile. Okay, that was weird.

"Pika pi." Pikachu murmured. It had a nervous expression lying on its face. Its' usually smile was formed into a confused frown. Its' eyes were full of worry as they gazed upon Ash. Was something wrong with Ash that I didn't know about?

Dawn, Iris, and May also look a little confused at the scene that was just played. But Dawn manages a smile, as she looks at Paul, who has his arms crossed on the table. "Hi, Paul!" Dawn says, with glee.

Paul's eyes slowly slide to Dawn. "Oh, hi." He says, so coldly, it could freeze the warmest object. And the warmest object in the room was definitely Dawn's heart. So it just got frostbite, as Paul says his response.

Once again, Dawn's eyes glisten with tears just preparing to fall. The same scene was happening again. She could not believe what was going on. Was Paul slipping out of the grasp of being in love with her? Was he in love with someone else? If so, who? Dawn would kick their ass to whoever stole her boyfriend. Whatever the reason, Dawn was hurt yet peeved at the same time.

I sigh a little, before looking toward Ash, who hadn't had a single bite of food yet. I nudge his plate toward him. "Aren't you going to eat Ash? You usually have a big appetite when it comes to breakfast." I ask.

"Oh." Ash said, uneasily. He looked down at the plate that lay before him. Then he dug his eyebrows together, as he pushed the plate back. "No."

What the fudge? Was Ash sick? This was so unlike him. "Okay. Well then, how about a kiss?" I say, leaning in toward him.

Ash's brown eyes widen. Then before my lips can feel the gentle texture of his, a finger is rested on my lips.

I snap my eyes open to see Ash's gloved index finger poised on my lips, stopping me from giving him a romantic peck on the mouth. I get confused at his reaction, as he shakes his head. "No." He says it as if I was a pet that just did something bad; he says it easy and slow.

I lean back in my chair with a pouting expression. Either the Vodka was really getting to him or something was desperately wrong with my boyfriend. Either which I was pissed. "What's your problem?" I ask, crossing my arms and glaring at Ash.

Ash sits there with a look that Paul does every day; a look with no emotion what so ever. "Nothing." He says, plainly, as if it meant nothing.

"Well something is wrong!" I say, standing out of my chair so quickly it falls backward. The anger and frustration that was being bottled up inside, was straining my powers from revealing itself.

"And why do you say that?" Ash asks, sitting calmly, in his chair.

"Because you don't have a smile on your face like you usually do, you're not eating like a Grumpig, and you're not letting me kiss you! That's why!" I yell in his face, some saliva accidentally spitting on his cheek.

Ash glares at me, as his eyelids form his eyes into angered slits. His frown turns into an evil scowl that made Paul's look like crap. I want to know what's going on with my boyfriend. And I want to know now.

In the building far away from the hotel…

The workers look at the monitor as they are now looking through the eyes of Ash, Brock, Cilan, Paul, and Drew on the five different screens. Ten workers were controlling one person with their separate computers.

One worker looks toward the boss. "What now, sir? Shall we start?"

The boss shakes his head. "Not yet. We have to wait for the right moment."

"Yes, sir." The worker says, as he turns back to his computer, typing in an action for Ash, when his pinkie landslides into a different button.

The button glows red, as it lets out a beeping noise. The screen, showing the point of view through Ash's eyes, glows red. The boss snaps his neck toward the worker. "Not that button! That makes Ash-!"

Back with Misty…

I look at Ash with my angered glare. "Well? Aren't you going to say something?"

As I glare daggers at him, I heard a low rumble come from his stomach. Ash quickly grabs at it in alarm. "Oh." Ash groans, his mouth letting out a soft whimper.

"Pika pi?" Pikachu asks, looking up at its master.

My green eyes soften a little. "Ash? Are you okay?" Paul, Drew, Cilan, and Brock look at him in worry and alarm.

Another uncomfortable growl rips out of his stomach. "I don't feel good."

That makes everyone jump out of their seats away from Ash. Pikachu quickly jumps on my shoulder, as I tighten my grip on Azurill, who is gazing at Ash in worry.

"Do you think you're going to be okay? Do you need to go to the bathroom?" I ask.

"No. Just a little nauseous." Ash responds, as he tries to put on a smile, but fails. I can see something creep up Ash's throat after his words are said. That did not bring a smile on my face.

Ash's face turns a light green, as his brown eyes bulge with discomfort. I step back, as he slaps a hand over his mouth, while the other is still resting on his stomach.

I can tell that whatever he was holding in wasn't tasty, as his green face turns darker. His cheeks stretch out, making him look like a Pokémon with something stuffed in the pouches of its cheeks. His eyes clench together in discomfort.

"He's gonna blow!" Dawn yells, as she raises her arms above her, her hands turning a bright purple. A purple sphere surrounds us, protecting us from whatever was going to happen next.

Ash's stomach growls louder, making the hand that's lying on it, dig its fingers deep into the cloth covering his skin. Suddenly, before we can blink, Ash throws up all over the table that we had recently had breakfast on.

May's and Iris's eyes widen, as they both put both hands over their mouths, sickened that their delicious food, was now ruined by green vomit.

Ash grips the white tablecloth, as he coughs out any leftover vomit left in his throat. Dawn sets her arms on the sides of her body, making the force field around us disappear.

Pikachu hops off my shoulder and scurries into Ash's lap. "Pika pi!" It cries, as it looks up at Ash's face.

Ash glances down at Pikachu. "I'm fine, Pikachu." He says.

"Kaaa." Pikachu sighs with relief, as it nudges its yellow head against Ash's chest in a rather cute way.

I run toward Ash, as I set Azurill on a different table, away from our once-white table. I cup my hands around Ash's face. "Ash, are you okay? Maybe you should go back to bed to rest."

Ash shakes his head. "No, I'm fine. Really."

I smile, and hug him close. Then I lean back with my hands on his shoulders. As I do so, I look at his chocolate brown eyes. His beautiful chocolate brown eyes.

But something caught my eyes, as I gazed into his lovely pupils. In a small corner of one of his brown irises, was a tiny speckle of red. A color of demon red. I grow confused as I back away from him. "Ash, are you sure you're okay?"

"Yep." Ash says, standing up. "Now, uh, let's go. I heard there's an arcade here." Then he walks away from the table that he vomited on and out the door, with the boys trailing behind him.

"Uh, okay?" I say, grabbing Azurill. And then I see something that I hadn't seen when they first came in. The mood bracelets that were given to them yesterday were glowing as if they were thriving with life and power.

Breaking me out of my trance, Dawn grabs my hand, her bracelet clicking together against my skin. "Misty, are you okay?"

"What? Yeah. Let's go." I say, as I grip her hand and lead her out of the ballroom with Iris and May close behind us.

Here you go. And I also managed to get it on Halloween! Can I hear an applause? *cricket chirps* Thanks a lot. Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the chapter. And Ash is going trick-or-treating tonight! And you know what he wants you to give him? That's right! Reviews! And maybe some candy. ^^