Jeez! I haven't updated in a while! Stupid school decided to give me lots of homework XD!

Now, I've had writers block so this chapter kinda sucks :/ and seems a bit rushed so sorry about that. Also a little bit OOC so again sorry.

Anyway! Hope you like this chapter!

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon!


"Favourite colour?" Dawn asked, her nose scrunched up as she poised her pen on the paper, ready to write the answer down.

"You asked me that three hours ago!" a traumatized Paul cried. "Are you running out of questions or are you just too stupid to realize you've already said them?"

"I'll take that as pink!" Dawn squealed, about to scribble it down.

"What? NO!" Paul snarled. He stopped walking to turn around and yank the book off her, reading what she had written.

"For one thing Troublesome, Its indigo not pink. AND SINCE WHEN HAS MY FAVOURITE POKEMON BEEN A DANCING CHIMCHAR IN A TUTU?" he yelled, his face turning slightly red and twisted in anger.

"Well it's better than a Torterra dancing in a tutu." Dawn huffed, crossing her arms. Paul sweat dropped, turning his head back to the book.

"Wait Paul! Don't read that…"

"MY FAVOURITE DRINK IS NOT A STRAWBEERY PINK MILKSHAKE WITH WHIPPED CREAM AND SPRINKLES ON TOP!" He screeched. Dawn shrugged.

"I told you not to read it but noooo!" she muttered throwing her hands up. Seeing that Paul had gone quiet again, Dawn reached out slowly to pull the book out from in front of him, only to see what page he was on.

"Oh no…" she cried, throwing her hands over her ears just in time for…

"A G-STRING! SINCE WHEN HAVE I WORN A G-STRING!" Paul screamed at the top of his lungs, " A PINK ONE WITH FRILLS AND RIBBONS ON IT TOO?"

"Paul. Calm down."

"AND YOU DREW A PICTURE?"

"I was bored ok!"

"THAT'S SLIGHTLY STALKERISH AND INCREDIBLY DISTURBING!" he looked at her, his eyes wide. "Why… why would you do this…?"

Dawn huffed. "Well I wouldn't have if I knew this was going to be your stupid reaction!"

"Your… Troublesome! That's all I can say." He muttered, throwing the book back at her and sitting heavily on the ground.

"Oh cheer up Paul. I had to amuse myself some how and face it." She patted him lightly on the back, ignoring it when he viciously smacked her hand away. "Your answers were boring!"

"Just… just shut up. Let me sleep." He muttered, lying down with a groan.

"WHAT! We woke up…"

"About eight hours ago."

"Exactly! Why are you tired?"

"Because I am!"

"Whatever. Bet you're just snotty!"

"…" There was no reply from the purple haired trainer. Sighing, Dawn took a seat beside him, beginning to move stuff around in her bag to make room for the book.

"How far from the town are we Paul? We've been walking for hours!"

"…" Once again there was no reply. Dawn took a deep breath and tried ignoring the anger bubbling up inside of her.

"Really? You're going to give me the silent treatment now?" she snapped. When he didn't reply, Dawn let out a very deep breath.

"You know. So what if you don't talk to me? It's not like its anything new! You've ignored me for the past five years so what's today gonna matter? EXCEPT FOR THE FACT WE'RE TRAVELLING TOGETHER!" She began to violently shove all her stuff back in her bag. "You have to talk to me! I mean what if I fall over and smash my head! You might think I'm joking around and ignore me while I'm slowly dying behind you! HOW WOULD YOU FEEL THEN?"

"…"

"Of course. You wouldn't even care would you!"

"…"

"Oh and you call me pathetic? Who's the one being pathetic by overacting?" Dawn zipped up her bag a bit to forcefully. "Stupid Jerk! It was a innocent comment so there is no need to get all…"

"DON'T LEAVE ME!"

"…bitchy about it…" Dawn finished slowly. Turning to look at Paul she saw that sometime in the past few minutes he'd curled up and fallen asleep beside her.

"P-Paul…?" she stuttered, shaking his shoulder. Dawn watched as his hands balled into fists.

"Please… don't leave…" he mumbled and Dawn swore she saw small tears gathering at the corner of his eyes.

"Paul. Paul wake up!" Dawn cried, grabbing his shoulders furiously. She shook him, trying to convince him to open his eyes

"Paul come on! Wake up!"

"Comeback! Don't go! I don't want you to go!" Paul cried out. Dawn was scared. This wasn't right. What the hell was going on?

"STOP!" he suddenly screamed, sitting bolt up right. Dawn, who had been crouching beside him, got a shock and fell flat on her ass.

"Oww… what the hell Paul!" she snapped. He glanced at her, his eyes wide.

"What do you mean 'What the hell'?" he snarled, climbing to his feet and shouldering his backpack. Dawn got up too.

"Sit back down Paul! You have some explaining to do!"

His gaze was acid as it turned on her. "I asked you a question."

"You where screaming, yes SCREAMING, Don't go and don't leave! What was that about?" she snorted.

Paul face paled instantly. "I didn't."

"Yes you did Paul! What's going on?" she asked, stepping into his face.

"Back off."

"Tell me what's going on." Dawn retorted. She was surprised when Paul shoved her away from him, causing her to once again fall on her ass.

"It's none of you business." He hissed. Turning on his heel he stormed off.

"PAUL! WAIT! WHAT ABOUT ME!" Dawn cried as she chased after him. Paul suddenly stopped and she crashed into his back.

"Head to the town. Get us rooms. I'll meet you there later." Paul replied, beginning to walk off again.

"Where are you going?" Dawn asked, taking a step his way.

"Just go." Hearing the tremor of anger and… pain? In his voice, a worried Dawn, quickly obeyed.