Rated M in later chapters. Pokeshipping, Contestshipping, and Ikarishipping. Probably Shootdownshipping and Oldrivalshipping. AU/ might pokemon.

Summary: Dawn, May, and Misty are having a sleepover. What will happen when boys interact, relations form, a lot of other things happen? Pokeshipping, Contestshipping, and Ikarishipping. Probably NO Shootdownshipping and Oldrivalshipping. UNONHOLD

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon because if I do, I would make a plimpy (look it up, it's from harry potter) pokemon. :3

To few of the reviewers out there somewhere in the world: Paul is just perverted... yup.

Oh, one more thing, this chapter isn't really "fun" as the title says. It is more... sad. Just bear with me.

Ages:

Ash - 16, May - 15, Dawn - 14, Drew - 15, Paul - 15, Misty - 16, Brock - 22


Chapter 11: Confession

Previously

Then... they heard a scream.

"Dawn!" Misty, Ash, Brock, and May went towards the bathroom to see what's going on...

Now - with Dawn and Paul

Still Dawn's POV

Paul had already pushed me against the wall. I could tell he was breathing deeply. I gaze into his eyes. Midnight violet eyes. I felt his hand going up my skirt. Hm... what was he doing? Wait-

"Ahh!" I pushed him off and glared at him. "WHAT are you doing?"

"Don't know." He stepped towards me and leaned down.

"You... you sick pervert!" I shrieked and backed away from him. "You were touching- nevermind."

He stared at me expressionless. "You don't like it?"

"Ugh! Stop looking at me like that!" I turned away.

"Dawn, I-"

Suddenly, the door burst open. "What's going on?" May asked. Misty, Ash, and Brock was behind her.

Tears started to form in my eyes. "Nothing." I replied stiffly. I pushed past them and ran back to my house.

I ran up to my room...

Meanwhile (remember, it is Dawn's POV but she doesn't know this is happening. So... kind of like third person POV)

"What did you do?" Misty's voice was harsh.

"What?" Paul glance at her.

"You know what! Tell me if else I'll kick your f-"

"Um, Misty." May whispered to Misty. "Maybe we should check on Dawn."

"Oh, right." Misty glared at Paul. "You will not get away with this."

At Dawn's house

May wrapped her arms around me. "Feeling okay?"

Misty handed me a cup of water.

"Not really." I mumbled. "I- I thought Paul- he- I didn't want-" Tears trickled down me cheeks.

Misty patted my back softly. "It's okay, take it easy."

I took a deep breath. "I like Paul. I thought I did." I paused. "I just don't think he likes me the way I like him."

May and Misty looked deep in thought. "Oh."

May looked at me. "Maybe, maybe he does like you, but he doesn't know how to show it."

"It could be misleading," Misty tried.

I nodded and smiled a little. "I'll think about it."

Night

May's POV (I think it works better this way.)

Dawn had fallen asleep and I bet Misty had too. It was 2:00am already.

Earlier, I had figured out that Dawn's house keys also worked on Paul's house.

I silently walked to Paul's house across the street and unlocked the door. Yes!

I crept in the house. Hm... where is Paul's room? I must remember... it was-

"Aiee!" I squeaked. I almost tripped but I held on to the... um... couch nearby. Phew! Gawd! It's so dark in here! I looked down at my feet through the dim moonlight from the window. Damn! Ash and Brock are sleeping over at Paul's house?!?!

I tiptoed around them and went upstairs. Hm... where is his room again? I looked straight forward and saw a black door that had a sign saying "Paul". I rolled my eyes. Better now or never. I'm doing this for Dawn. I was about the grab the doorknob when-

"Ow." I muttered.

Paul had bursted/swung/knocked/etc. open the door. IN MY FACE!!! Hey, I can't think straight.

He walked around me and turned towards the stairs.

"Aren't you going to ask why I'm doing here?" I mumbled.

"No." He replied tersely while continuing down the stairs.

I stood up and caught up with him. "Hey, I came here to talk to you."

"About what?" He headed towards the kitchen and turned on the lights.

"About Dawn, you dumbass," I gritted through my teeth.

There was a pause. "She'll get over it."

"That's it?" I stared at him. "You don't care? YOU FUCKING BASTARD! Do you even like her? I bet you know that she likes you. I mean, she does, a lot. And you didn't return the same feelings back to her. But now she doesn't like you anymore! I mean, are you just going to toy with her and move on. Well, if THAT's the way you put it, then-"

"I didn't say that I didn't care." He took a sip of coffee.

"Wha-?" I replied dumbly. Where is he going with this?

"Thanks." He went upstairs.

"Hey! I'm not finished with you!" I stormed up the stairs after him but his door was closed and locked. Damn. "At least tell me why you said 'thanks.'"

He didn't reply so I grunted and left his house. That went well...

I set down Dawn's house keys where they belong. What did Paul mean by thanks. Was it something I did or said? I replayed the moment at his house. I called him a name, then-

Oops. I bet you know that she likes you. I mean, she does, a lot. At least Dawn doesn't have to confess herself.


YES! Finished with the chappy! I guess this was my longest one, yet boringest one... I think.

Again, sorry for the late update! I take flames and criticism. R&R!

~PIE -cheers- *\-^.^-/*