Now, I'm a little shaky on this! This comes from Freaky Friday, my mom's romance novels when I run out of Stephen King on vacation, and a warped little mind. This should be a little more serious than usual, but I don't know. My fingers do what they want, my brain's barely there for them.

Summary: Okay, magic causes May and Misty to switch something involving emotion. I think it's what emotions they cover up. It's weird, I know, but trust me, it's not half bad. Also, I sound like I'm playing May weaker than she is. It's not what I mean. What I mean is that May doesn't really take charge in the situations I'm describing. I know in contests and adventures she can really step up to the plate and do incredible. Please, if you wish to hate me, hate me for hating Dawn. With a passion.


By the way, I was watching Pokémon, and Ash is at least eleven since they said at the end of the first season, and I quote "wow it's been one year since we've been in Viridian city." He ages, gosh darn it, he AGES!


No big deal, May and Misty wandering down a country road, a small cottage barely visible in the distance, though that was mostly a fact that the mid afternoon heat was warping the air in front of it. It was kind of unusual, for Misty at least. Sure, she'd been with May before, but this was different. Whenever she was around May, it was with other people specifically boys. Now May had made an effort to try and be friends with her, and Misty was all for that, but it was just so awkward to her. May seemed like and intelligent, nicer, version of her older sisters. She wasn't a tom-boy in the least, unless you stood her next to Dawn. She smoothed her shirt and pants self-consciously, trying to listen to what May was saying, but barely pulling through. It was something about make-up.

"It's really hard matching some of this stuff with my skin tone for contests, you know? I can't tell what would be the best color, some times. Do you ever have problems like that, Misty? When you get dressed up?"

"No, not really. I don't wear too much makeup. I put on blush, grab my mom's lipstick, and then let my sisters play with my hair for a while. If they aren't there I just let my hair down. It's too much of a hassle, and I'm not really into all that kind of stuff."

"What are you into then?" May asked, sounding genuinely interested in. "The only thing I don't want to talk about right now is food, video games, or dessert. Anything else is fair game. It's just that, it's all the boys talk about. Don't you get tired of it?" She looked at Misty, who was shifting uneasily and staring at her feet.

"Well, that's all I really like to talk about," she murmured, blushing. "Books aren't too bad; most of the shows I watch on TV are battling though. I used to watch makeover shows, and then I realized that they weren't all that nice. After all, most of them didn't even ask to be made over. How would you feel if someone walked up to you on the streets and basically said, 'out of everyone here, we think you're the ugliest, and we want to completely change the way you look. Not just with makeup, no, you're too ugly for that, we have to give plastic surgery too.' " Misty rambled, before looking over at May who had started giggling. "What'd I do?"

"Nothing, I just thought that was funny," She shrugged. "Do you want to talk about boys?" Misty turned red for a second and shook her head wildly.

"You'd better be talking about celebrities, because if not I'm out," She snapped, turning her embarrassment into anger. If this was girl talk, she was pretty sure she wanted to stay out of it. She needed some tomboy girlfriends.

"Oh, come on. That's one of the biggest reasons I wanted girl talk. That fluttery feeling, butterflies in your stomach just because the guy you like is near, don't you just love it? It's so incredible, indescribable, I love it."

"I'm all for romance, as long as I'm the one in control. That fluttery feeling amazes me too, but just because I get it doesn't mean I have to let it control me. I won't let the guy boss me around either. You have to be careful about that. Boys always like taking control," Misty said, swerving so they we're walking towards the cottage. "Maybe it's a little shop, let's go," She smiled up at May.

"Oh, forget it! I'm all for following you guys in this heat, but shopping is where I draw the line!" Natty shouted, jumping up from the bushes. "Oh, but if you find some chocolate in there, I'll pay you for it later!" She dived back into the bushes.

"Okay, why does she insist on stalking us anyway?" May rolled her eyes. "We invited her to come along! GO SPEND TIME WITH YOUR BOYFRIEND, NATTY!" May grabbed Misty's hand and dragged her closer to the store. "Come on then, let's have a look around!"

"Sounds good," Misty smiled as they stepped up to the porch.

"You girls certainly have different opinions on romance," the old woman croaked, rocking back and forth on her porch in an old creaky rocking chair. Her mouth twisted into a smile that seemed almost demonic. Misty trembled for a second at the shivers racing up and down her spine. There was that bad feeling again. She shouldn't go in this store. She knew it. How many times had that feeling occurred when she traveled with Ash? But…she really wanted May to be her new friend. It couldn't be too bad could it? Just a overreaction. It was just a sweet old lady, and she KNEW this time that she had no resemblance to anyone in Team Rocket.

"I…I guess we do," Misty murmured, trying to edge towards the door.

"That's my trinket shop. I gave it to my son a few years ago. He's a good boy, great relationship with his wife," she continued. "Come here, girl, let me get a good look at you. Both of you." She edged them on with a twisted finger. May stepped forward first, her heart beating much too fast. She felt that little twinge of intuition that thrummed through Misty's veins, but she'd learned to tune it out over the years, to concern herself with brighter feelings.

"Um, hello ma'am," May tried politely.

"Shush," she snapped, her lip curled in an ugly snarl to reveal crooked teeth. Eventually, she nodded and smiled to herself. "What a sweet girl, you are. So open, so kind. I'm sure your friends complain you talk too much."

"Yeah, a lot. I really hate it though," May's voice suddenly picked up to hyper speed. "I mean, sure I talk a lot but it's only because I have a lot to think about. Just because those boys can't understand that girls have thoughts and feelings that are different than theirs doesn't mean we shouldn't be heard!"

"Of course, darling," she chuckled. She looked at Misty. "Come here, girl, don't be scared," She crooned in her rusty voice. Misty's nose wrinkled involuntarily at the thought of approaching the woman. But May bumped her forward, and Misty tottered towards her reluctantly. "Lean forward," she gave her sweetest smile. Misty could hear her heart pounding in her head, adrenaline rushing. She had a VERY bad feeling about this.

"Uh, no thanks," she laughed nervously. The old woman lashed out with lightning speed and yanked her face close to glare into her eyes. Misty swallowed to keep her lunch from coming up at the woman's breath, which smelled like a rotting carcass.

"You guard your emotions, don't you? Hiding behind a wall, I see," she grinned. Misty managed to tear herself away.

"Thanks for sharing," She muttered. "Nice to meet you." She snagged May's shoulder to drag her into the shop. "Come on, May. I don't like this woman, she's pretty freaky, don't you think?" She whispered.

"You should look at the table, the one inside, hon. I'm sure you'll both find it fascinating," she cackled as the door closed behind the two. It was an eerie little shop, dark with strange souvenirs. They'd gone in hoping for something cute, something adorable, maybe they'd even find some clothes. All they found here were strange talismans, and things that looked like they should've stayed in the stone age with the mystics and dark arts.

"Hey, you think this is the table she was talking about?" May asked, racing over to a stone table, gray and solid standing at waist level. She ran her fingers over the smooth surface, then yanked them back. "Ew! It feels like an Ekans' skin, touch it!" She giggled. Misty placed the palm of her hand on the table, barely containing a gasp. Was it just her, or was the table…moving under her hand, but May was right. It really felt like an Ekans against her flesh. "What are these words?" She murmured.

"There's some on this side too," Misty replied. (A/N: don't worry, it's not 'when what you see is what you lack, selfless love will change you back', but I apologize for the horrible rhyme.) Deep rivets had appeared in the table, spelling out a couplet, two sentences that rhymed. She couldn't help but say them out loud, apparently May couldn't either.

"When our princes' love we both attain, return our thoughts with Lover's Rain." The whispered together. They both froze as they felt a strange tingling. Soon after which, Misty's heart throbbed, her stomach fluttered, and her thoughts became hazy. May's brow furrowed together, her temper short circuited, and she suddenly wondered why she wasn't with Drew right now. They looked up at each other with surprise.

"Hey, May. Do you feel, kind of, I don't know, funny?"

"You know what, Misty, I really just don't want to talk about the way I feel right now" May told her, then shook her head. "I really just want to get back to the pokémon center and talk to Drew. I'm sure you could talk to Ash or something."

"Ash?" She jumped, her face began to redden. "What would I like to talk to him for?" She said as her voice leaped up an octave. She blinked and cleared her throat. That was weird, she didn't usually do that. "Uh, I mean, let's go." She followed May docilely out of the store, eyeing the woman on the porch. "It's…it's a pretty table," Misty murmured, overcome with fear once more. This was too weird.

"Misty, come on, I want to see Drew!"

"Coming!" She called racing after her new friend. "So, are you sure you still don't want to talk about training?" Misty asked a bit hopefully. May shook her head no. "Right, sorry." Inwardly, she slapped herself. Why was she acting so…timid? Funny, it was sort of like she was acting like…May…


"So, anyway, I was watching this show about Thanksgiving…" Natty began to the room full of boys, namely: Tracey, Gary, Drew, Ash, Brock and Max. They stared at her in confusion. "What, don't you know what Thanksgiving is?" They shook their heads. A slow smile crept over Natty's face. Oh, did she ever have an idea. "Everybody who's name doesn't start with a D or an A, follow me so I can explain Thanksgiving, the Forth of July, Easter, and the government of the United States."

"This won't end well," Gary muttered as they were ushered from the room, conveniently as May and Misty strode in.

"Drew, would you mind if I talk to you for a minute?" She inquired as Misty sat down on the other side of the couch, too terrified to sit next to Ash. Drew raised an eyebrow at May before grabbing a magazine. Usually, May would've blushed and walked away in shame at such blunt ignorance from the boy she loved, but this time…her temper flared. How could he ignore her like that? "I changed my mind that wasn't a question."

"What do you mean?" Drew scoffed. "I'm not moving."

"Drew don't do it!" Ash hissed under his breath, remembering seeing that very same look on Misty's face.

"Huh?" Drew asked in confusion. May gave him a backhand slap to the side of the head and dragged him to the top of the stairs by the back of his shirt. "May! Let go! What is wrong with you!?!" He screamed.

"Funny, I wanted to ask you the same question," she glared. Those negative emotions she hid, the ones that she knew she wasn't supposed to talk about if she wanted people to keep liking her, bubbled to the surface, and came out as fire. "What's wrong with you?!"

"What did I do?" He complained.

"Most of it's what you didn't do, but why not start out with what you did?" She screamed so loud that Ash and Misty could hear her downstairs, making them jump, though their awkward silence remained. "You criticized me, hard. You said I was horrible at the one thing I love to do! I respect you, Drew. Lots of people respect you! I'm sure you're going to be talked about by magazine as the jerk of pokémon contests once they stop ranting about how hot with two T's, an A, and a W you are!"

"D---, May," He swore in shock. "What are you talking about?"

"The idiot you see when you stare in a mirror," May deadpanned. "You were cold, horrible. What's more important was you never paid attention to me. I tried and I tried but nothing I did was good enough! Half the reason I went so far in contests was our rivalry and maybe even just because I wanted to see you again! I left my friends for you. I walked away from Ash and Brock to follow you to Hoenn!" (Or wherever, I don't remember where exactly. But THAT'S why I call her a stalker. We all should know why Misty's a stalker.) She glared at him as her voice lowered, still holding all of its venom. "Drew…I hate you. And I'm going to hurt you. So you should start running. Now."

"What? Why?" He gulped, thought he was pretty sure he had a clue to what she meant.

"Because when I catch you, I'm going to show you exactly how I feel about you. And I really don't think you'll want that," She stepped to the side and looked down the stairs. "I'll give you twenty seconds."

"May, this is ridiculous," He said, his eyes widening. May continued to count down. "May, come on! Please!" He protested. She was at five now. It was probably best not to risk it. He raced down the stairs in a rush, out the door and down the dusty road.

"Seven, eight, twenty!" She shouted, skipping over half the numbers. She took the stairs four and five at a time, her fists clenched tightly. Ash and Misty looked at May, calling out to her in hopes she'd tell them why Drew was running out with a mixture of fear and joy on his face. "I'll tell you later!" She pounded down the road, seeing Drew's figure a bit up ahead. She didn't feel the runner's high you supposedly get from racing, but she did think she understood why Misty lost her temper so much. It felt really, really good! Apparently Drew wasn't used to running away from fangirls on a country road with nowhere to hide, because May was gaining on him fast. "Drew, you'd better run faster if you don't want to get caught! I can't wait to catch you!" She screamed. He looked like he was trying to run faster, but it wasn't working very well.

"That could not have possibly been twenty seconds!" He shouted back to her, feeling a rush of his own. He couldn't help it. He loved getting chased, it's why he relished in fangirl attention. Imminent pain kind of ruined the sensation a bit, but the adrenaline rush was still more fun than he'd had since he won the last major contest and lots of girls chased him, threatening to rip off his clothes and either frame them or sell them on eBay (a few also threw their underwear at them, but he didn't get too into that).

WHAM!

"May?" He gasped, looking up at the girl sprawled over him. She'd tackled him, his arms pinned over his head, she was leaning forward, sitting just below his ribs. "Did you…did you just tackle me?"

"I can't think of any other way I end up on top of you, can you?" She asked sarcastically. It was weird, she'd always thought about this (not usually as aggressive as this, however) but now that she was doing it, she was wondering why she couldn't stop. She felt so assertive, all her passive feelings had gone to…she didn't know where, but she didn't have any doubts to anything anymore. "So, now I'm going to show you exactly how I feel," May smirked. "You afraid."

"I'm more shocked that there's a girl on top of me," he answered. "Let's be fair. You'll let me go and I won't ignore you anymore."

"Uh, no," May said with a smile that scared him a bit more than the possibility of being punched in the face. She slowly leaned forward to give him a kiss. Drew's eyes widened in surprise and looked up to see that it was really May kissing him. She pulled back looked at him. "Drew, I really, really like you. But I guess what I did was a mistake, so I'll just-" She started

"Not a mistake," He said breathlessly.

"Come again?" May asked.

"That was not a mistake," He laughed, and pulled her down to kiss her again. Their lips touched and a loud CRACK! went through the air as rain began pouring down she felt her old self return. She rolled off of Drew with a gasp, sitting with her arms out behind her, keeping her upright. "What's wrong, May? You look kind of shell-shocked."

"I can't believe I just did that!" May gasped. "I'm sorry Drew, I wasn't myself. I really, really shouldn't have done that. It was just this old woman and this table and the table was alive and there were words and magic and Lover's Rain I'm wet and confused and now you'll hate me-"

"May, what are you talking about? You're starting to ramble," Drew sat close to her. "I don't know, I like it when you're angry. Don't get me wrong, I like it when you're happy too, but it's nice to know how you feel. I didn't notice that ignoring you made you so upset. I thought you just hated me."

"No, no! I do like you Drew, I like you a lot," she smiled and leaned forward he did too. Just as they were about to kiss May jerked back with surprise. "Oh my god, if this happened to me, what about Misty? I can't imagine what she's going to do! We have to warn her and get out of this rain…this multicolored-" She looked up in awe at the rainbow rain falling from the sky each one a different color and not a cloud in the sky.

"Extremely romantic rain," Drew pulled her to her feet. "She'll figure it out sooner or later. For now let's just have fun and enjoy the rain."

"Lover's Rain," she giggled before getting wrapped up in another kiss.


"Misty, you okay?" Ash asked curiously. After all it wasn't often that Misty was curled up in the fetal position on his couch, trying not to glance at him and blushing when she did. "You're acting kind of funny."

"I'm fine, Ash," she squeaked hurriedly. "Just fine, really." Her heart fluttered in her chest at his glance. Oh, this was horribly overwhelming. She closed her eyes tightly at the sensation, willing it to go away. She'd figured out what happened by now. May felt what she felt when she was in love, and she felt what May felt. But how could May deal with this? She hated hormones, hated them!

"You don't sound fine," He mumbled. "You sound really funny, like when we played with those balloons at May's eleventh birthday party." He glanced at her again. "Don't you want to do something? Like make fun of me?"

"Not really," Misty shrugged. Actually, she did. Badly. She couldn't think of a single thing to tease him about. The second she thought about his stupidity it just reminded her of his cute face whenever he was baffled. Being short, well, ever since he hit sixteen he'd been taller than her, even taller than Gary (of course Gary wasn't finished growing yet, and warned Ash his height would be short lived) and he usually made fun of her for being shorter than May. And whenever she thought about teasing him about his pokémon master dream, he seemed so strong-willed about it and he was s kind to his pokémon. She bit her inner cheek and scolded herself for thinking that way about Ash.

"You don't want to tease me?" Ash exclaimed. "You've got to be sick!" He put his hand to her forehead with a laugh. Misty leaped from the couch, her cheeks flaming and her body flushed with warmth from being so close to him.

"Ash! Don't do that! What's wrong with you?" She said again, clearing her throat at the end of her sentence to try and lower her voice again. He looked her strangely, his head cocked to the side like Pikachu. She couldn't help but wonder if Pikachu had learned if from him or the other way around.

"Come on, Mist. I'm only playing!" He said, grabbing her wrist. She shivered and felt those romance novel clichés, the pounding heart so loud it was like rounds of thunder, the electric shivers going up an down her spine, that pressure in her stomach that felt like pain, but everyone called butterfree and that tingly feeling wherever he touched her. The nickname wasn't making it any better either.

"Let go!" She screamed, ripping her wrist out of his hand. "Get away from me!" She snarled. Misty closed her eyes and ran out into the garden, jumping up to grab a tree branch to scramble up to the tops, her eyes shut against her emotions again. She bit the inside of her cheek so hard she felt blood pool in her mouth.

"Misty!" Ash called, stopping and looking up the tree where she was hiding. Misty shuffled back closer to end of the branch where he wasn't looking, but his eyes shifted to her anyway. "Misty, I see you!" He called.

"No you don't!"

"I know what I see!"

"If I can't see you, you can't see me!" She called down childishly. Ash rolled his eyes and grabbed a branch of a tree, starting to climb up after her. "Go away!" She shouted again, climbing up into the branches.

"Misty, you're being stupid and repetitive. Wow, big word," He stopped climbing for a second. "Misty, stop!" He shouted in horror, seeing how high she was climbing. There was the branch that had been hit by Pikachu's thundershock a while ago while they were training. Where was Pikachu anyway…?

Somewhere far, far away…

"It's a chimera!" Edward Elrich screamed, pointing at the yellow mouse-like creature before him.

"What the heck is that thing?" Pikachu mumbled to himself. "I mean I think he's a human…but he looks so short…"

"Who are you calling so short he couldn't be captured by a pokéball?!?!?!" Ed shrieked.

"Brother, it didn't even call you short, and what's a pokéball?" Al inquired.

Back with Ash and Misty…

Ash scrambled back to the ground and positioned himself below the branch, holding out his arms. It only took a minute before the crack of a branch and Misty's familiar scream as she came crashing down and landing bridal style in his arms. "Hullo, Mist. Nice to see you again. Could you please tell me what's been going on now?" Ash smiled down at her. She whimpered at another romantic attack, her face bright red. Why did Ash never care about this as long as they were alone? Couldn't he stop touching her? Misty tried to roll out of his arms, but Ash merely leaned against a tree and held her tighter. "I have no idea how long I can hold you and stand up, but when that fails I'm sitting down and holding you in my lap. So you better start talking if you ever want to leave."

"Evil," Misty muttered.

"Oh come on, I'm not going to stop chasing you for an answer. It'd like trying to catch a rare pokémon," Ash smiled. Misty's inside melted at the grin, her thoughts became so hazy she could barely tell which way was up.

So this is what it's like to be on cloud nine… she thought with a dreamy smile. Ash looked at her cocking his head to the side in a way that made her sigh. I think the spell's just getting stronger, I hope it breaks soon or I'm going to end up telling him everything. She thought, but it was a distant thought. Everything was distant, actually, except for Ash. His face got even more confused, and he asked the deadly question.

"Mist, why are you looking at me like that?" He asked. Misty shrugged at sighed dreamily.

"I think it's because I'm in love with you," she smiled up at him. "That's probably it," she giggled. "I probably shouldn't have told you that. You've got to hate since I'm always being so mean. It's just I always get so mad whenever I start getting that funny love feeling, but the magic table took away that so now you know."

"Misty, are you high on Valium?"

"No, I always feel like this, I just can't tell you," she sighed. "It's really sad."

"So," Ash began to process this and blushed. "If I kissed you, you'd like it, right?"

"I guess. But it's really, really mean to say. Because thinking about kissing you makes me happy, but knowing you won't ever do that makes me sad. Sometimes I see you with Dawn and sometimes even May," she felt tears fill up in her eyes.

Then Ash was kissing her, and it didn't matter anymore. Thunder pounded and rain fell all around them, but unlike May and Drew, the happy couple didn't notice. The ponytail fell out with a vicious tug and the hat swooped to the ground after it so their hands could find smooth, soon wet hair. Sure, Misty felt her old self return. The only real difference was she kissed him harder, and went into control. But they'd been waiting, and they had no qualms about it.


"So, you're thankful that you didn't kill all the Native Americans, and that they built lovely casinos which everyone should spend their money in in a desperate hope to compensate for killing all those people," Tracey asked.

"Uh-huh," Natty nodded. "We celebrate our independence with Japanese displays too."

"And those little cartoon characters from South Park, that's what it's called, right? That's the real meaning of Easter?"

"It's the one that makes the most sense," Natty shrugged. "And you know from all my ranting all the wrongs of the U.S. government, and all the good in it too! I love my freedom!" She pumped her fist in the air. "If we weren't legally immigrated to this country, I'd be in a dictatorship, so yay freedom!"

Freedom of speech is as important as freedom of the press. Wherever you live, it looks like you have freedom of the press (or I'm wondering how you got internet and why, of all the places, you'd log onto this site) so exercise yours and drop a review!