(Disclaimer, I do not own Pokémon. 'Nuff said.)

"Zekiev! Wake up!" Joan yelled playfully, smacking him in the face with a pillow.

"The hell? How did you manage to get in here? The door is locked…" Zekiev said groggily, he didn't sleep much last night. He wasn't mad at the girl, in fact he was happy to see her, since he couldn't after his meeting with Oak. It turned into a very busy day after that, finding his professors and getting school supplies early.

"I'm not exactly a good girl, "She winked, holding up a lockpick and a bobby pin, "Besides, aren't you happy to see me?" she asked, cocking her head.

"Well, yeah, of course I am. I just didn't expect you to pick the lock to my room…" he said as he stood up, stretching his muscles. Joan's face gained a slight blush, and she quickly looked away. She hadn't expected him to be shirtless.

-I could fry an egg on those abs…- she thought to herself, her heart speeding up. –And where did that huge scar come from?-

"Are we late or something?" Zekiev asked, scratching the back of his head and looking at his alarm clock. -6:00? - He thought, cocking an eyebrow, -we aren't supposed to meet the guides until five…-

"Wait…how did you manage to get past Blaze?" he wondered aloud, looking back at the girl, who had a smirk on her face.

"Ohhhh, let's just say I'm smart enough to know that food is the fastest way to a Pokémon's heart, "she answered mischievously, as Blaze peeked around the corner with a large steak in his mouth. Zekiev shook his head and laughed a little, placing his hands behind his head. He had to admit it was the funniest thing he had seen in awhile, and this girl had much more to her than he originally thought.

"You win, you broke my defenses." Zekiev shrugged playfully, running a hand through his black hair. "But is there a reason why you are up so early in the morning?"

"Well, I thought you would want to hang out or something, since we couldn't yesterday," she said, looking down at the ground. She had thought about this for a really long time, and was hoping her decision to surprise him wasn't going to explode in her face.

"Well, we do have almost all day." He admitted, sifting through his closet for a shirt and some fresh pants, "Do you care if I take a shower really quickly?"

"No, not at all." She answered, plopping down on the couch, turning the Television on to pass the time.

"I'll be out in a few minutes then." He finished, stepping into the bathroom and shutting the door.

-Well, that went well. - Joan smiled to herself as she flipped through the channels. She could hear the running water from the bathroom, and she couldn't wait for him to finish. She was excited for whatever they decided to do, and she hoped everything went well. Blaze was chewing happily on his steak, and she brought a second for when they left, since he would stay in Zekiev's dorm room. All his friends had already left, probably to go to the main island for the day. She didn't blame them, it was a beautiful place, but the beach just wasn't for her.

The water finally stopped, and Joan looked over to the bathroom door in anticipation, only to look back at the television screen quickly. –Arceus, I feel like such a creep…-

"So what exactly are we going to do?" Zekiev asked, emerging from the bathroom with a towel, drying off his hair.

"I'm not sure, "she answered slowly, "I thought we might just go with the flow, and do whatever sounded good."

"Sounds like a plan," he smirked slightly, throwing the towel into a clothes basket. "Let's head out then, shall we?" he finished, grabbing his keys. "The world awaits our random decisions!" he smiled, helping her off the couch.

-One hour later-

"Why is it called ice-cream anyways?" Joan asked quizzically, tilting her head at the cone Zekiev had bought her, "It's not like they cream the ice or something, why not name it something else?"

"Well, what would you name it?" He asked playfully, as they walked down the street of the large city. It was sunny out today, and the temperature seemed comfortable enough for him not to wear a coat. He had no idea how they had ended up in the city, as they had just walked around while talking to each other, not really paying attention to where they were going. He loved how easy it was to talk to Joan though, and found himself immersed in their conversations, no matter how random.

"That…is a good point!" she laughed, taking a bite out of her ice-cream.

"And you bite your ice-cream?" Zekiev asked, a strange look on his face.

"Duh, licking ice-cream is just full of sexual innuendos, "She answered sincerely, taking another bite of her ice-cream and looking back at Zekiev.

"I never really thought of it that way, "he answered, scratching the back of his head, while they took a seat on a nearby bench. "But then again, I don't really spend a lot of time staring at girls eating ice-cream. It is definitely not one of my hobbies." He laughed, placing an arm on the bench behind her.

"Well, let's just say it is definitely something you will never catch me doing!" she laughed, leaning back. "So I have a random question…if you will answer it…" she started, her voice softening.

"Fire away." Zekiev answered casually, wondering what could have changed her mood so fast.

"Um…" she started nervously, "How did you get that scar on your eye?" she asked softly, but curiously. She had wanted to ask him before, but felt that it might be intruding, but her curiosity was killing her, she had to find out.

"Well…" he began, taken off-guard by the question, "I guess it can't hurt to tell you." He said, looking deep into her green eyes, "Remember how I told you about my parents?" he asked quietly. Joan nodded her head slowly, waiting for him to continue.

"Well, they were murdered. By team rocket…before I could escape, one of them managed to cut me." He spoke quietly, motioning to his face, "And you already saw the other scar…" He finished playfully, trying to lighten the mood.

"Zekiev…I'm so sorry…" Joan apologized, wide eyed with worry.

"Don't worry about it, it was a long time ago." He reassured her, as she leaned on him slightly. They sat in silence for a few minutes, taking in the sights of the city laid before them.

"Wait…how did you get out of there?" she asked confusedly, curiosity fueling her again.

"That…is a really good question. I've never really thought about it…" He answered slowly; shocked by the fact that he really hadn't given the subject any thought at all.

"Let's talk about something else, okay?" she asked, sorry that she had brought up such a solemn subject again.

"Yeah, sure." Zekiev answered, staring at her for a moment. –She really does have beautiful eyes- he thought to himself, I've never seen such a bright green like that…-

"See something you like?" she interrupted his thoughts, smirking at him as he blushed slightly.

"Yes, as a matter of fact, I do." He answered, winking at her awkwardly, causing her to almost choke laughing.

"Smooooooth" she said sarcastically between her playful giggling, "But you are lucky I have a thing or the awkward types." She joked, stifling a laugh. "We better start heading back, we might be late if we don't hurry!" the dark haired girl said surprised, jumping from the bench quickly. Zekiev stood up slowly, stretching his tired arms.

"Well, let's go then." He said with a smirk, holding an arm out for Joan.

"Classy." She laughed, accepting the offer. It would take them about an hour to get back to the Academy, but by the way her day was going, she didn't care if it took ten. They walked slowly down the crowded streets, smiles plastered on both of their faces. She was ready for a new adventure, and as long as she could share it with Zekiev, she knew she would be happy with whatever events unfolded.

(I absolutely love writing these two! Tell me what you think of them, and be sure to review!)