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N/A: Hearttagshipping – Dawn/Conway

She was lost. She was separated from Ash and Brock and now had to travel the thick, dense forest alone. How could this happen? How could she be so stupid? It was not that cliché as in the books, that she felt scared and wanted to run home to mum and cry but it was irritating and it messed with her schedule that she had to follow if she wanted to be ready for the next content. She signed and listened to the steps of her Piplup, noticing the sunrays slipping through the canopies. Mentally she tried to create a map of the area but she soon gave up and slipped down on the ground, face in her hands. This was so unnecessary. It was cold and she was hungry. And only Arceus knew when the other two would find her. Probably never. She would have to stay here forever.

Then she heard something that didn't improve her mood.

"I assume you're lost," a voice that she (all too well) recognized and she would have face-palmed if it would've have been for her extremely obsession of keeping her face clean and left without bruises. She frowned and received a wondering look from Piplup.

"You again?" she snarled when the green-haired man with glasses appeared, obviously insulted by her rude comment.

"That attitude doesn't suit a lady, you know?" he commented with his usually cocky attitude that only made her frustrated despite what he wanted with it. Why could he never leave her alone? What was wrong with him? What did he want?

Do you really want to know that, Dawn?

"Please, leave me alone," she muttered and crossed her arms over her chest, glaring (like that was going to work.)

"That doesn't work because I know that you want me to be here," he mocked her and corrected his glasses, the glasses reflecting the sunbeam as they seemed to do even when it was cloudy.

"Dream on." She rolled her eyes and started to walk away from him when she realized something. She stopped, turned, thought. "Wait a minute. How did you know I was here? Did you follow me?"

"Uh… no," he cackled but he said it with so much doubt that she would believe that when the sun fell down. "What do you think of me?"

"Not good things," she frowned, then relaxing. So what if he was a stalker, she had no right treating him like a bug under her pink boot. She flicked with the hem of her miniskirt, trying to come up with something to say. But then she realized that she had nothing to say to him. It was he who talked, she who commented. Always.

"Well," he said and put his hands in his pockets. "Why are you here, Dawn? Are you lost?"

"No."

He smirked. "You're as bad as lying as I am."

"Something we have in common," she mumbled and tried to sound bored. "Where are we?"

"In a forest."

"I know that, stupid. But where?"

He clipped with his eyes and he still grinned at her stupidity. "Well, according to the locations of the forest and where the sun is facing I would assume that we're near the middle of the forest and… are you even listening?"

"No," she grinned. "But as usual you seemed to have swallowed the guidebook. So, would you do me a favor and tell me how to get out? I need to find my friends."

"Nope."

Her eyes became round and confused. "What?"

"I'm not telling you how to get out. I'm helping you out. Come on now," he teased and walked to her and ignored the angry scowl she had in her face. He circled one arm around hers and to her dismay the blush crawled forward and made her look like a tomato with blue hair. In vain she tried to let go of his arm but he wouldn't let her. He dragged her away and she felt like she was a dog and he the handler.

"Did you know, Dawn, that your facial expressions tell more about what you think and want than words?" he teased and was well-aware that he painted her face with red that couldn't go away.

"Conway…"

He only smiled.

N/A: Hearttagshipping. I like it! Thank you for reading and I hope your 2011 will be the best ever! :D