Authors note: ewww! Mushy stuff in this one.... anyway... I'd like to say a BIG thank-you to one of my best internet friends, Maria... she wrote the little poem for me... I only used one verse but the whole thing is at the bottom.... It's so beautiful... go to my favourite authors page if you wanna read more by her.... she's brill!
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The road they were on had split off into two different directions. They weren't sure which road to take. Pip was curled up in Tracy's Arms while Izzy had a map out. Max stood next to Izzy and looked at the map.

"Well, Viridian city is that way, but there's a great little village this way. It'll take half a day to get there though. You pass a cool lake though which has lots of water pokemon. It's where I got my poliwag." Max told them. "It also has an offical gym. I got one of my badges there." Izzy looked at the map for a moment then over her shoulder.

"What do you think? How about we go there?" Tracy shrugged.
"Sure. OK I suppose. It's up to you in the end. I'm only here to sketch pokemon." Izzy gave Tracy a little confused look. *what is wrong with him?* Izzy thought to herself. Tracy seemed upset. Was it something to do with Max? Izzy didn't know.
Tracy walked behind both of them. He stroked Pip roughly without realising it. Pip didn't seem to mind though.

They walked for the rest o the day. The sky was beginning to darken into an inky black. Max pointed out that they were halfway there because the Lake was to their left.

"We could have been at Viridian city by now." Tracy told them. Izzy stopped at looked at him.
"I asked you if you didn't mind. You should've said you didn't want to come this way." she told him. Max smirked at the fact Izzy was using a harsh voice on his big brother. Tracy shot him and cruel glare then apologized to Izzy.
"Sorry. I was only pointing it out. I don't mind going this way at all." They all stood for a few minutes. Izzy looked at her watch once more.
"It's 10 o' clock. Maybe we should set up camp now." Max agreed. Tracy remind silent.

Pip sat on a rock and watched them pull out sleeping bags. Izzy collected some dry sticks and twigs and placed them in a pile. Max pulled out some matches.
"Isn't that cheating?" Izzy said with a smile. He looked at her a grinned.
"Nothing wrong with cheating if it's for a good cause." Tracy sat quietly on a rock and watched as his little brother lit the match and set a clump of dry grass on fire, which he quickly placed under all of the twigs. The fire was soon going and burning brightly.

It was midnight. Max had long since fallen asleep. It was the only time Tracy really liked his brother, when he was quiet and fast asleep. Tracy sat cross-legged out of his sleeping bag and stared into the fire which crackled loudly. Izzy was inside hers with her knees hugged closely to her chest. Pip was lying flat out next to the fire. He was not asleep but his eyes were shut. There was a tense feeling in the air between the two of them. The sound of crickets and the crackling of fire stopped the night from being totally quiet. Izzy let out a little sigh and spoke.
"Tracy?" she was staring into her fire. He glanced over at her.
"Yes?"
"Why do you seem to be... I don't know... a little bit irritable? Is it because your brother's here?" Tracy let out a little chuckle.
"Kind of. How did you know I hated him?" Izzy smiled as she stared into the flames.
"Because your family.... Even I hate my sister some times... But there are times when you like him... right?" Tracy thought for a moment.... a little smile curved his lips.
"Yeah.... there have actually been a lot of times..." He thought about all the good times he has had with his brothers * trust Izzy to get me to like my brother. She's something else*
Izzy yawned and lay down. "Night Tracy." she said as she drifted off to sleep. Tracy watched her sleep. She was so peaceful and beautiful. Blonde strands of hair fell over her face. She let out a little sigh an a small smile grew on her face.
"Wonder what she dreams about." he whispered.

Tracy couldn't sleep. He decided to go for a walk. He grabbed a flash light and his pad and pencil from his rucksack then wandered off.
Next to the lake was a large rock, Tracy sat behind it and looked up at the clear night sky. He was hoping to see a pokemon so he could sketch but none showed up. He opened his sketch book and perched the flash light on the top of the rock, making sure it was shining down on the paper. He began drawing, what it was, he could not tell right away. His hand had a mind of it's own. Soon he knew what he was drawing and he sighed. He dropped her pencil and took the pad off his knees.
"I can't do this. What was I thinking? Why did I come?" His eyes looked at the opened sketch pad that lay beside him, half hidden in the shadows. He picked it up again and stared at page. His hand reached for the pencil and began t sketch once more.

Pip looked around. His owner was asleep, so was Max. Where was Tracy? He trotted off to look for him.

Tracy heard a snap off a twig, his head darted around the side of the rock. "Pip." Tracy said with a sigh of relief. The Evee came up and sat next to Tracy. He looked up at the picture and Squealed in delight. Tracy laughed.
"Even you can know what this picture is about... But that's because you and me have something in common.
It was not long before he finished his drawing. Pip sat upon his knee. Tracy stroked him and did not realise he was drifting off.

Izzy woke just before the sun came out from behind the horizon. She wiped the morning dew from her face and looked around. Max was hidden under his sleeping bag but Tracy and pip were Missing. She got up and went to look for them. She walked to the lake. "Pip? Tracy?" She found them. Tracy was curled up in a ball, sleeping and Pip lay next to his face. They looked so sweet. She then noticed the sketch pad. Gently she lifted it up and looked at the picture. It was of an angel. The Angel had long flowing blonde hair (Or so Izzy thought, for the picture was not in colour) and her arms crossed over her chest. Her wings were outstretched and her eyes were shut. There was a small smile on her lips. She seemed to be asleep. Izzy then noticed there was a small poem on the bottom.

Beauty untold of
Innocence so true
I must speak to my angel
Speak the words I love you...

"wow." Izzy whispered. She sat and stared at the picture, not realising Tracy was waking up. He Opened his eyes and yawned. Then he realised She was there and sat up. She smiled at him.
"Morning." Izzy said. He blinked the sleep out of his eyes. He then looked about for his Sketch book until he realised she had it. Tracy snatched it off her and slammed it shut. She jumped back slightly, started by his snappiness. He hung his head slightyl.
"Sorry, it's just... some times I draw things that are personal to me."
"oh... I didn't think. I'm sorry it's just I love your work. I thought it might have been another pokemon. That's a beautiful poem you wrote." Tracy felt a smile growning on his face.
"Thanks." Izzy stood up and held out her hand to help him. He took it and pulled himself up. He then looked down at her. Tracy did not tower over Izzy but he was slightly taller. They stared at each other for a moment. His heart was beating faster and faster the longer they stood like that. Suddenly Max came wondering up.
"I've been looking for you.... oooooooh, did I interrupt something?" he said with a smirk. Both Izzy and Tracy looked over at him "Shut up Max." they said in unison. Pip jumped up into his owners arms, the morning dew clung to his coat and made him feel damp.

They were soon on their way to Beige Town.

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This is the whole of the poem my friend wrote..... thank you again Maria!

Silver Feathers
Feathers of Gold
An Angel Stands before me
One I desire to hold

A halo as her crown
A gown of white
She was dropped from Heaven
Into my sight

Creamy skin
Soft and tender
A loved filled message
I want to send her

Beauty untold of
Innocence so true
I must speak to my angel
Speak the words I love you...