Disclaimer: Do I really need to say that I don't own Pokemon? Other than that, I realize that this is the first story I've written where the paragraph spacing is actually right. ^_^;; Sowwie it wasn't that way before! One last thing is that I don't really believe that James' last name is Morgan, but I had to use it since it's the only last name that he has been reffered to with. And don't ask me how his parents know where he lives because you'll find out in Part Two.

"The Return of Jessibelle"

By: Kawaii Kasumi

Jessie and James walked uncerimoniously down the street, without a care in the world. They had their arms draped around each other, and Meowth had collected some dropped change from the street and couldn't take his eyes off of it. They were headed back to their brand new summer home, which they had just bought with their paychecks from Giovanni; And money from Meowth's repeated Pay Day attacks had helped, too. As they approached their cabin,the three of them gave a sigh of relief in unison, meaning that they were happy to be home. They dashed inside, and James ran into the kitchen and turned on the stove to start cooking lunch. Jessie plopped down on the couch and turned on the T.V. and Meowth jumped up into her lap and purred as she began petting him gently.

"Blah, blah, blah, same same same, uh-huh.....seen it.... I know....boring....." Jessie said, giving her wrist a workout as she flipped through the channels. She suddenly stopped when she came to a makeup channel.

"Oooh....Revlon...." she sighed as she pushed Meowth to the side and leaned forward to admire the beautiful display of a Revlon makeup kit on the show.

"Women....." said Meowth, getting down from the couch and walking into the kitchen where James was zipping from here to there, cooking and dragging things down from the shelves of Pots and Pans.

"Hey, James." said Meowth.

"What?" James responded, too busy to look at Meowth.

"What's for lunch?"

"Spaghetti, Soup, and Salad." James answered.

"Mmmmm....Can't wait!" said Meowth, smiling and rubbing his stomach.

James spent a whole hour making everything the best he could, and when lunch was finally ready, Jessie and Meowth decided that it was well worth the wait.

"Ohhh, James! This is so wonderful!" Jessie exclaimed with a mouthful of Spaghetti. She swallowed it quickly and sighed heavily, despite her joy.

"I sure wish I could cook like this..."

"I wish you could, too...." Meowth muttered.

"What?!" Jessie said, shooting a look at Meowth.

"Nuttin...." Meowth gasped.

"Jessie, don't worry." said James, reaching forward and putting his hand on hers.

"Just enjoy the meal." he said.

Jessie smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Alright...."

They enjoyed the rest of their lunch wholeheartedly, and when they were finished, James got up to put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher, but Jessie put her arms around him and persuaded him to sit down and rest, since he had done so much preparing lunch.

"But Jessie...." he began to protest, but was cut off by a passionate kiss. When James broke the kiss after a few seconds, Jessie helped him over to the couch and turned on the T.V. for him.

"Are you sure, Jessie?" he asked.

"Yes, James. Don't worry about anything, just relax." she said.

"Well....Ok." James said as Jessie gave him the clicker. She went into the kitchen and soon had all the dishes taken care of. She suddenly realized that they had forgotten to get the mail. She grabbed the keys and headed toward the front door.

"Where ya goin, Jess?" asked Meowth.

"To get the mail." Jessie said.

"Jessie, wait a sec!" James exclaimed, rising from the couch and running over to her.

"It's my turn to do something. Besides, I'm expecting a package." said James.

Jessie smiled.

"Ok, love." she said, kissing him softly and then giving him the keys. James smiled back and turned around to leave. He walked outside, enjoying the comfortably warm evening air. He twirled the keys on his finger as he happily whistled the Team Rocket theme song. A few Pidgeys and Murkrow flew by, cawing softly.No one was outside, and all was calm. James reached the mailbox, pushed the key in, and retrieved the mail. There wasn't much, and his package ( a new cook book) unfortunately hadn't come yet. He sighed as he began flipping through the mail, seeing only a few magazines, coupons, and a few letters from Team Rocket friends. But he suddenly stopped when he got to the last letter, which was concealed with an envelope of parchment-like paper, and had a wax seal with an "M" on it. He flipped it over, and his eyes grew wide.

It was from his parents.

TO BE CONTINUED.......