Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish or how much fairy dust I use, Pokemon will never belong to me. ;-; I only own a strange little bird, but you dont want him. ^^ But the characters that were created out of my own imagination were Racheal, Jason, and Aydee. ^^ Thankyou! ^-^

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Racheal carefully measured and cut each photo of Ash and Misty to a precise and perfect size. She carefully noted that, indeed, they were meant for eachother. Just by the happiness gleaming in eachother's eyes that they showed prooved that they enjoyed nothing more then being in eachother's presence. She quietly sighed to herself, wondering if someone would ever be making a collage of her and her true love sometime in the future.

"Rach, can I ask you something?"

For a short moment, she wondered if he would propose to her. This, coming from her wildest dreams, amused her more then she could ever know as a small smile spread across her face.

"As long as its not a trick question."

Brock cleared his throat, "Not to make us feel stupid or anything", he paused "but where are we supposed to paste these pictures on? Do you have any carboard pa - -"

"Yes," she interrupted "and I still feel bad we couldn't just super glue these pictures onto their own bodies. I'd like to see how they could stop thinking of eachother then." Her slightly mischievious grin went unnoticed.

Racheal's admiration for them only grew stronger as she looked at more pictures of Ash and Misty that Brock had at once been saving for bribery. Confusion crossed her features when she saw a picture of Ash with bandages on his arm and Misty at his side, seeming to look very sorry for the poor boy. They seemed not more then only 10 years old in the picture and Ash looked like he was in an incredible amount of pain.

"What..err.. happened here? Wait, do I want to know if Misty has a violent side? No, right?"

Brock tilted his head to the side, trying to figure out what really did happen.

His face brightened up when the strange memory returned to him.

"That was when Misty first learned how to do a cartwheel and err.. she went right into Ash." He shrugged.

"See, and to think I never thought that was possible."

"Just to think."

Another moment of silence went by as they continued making their collage of 'Romantic/Freakishly Strange Ash and Misty Moments'.

Brock's eyes examined each part of the picture closely, darting across any details that didn't seem romantic. Racheal's job was to check for anything that didn't bring a small smile to your face. After each picture was closely examined, they would decide if it was worthy of going into the collage.

"You know, I never really knew guys like you had a nice side." She said in an attempt to be rid of the thickening silence.

She began to explain immediatly after she noticed the hurt look on his face.

"What do you mean, 'guys like me'?"

"No, no. I meant guys that love girls as much as you do. I thought they usually go after ever human they see that doesn't have manhood, and everytime they get turned down they get more angered and upset," she paused, "but your completely different from them! You give a new meaning to that song 'I Get Knocked Down, But I Get Up Again', you know?"

She looked him over, but all he did was continue to work on the pictures.

"I'm sorry, do I talk to much?" She said, with a hint of anger in her voice, placing her hands on her hips.

"No, I just didn't really have much to say to that. So, maybe that's why you probably felt like you were talking to a wall, added to the fact of stupidity you must of felt." His voice seemed emotionless.

She pretened to have ignored his last sentence and bit her tongue which prevented her from asking any questions about the next picture they came across.

In the picture, it seemed like Misty and Ash had just gotten out of an argument, but their mischief was still alive. They both made "bunny-ears" on eachother's head. Racheal could almost assume what the thoughts were going threw eachother's heads.

'Misty's would be something like 'If he thinks 'i'm sorry' means I'm never doing bunny-ears to him again, he's crazy.' Ash seems like the type of person who would be thinking 'Oh yeah, I'm getting her back good with this one.. Well, not that good, but good enough'. ' Racheal thought to herself, relieving some of the discomfort she had before with the earlier conversation with Brock.

"I'm sorry."

She looked up at Brock, a bit startled by his sudden apology.

"For what?" Curiosity swam along her tone of voice.

"Being a jerk... A girl-obsessed and pikachu-cookie obsessed jerk. I took that a bit too far."

"Tell me about it." She said in a jokingly tone, looking up for a moment to smile at him, assuring him everything was alright between them.

As more pictures were scanned for any romance, a strange one managed to catch Brock's eye.

"Who took this picture?"

The picture had Misty and Ash, sound asleep next to eachother. From the expression on their faces, it seemed like they were dreaming of heaven..err or eachother. Ash's arm protectively went around Misty's waist, which became an automatic thing if they were sleeping close to eachother.

"I did." She smiled down at it, admiring her photography talents.

"You really managed to capture them in this one. They look so.. peaceful and so.. in love" He paused, "It's hard to describe. I've never actually had that true feeling before.. Err, whatever Ash calls it."

"Tell me about it. I don't know anymore then you do..." ,She took in a deep breath, "But who knows, maybe someday we'll both find out." She gave him an assuring smile, and looked back down at the pictures.

Brock looked her over slowly, enjoying what he was seeing. He thought about the words she said and sensed how deeply she wanted love in her life. No, he sensed how deeply she needed it. He wondered if maybe someday he'd be the one to give that special gift of love to her.

"Just maybe."



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"That's.. just.. strange.." Misty spoke outloud, unknowing.

Shuffling threw the multiple sheets of paper, yet another one caught her eye.

Her eyes suddenly widened showing a mixture of horror and shock, examining the paper and the words imprinted on it in pure disbelief.

"He wants me to sing a song about a floating porqupine!?" She continued, "And I thought this was illegal. Gee, silly me." The thick sarcasm rang threw her voice as she spoke. She rolled her eyes at the paper with the words on it that screamed nothing more but embarassment.

Obviously, she needed someone to talk to. But who was left besides herself? She refused to allow herself to even think of the recent past events. They made her heart tremble if at any time they were recalled.

Overall, she seemed to be getting along quite well. The shell she formed around herself was weakening, but for now it was enough to do the trick. The shell fooled everyone about what she was going threw, and not allowing herself to cry was making it even worse.

The videos of her making fun of her sisters weren't even enough to humor her anymore, and she didn't know what else she could possibly do. When would the healing begin?

Soon, she found herself throwing the papers that Jason had given her directly onto the floor. Her eyes searched for her journal, darting everywhere around the room and in her backpack.

She knew she'd be able to find it eventually - - she always did. No, the journal was not a diary that she called a 'journal' because the word 'diary' sounded pathetic. Neither did it really talk about things that had happened to her in the past, yet it contained words. Meaningful and heart spoken words. Possible songs and poems were held in her journal. Words of her soul and longing of her heart was barely writeable, but she accomplished it.

One poem or song that she especially adored was one that took her an abnormally long time to write and still was not complete. . She couldn't go much deeper into thought then she already had in the poem/song she wrote.

Although, sooner or later she knew she would have to decide whether or not it would be considered a poem or song. She was leaning towards the idea of having it as a song, but Jason disliked it. She remembered clearly what he thought about it.

"You..must.. be.. kidding..."

His voice and the painful words rang threw her mind.

"Oh yeah, I was joking. Completely. Yet the idea of a floating porquepine will be a pure classic. Right." She said outloud, to no one in particular.

'Here you are..' She smiled, picking up the old, yet extremely valuable journal.

As ideas flew threw her mind of how to end her song, she flipped through the pages frantically, trying to find the page which held the words of her heart. Her eyes searched threw the small book repeatidly with no such luck.

She wondered if this was a part of a big illusion she was experiencing or she could of really lost the paper. Or, she could of simply put it in a different pocket of her backpack. She searched through each and every pocket before she noticed something burried within her backpack deeply.

No, it wasn't the paper. It felt squared, like a box. Her hand reached around the object as she pulled it out curiosly.

It was indeed a box which seemed to have something in it. Possibly jewelry or other accessories. This seemed strange to her, because she rarely carried any jewelry or even boxes for that matter.

Her hands uncovered the top of the box with much curiosity.

All at once, she felt an enormous amount of emotions overcoming her as a gasp escaped her lips. She felt her hands trembling slightly as her eyes widened in shock.

She tried to keep her hand's small tremble under control as she lifted the bracelet from the box with as much gentleness as possible.

'The.. bracelet...' She said almost below a whisper with a mixture of awe and shock.

She went over every detail of it, making sure she was seeing what she thought she was seeing. Every gem was there.. The structure was exactly the same.. Everything was just as perfect as she remembered it to be.

She thought she lost it forever that night, but somehow, by some miracle, she saw it in her back pack and in a box with a note.. - - with a note?!

After wrapping the bracelet around her small wrist, she looked threw the box, the shock or awe never leaving her eyes, but only increasing. Yes, there was a note. A small one. The message seemed to be brief as well.

She lifted it almost more gentle then how she lifted the bracelet. She read the words outloud, tracing each mark made by the pen the note was written with.

"I'm not going to let you go."

She exhaled, not realising she was holding her breath in the first place.

She ran her fingertips along the surface of the note, her hands still trembling in awe, with happiness beginning to surface in her heart. The happiness swam throughout her heart, which was quite a good switch from the sadness.

She looked at the bracelet and back at the note, knowing for sure who returned her bracelet to her.

"Then I hope you hold on to me tight, Ash.." She sighed, bringing the note closer to her chest. Her hopes were never so high before.





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"Rach..", He cleared his throat, "I need a favor from you."

She crossed her arms over her chest, unimpressed.

"And I need you to come into the lobby so me and Brock can show you something."

He cocked his eyebrow, "You guys aren't exactly planning on mooning me, are you?", He continued before she could interrupt, "Because as far as amusing that would be for you guys, I need a big favor."

"What makes you think I'd give you the pleasure of mooning you?" She remained emotionless, hiding the fact that she felt offended because he thought she'd go that far in embarrassing her and herself. Sure, maybe she was tempted on beating him around, but she let that idea slide.

He cleared his throat once more, "I need you to make something for me."

By the look on her face, he grew even more worried he would not get her help on his little project.

At the same time, she dismissed the thought that he may of known about the collage of him and Misty because it was purely impossible.

"What?"

'Ok.. Good sign. She didn't say 'no' yet.' He thought, trying to encourage himself.

"I need to get the beat of this song. I want it to be slow.. And I want her to sing it", he paused, "She did write it afterall."

"Who?" Her face clearly expressed she was growing with interest.

"Misty."





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yeaa. i think this got a little better. ^^; i promise next chapter will be out sooner and will be longer. ^^ i can't wait to give you guys more info on the story. its going to get exciting. err.. at least i hope you guys think it is and will be. ^-^ -skips away happily-