Author's Note: Oh my gosh--- I am SOOO sorry for the slow update. I've been really busy. But I finally got around to writing Part 4 today! I was inspired by the reviews. They were amazing.
I had a lot of fun writing this part, so I hope you like it, too.
Jack Farrell: I know all the characters are really exaggerated, but that makes the plot line move a lot easier.Oh, and I'm glad you like it!
Trainer Saphire: You're right! May doesn't know Misty's answer yet. This plays a part in today's chapter…
John: As for James being gay… I can't really say. In the show? Only the writers know that… As for my story? I guess you'll just have to read to find out…
And also, a big thank you to Ri2, Nikooru-chan, mayfan, and Silver Star-anime fan for their reviews! I appreciate them all.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. That'd be cool if I did, though, huh?
Oh, and it's common sense, I know, but read the first three parts before you read this one, capisce?
Chapter 4
"I just want you to know, May," said James, softly, "You made the right choice."
It was midday, and the criminals were outside, on rock duty. The sun beat down on them, but nobody complained. They all had too much on their minds. May had abandoned her friends to help Team Rocket escape from prison, and now, the three were trying to make a plan.
"Thanks, James…" she said quietly.
Jessie stared at them. "Do either of you," she began, sounding slightly annoyed, "Have any idea how we're supposed to get out of here?"
"Don't worry about it, Jessie," said James, shaking his head, "We'll figure it out."
"I better go," said May, looking around, "The guards are gonna get suspicious."
"Good idea," said James, "Just remember – we're here if you need us."
May smiled and walked away.
Jessie looked at James.
"What?" he said, defensively.
Jessie continued to stare.
"What!" he asked again.
Jessie shook her head. "Were you just hitting on her?" she asked.
James looked surprised. "Me? Hitting on her?" He forced a laugh.
Jessie glared.
"Okay," he admitted, "Maybe a little."
"James!" she snapped, "She's eleven."
James shifted uncomfortably. "Well, eleven's---"
"How old are you?" asked Jessie, interrupting him.
He hesitated. "Twenty?"
"Yes. Twenty," Jessie repeated. "And you're hitting on an eleven-year-old."
James paused. "She probably didn't even notice."
"How could she not notice?"
"Need I remind you? She thinks I'm gay."
"Well apparently, you're not gay!" she yelled, "Just retarded!"
"I am not retarded!" said James, picking up a flower, and smelling it, "And I'm not gay."
Jessie stared at him.
"So I like flowers! Is that such a crime!"
Jessie shook her head and walked away.
"They're pretty!" he shouted after her.
Later that day…
All the convicts were back in the jail cell, but they were now divided. On one side of the room sat Jessie, James, and May, and on the other side sat Ash, Misty, Max, and Brock, who were now deep in thought.
"Maybe May has the right idea," said Misty quietly to the others.
"Misty!" Ash snapped, "How could you say that? She's breaking out of jail with Team Rocket! How can you not see anything wrong with that?"
"But think about it, Ash," Misty pleaded, "We're going to be in here for 10 years for a crime we didn't commit. Why shouldn't we break out?"
"Misty…" Ash said, patiently, "I know you don't want to be here, but it's not worth breaking the law over. Brock and Max are with me on this. Right guys?" He pause. "Right guys?" He turned around to see Brock and Max staring at the ceiling. "Right guys?" he said again.
They paused. "Well…" Brock began, "We didn't do anything wrong…"
Ash couldn't believe his ears. "What about you, Max? You think Team Rocket has the right idea? You wanna work with the--- enemy?"
Max paused. "Yes," he said finally.
Ash shook his head. "Fine. Fine! If you all wanna break the law, fine by me."
Misty stared. "Are you with us?" she asked.
He sighed. "Yeah. I'm with you."
"Great!" said Misty, happily. "Now we need a plan…"
"I know!" said Ash, jumping up, "We'll do what they did in that movie with the singing orphans!"
"Annie?" questioned Misty.
"Yeah!" said Ash. "We'll break out into a rendition of 'Hard Knock Life' and then sneak out in the laundry!"
They all stared at him.
"Are you crazy?" asked Misty. "We don't even have any music! You can't sing 'Hard Knock Life' without any accompaniment!"
Max stared at her. "Not to mention the fact that there's no laundry around…" he pointed out.
"Oh, yeah," she said, blushing, "That, too."
"I think Ash has the right idea, though…" said Brock, "I mean, come on! How can you not think about the orphan factor?"
"What?" said Max, baffled.
"Orphans!" shouted Brock. "They have just the kind of sprightly childhood attitude that we need to escape and create a musical montage!"
"We don't need a musical montage!" yelled Misty.
"I know," said Brock, "But it wouldn't hurt."
"Is there a point to all this?" asked Max.
"Yes," said Brock, "Yes there is."
They stared at him.
"Are you gonna tell us?" asked Ash.
"Oh…" said Brock. "Right. Well in all the good orphan flicks---Annie, Yu-Gi-Oh, Dragonball Z---"
"Brock!" said Misty, interrupting him, "None of those have anything to do with Orphans."
"No, you're wrong," said Brock. "Annie does."
"Okay," said Misty, "But Yu-Gi-Oh and Dragonball Z don't---"
"I know!" said Brock. "I just like them, okay?"
"Okay…"
"Eww…" said Max, disgusted, "You like Dragonball Z?"
"Anyway," continued Brock, "In Annie, the orphans get away. So if we act like orphans--- we'll get away, too."
They stared at him.
Just then, a guard walked past their cell.
"Watch," Brock told the others. He rushed up to the guard. "Please, sir," he said in an English accent, "I want some more."
The guard stopped, flicked him off, and continued walking past their cell.
"Huh…" said Brock, turning to his friends, "That didn't seem to go very well."
"Okay, first off," said Misty, annoyed, "That's not from Annie, that's from Oliver."
"And second," said Max, "You didn't even have any food. How can you be asking for more?"
"Yeah," said Ash, "And that was a woman, so you probably shouldn't have called her 'sir'."
"Oh, and by the way," said Misty, "Oliver got in trouble when he asked for more."
Brock sighed. "Well, if you're going to criticize everything…"
Meanwhile…
"That'd never work," said Jessie.
"Why not?" asked James.
"They won't even let us have plastic knives, let alone two tons of dynamite…" she replied.
"Fair point," said James.
"I have an idea!" said May, excitedly.
"What is it?" asked Jessie.
"I think I can break down the door," said May, examining it, "All I need is a shoe string, a paper clip, and a match…"
"Who do you think you are?" said Jessie, sneering, "MacGyver?"
"Who?" asked May.
"Never mind," said Jessie. "So, will that work?"
May shrugged. "Probably not."
They sank into silence, all deep in thought.
"Wait!" said Jessie, "I got it! We can dig---- a hole."
"A hole?" repeated May.
"A hole. In the ground."
"That is our expertise," said James, proudly.
"How are we going to dig this hole?" asked May.
"Spoons," said Jessie.
"Spoons?" repeated May.
"Spoons. We each have one."
"That'll take forever," said May.
"Not if we get the twerps to help us…" said Jessie.
"What makes you think they're gonna want to dig a hole with Team Rocket?" asked May.
"They will," said Jessie, nodding, "They will."
Several Moments Later…
"What makes you think we want to dig a hole with Team Rocket?" asked Ash.
May looked at James. "See?" she whispered. "I warned her."
"Do you all have a better idea?" asked Jessie.
"Ash," Brock whispered, "Remember? Annie and Oliver?"
Ash paused, thinking briefly of the orphan story. "No, we really don't."
"Then grab a spoon," Jessie instructed. She turned to Max. "You keep watch," she told him.
Max shrugged. "Okay," he said, as the others gathered their spoons.
Several hours passed and the group dug in silence. After working for all this time, they were finally starting to make some progress.
"So, May…" Ash began, while digging, "I'm sorry about before."
May, who was digging right next to him, shrugged. "No big deal."
"Well, I just wanted to say I was sorry…" said Ash, quietly, "And, you know, if you ever wanted to go out sometime…"
May paused, barely believing what she was hearing.
"What's going on over here?" came the voice of James from behind them.
The two turned around.
James looked at Ash. "Did you just ask her out?"
Ash paused. "I was starting to---"
"I do not have the hots for May!" James snapped.
Ash stared at him. "I never said ya did."
"Okay, good," said James, "Cuz I don't. She's eleven… and I'm twenty… that'd be weird."
"I never said---" began Ash.
"Get your mind out of the gutter!" shouted James. "I told you already, I don't like May!"
"Okay, but---"
"I just think your girlfriend over there might be upset if she knew you were asking out another girl," James said.
"You mean Misty?" asked Ash. "She won't---"
"How about," came the sound of Misty's voice, "We let Misty speak for herself."
They all turned to see Misty approaching them.
"Ash!" she said, "How could you?"
This seems oddly familiar, thought Ash.
"How could I what?" he said, aloud.
"Ask May out!" yelled Misty. "You asked me out first!"
"Yeah," said Ash, "But, uh… You didn't say yes!"
Misty paused. "I didn't?"
Ash shook his head. "Nope."
"Hm…" said Misty. "I think we need a flashback."
"Anyway, if we are alive… do you think that maybe… you might want to go out with me?"
"Ash, I---"
"ASH!" screamed May, leaving her lunch and storming over to him, "What just happened?"
"Oh, well---" he began.
"WHAT JUST HAPPENED?" screamed May, interrupting him.
"I just---"
"How could you?" said May, beginning to cry, "I gave you the best years of my life!"
"Wow…" said Misty, "You're right… I didn't say yes."
"I'm glad we agree," said Ash.
"But I'd like to say yes," Misty continued, "Right now."
Misty and May stared at Ash.
"So… What's it gonna be?"
Ash froze. Who thought prison could be so damn interesting…
To be continued…
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