Summary: Ooook...I had weddings and crap on my mind for the longest time because of a friend. She's been immersing herself in piles of wedding magazines and other Martha-Stewartese stuff. I just wanted to write a short fic on the marriage of Jesse and James of Team Rocket.
"Dear Diary...I've just met up with the twerps lately. It's been seven long years since James and I were fired from Team Rocket."
Jesse paused from her dictation to sip at a glass of water. She had never learned to write, apart from her name, so she was dictating to a small audiocassette. Her fingers found the stop button, and she got up to stir a large pot of greenish clumpy ooze heating on the stove with a large wooden spoon.
She sat down with the spoon in one hand, and the recorder in the other. Her hands hit the record button.
"About the twerps...I bumped into Ash Ketchum today. He was carrying a boatload of groceries. Apparently, he has married Brock...strange...that BOY was always chasing after ladies..."
James opened the door, throwing his wet things onto the table with a squish. Jesse just rescued her tape recorder in time, pulling it back towards her body with a squeal.
Jesse was about to complain to James about his wet clothes, when with a flourish, James presented her with a bundle of pink roses.
"For you, my lady of beauty...open the card, Jesse!"
In the tiny handwritten card sleeve was a polaroid of a velvet ring box...without the ring. When Jesse looked back at James...he was kneeling on the ground.
"I d-d-d-on't have a ring...but would you please marry me?"
That night, the vegetarian stew went ignored...