The night was drawing near and Ash was lying in bed feeling a little bit depressed of thinking that he had spent of his day in bed, he wanted to be out and about, training his pokemon. Not even Pikachu was at Ash's bed side to entertain him; he knew Brock had given him to Professor Oak to look after.

There was a gentle knock on his wooden bedroom door.

"Come in," yawned Ash, sitting up quickly.

"Hiya, sorry if I interrupted with anything," apologised Misty, entering his room.

"It's alright, I can't do anything any way," replied Ash.

"I just wanted to say... thank you for everything you did today about mum, I didn't mean to not tell you, it's just-" Misty then began to break down a little and a huge lump in her throat began to occur.

"Hey, it's alright," whispered Ash, sitting up.

Misty quickly walked over to his side and fluffed up the pillows for him to allow him sit up right. Ash thanked Misty and smiled as he did so.

The secret lovers didn't realize that they were both in love with each other. Misty told herself that if she told Ash how she felt, he would either laugh or will tell her that he doesn't feel the same way. Whereas Ash…well Ash being Ash didn't have a clue how to chat up a girl let alone ask a girl out on a date.

"I'm sorry, I should stop this crying," sobbed Misty, wiping her tears away.

Ash smiled and then began to wince painfully.

"Are you alright?" asked Misty.

"Fine," muttered Ash, clutching his chest.

"Come on, let me have a look," reported Misty, seriously.

"No, I'm fine really," mumbled Ash, but it was a bit too late as Misty carefully pepped through the bandage.

"It might need a clean as it's beginning to bleed again," said Misty.

Ash grabbed Misty's wrist and pleaded, "Mist, please don't tell mum, you know what she's going to be like."

"-But Ash I can't do it behind you mum's back, besides I'll be here for you, just as you were there for me," smiled Misty and leaned over to peck Ash's lips.

Misty rushed downstairs to see Ms Ketchum, and trying to stay calm from the embarrassment of her action towards Ash.

"Wow," Ash laughed, quietly, touching his lips.

Moans finished late at night when Ms Ketchum had finished helping, well Ash saw it more as making it worse, for his wounds.

Everyone was asleep including Mr Mime, who finished his O.T.T (over the top) cleaning duties.

Ash began to carefully and slowly creep downstairs; he made it to his destination, the kitchen.

'Man, I'm hungry, at least my appetite hasn't gone,' thought Ash and grabbed himself packets of crisps and a few chocolate bars.

He then carefully made it to the couch and then started watching the television on volume 1, so it couldn't be heard from upstairs.

He stared trans-fix to a Pokemon battle that had just started, seeing both trainers had a Charzaid that flew around blasting their flame throwers at one other.

"Come on, you got a chance, blast him," muttered Ash, munching on his crisps.

The Charzaid flew round seeing that he had a chance for one last blast of fire and then….. the television went black.

"What?" moaned Ash and began searching for the remote.

Ash carefully leaned over looking to if the remote was there, but a voice behind him stopped in his tracks.

"Looking for this?"

Ash turned around and nervously smile, "I…well….umm…I was just…well."

Misty laughed and handed Ash the remote as she sat beside him.

"Can I join, I can't get to sleep?" asked Misty.

"Ummm...sure," stuttered Ash.

Ash pressed it finger on the power on button and saw that one of the trainers had won, he was grinning away as he lifted the trophy up and his charzaid stood up straight as he heard the cheering and clapping of his great battle.

Misty helped herself to one of Ash's crisps and rested her head on Ash's shoulder. After her little munch, her aqua eyes began to droop.

Ash's grip of the remote loosened began to fall asleep as he moved onto his back while Misty dropped on to Ash's chest. Ash didn't really feel anything, due to his Mum's tight bandaging.

The couple drifted off into their little dream worlds as they dreamed about each other.

Ms Ketchum furiously got off her bed and raced downstairs ready to tell off her son, who was meant to be resting. She could hear the television on very low volume so she couldn't hear it.

"Ash K-"Ms Ketchum stumbled between words as she saw her son and Misty sleeping peacefully into each others arms.

Ms Ketchum began to smile and placed a warm blanket over the pair; she then kissed both of their foreheads and began to make her way back to her room.

It made Ms Ketchum upset in a way because it reminded her of the times she slept with Giovanni, he telling her that she was her angel and always will be.

'So much of being his angel' thought Delia as she wrapped up into bed.

Delia knew that Ash and Misty were made for each other and nothing could tear them apart.