(One third of my reviewers last chapter missed the point…depressing…)

AAML – They're so interchangeable, you can just choose whoever you want!™

One of the things that never fails to surprise (and by 'surprise' I mean 'disgust') me about the pokemon category is the random, illogical Misty/May thing. If you write a story with May, you get two reviews saying 'I hate Misty!' and one review saying 'I hate May'. If you write a story about Misty, you get the opposite. Why? Just because.

So to clear it up for everyone: you're both idiots. Thank you.

AAMisty/MayL

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MistyOrMay sighed, looking at Ash as he walked along, strutting over his most recent badge win. He was so handsome, with his dark, unruly hair and chocolate brown eyes. But she knew he didn't love her. He loved MayOrMisty. MistyOrMay knew this because he was traveling with her now, an obvious sign he liked her better/he had traveled with her before, an obvious sign that he must see her as superior in every way to his current female companion. That Ash might not really care one way or another didn't occur to MistyOrMay.

MistyOrMay didn't know what she would do without Ash's love. She felt a burning jealousy for MayOrMisty and didn't think it was at all odd that she seemed to be more focused on her hatred for the other girl than her love for Ash.

There was an abrupt scene change that had been marked by something FFN ate, leading to the befuddlement of readers.

"Ash," MistyOrMay said, her voice nearly a whisper. "There's…there's something I need to tell you."

Ash looked up. "Sure, what is it?" he said cheerfully.

"I-I-I lo-"

"Hi!" MayOrMisty said suddenly, either because she was already in the group and so was normally around, or because she had suddenly shown up from her own travels at exactly that moment. Ash immediately forgot all about what MistyOrMay was saying and went off to deal with MayOrMisty, despite having no clear reason to do that.

Why should I even try, MistyOrMay thought gloomily to herself, when it's so obvious he must like MayOrMisty better than me? After all, by traveling with her now/before he must like her better than dull old me, who was around before/is around now, because that's nowhere near as special.

MistyOrMay angsted over this, which is like sulking and moping but different. He could never love me, she told herself. This was also angsting, not wallowing in self pity as it might appear to some readers. But I have to tell him, she thought suddenly. She ran off to find Ash.

Ash was somewhere in a secluded area for some reason, doing something.

"Ash," MistyOrMay said. "I – I have to tell you something. I love you."

"I love you too," Ash said.

"Really? But I thought you loved-"

"Of course not. She's nothing compared to you," Ash said, trying to remember which one he was talking to.