Chapter Three
E-mail Blues
Note to readers: Hi! Namiko's here, always to bug the crap out of you. I hope you will enjoy my fic. Gymshipping is my favorite pairing. sports an anti-Pokeshipping badge I ask that even if you don't like Gymshipping, you still read this fic because it will also include Rocketshipping and a few Mommyshipping elements. However, I ask very politely that you don't bombard the review box with "OMG I LUV MAY U SUCK 4 DISSING HER:P" It's my story and I'm not changing it for you. I just don't like Max and May for the same reasons I made the character Misty hate them – they're sucky replacements. Yeah. And while I'm at it, also read "A Cup of Ice to Go" and SAVE THE FREAKING ENGLISH POKEMON DUB!
To: brocktherockpkmnworld.web
From: togepipkmnworld.web
Hey there!
How are you? Seen/done anything interesting lately? It's drab here and I miss you guys a lot. Togepi misses you both, too. It's just been us for a while now. I can't wait until my stupid sisters get home. If I'm lucky, they'll let me travel with you again. I hope Ash is earning all the badges he can. I have to go – Tracey's coming over and the gym is a mess. Write back! I know you have your laptop in tow.
Misty
To: togepipkmnworld.web
From: brocktherockpkmnworld.web
Hi, Misty!
We haven't been up to much yet. Ash has his first badge and May is a pain in the ass. (I didn't say that.) Can you come slug her for me?
Ooh, you and Tracey alone! Just kidding.
Love, Brock
To: togepipkmnworld.web
From: pikapipkmnworld.web
You send Brock e-mail, but none to me?
Some friend you are.
-Ash
To: pikapipkmnworld.web
From: togepipkmnworld.web
You have no writing skills.
Duh.
Misty
To: brocktherockpkmnworld.web
From: togepipkmnworld.web
I don't mind that you said that about May. Sometimes I feel like I've been replaced by Max and May. Have I been replaced, Brock?
Misty
P.S. – I don't like Tracey and you know it.
To: togepipkmnworld.web
From: pikapipkmnworld.web
XP You suck!
-Ash
To: togepipkmnworld.web
From: brocktherockpkmnworld.web
Misty –
Right now I am rolling my squinty slits of eyes at you. Do you really think you've been replaced? Oh my gawd, don't die on me, Misty. Of course you haven't been replaced. No one – or two for that matter – could replace you.
Love, Brock
