A/N:- Seriously you guys, thankyou so much for the support you've given me! Frostythesnowgirl3, JAIvY, SomeAreLakes, gianttaccosalad, Mangochica. Thankyou! And HappyAsIAm.x thankyou for reading it at least :) Would also like to thank all the reviewers who didn't use an account to leave a review, for their super kind words, and the people that favourited and put the story on alert. Anyway, on with Chapter Four! All mistakes are my own, and I apologise if there is any :)

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When I woke, I was surrounded by darkness. My eyes were open, but I could only make out vague shapes in the distance. I waved my hand in front of my eyes. Ah good, I can still see.

Now for the tricky part. Where was I? What I could see of the room I was in, didn't look at all familiar, it certainly wasn't my hotel room.

Softness wrapped itself around my body, smothering me. I clutched at it, running my hands over the textures. Seemed to be sheets. I must be in bed somewhere, the strong smell of strawberries lingering in the air confirming my suspicions of this not being my room.

The comfort of the bed didn't last long though. I became conscious to the fact that my head was pounding!

Moving my hands out to the side, I searched for some sort of light, grinning triumphantly when I found a lamp upon a bedside table. Where was the switch though? I felt around some more, and came across the button. Good.

Flicking it on, my whereabouts didn't become any clearer. I sat up in the bed, trying to get an improved view, as all I could see right now was the off white ceiling.

The room was decorated daylight blue, a black border running through the middle of the four walls. It was a simple layout, merely necessities, consisting of a double bed, which I was currently tucked into, an old worn wardrobe and the bedside table.

I noticed a picture frame on the table next to the light, picking it up to study it closely. Two very similar red headed girls holding Nidoran. One Nidoran was female, and the other male.

Ah, twins. Wait a second. What? The red headed girl on the right holding the male Nidoran, I'd definitely seen her before. But where?

BAM! That was the sound of the realisation hitting me smack in the forehead. Emily. Emily Fitch!

But, wasn't I supposed to be battling her for the Earth Badge?

I rubbed the bridge of my nose, trying to remember what happened. But everything from me arriving outside the gym, to now in this strange room was black.

I must have drifted back to sleep in the comfort of the big bed. I dreamt that I was at the League, battling the first of the Elite Four. Blaze, Bolt and I stronger than ever, taking on the world as we fought in a perfectly rehearsed routine. My Mother, cheering me on from the sidelines as we defeated the last Pokemon, and then us holding the league cup into the air.

I was awoken to the sound of the door clicking open, my dream literally disappearing as I was brought back to consciousness.

"Oh hey, Naomi. Did I wake you?" The silhouette spoke calmly and quietly.

"Emily?" I croaked.

"Yes, it's Emily." She giggled huskily. "Want some soup? It's a special Fitch recipe. Mum used to cook it all the time when me and Katie were sick."

"I'm sick? Where's Bolt? Where's Blaze? Where am I?" The questions just spewed out without my brain commanding my mouth to even open. My cheeks stained red as I hung my head in embarrassment.

"Woah, woah girl! One at a time yeah?" Emily smiled. "Right, you aren't sick, so to speak, but you did pass out yesterday after the battle, hit your head pretty hard, and I was worried so I brought you back here. Bolt and Blaze are out back with Logan."

Right. That explained my pounding head.

"Who's Logan?" I asked.

"My Nidoking." Emily replied, beaming. "And you're welcome by the way!" She winked playfully.

Again with the winking, again with the butterflies and the melting.

"Urghh!" I groaned loudly. What was happening to me!

"Naomi?" She looked puzzled. Oh yeah, my outburst. Let's pretend it didn't happen.

"Yes?" Play cool Naomi, play cool.

"Are you...Okay?"

"Fine, fine, fine! All is fine. I'm good. I'm hungry Emily, you hungry?" Okay, that was so not cool. Stupid rambling idiot. What is Emily going to think? Why do I care what Emily thinks?

She shook her head lightly and chuckled. "Come on then, budge up. Let's eat!"

Emily squished in right next to me, despite the amount of room in the bed. Her thigh resting unbearably close to my own. She balanced the cerulean tray on my knee, asking me to hold it in place, as she proceeded to spoon the soup into the two white bowls. Emily buttered the slices of bread before lifting up the tray on my knee to pull out another from underneath to place her portion on.

Two hours later we were lying on the grass in Emily's garden, watching the clouds move slowly through the summer sky, being too full to do anything much that involved moving. The sun was shining brightly, and we were enjoying soaking up the rays.

"That, Miss Fitch, was good soup!" I stated, rubbing my stomach.

"Mmm." Was all Emily answered with. She'd been strangely quiet since she'd clambered into the bed next to me with the soup.

"You alright Emily?"

"Yeah, just a bit full I guess."

"Oh. Good." Something wasn't right though. Gone was the bubbly Emily that woke me up earlier this afternoon.

I heard Bolt cry happily, turning my head in time to catch him running about chasing after Logan and Blaze. Brought a smile to my lips. They all looked happy together, having a good time true Pokemon style.

Yawning, I stretched out my back and closed my eyes to give them a break from the harsh sunlight. I tried to think back to when I saw Emily for the first time, aiming to fill in the blackness. Cute little Khaki shorts, and white vest top flashed in my memory. It then flickered to a small tattoo on her hip, but I couldn't see all of it.

"Emily? What is your tattoo of?" What? I was curious! And I just really liked tattoos on women. Was always a lovely surprise when you're about to pull off their... Bad Naomi. Don't think about Emily like that.

"It's two Nidoran lying on the grass under some clouds. My sister, Katie, has the same tattoo." Emily's speaking interrupted my musings. That would explain the purples and blues I saw in it.

"Is Katie with you in the photo near your lamp?" I thought aloud, recalling seeing them both with Nidoran.

"Yep that's her. We're twins, but I haven't seen her for about three years now. Just disappeared one day, everything gone, including her Pokemon. Last I heard, was when I read in the paper that she was training to become one of the Elite Four. She always did have to better than me at everything." Emily snorted almost angrily.

Her tone of voice became softer now, "I just wish she'd have told me why she left. Or maybe called me once in a while y'know?"

"Oh." That was all I could express.

I felt an overwhelming urge to comfort her. Wrap her in my arms and tell her it's all going to be okay. But I'm Naomi Campbell. I don't do hugs, and seriously don't do friends. But Emily makes me want to be her friend, makes me want to get to know her.

Emily's not what I expected to be. She's deep and thoughtful and caring. To me anyway. People gossip, and gossip spoke of her to be cold hearted, mean and careless. I mean, she's got the playfulness about her, bit of a naughty streak possibly, but nothing I've seen yet screams horrible at me.

"Emily, why do people say that you're mean? Like, why did you make that little girl cry yesterday?"

She moved her body so that it was facing mine, our faces now only inches away. I could feel her soft breaths washing over my cheeks.

"I don't mean to be horrible. I'm just so full of rage, at Katie, at my parents, at the pathetic losers who try to battle me all the time when they aren't ready. I'm fed up of spending my time being stuck in the gym doing nothing all day. I wish I was out there, exploring Kanto. There's so much to the world that I'm yet to see. I feel like I'm wasting my life, Naomi."

"Oh." There I go again with my wise words. The poor girl opens her heart to me, and I just lie there looking like a lost Magikarp.

"Why..." I paused; do I really want to ask this? "Why are you nice to me Emily? Surely I'm just a pathetic loser trying to battle against you when I'm not ready?" I said softly, letting out a shy laugh. "You've taken me into your home to look after me for a reason that wasn't your fault, and I've not witnessed one act of unkindness from you whilst I've been here." It's true.

She pondered for a moment. Her eyes glazed over, seemingly deep in thought.

"I think..." Emily took a deep breath; it wavered slightly as she let it out. "You are different Naomi. Something about you, I'm not sure what, but there's something, that makes me want to sit and talk to you for hours, and just be myself. Not hide behind my bitchy exterior that everyone else sees. You're breaking my walls Naomi."

Don't say oh, don't say oh!

"Ah." Idiot!

"I feel like that about you too." I announced quietly, not meeting her gaze.

Her petite hand grasped my chin gently, pulling my face up, forcing my eyes to meet hers. Her eyes flickered down to my lips, back to my eyes, down to my lips. Emily leaned in ever so slightly, and I found myself doing the same.

It was like a gravitational pull was bringing us together, and there was not anything that could stop it.

I noticed her breathing was becoming more ragged as there were mere millimeters between our lips.

Her hand still rested on my chin, caressing it tenderly.

Our lips brushed together.

And then the fireworks erupted behind my eyelids.