EVAN AAML: Um, okay, I should just say I'm sorry to EVAN AAML. I tried writing a beach fic five or six times, and I couldn't do it. Why? Because I freaking hate the beach, that's why! I don't like the ocean (at least not the shallows) and I don't get a kick out of any of the games they play at hotels and junk like that. I like to sit in a chair and read books as I slowly roast inviting in skin cancer because I never remember to put on sun tan lotion! Ahem, Once again, I apologize to him, but I tried.

So, on a brighter side, I thought of an adorable fic! Whee! It's weird, unlikely, probably out of character, but very cute. And if anybody says that Spiderman isn't in Japan/Pokémon world I will be very disappointed in you for saying such a stupid thing. I'm sure they've heard of it, even if it isn't a big deal (hey, we love their shows, maybe they love some of ours?) there. And if they haven't, oh well.

THANK YOU FOR EVERYONE WHO HELPED ME GET TO 70 REVIEWS! YOU ARE ALL INCREDIBLE!!!!!

Oh, and the day Harry Potter came out, I finished it. Started reading at 1 a.m., finished at 6:15 a.m. I just had to know how it ended. I'm unsatisfied. Not enough death. I wanted a nuclear holocaust.

Ash: Ten Years Old Misty: Eleven Years Old

I opened my eyes to the sound a twig snapping and a yelp of fright, followed by a sigh of relief. I knew it was Ash. The voice was too young for Team Rocket, too masculine for a girl, too feminine for a boy, in other words, a child of indeterminate gender. That hadn't shocked me. What really made me jump out of my sleeping bag was the fact that the sun had just barely rolled over the hills we had just walked up yesterday. What the heck was Ash doing up before noon? That wasn't like him at all.

I crept from my spot into the woods, in the direction of his whispering voice. There! I saw him! I quietly hid behind a bulky tree, peeking out at the stupid boy I had followed because I loved… the bike he owed me. He had a ski-mask on, bouncing around in the trees, doing a self-narration of what he was imagining. Pikachu looked at him innocently, not saying a word of encouragement or discouragement. He climbed up a branch or two above Ash and looked down fondly at his owner.

"Spiderman swung through the woods, looking for the Green Goblin, who had once again captured Mary Jane," He froze for a second. "Well, Spiderman did have a bunch of different girlfriends, he dumped Mary Jane way back in the beginning, but I can't remember the other ones. I'm just going to stick with Mary Jane, Pikachu," He nodded, more to himself than that yellow ball of cuddliness (A/N: That's a real freaking word!) he loved more than mmmm…uh, I mean, more than life itself. "He was the best superhero in the world, better than Superman and Batman combined! Spiderman jumped through the trees and shot out his web!" Ash leaped from the branch he was in into open air, holding out his arm in the webslinging position, forgetting he had no such powers. He then abruptly crashed to earth.

And I giggled.

"Who's there?" He jumped up. I gasped and slammed my hand over my mouth, hiding myself completely behind the tree. "Come on out! I know you're there," He called. "I'll give you ten seconds before I set my Pikachu on you. Ten, nine, eight…" I nibbled my lip, by setting Pikachu on me he meant he'd tell Pikachu to fire thunderbolts until he hit something. But would he hit me? "Seven, six, five…" I wasn't sure. It was a big tree. If Pikachu hit it I should be fine. Oh, but the poor tree! That's like cutting one down to see how old it was! "Four, three, two…" It wasn't worth it. Might as well come out.

"Ash, don't!"

"Misty?"

"Yeah, it's me! I'm coming out! If Pikachu hits me I swear I'll kill you!" I shouted as I walked out. He'd put his hat on his hat, the red ski-mask in his hand. His face was red, still embarrassed from me catching him, I think. "So…Spiderman?"

"Yeah," He grinned and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "You're not telling, are you?"

"Who would I tell?"

"Brock."

"Why would I tell Brock?" I asked. He shrugged, blushed, and began to stammer. "Ash, I'm not going to. I don't hate you. Besides, the only one allowed to make fun of you is me," I giggled taking the mask from his hands. "I'm not out for revenge on the bike, which you still owe me by the way,"

"I'm working on it!"

"I'm just kind of sad, actually," I fingered the mask in my hands. "How come you never let me play? I mean, I know I'm just Misty, but my sisters never let me play with them. Comic books are pretty cool. I know a lot of the villains and the characters. I could've played if you asked."

"You do?" Ash blinked. "You want to play? Gee, Mist, I didn't not ask you to play because I didn't want anyone else. I just thought that Brock was too old and you…well, I thought you just wouldn't want to because, you know."

"Why?"

"You're a girl."

"What?!" I gasped. "Just because I'm a girl doesn't mean I don't like comics and pretending."

"I know that girls like pretending! But all the girls I ever knew liked pretending they were unicorns or princesses or queens," He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck with an adorable sheepish smile. "How was I supposed to know you were different?"

"You should just know, Ash," I mumbled, sitting on the ground with my back to him, my arms crossed over my chest and my lips in a sad pout. "You could've asked! I mean, you should know I'm not like other girls by now. You should've asked me to play." There was a stretched out silence as Ash tried to figure out what I wanted him to say. It had taken almost half a year to train him to say something sweet when I was upset instead of walking away. He still wasn't always sure of what to say, but I led him right to it this time.

"Do you want to play? I'm sorry I didn't invite you earlier, but I wish you would now," he said after a five minute pause.

"Really, Ash? Thank you!" I jumped up with a smile. "Who can I be?"

"Mary Jane."

"What?! Why do I have to be a damsel in distress? I want to be a villain," I huffed.

"Pikachu is the villain. He can attack me with thunderbolts and I can dodge them. If you're a villain too, it's no fair for me. I can't dodge Pikachu's attacks and whatever you do at the same time. The real Spiderman could, though. Besides, it's lots more fun when you really have someone to save!"

"Okay," I sighed in defeat. I decided on not telling him Spiderman isn't real. (Sorry, to crush your hopes, everyone.) "I'll…I'll be Mary Jane, I guess. Should I just stand over by Pikachu and we can start playing?"

"Sure!" Ash said delightedly. I trotted over to Pikachu and stood by his tree. He smiled down at me then licked my cheek. "Pikachu! You're supposed to be the villain! Now, where was I? Oh! I remember. I was swinging through trees. Anyway, Spiderman swung through the trees and raced to the Green Goblin's lair. Meanwhile, the Green Goblin was telling Mary Jane all about his evil plans to kill Spiderman!"

"I was?" Pikachu blinked. "What's my plan?"

"I don't know! Make something up, it's not that hard!"

"Fine," He rolled his eyes. Pikachu, I mean, The Green Goblin, thought carefully before speaking. "Spiderman will come to save you, and when he does, I have a new device that will electrocute Spiderman at the push of a button. I can control the direction and the power! Once he's been electrified, I will use a chemical to take away his powers and leave him unable to defend himself! Then I will take over the world!" Pikachu gave a maniacal laugh.

"Hmm?" I asked. I can usually understand Pikachu when he uses charades, but I can only catch a bit of what he's saying. Though, 'Ash in trouble' has become so common a phrase even Team Rocket knows what it means. "What was that?"

"Electrocute me, chemical to take away my powers, world domination," Ash translated.

"Oh," I nodded. I turned to Pikachu, once again immersed in our roleplay. (A/N: I know, big words for a ten year old, but I can't help it. Sorry.) "You'll never get away with it Green Goblin! Spiderman will stop you!"

"Ha! Like that will ever happen!"

"Stop Green Goblin!" Ash said dramatically. He leaped from another tree, once again forgetting he didn't have spider powers and collapsed to the ground.

"Whatever you do, don't. Laugh." Pikachu whispered. I smiled and nodded. "You'll never win, Parker!" Apparently, I already knew Peter Parker was Spiderman in this game. "Come and get you're girlfriend!"

"WE'RE NOT A…" We began automatically, a blush on our cheeks. We trailed off and blinked. "Oh."

"You did that on purpose!" Ash complained.

"Face your death now, Peter!" Pikachu shouted, sending out a thunderbolt. Ash dodged one after another, closing in close enough to whack Pikachu off the branch on tumbling him onto the ground.

"Oh, gees. You okay?" Ash asked with concern, grabbing a vine and hanging upside-down from it. He was thundershocked aptly before Pikachu got back up.

"Settle down a little bit, Ash. It's just a game. I'm going back to camp to wash up. Have fun!" He scampered back the way we came.

"Well, I guess I won," Ash smirked. I bit at my lip nervously. Not for what I was going to do, I knew I would do it. There was no doubt in my mind, it was too romantic to pass up. No, no. My problem was how exactly I was going to lie to cover it up. "Hey, Mist, whatchya doin'?" Ash asked nervously I was slowly walked towards him.

"Thank you for saving me, Spiderman."

"Uh, yuh-yuh-you're welcome Mist, uh, I mean, Mary Juh-Jane," he stuttered. I stopped in front of him and slowly rolled down the mask covering his face. "Mist, Mary Jane, Misty! What are you-" I put a finger to his lips.

"You talk too much," I whispered. My finger slipped away to be replaced by my lips. It was just a second, just a tap, but it was everything I wanted my first kiss to be. My lips tingled, my nerves were bouncing, and I had the silliest smile on my face. I slowly pulled back, Ash following me a bit, seemingly not wanting to stop. "Well, Ash. The game's over, let's go back to camp."

"What? You just kissed me! M-Misty, you kissed me!" He gasped. His hands released the vine, sending him crashing to the ground.

"Me?" I said innocently. "I didn't kiss you, Ash. Mary Jane kissed Spiderman. So, see? It was a game, all made-up. We haven't kissed, and I haven't actually had my first kiss yet," I held out my hand to help him up. He pouted at me.

"I haven't been kissed either, you know. Girls are icky," he blushed, standing up and stomping off.

"Then why'd you lean forward?" I taunted as he started running.

"I was playing my part!" he shouted. I laughed wickedly and raced after him chanting 'you like me, you like me!' to his denial.

I was reminded of the moment as I hung suspended upside down in the tree tops. Ash had gotten himself knocked out, the idiot ran into a tree, and I was the one to go after Pikachu. I didn't get the little fella. I chased Team Rocket through the woods and off a cliff. Hey! Don't call me dumb! I was looking at Team Rocket and they kept going straight and I just happened to not notice their balloon. I'm not dead, and that's all that matters.

"Hey there, Mist," Ash said, barely containing his giggles. Our witty banter had definitely improved over the years. "Here I was, racing after Pikachu though my head was still throbbing, and you're just hanging around" he shook his head in disappointment. "I am so disappointed, Mist, so disappointed."

"You know you're not supposed to call me that when I'm mad!" I shouted, thrashing around. "Now stop your laughing and get me down from here!"

"I don't know. What do you think Pikachu? After her horrible betrayal of our little gang, should we leave her out to dry, or take her back as a captive and torture her relentlessly until she weeps in remorse of her sins."

"Been reading the dictionary much?" I muttered.

I say we…do what you will, Dawn just open a brand new ketchup bottle. Pikachu leaped from Ash's shoulder and raced away, running straight up the cliff, leaving me and Ash to stare blankly for a minute.

"Ashton Ketchum, if you don't let me down, I will tie you to a hot pole in your underwear and pound you with a baseball bat until you sob like the sad little boy you are. I'll rip your hair out stand by strand, make sure you never have children again and…and what are you doing?"

"Nothin'," He smiled, pulling out my ponytail to let my hair fall down. "You did grow it out. How sweet, just for me?" He asked.

"Ashton Satoshi Ketchum, I swear if you do anything else…"

"Misty Kasumi Waterflower, if you keep making death threats I will tell everyone about the tattoo you have on your butt that I saw because you wore an old low cut bathing suit because you forgot all about it."

"Lower back," I snapped, blushing. "Could you let me down? The blood's rushing to my head."

"Wonder how Spiderman does it?" He mused. His head cocked to the side. Why? Was he remembering like I did? "Mary Jane," he suddenly laughed. "thank you for saving Pikachu for me," he continued in a lower, sudductive voice. I shivered.

"Ash, what the hell is wrong with you? Ash, A-Ash, what are you doing? Don't come any closer or I'll-" He put his finger to my lips and smirked.

"You talk to much," he said, leaning forward to give me a peck on the lips. I'm guilty to say that as he pulled back, I couldn't help but lean forward in hope that he won't end the kiss. "You like me, you like me." He pulled the vines off and putt me on the ground gently, his arms still wrapped around me. "And this kiss didn't count, it was just made-up," He laughed. "Now let's head back to camp." He turned to start going back, but I grabbed his arm.

"Uh, wait. Spiderman?" He turned, looking surprised. "Mind if we, I don't know, hang around for a bit?"

"I wouldn't mind that at all," He grinned. Our next kiss was more then a peck. And for the first time, it was real.

Golly gee, that had enough sweet sappy sugar to have stopped my grandfather from going into that diabetic attack he had a few months ago. He's fine, don't worry. Not that you should...

Anyway! Hope you enjoyed the latest installment, and good reading!