Here I am again. Sorry I'm so dreadfully late on the updates, but I have to handwrite and I'm really bad at that. I'm back in school, have been for a while, so, y'know, it's a little slow on the updates. Well, here's another crappy one. You'll hate it. But here it is. I actually wrote this a while ago, and recently found it. I'm still working on the other one.

DAML and AAML (yes, this is still a teen rating. I've got some proof in here. So don't comment on it. You've been warned.)

"Ash? What are you doing here? I thought you'd be in another league by now. You've got a way of finding them," Drew said, standing in front of the Cerulean gym with a surprised look on his face. Ash looked up from the mattress he was shoving out the door.

"Uh, my best friend happens to live here and is moving to the attic to make room for her sister's new fiancé. I'm helping. I think that me showing up at the Cerulean Gym is a pretty normal thing. Why are you here?"

"Why wouldn't he move into the same room as his wife to be?"

"Because she's afraid that if they do it again she'll have another kid inside her. And she know if he's with her they'lll…hmmm, what's a good expression to use here? Oh, I know, she'll shake him all night long," he grinned, struggling with the mattress.

"I thought a girl couldn't get pregnant once she's pregnant," Drew asked in confusion.

"She can't," Ash sighed. "But we're talking about the elder Waterflower sisters. They have Goddess looks, and know how to use them, but when it comes to smarts, well, Misty figured out how to swim to the deep end of the gene pool while they splashed around the shallows."

"Where were you?"

"Eh, Misty would say something along the lines of I wasn't even in the water," Ash rolled his eyes. Ash threw the mattress onto the ground, and took a few steps back. "3, 2 1, go!" Ash raced and leaped down onto the mattress and sighed dreamily. "Oh, it's so nice to lay down."

"Ash, are you on my mattress? I told you to stay off!" Misty called.

"No, I'm not on your heavy stupid mattress."

"You liar, get off my mattress!" Misty shouted, sticking her head out the attic window. He rolled off with a groan. "You off? Good," she smiled down at him. "You can lay down on my mattress if you want. Think of it as a thank you for all of your help."

"No, Mist, thank you," he sighed, climbing back on. She disappeared back into the gym. "I put stuff from the house on the lawn to air it out, then dragged it up two floors to the attic. Thoi is all that's left, but I'm so tired!"

"Why'd the mattress down here? And did you do this all by yourself?"

"She got a new mattress. And no, Misty helped. She's stronger than me. I admit it. I'm so freaking tired," he moaned, rolling into the middle of the mattress, the hot sun still beating down on his face. "She's still cheerful. She said she rested while I took a nap after moving a cabinet together. Why are you here again?"

"I haven't said."

"Then why don't you tell me?"

"May said she had something really cool to show me, and to come to the Cerulean Gym. I was already here for the contests, so I figured it wouldn't be too much trouble to swing by," he shrugged.

"Trouble? That reminds me. Prepare for trouble, make it double, prepare for trouble, prepare, prepare, prepare!" He shouted. He looked around and nodded. "Great, Team Rocket's not here. Hey Drew? Mind getting in the way of the sunlight? I could use some shade. You should be nicer to May. Little more to the left." Ash waved him on, trying to cover up his hidden statement.

"Nicer to May? How?"

"Uh, I think," Ash whacked his head "damn it! I know this. Oh, she said to tell you to tell her what the roses meant and not tell you it was her idea. Ah…shoot. Drew, little bit more to the left? Thanks," he nodded as Drew moved.

"Ash, you're really bad at keeping stories straight," he chuckled. Ash let his eyebrows rise and fall once in agreement. "I'm not telling her about the roses. Besides, it's not like they mean anything." He rolled his finger around his shirt collar. "Is it hot or what today?"

"May! He says no! And he says it's hot out!" (A/N: You should know what's coming by now. It's hot, May's mad, it's a water gym…) Ash gave a cruel grin. "What do you say to cooling him off? Sorry about this Drew." A pipe from the roof blasted water down onto his head and trickled down into the drain he was no standing on.

"Is this it? Come on! I've got to be more soaked than this if I want to enter that wet t-shirt contest and win!" The water turned off, showcasing Drew flat on the ground from the power of the jet.

"I hate you!" She huffed, running inside. Drew stood up, shaking.

"Oh, I'd vote for you. I swear, you're so hot I can hear you sizzling," Ash said, his face straight. "I'd laugh if my muscles didn't hurt so bad. Talking hurts, breathing hurts, laughing must hurt really bad."

"Shut up, Ash."

"I'm laughing at you…still laughing…still…okay. All done. Just wait until May has to move and you're set."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, if you help someone move, they're in debt to you for life," Ash said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "That's why I'm helping Misty. I do this, and whenever she gets mad, I just say 'I helped you move' and I win."

"Really, what show did you get that from?"

"Scrubs," he beamed. He turned as Misty came trotting own the stairs.

"Ash, do you need help with that?" She chirped, extending a hand down to him. He stared at it blankly. "Ash? What's wrong?"

"I really, really want to grab your hand right now, but my muscles are throbbing," He moaned. "Just give me ten minutes and I'll be good to go. Just a quick nap, no problem, get to sleep." He closed his eyes.

"Roll off, Ketchum," she barked. He frowned and glared. Misty yanked the mattress out from under him, laughing at his yelp of pain. "How many muscles did you pull today? Poor baby, I've got painkiller." She smiled and handed him some aspirin.

"Thanks Mist," He smiled at her as she walked up the stairs, looking long after she had disappeared.

"Ash?" Drew asked, snapping his fingers. Ash blinked and glanced back, swallowing the pills. "Hello, Ash, how was your trip to Planet Crushing-On-Misty? Please, stop looking at the person that took you there and focus your attention to your right. Thank you, and have a great time on Earth." (A/N: This is a pun off of what they say at Disney as you exit rides.)

"Sorry, Drew," He flushed. "Hormones, y'know? It's not like you haven't. We had to yank your chin off of the floor when May came out in her bathing suit. Misty beat you up big time for staring at her best girl friend."

"At least she said 'but May thanks you for the compliment' afterwards. That made everything so much better," he rolled his eyes sarcastically.

"Drew, go tell May."

"What?"

"Tell her you love her or I'll kill you. No, better! I'll loose to you with Pikachu, and Team Rocket will stalk you," he pointed to the roof. "Go to her, your King commands it. Leave now to confess your undying love."

"Drew? Is Ash calling himself a King again?" Misty called out the attic window.

"Uh, yeah, and he's threatening me."

"Shoot. He's at the 'I Can Do Anything' faze. When he pushes himself to hard without adrenaline, you know, the saving the world thing, this is what happens. If he's saying he'll kill you with apple pudding or something equally weird, ignore him. If he mentions something real, just do whatever he says, because he'll do it."

"How do you know that?"

"Oh, uh, I, well," she blushed, "he zapped me with Pikachu on the mountain, yeah, that's right! And…and he slapped me! On both cheeks! That's why my cheeks were red and my lips were swollen!" She slammed the window shut.

"Her lips were…Ash, did you-"

"Go confess your love or your punishment will be in twenty seconds!"

"But Ash, be reasonable!"

"You're down to ten."

"That was not ten seconds," Drew growled, clenching and unclenching his fists. Ash gave a sly smile.

"Is now. Go confess your love or I'll totally get you followed by Team Rocket!" He sang.

"If you didn't have Pikachu…."

"But I do! Hey, Pikachu, thunderbo-!"

"I'm going!" Drew shouted, racing inside. He slammed the door and searched for a staircase. "Stupid Ash. Stupid Pikachu. Stupid thunderbolt. Stupid, stupid roses," he stomped, finding the stairs and digging his nails into the railing. "Stupid May with her stupid bikini and being in stupid shape and being so stupid freaking hot. Her stupid flat stomach and long brown hair and pretty eyes and face and…" he trailed off, wiping the love struck smile off her face. "Stupid hormones!"

"So that's why you got so mad when I snuck up behind you after you lost the last contest ad whispered 'Drew's got a girlfriend that he lost to yet again!' I thought you were just mad because you lost." Misty giggled, beckoning him into the empty room with glasses of lemonade, a pitcher, and plates full of cookies littered the floor.

"Really?"

"No," she snorted. "you're not that great at making your feelings, especially since I gossip with May and Ash. Ash told me that you like that little brown headed kid. Oh, and Ash told May you like her too. He's such a busybody."

"He loves you," Drew retorted. "And you love him. Lovebirds. Turtledoves. Raven and Beast Boy from Teen Titans!"

You are such a freak when we're alone," she laughed.

"I can't help it. You remind me of my sister. Man, that woman makes me feel stupid. 'Brain surgery's not that hard Drew, you just have to chop up a really important organ and not kill the guy.'" Misty giggled and poured him a glass of lemonade. He took a sip then slowly set it down.

"Did you make this?"

"Uh-huh."

"Stay out of the kitchen," he set the glass down. "Let Brock do that. You just keep beating up all the chauvinists pigs in the world with that stupid wooden mallet of yours. That's how you help our planet. Make food and you'll kill us all."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Don't forget, I flicker the porch lights too whenever May or one of my sister's come back from a date," she smirked at the memory, "Oooh, she was mad! Weren't you supposed to be doing something?"

"Yeah. Confess to May!"

"You better do it. He'll ask for evidence and attack you if there's none once he's not exhausted anymore. Ash had a god-complex, and normally that'd just be annoying, except he's got the power to make people bow down to it. Good thing he's not so smart. You want to get zapped? Be my guest, but I'm not standing next to you." Drew sighed and looked out the window. Misty, meanwhile, was looking the other way. "Hey, Drew, keep an eye on Ash. But, do you really like May? Do you have a crush on her? Or was Ash lying?"

"I do," he nodded. "Ash was being honest. And I am too. He is definitely crushing on you. I've had a crush on her for a while. It's the reason I gave her the roses. But you know that, don't you Misty?"

"Yeah, it's a little cliché, but that doesn't mean it's sweet. Don't look, eyes on Ash. He might accidentally kill himself. He does that kind of stuff a lot. What to talk about, what to talk about? Oh, tell me what you like about her."

"Everything. I mean, everything. Except her voice when she gets upset. But that's mostly because I don't like seeing her upset. I like her hair, her eyes, face, skin. She's nice though. I like that. Most of the girls who came after me are real bitches. Or they faint. I don't like either. I like how she's independent and dependant at the same time. Sometimes it's good to be able to depend on someone when something's too tough, Misty." He said her name to catch his meaning.

"Be romantic or I'll kill you. I swear to Ho-Oh I'll kill you," Misty gritted her teeth.

"All right. I like how she likes to dress up without being to vain. She's sweet and kind, and mostly gentle, a really good girl. Not like the other ones that chase after me. She doesn't hit people with a mallet or verbally attack them, slowly working their way into a person's brain until they know them well enough to take them out from the inside, Misty." He said her name pointedly again.

"Drew, finish up."

"Good coordinator."

"Now, what does May like about you?" Misty mused aloud.

"Is there anything I don't? Aside form him playing hard to get," came the quiet answer from the doorway. Drew spun away from the window to see the one person he did not want overhearing that speech. "Hey Drew, nice to see you again. Misty, you mind leaving us alone for a minute?"

"She doesn't have too," Drew blushed.

"Tata lovebirds, turtledoves, Robin and Starfire from Teen Titans," she gave her late retort, blew a kiss at the two and left.

"I swear, she's my sister with red hair," Drew huffed. Then he glanced at May, trying to reclaim his cool. He flipped his hair calmly. "So, you like everything about me? Not surprised. It's pretty hard no to."

"And you like that I'm a nice girl. A good girl." May frowned. "I'm glad that you like my personality and all, but…" She pressed his back up against the wall and went close to his ear. "I can be a bad girl, too," My purred, her breath hot on his ear, so close her could feel her warmth everywhere.

"I wouldn't mind that," he growled, leaning forward to her lips.

"Good acting, Ketchum," Misty nodded. "You really seemed tired."

"I am. I may have been acting, but I really did help you move. Are you on steroids or something?" He scoffed, back to back with her. (A/N: I really hope I didn't offend anyone with that. People are offended but everything nowadays.) "You were a good actress too. Nice acting. Though real life experience probably helped." Awkward silence, their most familiar friend. "Can we talk about that mountain kis-"

"No."

"Okay," he nodded. Silence. "Sorry, I was delirious. I shouldn't have eaten those funny colored mushrooms." (A/N: Don't eat wild plants kids, ya might die or end up making out with your best friend.)

"That's talking about it," Misty scolded. Silence.

Deep breaths.

Together, "It was kind of nice."

Shy glances.

There ya go, readers. What I wrote on the return flint. Sorry, I write pretty slow. I didn't like this. I was sleepy. I had to use the bathroom, but there was a stranger next to me but I couldn't ask him to move because I'm very, very shy when I'm alone in real life around strangers. Drop a review, and remember, tell me about the bad parts of my story so I can keep it from sucking.