Okay, now these are shorts. I have a long one, but I thought 'Hey, that ones a AAML, I should be kind and sweet and give my CONTESTSHIPPERS (think they saw that?) some stuff too. Oh, buy the way, very creative awesome names. –nods confidently- oh, you'll love the names!
DAML (Three) AAML (two) Minimal swearing, two or three tops.
SAVING THE WORLD CAN WAIT FIVE MINUTES (AAML)
"Ash!" The boy felt the crisp air float out of his chest, thanks to the excited, furious, red head who had rammed him against a wall. "Hey, Ash. I bet you're wondering why I'm here, huh? Well, the biggest reason is that my sisters threw me out of my house and told me don't come back until you've, like fixed your love life. Then Daisy shouted 'I bet you don't have much time!' and that's really why I'm here."
"Uh, that's great and all, but in case you haven't noticed, I'm kind of busy here," he tried to thrust away, but she slammed him back on the wall and stomped on his foot, snarling. Ash gulped.
"I know you're busy but the world can wait five minutes for me to finish talking," she snapped.
Actually, it is important the Chosen One-
"Oh. Oh. Oh no, you did not just interrupt me! Don't screw with me, I don't care if you are Dialga or Palkia or Mew or Pikachu or whatever you are but I'm using this pathetic excuse for a trainer right now so mind backing off for a freaking moment!" She shouted, watching the legendary look on with a shocked face. "Thank you. Now, Ash the saving the world thing is another big reason I'm here. See, most of the time you live, right? Rhetorical question, keep your mouth shut. I'm talking. You could die this time though. It's pretty probably, actually. So if you did die and I didn't tell you I'd regret it forever, more importantly, I couldn't get into my house."
"I'm glad to know I'm so important to ya, Mist, but I don't think I can help you with your love life."
"That's where you're wrong Ashy-boy, I—hey, is that a camera?"
"The news has recently begun stalking me," he shrugged. "Ooh! Big words for me! I get a nickle, you promised!"
"Don't talk, it reveal your IQ. The universe freaking hates me. Anyway, you really can help me Ash, in fact, you are not only the best guy for the job, but the only guy for the job."
"Should I be feeling nervous right now? Cuz I'm getting some butterfree in my stomach. Could I please talk to you about this later?"
"Talk later, funny," She chuckled, then started yelling again. "No Ash, we can't! And you should be terrified because I keep getting interrupted and it's pi—ing me off! All I need for you to do is to stop moving for a few seconds and we can talk all about this later."
"Uh, okay." Ash stood completely still. He eyes opened wide as her lips tapped his, lingering for a second before pulling back. He shivered at the strange tingling racing through his body and he could feel a blush rising to his face.
"There! You see that? Let me in my house, dammit! And for all of you out there watching, guess what? I don't even care that that was undoubtedly the crappiest confession of all time because he probably didn't get it anyway!"
"What was that? Does this me I'm going to die? I don't want to die!" He panicked.
"See? Told ya," She smirked. She released the boy from the wall after tearing her gaze away from the camera. Ash continued to panic in the background. "Oh, calm down Ash, you're not going to die. We'll talk about this later," she smirked. "Don't you have a world to save?"
STAY TOGETHER FOR THE KIDS (DAML)
Fluttering wings, gentle taps, delighted squeals of mirth drift through the beach, over the dunes to the two agitated teens, one with green hair, one with brown, both frowning. May frowned and glanced back at Drew.
"Awfully close, aren't they?" She sighed. A twinge of a smile appeared on her face as another side of her personality took over. "It's so romantic," she swooned.
"Ugh," he grunted. "Right, romantic. I wish they'd get over it. After every contest they do this, this mating dance or whatever you want to call it. I don't want a stupid egg! Especially not a beautifly egg!"
"If it's female it'll be a beautifly and I'll get it. If it's a guy it'll be a masquarain and you get it. Duh." May rolled her eyes, muttered under her breath.
"I guess we'll just have to completely avoid each other from now on," Drew sighed.
"Just because you don't want an egg!" May gasped. "I'm not going out of my way to avoid a contest just because you don't want an egg!"
"Do you have time to care for it? And hatch it? And train it? And raise it? No, you don't, and I don't either. If they happen to make an egg it's going to have a horrible, horrible life because nobody wants to care for it."
"Can't we just tell them not to?" May asked.
"What if they get tempted to and do it anyway?"
We would, Beautifly giggled, landing softly beside them, Masquarain close by. We could bring up a baby together.
"I am not traveling with that!" They pointed at each other, shying away. Their pokémon sighed and shook their head. Getting them together was going to be harder than they thought.
Oh, come on. It's not that bad. Masquarain encouraged, nudging Drew into May. Unlike an earlier fic, this did not force them to kiss, though they were awkwardly close. May knew she was blushing, she could feel it. She wasn't surprised. She didn't ask why, but she did see something that gave her an edge a confidence that made her blush fade into a smirk.
"Hey, Drew," she whispered, making him shiver, "your face is a little red." Her smirk grew as the blush deepened. Drew stepped back and turned to the beach once more to collect his cool. "It wouldn't be…horrible, traveling with you if there was an egg, not just because."
"I might survive," Drew sniffed. "If you don't act like an idiot, like you usually do."
"Hey!"
The two pokémon glanced at one another as the argument started, the romantic moment already forgotten. Should we tell them?
Not. Don't ruin the peace. Tell them tomorrow. I'm sure they'll be delighted to have a new traveling partner. She glanced at the two and cringed.
SUBMERSION (AAML) (this does not mean author's notes for this short. Unless it says A/N:)
"Ha! Whaddya mean 'be careful?' I'll be fine!" Ash leaped onto the wooden log, above those white, churning waters.
Oh, they were beautiful, deadly waters. All it takes is a crack to wipe that confident grin off his face (love that grin), panic (like mine) stricken. Just a child (I'm still a child). He has no respect. (teach him) Respect for living things, yes, (the water) but the ocean is just another feature to him. Inanimate (always moving). He doesn't understand (never understands) Water, the mother (our mother) that should frighten us all (discipline), frightens pokémon (and me) frightens my sisters. The water is alive (more alive than us) and she gives life (all of us come from her) but unlike other gods (she owns them) she won't hesitate to take away. (Never hesistates)
"Ash!" I shout, my heart pumping against the iron grip it's trapped in. He looks up, hugging the log. He thinks it will save him. (Never saves him) It's already rotting, the water will rip in apart in minutes (one minute), away from him in seconds.
"Misty, Pikachu," he says, his voice squeaking. The log cracks, he plunges down. The ocean is just a bit away (blocks away), a minute away (feels longer) to get there, but it's rocky (smash us) and it's moving. (we will die)
It takes a split second for me to make my irrational choice (stupid choice). A second for my action result (knock on death's door). Four seconds to grasp a half conscious body (don'tdieohdon'tdiepleasedon'tdieohdon'tohashdon'tdieashohdon'tdie) his heart throbbing against mine. Five seconds to say the words that make or break out survival, our lives (no life to come). Maybe giving him a full respect for water (never) in the future (no future).
"Close your eyes, hold your breath, and hold on tight," I gasped. Submersion. Fear beats bravery, bravery beats love, love beat fear. When I was told love would take my breath away (last breath) by the one you love (ocean stole it, he should have it) I didn't think they meant this.
(a/n: I had to do that. I had to. That was FUN to write. Too much Stephen King inspired this.)
THE RETURN OF THE ALMIGHTY EVIL ONE (DAML (Special mention in next chapter for whoever guesses it before marked line!))
Misty screamed. She screamed really, really loud. I didn't know she had it in her. Ash had popped out of nowhere, caterpie in his arms, and shoved it in her face shouting 'let's be friends' in a squeaky high pitched voice. She ducked behind me, not that it stopped him from chasing her. And then that mallet came out…
"One of these days you're going to touch one of these. You almost touched Caterpie way back when."
"I will never, ever, ever touch one of those digusting, dirty, vile, aaaaahhhhhh!" The caterpie leaped up on her leg. Ugh, she screamed LOUD. She leaped into a nearby tree and clung to it for dear life, whimpering.
"Funny how they all seem to love you," Ash sniggered.
"Why do they keep touching me?" She wailed. Then it stopped and horror swept over her face. "Ash, it's the pink thing!" She toppled out of the tree. "It's coming!"
"What's coming?" Drew and I asked.
"The Almighty Evil One! Run! It'll get us again!" The two raced off into the distance, though I could've sworn I heard laughing. I assumed it was hysteria. (Marked line. Guess now, if you get it right, tell me. No cheating, you naughty people.)
"Duh-Drew!" I stuttered. "What could scare them away? They race towards danger, what could possibly be that scary?"
"Oh, lots of things. I'm just trying to figure out what's that scary and pink. Wanna say girl on her period wearing pink, but that's way off. It could be a…are you kidding me?" Drew scoffed at the creature in front of him.
"Oh! Cute!" I squealed. "Look, it's got a microphone and everything! Wait…is that a marker? Weird."
"I've heard jigglypuff uses sing to knock out opponents. Got some ear plugs for combusken?" Drew said, shrugging off a weary feeling.
"Oh, cutecutecutecute! You sing? You want to sing us a song? Aw, sing us a song!" It gave a delighted smile. "What's so bad about it? It likes to sing, perform, it has an awesome defense against poemon and a sleeping pokémon is so easy to catch! And it's adorable!" (A/N: I finally learned how to spell adorable…heh heh, I've conquered thy good name, spell check.)
"Those two are such losers." Drew flicked his hair. "Being afraid of something like this. What's the worst it could do? Sing us a lullaby? …oh crud." He laughed faded away as the little (demon) pokémon began to sing.
Then…then the world got fuzzy and I was just so tiredand one quick nap wouldn't hurt. Couldn't hurt. The last thing I remember was resting against a warm, soft and earth scented pillow and a warm…something draping across my hip and pulling me close. If I could've had any rational thought I probably would've rolled away. Probably. But then again…I was really comfortable.
(Third POV)
"Aw! Look at them! How cute!" Misty giggled. "Jigglypuff knows what's going on too! Ash, don't take pictures!" Her tone scolded but her eyes dances.
"Shut up. I need some counterattack blackmail. They've got way too much on me. I talk in my sleep and-"
"I know, Ash, I traveled with you. Which reminds me, what's with you and oranges? You eat them all the time and for some reason they're always attacking you in your sleep."
"I don't want to talk about it," he muttered. "let's go get these developed.'
Scene: drew and May, curled tight together, front to back, Drew's arm wrapped around her waist, his head on hers, both with hearts drawn around their faces with "I love you' written under it.
They were awfully, ah, cheesed off when those pictures were waved in their faces.
It is still a mystery about Ash and those oranges…
BETWEEN THE PAGES (DAML)
May grit her teeth together, storming into the library and slamming the books down onto the table next to drew, earning a sharp glance from the librarian. "Sorry, bad day, won't do it again, please don't give me a detention!" She pleaded. The man looked for a moment, pressed a finger to his lips, then turned to his work. "Thank the legendaries," she whispered, sliding in next to Drew.
"Hey May," he smirked. "What's wrong, not another messy breakup?" May blushed and opened her books. She grabbed a pencil and paper and Drew grabbed her hand. "I'm talking, that's rude to ignore me." She sighed and rubbed her temples.
"Yes, if you must know, I had another bad breakup. I don't want to talk abou tit, especially with you. I'll ask Misty or Dawn about it." She huffed.
"You liar. First off, you want to be talking to me or you wouldn't have gotten a library pass. You would've gotten a lab pass to talk to Misty and Dawn because they both have projects due and everyone knows their all way behind and it will only take one more F to fail the class entirely."
"What about Ash? I don't want to talk about it in front of him and he's always on the simulators."
"Like anyone but Misty gives a da—" he caught her warning glance, "darn about Ash. He can't even pass a first year exam, he's a moron. You know he's too caught up in his own world to pay attention in class."
"True. Poor thing spends too much time playing with pokémon ouside. He's never going to be a good trainer."
"Second, you broke up with that Richie kid, not the other way around, didn't you?" The pencil slid from her hand and clattered to the floor. She gawked at him. "May, you'd be crying if you were dumped, not mad. Plus Richie's in that corner over there moaning about you dumping him."
"Yeah, he took it pretty hard," she mused. "Guess I'm a real heartbreaker."
"So, tell me why you dumped the poor guy."
"I…it's because…the things is…ugh," she slammed her head on the table, trying to get her word right. "Ah! Got it! Love is like a rose," she smiled at Drew, who's favorite pokémon happened to be a Roselia (A/N: Go figure…) "it's beautiful when it's beginning. One of the most beautiful things in the world, even. After a while though, it wilts, dies and sometimes you just loose fascination with it."
'very deep," Drew rolled his eyes. "So Richie's no longer a fun plaything? You got bored of him? Very nice, May, really nice."
"It's not like that!" She shouted. The librarian glared at her. If this child kept shouting, he certainly wouldn't be able to discover how to create the most perfect fruit in the world, the banapple, a cross between an apple and banana he would be praised for and finally be able to get out of the library, from those children he hated so. "Heh heh, that's strike two isn't it?" He nodded. "Okay, sorry. Drew, I didn't get bored of him, I just fell out of love."
"You weren't in love, May. You had a crush. Love is a bit more serious than a physical attraction. Sure, you liked his personality, but don't you think you should get a bit deeper into a relationship before those three fateful words?"
"Very poetic."
"Thank you. Am I right?"
"I guess."
"And love doesn't always die. Last time I checked your parents had a happy marriage."
"Yeah, well, sometimes you get lucky. But generally, love survives like a rose, only preserved between the pages of a book. It's awfully romantic, don't you think?" She asked dreamily. He bent back a plastic ruler and let it smack against her arm. "Ow! Hey!"
"Now. You're trying to kill love. I'm the poet here, back off. Stop it right now or Misty take time out of her busy senior schedule will kick your sophomore ass. Dawn will too. You'll get beat up by a freshman, you want that?" He teased. She sighed and shook her head.
"No, but I still think it. You can't stop me from thinking that," she said rebelliously.
"Oh, come on," he grabbed her hand and dragged her down the dark aisles until they were back on the health class information row, where nobody really wanted to go. "stop talking and squealing, I'm not planning on raping you. Now you said love could only survive in books, I'm here to prove you wrong."
"What are you talking about?" She hissed. "Can we get out of here? There's pictures of women giving birth in this section."
"No! Ugh, the most oblivious girl in the world!" He groaned. "You'd figure she'd get it by now, it's been three years of dropping hints! May, come here," he yanked her close and gave her a quick kiss. She pulled back, giggling and blushing. "What now? My chance can't be that small with you?"
"No. I like you plenty. It's just…I was right."
"What do you mean, I was right?"
"Look around Drew, we are between the pages of a book."
Cue fairy tale endings.
EVAN AAML: Yes, I shall do that. It may take a while. I'm writing these during math, science, English, religion, and Spanish classes alongside my regular story and notes while trying desperately to not get caught…again…it'll be a long one.
TO EVERYONE ELSE: Sorry again for slow updates, school's back so with homework, it's difficult. You know how it is! The next update will be up ASAP, but as you should know, as soon as possible doesn't mean instantaneous, I'm trying though, truly!!!!
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