Tra la la…what a delightful day! Eh, nothing special, actually. Anywho, this a creative story is an idea from EVAN AAML because nobody else seems to enjoy SHARING! But, thank you EVAN AAML! You all get to find out how old I am since, screw it, you'll know my age and the fact that I live in America. Oh, yeah, that totally narrows it down.

Now, one last thing to all you people out there. I recently discovered while paging through my writing book for English class (because if I try to page through any of my other books I get pictures of sex organs or dead babies or math problems, all of which are not cool) and I discovered something important:
… See that? The triple dots? It doesn't mean 'time lapse'. It's incomplete ideas! You want someone to pause? You use a comma or a ; or a :. Dot dot dot is only used when the person starts a sentence, can't finish it, and tries again. THAT'S what it's for, dammit.

AAML & DAML (Misty's POV followed by May's)

Let's go camping, he said. It'll be fun, he said. No, not he, they said. Drew and Ash were all excited about a camping trip. Why is camping so much fun? It's what we do when we're at freaking work, you know, our journeys! But May and I were stupid, we were all "Sure, sounds like fun!"

I had a feeling it would suck. Something bad had to happen to me. In all the years I traveled with Ash, only one bad thing has truly happened to me. I twisted my ankle. That's it. I think worse stuff has happened to the others girls, or they've been manipulated in some way. What was my manipulation, a bad makeover? Oh, the unadulterated horror (sarcasm, sarcasm.) So, that's it. It was time for something bad to happen to me.

I'll start from the beginning. When we were first in the car, yeah, that'll be fun.

"I love Three Days grace." Surprisingly, that wasn't me referencing an incredible band, it was Ash Ketchum. Yes, I would've thought he'd love something along the lines of, I don't know, Christian Rock or something, but it turns out he likes Alternative…and Christian rock. The boy loves everything. "Misty, you've got some awesome songs on your iPod. There's also some you shouldn't be listening to. The Bloodhound Gang? Tsk, tsk."

"I will not kill Ash Ketchum. I will not kill Ash Ketchum," I seethed in the back seat, face red. The Bloodhound Gang isn't exactly the cleanest band out there. Stupid Ash called stupid shot gun and stupid Drew was driving the stupid car to the stupid lake so we could go stupid camping. It was stupid. I sound like Gaz from Incader Zim…which is stupid! "Ash, I'm going through something called 'withdraw'. Withdraw is what happens when something somebody is addicted to, say cigarettes or liquor or say, I don't know, music," I said pointedly, "and that something is taken away from them. They then have an uncontrollable need to destroy whatever has taken said thing and won't give it back."

"Golly gee, Misty. It appears that the seatbelt has decided to lock itself on this bumpy terrain road and you have no way of taking back your iPod without shooting through the window," Ash looked back at me with a boyish grin. "Tough luck."

"You…" I began. My teeth gritted. Insults and threats were shooting out of my mouth soon afterwards, I didn't really know what I was saying. All I knew was that stupid, stupid grin made me shiver and tingle with delight. It drew so much attention to those red lips, and all I wanted was nothing more than to lean forward just far enough to lock onto them. Oh, Mew, he was so, so beautiful. "And I'll bring you back again and rip your insides out through your throat!"

"Wow," Drew blinked. "How are you going to do that fourth threat?"

"Fourth threat?" I asked. "I can't remember anything I just said. It's like I had a rage blackout or something."

"It starts in my toes and I crinkle my nose, wherever it goes-" We all turned to May, not realizing she had been singing under her breath until now (just a little off key). She looked up at us and blushed. "Uh, I, uh, I'm better at dancing."

"You're worse at coordinating than singing," Drew said.

"I'm taking that as a compliment. I'm an awesome coordinator, so I must be an awesome singer."

"Er, not exactly," Ash wrinkled his nose. "What's this? A favorites playlist? It is! And what is on it? It's The Used! Do you like the band Misty?" He smirked at me. "I love this song, 'All That I've Got' I believe it's called. Wait, I don't have to guess! I can just look on the iPod screen!"

"Give me back my music, dammit!" I screamed, managing to send a foot into the front row. "Ashley! Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, Ashley, Ashley! Give me my iPod you…you pansy ass, punk ass, dumb ass, moron! I need music!"

"Keep it down," Natty muttered, popping up form the backseat. "I'm trying to keep Gary off of me. No touching! I told you about public displays of affection, Mary, which, though it may not start with the same letter, is indeed the closest your name can get to a girl's name, as far as I know."

"At least my name can't be turned into a girl's name," Drew chuckled. Ash began to snicker.

"Yes it can. In fact, there are girls named Drew."

"I mean a total girl's name."

"Still can," Ash snorted. He looked back at me. "You want to tell him, or should I?" I shook my head. "You don't know? Natty, Gary, May? Anyone have any ideas?"

"I can think of an excellent song by Relient K that applies. What, Ashy-boy, the Hardy Boys weren't good enough for you?" She giggled. Ash shrugged. "Can I say it? Please let me sing the song!" Ash shrugged again. "I've got this thing for Nancy Drew-"

"Okay! That's enough!" Drew shouted, slamming on the breaks. He flushed. "Nobody ever call me that ever again!" I smirked at the rearview mirror. "Yes! That's what the kids called me in grade school! Shut up!"

"Oh, cool down, I'm the cross dresser," Ash grinned. "I'm such a pretty girl. I fooled Misty, er, sort of."

"That was weird, Ash. Weirdest day ever," I shook my head. I glanced back at Natty. "Are you still taking Gary away this holiday for your fifteenth birthday? If you're not I need to get him a Christmas present. Ugh, more holiday shopping."

"When do you start?" Gary asked in surprise. He turned to Natty. "Why are we here anyway if we're just planning on ditching the losers?"

"Because we need a ride here and back because I need to catch some pokémon and get some training in for the baby pokémon my family's raising," she beamed at me. "That reminds me, we got in a shipment of tentacool if you want to buy or catch one. One hundred to buy, ten to catch, your choice."

"Thanks, but I think I'd rather come across one in the wild," I declined. She shrugged and dropped back down to the back, turning on her own iPod which also had every genre known to man on it. "Ash! iPod! Give it!"

"Eh, no," he chuckled. "Not going to happen, so cool it."

"If we camp when we're training, which we do most of the year, what's the point of camping now? It's not really a vacation. It's just like work. We're taking a break from work to go to work!" May gasped, feeling betrayed.

"Nah, it's like taking time off from work to relax at home," I smiled. I turned my attention to Ash, proudly singing one of my favorite songs. "Shut up! Give me my iPod! You're starting to sound like you can actually sing!"

"Beg," Ash snorted.

Though it was against my better judgment, I really needed that little piece of junk. "Please Ash! I'm begging you! Give me back my iPod! Please, I need it. I need music! What do I have to do? Give you my heart? I'll sing for you! Just. Give. Me. That. iPod!"

"Fine, you can have it." He tossed it back to me. I gave a giddy squeal and blasted it into my ears. Ash and Drew talked for a while, inspiring a blush from Ash. I was curious about it, but decided to leave it for later. Car rides always made me sleepy, and the calming ballads in the later half of my playlist weren't really helping. My eyes started to drift closed, my head dropping up and down and up and down and down…

It was dark by the time we got to the campsite.

I witnessed the cutest scene in the world. Misty had fallen asleep on the way over, and since she had been overworking lately we let her rest. So we set up camp, got a fire starting, and pushed Ash into waking her up. Ash was too scared to do this, however. He pulled her out of the car bridal style. When she began to stir, he soothed her. Blushing, her dropped her off in her tent, turned off her iPod, and walked away.

"Aw, does Ashy have a girlfriend?" I crooned. He flushed and began to stalk off. "Ash, come back! I think it's cute! You're such a sweetheart!" Ash spun around, gaping and growling. "You know you are! You're kind and gentle and-"

"A pansy ass. Gary and I will be out catching pokémon," Natty explained. She grabbed Gary's hand and ran off with him.

"I'm not a pansy ass! I just…I don't want to get beat up! I don't like her! I just…" he swallowed. "You know what, just shut up!"

"Where am I?" Came the shriek. Misty was apparently awake, and very freaked out. Ash looked towards the tent, a bit anxious. "Where am I? Daisy? Violet? Lily? Ash!" At the sound of his name he scrambled into the tent to calm her down like the hero he was.

"Let's get out of here while they're preoccupied," Drew said. I blinked.

"And go where?" I asked.

"Away," he shrugged. He grabbed my hand and began to lead me away. I pulled back cautiously. It was dark out there. "Misty and Ash won't mind, come on."

"Uh, no, I don't think so," I shook my head.

"What, you're not scared, are you?" He taunted. I blushed. "Don't be such a coward, May! It's just the woods."

"But it's dark! What if we lose our way?" I protested. It wasn't until a few seconds later that I realized I had been walking with him into the dark forest. Okay, so, maybe it wasn't that I was afraid of getting lost. Maybe I was afraid we'd, you know, be alone in a romantic setting. The moon shining, a walk through the woods, holding hands. I might be tempted to, uh, blurt a thing or two out. Maybe I'd say something like, I don't know, 'Drew, I love you with a passion, let's get married right now. I know we're young and all, but I think you're a sex god.'

That would be a bit embarrassing.

"Don't worry," He smiled. He pulled out a small device from his pocket and began to swirl it. After about a minute of this, he stopped and caught it. Drew flipped a switch to turn on the flashlight. "I've got us covered. Come on."

"I'm still not so sure."

"What do you want to do? Leave a trail of breadcrumbs?" He grabbed my hand again, giving me a strange buzzing feeling. "I'll keep you safe, don't worry. You can just hold my hand and let the man around here take care of you."

"You're not a babysitter!" I shouted.

"Oh, quiet," he scolded.

"You can't make me go."

"I don't have to make you. You want to, don't you?" He said snidely.

I sighed. Yeah, he was right. I like Drew. I had this feeling that he liked me too…it could've been false hope. I gave his hand a gentle squeeze to see if he would change his mind and dropped it. Instead, he just turned his head down at it in surprise, like he hadn't remembered doing it in the first place. Drew looked back up at me. Did I see a tint of red? Then he shrugged and began to walk off a bit stiffly. "Drew, Drew wait!"

"Hurry up!" He called in front of me. I groaned and ran towards the spot of light in the distance, grabbing onto him tightly when I reached him. "May! What are you doing?" He yelped with surprise. Drew wriggled and shoved my arms off of him.

"You can't just leave a lady out in the dark!" I giggled.

"Sorry," he said nonchalantly. He grabbed my hand again (I'm still not sure whether he did it on purpose or not). He didn't act like he had done anything, so we kept walking, hands swinging gently back and forth. "How have you been lately?"

"Er, fine. I won a ribbon," I said awkwardly.

"That's good," he said, sounding just as out of place. We walked in silence for a few more moments before he came to a stop. "Listen, May, I…Ugh. May, this camping trip wasn't just Ash's idea. It, it was mine too."

"Okay, why?" I asked, baffled.

"Ash, has this notion. He thinks that you and I should be, you know, together. I normally don't believe him, because, well, he's an idiot who's in love with Misty." At this point, we both could've sworn we heard two voices scream 'we're not a couple!' We turned back to our conversation. "Anyway, everybody started agreeing with him. Misty did, your brother, Brock, Harley, Ash's Mom, Misty's sisters, my older sister, my cousin, Misty's step brother, Misty's step brother's brother which I don't know if he's technically her step brother or not because of the marriage, but anyway, uh, I was wondering…" He trailed off.

"Drew?" I pressured.

"May, I started thinking that maybe they were right. So I sat down, and I took some time to think, about you. Do you know what I came up with?"

"Yeah. I'm that stupid ditzy girl in the background. I'm gullible and I'm too nice for my own good. I'm a shopaholic. I think too much about fashion. I'm loud. I'm mean to Max. I wear these stupid slutty (A/N: Hmm, strange, slutty isn't a word…) clothes," I shook my head at myself. Now was when he'd come through and argue with me, tell me I'm beautiful and smart and strong and all those things. That's what he'll do.

"Uh-huh."

What the hell?!?!?!?!?!?!

"But then I thought some more. See, love isn't about ignoring someone's faults. It's about standing them. If you really, really like someone, faults don't matter," He flipped his hair, but his heart wasn't in it. "And believe you me, you have lots of faults May Maple." He sighed. "But you have a few good things about you too. And the good things…the good things are why I like you." He made sure I was looking at him. "I really, really like you."

"Really?" I said, my voice girlish and hopeful. "So what are my good traits?" I said sweetly, stepping close to him. For every step I took forward, he took back, leading us farther away from camp with a nervous look on his face. "You look nervous, Drew, what's the matter?"

"Okay, stop," he said. Drew grabbed my shoulders and looked me in the eyes. "I don't want to do something I'll regret."

"Like?"

"Take advantage of you in your weak, emotional state." I backed up and glared at him. "Well, the guy of your dreams just told you that he loves you. It's fine to be a little emotional, May. I would be too if Shakira said she loved me."

"Shakira?" I asked with surprised.

"You obviously haven't seen her dance, or that album cover where only a branch tree thing covers her private areas," he grinned. I scoffed. He was such a playboy. "May, take a step back, we can talk about this. I don't want to do anything that will make you hate me in the morning."

I felt a little playboy playmate rise within me. The girl wearing my body slammed him into a tree, having to shove him quite a few feet back (A/N: Hell, not all trees are conveniently placed, y'know. I write what's in my head. You're lucky I haven't had a freaking horde of vampires come out and slowly kill them both. Sorry, off topic. I'll send you little romance crazed peoples back to contestshipping land.) I leaned in close, my lips close to his. "Who says I'll hate you tomorrow?"

"May, you're making this really hard for me. I might kiss you if you don't back off. We don't want to move to fast, do we?"

"I've known you for four years, at least. It's not fast paced at all. Besides, Drew,' I smiled and flicked off his flashlight (A/N: And cue vampires now! No? Fine. Be that way. No vampires.). Dre's breath caught. He was so strange. He went from careless to emo to romantic to overprotective, and he said I was emotional? Please. "Girls get tempted too." I gave a seductive kiss on his collarbone, but the effect was immediately ruined when he roughly pulled me up and touched our lips together is a quick kiss. He pulled me off and gasped.

"Okay, May. We need to stop and think and turn the flashlight on." He fumbled with it and I snatched it away. "Give that back!"

"You're ruining the romanticness of the moment!" I huffed. There was a brief fight for it. That was, until, I shoved it down my bra with a triumphant smirk. "You can kiss me and take it nice and slow, or you can skip right to second base and completely cut out first."

He smirked and flipped his hair. "I've never been one to cheat. If I'm getting ga homerun I'm going around all the bases."

I snorted, "In your dreams."

"That's what I meant," he laughed. I flushed, and he had the advantage once again. I didn't mind though. He kissed me, and he liked me, and I finally had a boyfriend. Who wasn't a prick. Josh was a prick, and that's why we broke up. That doesn't matter, 'cause Drew kissed ME!

"Misty, calm down!" Ash said hurriedly. I looked around in a panic, hyperventilating until I felt his hand on mine. There are three random things I hate, there are two random things I fear. I hate carrots, peppers, and bugs. I fear bugs and I fear waking up and not knowing where I am. Guess what? I had woken up. I had no freaking idea where I was. That's not fun. It's especially not fun when you wake up sharing a couch with your crush when you're eleven because you got sick while with Mrs. Ketchum and she decides to put you up for the night and you're wondering what the hell you did with him. Which, thankfully, was nothing. "We're camping! We're camping, remember? You fell asleep in the car! Breathe!"

"Right, okay," I took a deep breath and cooled down. I took a quick glance to see where the light was coming from, a lantern by what recently a comfy pillow. "Thanks, Ash. Hey! Did you steal my iPod again?"

"Aw, why don't you have a song that fits me?" He whined, scrolling through another one of my playlists. I like to match up songs with people's personalities. "I think I deserve a song. After all, you love me."

"Ha ha. Very funny. Don't you think that bit is getting a little bit old?" I snatched back the iPod. He was referring to the play my sisters forced us to star in. I had to tell Ash I loved him…and we cracked up every time. (A/N: Dang, that's TWO AAMLs right there! Lookit! Sick and play! Cliches, hell yeah, but I know my way to twist around those. Ugh, I'm sorry, last note. Swear!) "Besides, I already know the perfect song for you!"

"Is it by Avenue Q?"

"Yes," I smirked. "you know me too well." I began to say the lyrics with emotion, like we were holding an actual conversation. "If you were gay, that'd be okay. I mean, 'cause, hey! I'd like you anyway!" He punched me in the shoulder. "Hey! That hurt!" I rubbed my shoulder with a giggle.

"You hurt me on the inside," He retorted.

"I think I want to go back to sleep," I sighed.

"Okay," he nodded. Ash leaped to his feet and began to walk out of the tent. I snagged at his pant leg.

"Wait!" I shouted, to desperately. I blushed. He turned and looked at me with a bit of a cocky grin on his face. "Oh, don't say a word! You know I don't really want to go back to sleep. Talk to me. We've got to do something to kill the boredom."

"Like?" He inquired. I bit my lip thoughtfully. "Come on, Misty. Think of something! I'm more bored than you are!"

"Are not!" I snapped. My arms crossed over my chest. "Now, let's see. We're not going to play Truth, Dare, or Truth or Dare. We're not playing Spin the Bottle with Pikachu," I giggled when Ash snapped his fingers sarcastically. "We don't have video games. We're not playing with my iPod because the batteries will die too fast. We don't have any bored games. We don't have any books. We don't have any magazines."

"I'm sure there's something we could do," Ash shrugged. I eyed him carefully.

"Ash, are you blushing?" I asked with surprise. "What were you thinking?" He blushed deeper. "Was it inappropriate?"

"Shut up!" He said, flushing. "I was just going through all your ideas and I noticed you forgot to say no Seven Minutes in Heaven." He curled up in a ball and looked up at me from over his knees. He's so cute when he's embarrassed!

"That's because I thought, maybe, that's be a game you'd be up for," I purred. We looked at each other, eyebrows raised, before we burst out laughing. "Okay, that was funny. I mean, just imagine us kissing in a dark, secluded area," I manage to gasp around my giggles.

"Really, like I'd ever look you in the eyes," he did so dramatically, "and tell you I think you're the prettiest girl I've ever seen. Like…" He trailed off for a second and both and our breath caught as the lantern batteries began to die and the light dimmed significantly. "Like I'd ever say that," his voice sounded a bit dreamy.

"Yeah," I said, my voice sounding the same way. I felt myself scoot a little bit closer to him. "And like I'd ever say that maybe you weren't an ugly little kid anymore. Maybe you'd grown into a cute looking teen." He put his hand on mine, making us both jump a bit.

"And after you said that, we'd be slowly getting closer, our mouths would be kind of dry…" He swallowed nervously and licked his lips. My heart leaped at the sight and my stomach gave a painful twist. He grabbed my hand tighter.

"Then our hearts would beat too loud, and maybe we'd have butterflies in our stomachs," I said. I closed my eyes and shook my head. "But that would never happen! I mean, we're just friends. We don't have any attraction to one another-" Oh, Ho-oh, I had no idea what I was saying. I just wanted to be out of there before we both did something that would ruin our friendship, not to mention getting my heart broken later on.

"Misty," he said with a scolding tone.

"I mean, we could be standing naked in front of one another and have absolutely no sexual tension at all! I mean, I don't, er, like you or anything. And you! You sure as hell don't like me in the least, do you?" I said. His fingers curled into a belt loop and tugged me close.

"I think we mixed up what's real and what's not," He whispered. "Misty, I think you're beautiful."

"Ash!" I gasped, my face burning.

"Your line," He whispered.

"Ash, I," I began. We spun at the snap of a twig outside. "What was that?"

"I don't know," He said. He sounded normal again, the dreamy tone was gone. "Come on. Let's check it out." He grabbed my hand and led me out of the tent. I guess we didn't need to talk about the fact that he almost just had a make out session in the dark.

"Ash, about what just happened. If you want to…"

"We can talk about it later, Mist. Is that what you were asking?" He asked. I nodded mutely. "Uh-huh, later. Pikachu! Where are you?" He turned away and called. "Oh fuuuhhhh, uh, fudge. Yeah, that's what I was going to say, fudge."

"Sure you were, Ash. I believe you," I rolled my eyes. "Yeah, you never swear. Ash, sometimes I think you curse more than I do. Than again, maybe you have more reasons to than I do. You're always getting things stolen, like people, Pikachu, your pants. You think Team Rocket got him? I don't think they could've gotten in and out of here without saying their motto. They've never been able to keep their mouths shut before."

"Really," Ash chuckled. "I didn't notice that they said that annoying motto over and over and over and over again. They've changed it now. It's still got the same rhythm to it, they just switched up the words. I miss the old version of Team Rocket."

"I miss when they were actually evil," I sighed. "You know, the first two or three weeks we knew them? That is until you completely crushed their spirits by defeating them as often as they said their motto," I laughed. I heard the crack of a branch and rushed forward. "Pikachu?" I asked. I dived forward through the bushes, only to come face to face with a long, steep, rocky, oh so scary dirt hill. My right foot took a nasty swerve and sent me toppling down with a scream.

"Misty!" Ash called above me. I slammed down at the bottom, my leg slamming onto a rock with a sickening crack. I groaned and rolled onto my back, trying my best not to jar my leg. "Misty! Misty! Are you okay?"

"No, dumbass!" I screamed, panting. "Do I look okay? No! I don't! I'm in pain! My leg just cracked!"

"Prepare for-what the hell is wrong with twerpette?" Jessie froze and looked down at me. James and Meowth toppled out behind her. "What is it, kid? Are you in labor or something?" She gave a cold laugh that made me want to spring on her.

"Yeah, you've guessed it! I'm pregnant! That's what I'm so (I'll censor out the obscenities) mad about!" During my scream fest, I jostled my leg, which sent me into another rage blackout. "And then I'll kill you!"

"Misty, who are you talking to?" Ash blinked.

"It looks like she broke her leg," James said, leaping down elegantly from his spot. He looked carefully at my leg. "I think we'll have to reset it. You can put up with the pain, can't you, kid?" He asked. I felt my eyes widen.

My voice dropped to a low snarl I didn't think I was able of producing, "Ash, don't let that man touch me."

"Alright, someone's a little cranky." Ash looked up at James, Jessie, and Meowth. "Let me explain. Misty doesn't like being touched by, uh, anything, at all. Usually she smacks everything that tries to touch her for no valid reason. A valid reason being, uh, something along the lines of impending doom. Anyway, whenever she gets hurt she gets even crabbier than she usually is. She's not going to let you touch her. Is there anything you could do to help without touching her."

"No. The leg has to be reset," James shook his head. "It'll be over fast. We just yank it back into place and then we can splint it."

"And you really no how to do this?"

"How do you think we recovered from all those landings? Every Team Rocket squad has a nurse!" He said proudly. For a second I was terrified he would suddenly appear in a Nurse Joy costume. He always dressed up. Sometimes it was frightening. But no, he just pulled out a splint and wrapping and all that junk.

"I'm not letting him touch me!" I screamed. "I'd rather have the bum leg for the rest of my life. I don't care what you say. You. Don't. Touch. Me."

"What if I said he was gay and had absolutely no interest in your feminine body?" Ash tried. I gave a pathetic swipe at his head and yelped when my leg moved again. "Misty, just let them reset your leg. It'll only hurt for a second."

"Yeah, like I haven't heard that one before!" I retorted. "I won't and you can't make me! I hate you and I hate that hill and that stupid rock and my stupid leg and Jessie and James and Meowth and Pikachu and my sisters and everything!"

"I have an idea," Ash said. "I'm going to distract her and then you can yank her leg back into place." I shifted nervously and began frantically asking Ash what he was planning. He didn't answer me. I started screaming something along the lines of 'you're my bitch, answer me!' Meowth and Jessie stared at me. I would've too.

"How will we know when you're distracting her?"

"You'll know," Ash deadpanned.

"I don't like where this is going," I said cautiously.

"Calm down, Misty. I'm not going to rape you."

"Prove it!" I shouted.

Then he did. He kissed me. My thoughts were as follows: He's kissing me! That no good son of a gun is kissing me and he's…wow, that's nice. How'd he get his lips so soft? Holy crap! I pulled back with a shriek when James yanked the bone back into place and started wrapping it. "That hurts, oh Ho-Oh, oh, oh," I moaned and ground my teeth. "I'm going to kill someone. Six years, six mewdamned years and never one injury."

"It wasn't that bad, was it?" Ash said, rubbing my arm.

"Betrayer," I hissed up at him. "Thank you, James, for fixing my leg. Thank you Jessie and Meowth for not, I don't know, killing me."

"No problem twerps. We were just planning on dropping by to say hi anyway. We're on vacation," Meowth said. (A/N: I can't do his voice, still. Sorry.) We exchanged pleasantries and off they went. That's all it took to get rid of them. Who knew?

"Did you like it?" Ash teased, helping me to my feet.

"No! It was disgusting."

"You weren't complaining a second ago," He snickered. "You were impressed? I'm a great kisser."

"You are not! I was just confused from the pain. I'm much better now and if you even thought of kissing me I'd…I'd slap you!" I crossed my arms over my chest and looked away .So what does he do? He spin me around and kisses me again.

I'll slap him next time, though, really, I swear!

IMPORTANT: Erm, before you go…who would kill me if this went on Hiatus while I tried to finish my plot fic?