I'm back! Hey, I've been gone a while. Well, I've been going through a lot, but I'm trying. I got up quite a few chapters of my plot fic, so yay me! Well, you just want the story, so here ya go. There should be a CONTESTSHIPPING ONE IN A WEEK.

(blah) Ash's words in parentheses. Not mine.

AAML

"Ash, why won't you talk to us, sweetheart?" My mother asked me with a smile. "You know we're all here for you. We're not here to judge you. Just tell us everything that happened, hon. You're really worrying us."

"It's starting to get annoying, Ash!" Gary growled. "Could you just open up your fat mouth and answer us?"

I'm not going to talk. They all have that same stupid idea in their heads that I'm going to open me mouth and speak. It's not going to happen. I don't care how much that freaking electric rat of mine electrocutes me. I'm angry, I'm cranky, I'm embarrassed, and you're not getting a freaking word out of me. If you can't figure out why, don't feel bad, you're not alone. Nobody here can figure it out either.

I'm fifteen. It's not like I didn't have it coming. I grew about two feet taller, making me almost Brock's height, which rocks, by the way. I had to actually start washing my face every day to keep acne off. I figured out that girls are actually really, really nice to look at. Now I get why Brock went insane whenever a girl walked by. The biggest change that all the girls have noticed is that I don't seem to want to hang out with them anymore, especially for swimming. They love bikinis almost as much as Brock!

At least I'm nothing like Brock with girls, thank goodness. I don't run up to every girl I see and declare undying love. Wouldn't that be embarrassing? I'm perfectly normal around girls. I'll fight them, I battle them, I'll yell at them, whatever they want as long as they act normal too. But some of them are weird. Some of them are looking at me a lot and give that weird smile and they touch my arm a lot and talk really nice to me. If that happens, I start freaking out and get really red. After that, I black out. Brock says I shout something about "I think I hear my girlfriend calling" and run. I tend to wake up in trees, under tables, and other strange places.

This is a deadly advantage for Misty.

A very deadly advantage.

She likes to get me flustered. She's really good at that. You know, she's practically flat and almost always in loose shirts. I don't know how she does it. Of course, she's still wearing those freaking shorts! Doesn't she wear anything but shorts? Ugh, it's as bad as the stupid mini-skirts in malls!

Anyway, Misty gets me flustered, and then when I'm about to run away, she grabs me. Then, she keeps me there until I bed for some kind of mercy, which lasts about two seconds. After that, I'm free. That's really good for me at the end. I run fast whenever she lets go. It keeps me in shape.

"Come on, Ash. Talk," Dawn probed. I shook my head wildly. "Why not? Did you lose your voice, Ash? We've got medicine for that. It's the good tasting kind too, not the junk my mom gives me. Brock can make anything taste good!" I shook my head just as hard as before. "Then what is it!"

"Ash, what's wrong?" Brock asked. Mew, the whole gang was there. Even my mom, Prof. Oak, and Gary are sitting at the table. "Are you mad at us? Did we do something to you?" I shook my head with a smirk. Misty wasn't there. We weren't really sure where she was at the moment. I don't want to know.

She got hit by a hypnosis attack. Since then, she's been running around in black leather with a Nerf gun singing the theme songs to "Mission Impossible", "James Bond", "007" and, of course, "The Pink Panther". We sent Sabrina after her. I mean, it was funny when it started. It was hilarious when it started. Then she started kicking us and hitting us guys in the privates with Nerf foam darts. She somehow figured out how to make an operational bomb and wanted to blow up a carrot patch or something. That was when we decided we needed to wake her up.

Sabrina said she'd do it, don't bother trying to help. She could start killing us if this continued. So, we decided she could handle it. I mean, do you want to go after a psychopath? No. She could kill me. "Are you worried about Misty?" Mom asked, touching my hand comfortingly. I snorted and shook my head with a grin.

"Ash, would you like me to help you with anything?" Pikachu asked. I mimed writing, and she rushed off. It was a second later that she came back with a writing pad and paper. "There you go, Ash. Have fun with that?"

"I'm not worried for Misty. If I'm worried, it's for the people she's going to attack. Stop guessing. If you don't know it by now, you'll never get it," I wrote. I have good handwriting. Not as good as May's but it's still nice. It's better than Misty's. Her handwriting is barely legible, let alone pretty.

Misty burst through the door in her old clothes, shorts and a yellow shirt. She threw her arms around the closest person available. Me. "Hey, Ash, guess what I learned today?" I eyes her nervously. "I have the strength to break a grown man's arm. Also, leather is tight, sweaty, and doesn't breathe. Now I know why that went out of style. It must've been unbearable to have on all day."

"Ash isn't talking."

"Say nothing if you're gay," She grinned wickedly. I was quiet, glaring up at her while my fingers drummed on the table. "Hey, I always knew it! So, who's your lover? I've always been a fan of you and Gary."

"I didn't say 'nothing'. I was silent," I wrote.

"You're such a smart ass today!" She paused and looked at Max. "Oh, sorry Max. Pretend I didn't just say that." She turned back to me and crossed her arms over her chest, releasing me from her death grip. "Fine, stay silent if you're gay," she shot back. I was smart that day, and coughed loudly. She groaned. "Why aren't you talking, fatty, fatty two by four, too fat to fit through the kitchen door?" I glared. "Wow, that usually gets you to talk. This must be something really bad. What's up with you?"

"There's nothing wrong," I wrote, underlined, capitalized and bubble lettered. I threw in five exclamation points too. "Stop asking, I'm fine, really. I'm emotionally safe. In fact, I'm cheerful. Stop asking."

"Oh!" She gasped delightedly. "So you're finally a guy! I knew it! It's about time, Mr. Pokémon Master! Puberty took its sweet time to get to you, but it's taking its toll just like it did on the rest of us, huh?"

"What do you mean?" May asked, biting her lip. The others looked just as baffled. If only it could have been that way forever. Misty just had to open her big mouth though. She loves hearing herself talk.

"Well, duh," She scoffed. "Ash finally hit puberty and now his voi-oof!" I elbowed her in the ribs to quiet her. "That hurt dammit," she moaned. She doubled over and clutched her stomach. "Now you've got it coming."

"Okay, I've been working really hard to keep this a secret. Could you not screw this up for me? I've been winning!" I wrote.

"Oh, really? I should help you! Did you ever help me?" She shouted.

"Huh?" I wrote.

"Two years ago!" She snapped. "When I first learned what cramps were, you were so sympathetic to me!" I winced. That was true. I wasn't exactly Mr. Compassion. "You made fun of me! As I recall, you said "puberty's a bitch, right Misty?" then ran off laughing! Why should I be nice to you?"

"I'm cute?" I scribbled.

"Cute my butt,:" She snapped. She grabbed my arm and twisted it hard behind my back. "Oh, I'm pulling this stupid thing right out of its socket! I swear by all that is good I will hurt you so bad you'll cry!"

'Ironic thing to swear by,' I thought rebelliously. She just had to take the right arm, didn't she? The one I write with. That's like taking Helen Keller's hands together. That's how they punished her for misbehaving. She yanked it harder and made me grunt in surprise and pain. I glared up at her, clearly asking "what the hell was that for?"

"I know you were thinking something bad. You always are," she smirked. "Guys, Ash's voice is changing. He doesn't talk because he's embarrassed." I blushed and twist to twist away from my captor. She slammed me hard into the table (my mom didn't seem to care) and lazily sipped at a water glass on the table. I writhed. "Down, boy. We've got a lot more time to waste embarrassing you."

"That's all?" Tracey asked.

"Why would he be embarrassed about that?" Gary snorted. "So you voice cracks once in a while. What's the big deal? It's not like I didn't go through it. Max is going to go through it too. Why do you think we care so much?"

"His voice probably cracks really badly. Does it, Ash darling? Why don't you ask me to let you go? If you ask nicely, I'll let you run like usual," Misty snickered. She dug her nails into my arm a bit trying to get me to yelp.

"Leggo," I whispered to low to hear.

"Leggo is not a word, Ash," She said. Maybe her hearing was better than previously thought. I'm on a roll with words today! Yeah, I've got a dictionary next to me, so what? "Also, I couldn't hear you. Could you speak louder?"

"Deaf," I hissed.

"Sorry, I can't hear you. I must be going deaf or something." I managed to grab the pen and paper and scribble a surprisingly readable sentence with my left hand. She leaned over my shoulder to read it. "If you let me up, I'll talk. I promise and you've got it in writing. It's not my fault I can only write with my left hand right now."

"You can read that?" Brock asked.

'Please, of course she can. She reads her own handwriting, and that's way worse than me writing with my left hand. We can't even send letters anymore. It's impossible to tell if she's writing or sending a coded message. She sent e-mails instead. At least then I could respond without asking her what she just wrote.'

"Yeah, I'm pretty good with handwriting," I snorted. She yanked my arm again. "Fine, Ash You've got a deal. But you better say it loud enough for everyone in the room to hear. A deal it a deal." She released me.

I stood and fixed myself for a while, eyeing her hair band. I figured if I took that blue beauty out of her hair she'd get pretty mad. Maybe she'd leave me alone, though. She did hate to have her hair down. Something about it getting in her face. So, I snatched it. "That's mine!" I shouted, glad my voice didn't crack too badly on the words. If I was ever going to try for a sentence, however, I'd be screwed.

"Ash!" She shouted. "I just ran around for three days in the hot sun in a leather suit! You do not want to make me angry right now!" Looking back, sticking my tongue out and racing out the door was probably not the most effective course of action. In fact, it was probably the worst thing I could've done in that situation. Oh well, accidents happen, right? As long as I learned from my mistakes, what's the harm?

I did manage to make it to the Viridian Forest before I was tackled and sent rolling around in the leaves and grass. Usually the win/lose rate for me is 1/999. I'm usually the one who ends up with her nails digging into my back while she uses pain to make me eat dirt and lots of other objects I don't know about.

Before you ask, this time wasn't any different. Except, I managed to keep my face up. Instead of the painful, gross clay in my mouth, I was in pain, awkward and slightly pleased with my position. If nothing else, it was a delight to see Misty blush when she snatched back the band and swept it into her hair.

She looked very uncomfortable, but cleared her throat and shifted on top of me. I swallowed, that was uncomfortable. Why did she have to sit on top of me? She already knew I had hit puberty, and that really wasn't helping my case. Where was Pikachu when I needed her, huh? She had to try and make me uncomfortable.

"Well, talk Ash. We had a deal," she snapped. I let you up, now you've got to say something, now say something interesting!" If she hadn't had me pinned the way she did, I probably could've jumper cabled her off. Just poked her sides until she bounced off of me. But no, she just sat there all proud of herself.

She was pretty, kinda. Just a little, though. Not very pretty. She needed a hair cut, I guess. When it was down it had fallen a little past her shoulders. Now that it was back up it jut fell down. it couldn't stay spiked up like it used to. She hated that, even though it did look nice. Her hair was covered with leaves too. Her face and clothes, like mine, we streaking with mud and who knew what else. I didn't. I really didn't want to know. But the thing was, she just looked like Misty.

It's just that, well, Misty never looked pretty before.

"Sorry I took your hair tie," I blushed. My voice cracked in that sentence. Actually, it cracked twice. She burst into a giggling fit. "What? Do you think that puberty is funny! This is something every boy goes through, Misty. You shouldn't be laughing at me. That's just mean." My voice dropped low this time, the tone it would supposedly be when all the leaping stopped. Well, the cracking didn't stop that fast, but Misty's giggling did. Her eyes widened. "What are you so surprised about?"

"Your voice went low?" She blinked. "It was really…" she swallowed and blushed, forcing herself to recover.

"It was really what?"

"You sounded like a guy for once in your life," She giggled at me. The surprised, dazed look vanished from her face. "Maybe when this is all over you won't be able to dress up like Ashley anymore!"

"I always sound like a guy!" I snapped. My voice cracked high this time. She grinned knowingly. "Okay, that doesn't count. My voice is changing, Misty. It's bad enough without you making fun of me."

"You made fun of me."

"You were in pain," I said pointedly. "I thought laughter might help you feel better. Laughing when someone's embarrassed never makes you feel better about yourself. It makes you want to crawl in a hole and die.

"Ash, that's a nice thought, but it's really a bad thing to do. That's the biggest difference between girls and guys! How they want to be treated when they're in pain! Guys usually shrug it off. Girls usually want you to feel bad for us because we feel crappy. We're psychotic, Ash. Last week Daisy and I burned a bunch of feminine supply products, four boxes and pads and seven boxes of tampons, because of the motto on the back!" She paused and narrowed her eyes. "Happy period, my ass."

"Sorry, Misty. I didn't know," I defended. "I meant well!" She muttered something along the lines of 'well, you should've fatty' and turned her head away from me. "Er, Misty, just wondering, could I get up now?"

"No," She said brightly. She leaned back but kept me pinned, giving me more room to breathe. "But I'll get off your chest a bit. Aren't I the sweetest, kindest girl you've ever met, Ash?"

"No," I snorted.

"Hey!"

"Well, it's true. I'm still embarrassed and now I'm bruised. Look at me! I just know that my cheek is turning that gross yellow green color." Of course, I really couldn't. It didn't matter because I wasn't actually hurt. It I was, I couldn't feel it. Having a girl sitting on my chest was distracting me from any pain I might've felt before. Seem, hormones do have their advantages sometimes. Yay hormones! Then she shifted and I felt kind of tingly which made me hate those damned hormones again. That made me realize hormones were the reason I was an emotional train wreck and hated them even more. Basically, hormones suck. Why do we even have them?

"You can't see your cheek!"

"Can't too," I smirked.

"Well, what do you want me to do about it then?" Her eyes were narrowed, but she still looked playful. "Do you need me to run home and get your mommy to kiss it better for you? I can do that for the big baby."

"No, you don't have to do that! That's why I have you around!"

"Ash!" She gasped, blushing. "You're such a pervert!"

"What's the matter? Are you scared to kiss me?" I smirked. Now I'm going to say everything that happened next was completely and totally my idea. I knew what she would do, oh yeah, sure I did. I wasn't just being a smart ass, it was all part of an elaborate plan to escape. Do you believe me? I wouldn't.

"I'm not scared!" She shouted, holding up her fists defensively. That was my signal (all part of my plan) to quickly scramble out from under her and pin her to the ground instead. "Hey! Ash! You get off of me right now, Ketchum! I'm going to call Officer Jenny and charge you with rape and watch you get the death sentence!"

"You shouldn't use that term loosely," I said. My voice surprised me again. It decided that it liked being low, not that I was complaining. My mom always did say I had a deep voice like my father's. I never thought it'd actually be deeper than Brock's! Well, maybe not deeper, but at least as deep.

"I'm not using it loosely!" She shouted.

"I haven't raped you!"

"Rape is any unwanted touch," she retorted.

"Yes, but don't you want me to touch you?" I said wickedly. What was even more shocking (hey, I finally said that without it being a pun!) was how Misty reacted to it. She just blushed really, really badly. It wasn't the little kid fits she used to have. This was the bridge of her nose to the very tips of her ears completely and totally scarlet blush. She was breathing fast, her eyes were wide. This time she actually did look scared. She couldn't have thought I'd actually rape her? She licked dry lips and looked at anything but me, mostly a gray rock a few feet away. She was probably wondering if she could mange to reach it form her spot and beat me to death.

I tried to remember when the last time was that I had finally managed to pin her down. It probably wasn't since we were ten. I decided that since my new, suave deep voice seemed to get her flustered, maybe I could use this to my advantage. You know what I mean, have some fun before it cracked again.

"Boy, is your face red," I grinned. I leaned forward, putting more weight on her hands to keep her from sitting up. This also got me really, really close to her ear. "How come you're blushing so bad, Mist?"

"Shove off, Ash," She muttered, not looking up at me. "You finally won, are you happy now? I'm still better at this than you. You're usually that one that gets pinned. You're weak, I'm strong, that's the way it works. Next time I'll win, just like usual. Let me up and let it go!" She stuck her tongue out at me.

"You really like to climb on top of me, don't you?" I whispered with a chuckle. She shivered. She actually shivered! Thank goodness she wasn't looking up, or I would've completely lost it. I was red, fighting back giggles, but the expression on her face was priceless. It wasn't very nice, but it was her turn to feel awkward and uncomfortable. Hey, when it comes to revenge either one of us would do anything, no matter how compromising it looked. And, wow, did this ever look bad.

"Ha ha, Ash. You made your first sexual innuendo. Aren't you just so clever?" She muttered. "Never mind that I've been making them since before I met you. Would you please get off of me now?"

"Why won't you look at me, Misty?" I asked. "Do I offend you? Am I really that ugly that you can't look at me? Or maybe it's something else. What is it Misty? Tell me why," I insisted. This was just too good.

"Because!"

"Because why?"

"Just because!" She screamed. "Shut up and get off before I call for Officer Jenny! They can hear everything you know! All it takes is for me to raise my voice a little louder and they'll all come running! I've got a voice that carries!"

I dropped my voice down as low as it could go. It felt weird, like it shouldn't go that far down, but could. It made my cheeks heat too. "Is it because you find this voice sexy?" I laughed. It was deep, but comfortable. Yeah, I could've gotten used to that voice. It sounded very cool. Her breath stopped. "You do?"

"No! Ash Ketchum and sexy!" She snorted loudly. "Ash Ketchum and sexy don't even belong in the same…" she looked up at me, taking breaths so slow and deep the were pushing me up and down. "…sentence." She gasped and licked her lips again. It was almost as if she was starstruck. She closed and opened her eyes, the look disappearing instantly. "So, get off of me, Ash. You're too fat."

"You know you want me," I laughed again. She looked very uncomfortable as she tried to wriggled out from under me. It was a strange mixture of surprise and delight when she couldn't. Maybe I was stronger than I thought.

"As if! You make my stomach turn," she said, pulling a face like she smelled something bad. "With you this close to me it's a miracle I'm able to keep my lunch down. Hey, did I even eat lunch in the past few days?"

"Don't try to change the subject. How do you know that nauseous feeling you get isn't just those butterfree in your stomach feeling you get right before some handsome boy kisses you?" I grinned. "After all, we both know you've never been kissed before."

"What?" She gasped.

"Oh, you have been kissed before?"

"Yes!"

"I don't believe you."

"Well I have! How pathetic do you think I am?" She glared. "I've kissed lots of guys before! You haven't kissed a lot of girl though, have you? You only managed to steal a kiss from some legendary turned human!"

"That's good," I sighed with relief. "You'd be so ticked if I stole your first kiss. You'd probably give me a concussion or something the second I let you up. You might even cry. That's why worse than a concussion!"

"What are you talking about?" Misty gasped, her voice cracking with nervousness and embarrassment. "Are you insane?"

"Hey, Misty. Maybe you're going through puberty too," I chuckled. I've never been really all that great with words. In fact, I'm really crappy with words. So I just leaned forward and well…I kissed her. She managed to gasped right before our lips connected. Then she was shaking. She was shaking really badly. I was shaking too. It was as if it was negative seventeen degrees and we were both in our underwear. I pulled back quick and rolled off of her, panting. My heart screamed in pain in my chest. It was beating too hard. My stomach twisted in that way they called butterfree. Sure, butterfree.

…on freaking steroids.

"Ash?" She gasped. She was breathless. That was a very nice voice on her. How could she possibly find my voice sexy when just a gasped could do this to me? I was shivering and she wasn't even that close. I wasn't lookin gat her, and if I know her like I thought I did, she wasn't looking at me either. It was way too embarrassing for either of us to handle. "Ash, did you just-?"

"Yeah," I cute her off quickly. "Don't say kiss. I can say it, but you can't. Let's just talk about it while avoiding the K word or else something very bad will happen. I know what it is, and if I say it, it'll happen. Just don't say kiss."

"Talk about it? Why in hell should we talk about it! We need to keep our eyes off of each other and avoid each other for a week or six or twenty and pretend that this never, ever happened! It didn't happen!" She continued in a softer voice, "Don't look, just walk. We definitely do not need to do this, now or ever."

Eh, I never listen to her. Well, I listen, I just don't care about what she's saying if she's saying something I don't like. If she says don't look at her, I'm going to look at her. She still doesn't seem to get that. I looked at her and felt my head spin. She was looking with her face tilted a bit away from me. I could barely see her lips, should've taken a magnifying glass to see them at this angle. I saw them though, and I crawled closer to her. "But I want to talk about it. That just totally changed our lives!"

"That did not just change our lives!" She gasped. Her hands snapped to her lap and wrung there nervously. "it was an accident, a horrible, horrible accident that wasn't important to any of us. Not life changing at all."

"Changed mine," I said simply.

"You're so witty today, aren't you?" She smirked. She had to move those lips of hers, didn't she? It made my mouth go dry. "How many smart things have you said? Maybe you've been hanging out with Gary too much. He's starting to wear off on you." She turned her head and froze, our faces very close. "When the hell did you get over here? What happened to no looking at each other?"

"Hey, Mist," I smiled. Her eyes flicked down to my lips. Her face blushed and she looked back into my eyes. "With that look on your face I can only imagine what you're thinking about," I said triumphantly. My voice was cracking high again. She smiled at that. Oh, that twist of her lips was torturous. "Hey, Misty? I was wondering about something. And I really want to ask but I'm afraid that…"

"Go on"

"Would you hate me if I kissed you again? I really, really want to kiss you again." I swallowed a nervous lump in my throat. I wanted to tackle her into the ground and kiss her so badly. If she said that word, I didn't know what I would do. It would probably be something I'd get in a lot of trouble for.

"Kiss me?" She asked. Maybe she would've said no. Maybe she would've said yes. There's really no way to know because I answered it for her. I leaned forward as fast as she could and kissed her again.

I'm not really sure what I did at first. I just pushed on her lips really hard, not really knowing how the kissing stuff worked. Then she gently pushed back, her hand slowly coming to rest on my knee. We pulled away. "What do we do after that?" I asked breathlessly. "You're the expert her. What did you do?"

"I don't know," she whispered. It was almost as if she was afraid to wreck the quiet. "I mean, I know what's at the end of a relationship," we flushed, "but I've never kissed more than what we just did. I've asked people about it, but no one will tell me. Some people laugh. My sisters just get red and run away."

"So…should we jut go with it?" I swallowed. She nodded weakly and we tried again. We pressed and then…then our lips started moving. It was strange, but really nice. It was tingly, y'know? We pulled each other closer and pushed even harder. Suddenly, my body did something I didn't know it was capable of thinking of. My tongue went it her mouth and back out really fast. Mist made this strange, strangled, almost moaning kind of noise and we pulled back again, her beat red. "What was that?"

"I don't know!" She said, ducking her head away.

"What do you mean you don't know? You made the sound didn't you?" I gasped. "You were the one who had to do that weird noise. Why did you do that? Don't you know? There's got to be some reason! You've always got a reason for shooting your big mouth off!"

"Why did you shove your tongue in my mouth?" She challenged back, thinking she had won. No, I had an answer for everything today.

"Because I thought I was supposed to! My body just did it, I didn't ask it to! I was just going with it, like I said we were going to do! So hurry up and make up an answer as to why you… you did whatever you did!"

"I don't know. I guess you must've done something right. I'm all shivery. I've got goose bumps all over and that sound I made." She bit her lip self-consciously. "It didn't exactly sound unhappy."

We cooled down for a minute, then I began to giggle. "You moaned!" I said with a giggle. "I can't believe I made you moan!"

"I know!" She yelped. "I can't believe I did that! It felt so…so good though, Ash! It was different but really, really nice." She was almost moaning again, closing her eyes and apparently remembering the sensation. "Mew, this is really scary. I don't even know why we're doing this. Aren't you scared?"

"No. Why should I be? Why are you scared?" I asked. "Is it because you liked it?"

"Yeah, and because I really want to do it again. It's not just that, I need to. It's like it's addictive. I mean…" she made a frustrated sound and tackled me. Her covered her lips with mine and shoved her tongues down my throat in a tingly, electrifying way. I gave a noise a lot like hers. "See what I mean?" She smirked, pulling back.

"No more interruptions," I said, yanking her close and continuing to move our lips again. Kissing was starting to get more fun than I ever imagined.

I was too afraid to do anything but keep my hands on her knees, completely still. Her hands found their way under my shirt, timidly gripping and releasing the flesh she found. It took a minute to realize she was trying not to hurt me. I grabbed her hands and made them dig into my skin as a hint. That's when she bit me. It was soft at first, on y bottom lip. Then she made her way down to my neck, kissing, and bit down hard. I gasped. This was a weird feeling. Pain and pleasure swirled together in a way that made my eyes shoot open. "Damn, are you a vampire or something?"

"I should stop," she said, pulling back and reddening.

"No, I was just kidding. That felt good," I gasped, sitting up and sending her tumbling off of me. "Can we try that again? Just kiss and bite and all that kind of stuff."

"No! Ash, we're going to leave marks!" She flushed. "Everyone's going to know what we were doing! They'll see the bruises!"

"I'll say I fell," I begged, my voice had settled into it's original tone. "Please, Misty?" I laid down next to her and kissed her neck lightly. Her breath caught when I gave a playful nip on her collar bone.

"No," she said, not really sounding like she meant it. "We can't do this, Ash. Everyone will see? How are you going to explain obvious bit marks? They look a lot different then falling down bruises. 'Oh, I was just playing with Ash and I bit him.' Nothing weird there! Nobody will ever question that logic!" She shouted, sitting up.

"You have cover up, don't you?"

"Cover up?"

"Yeah, cover up. Just use a whole bunch of make up and wear turtlenecks or something. I'm going away to a chilly region. I can wear a scarf. No one'll ever know." I sat up and tugged her ear with her teeth. "Let's play, Misty."

"You're getting good at those words. You should stop listening to Brock so much."

"Can I try something?" I asked. "It won't leave a mark, I swear." She sighed and nodded. I brought her close and kissed her, making sure she was occupied while one hand sneaked under her shirt. I unsnapped her bra easily, giggling when Misty fell away from me, screaming my name in surprise.

"Are you insane!" She snapped, fumbling to fix her bra and get the clasps behind her back. "You're such a guy! Why'd you go and do that?"

I shrugged. "You've got my old hat. Can't I have a souvenir?"

Yeah, yeah. She hit me in the hed with a mallet. But it was worth it, especially since I've got a reminder of her in the bottom of my backpack, which just so happens to be pink with yellow flowers on it.

The blackmail is incredible.

Yeah, uh, I saw this one comic on the internet of Misty complaining about the bike Ash owed her, so he gave her the hat to make up for it. That spawned this idea so…er, yeah. Review and, well, it'd be nice if you did. I'm almost at two hundred! Oh my goodness golly goshes, this is totally awesome!