Well…more themes. I'm trying to get rid of writer's block. So if you like themes. Yay. If you don't, er, sorry 'bout that.

-Does a little dance- Thirty down, twenty to go! Whuh, what! So, I've used country, ghetto, Da Hood, British, and all kinds of different slang on here. Who wants to take a swing at what state I'm from? You'll never guess...it's a crappy state no one cares about.

1. THEME: Touch Pairing: AAML Title: Thank You

Misty wasn't the best with words. Oh, sure, when it came to wit or yelling at someone for doing something stupid, that she was great at. I'd be on the end of that mallet enough to know. The second she tried to be sweet to someone, she seemed to be at a loss. She struggled through, for me, for Brock, once or twice, a mumbled thank you. She's just…she's not very good at it. I don't mind it, though. As long as she tries.

So I gave her a present. I don't know why. It wasn't her birthday or some special occasion. It wasn't a bike. It was something she had said she really, really wanted, but was too embarrassed and scared to buy. A diary. I got the kind with a lock so no one could read it. You're probably thinking that a dollar diary with a two cent lock wouldn't be exactly fool proof. I got her one of those good ones. The one with the fingerprint encoded lock? Yeah. That one. Actually, she burnt her finger during scary story night while we were traveling and it messed up her fingerprint so she can't read it anymore.

That's irrelevant. Sorry.

See, the thing is, she tends to show her gratitude with touch. A quick hand grab, a shoulder squeeze, a hug, in rare cases she'd give a quick peck on the cheek before racing away with a thank you and a blush. I don't need to hear her say thank you. Just a touch it enough.

…And two lips touching as a thank you is the best touch of all.

2. THEME: Smirk Pairing: DAML Title: Shoes

It's irresistible. He gives a cute little turn of his lips and my legs go weak beneath me. It's not a smile. No, most girls like a smile. I find that little confident arrogant smirk to be annoyingly perfect, and annoyingly, well, sexy.

"What are you looking at?" Drew snapped. I jumped and shook my head wildly. I'd gotten lost again. It happens sometimes, when he smirks. I look at his lips and I forget everything. I get all caught up in that romantic daydream I have of him telling me how beautiful I am and how he loves me and then we have a hot make out session. The usual feminine daydream. "May? May! What are you staring at?"

"Er…shoes?" I tried. His eyes widened, obviously surprised. Then it switched to disbelief. "No, really. I was, uh, thinking about shoes. Shoes and dresses, yeah, that's all us girls think about," I laughed nervously.

"…shoes and dresses?" He said, that little smirk appearing on his face again.

"Yep, shoes," I said, my face flushed and my voice squeaked. I pressed myself up against the wall when he took a step closer. That look on his face. It was so…so…ooh and I couldn't tear my eyes off his lips. "Don't believe me?"

"I believe you think about shoes," he chuckled, closer still.

"And dresses," I managed to squeak.

"I just find it hard to believe that you're thinking about shoes while staring at my lips," He said sweetly. His face was an inch away from mine, those lips still stuck in that stupid little smirk. So I did the only thing I could think of to wipe it off his face. I kissed him, and when we broke apart he laughed, "I knew you weren't thinking about shoes."

3. THEME: Young Pairing: AAML Title: Age Difference

Ever since Ash and I have started dating we've gotten a few glares. It's from a few older couples. They come over and talk to us, ask our ages. It'll stop in a few years. Once he finishes growing it'll stop. I know it'll stop. It's go to. I mean, the look on their faces when they find out that I'm older than him…

It's not like there's twenty five years separating us. Just two! Two years! That's it. Why does it matter that I'm older? Huh? I…it's just not fair! Meanwhile, while I'm getting glared at, Miss I'm Eighteen is selling herself to Mr. I'm Seventy Three for two hundred in cash. Where's her glare? I dug my nails into my palm and fought back tears. How come, no matter what I did, I always ended up being wrong?

"Misty?" Ash asked. His arms wrapped around my waist. He pulled me close. "Ignore them, Mist. It's not like they're anything other than a pair of senile old cranks. Senile, that's one you taught me," he chuckled. I stiffened. "What? What now?"

"Listen to what you just said, Ash. I taught you. I'm not your girlfriend! I'm your teacher, aren't I?" I said, my voice cracking. "I'm so sick of this! I'm sick of everyone looking at me like I'm some sort of pedophile! It's not like we haven't gone through all the same things! You're just as world wise as I am! There's no real maturity difference. Well, okay, they're right about that but…" I ripped away from him to try and stop my tears.

"Misty," he sighed, pulling me close again so I could cry on his shoulder. "Since when have you ever cared what other people say? There's nothing wrong with what we're doing, right? There's no law against it. In fact, we can even have sex until you turn eighteen," he teased. I couldn't help but giggle a bit at that. I pulled my face away and wiped off my tears to stare up at him. I couldn't remove that last trace of a smile from my face.

"Very funny, Ash. But we still-"

I was cut off by a pair of soft lips crashing onto mine, sweet and soft. He pulled away, a childish smile on his face. "Sorry about that, Mist. You just look, y'know, really pretty when you smile. I shouldn't have cut you off and…what were you saying?" He blushed.

"You know I…I can't really remember," I smiled. "It doesn't matter, right? It's only a number."

4. THEME: Jealousy Pairing: DAML (Do I really need to keep telling you? You have to know the pattern by now.) Title: Simpleton

Drew. Me. Jealous.

Those words should not be used together. At all. I'm jealous of that…that nitwit! That complete moron! Why would I ever be jealous of him? I'm jealous of, oh, Ho-Oh, I'm jealous of Ash Ketchum. Ash Ketchum! Of all the people in the world to be jealous of! Ash Ketchum!

It makes a bit of sense. He's always traveling around with May. I like May, you see. It's why I give her the roses and tease her. It's pretty obvious. If you can't tell, well, you're just a moron, aren't you? Have you not noticed? Idiot.

I'm jealous of an idiot. That's incredibly hard to get over. He gets to be with her all the time, when she's walking, when she's talking, when she's sleeping…when she's wearing that bathing suit that's a string bikini for the top and a regular bottom in a deep red color. Ahem, I was sidetracked.

…By my love of fashion. Yeah that's it.

5. THEME: Innocence Pairing: AAML(I guess it's a habit now…) Title: Work Out

"Oh, great job," I smiled down at the guy I was spotting. His muscles flexed as he lifted a weight that was probably as heavy as I was. Which, for a man, probably wasn't saying much, but was very nice nonetheless. I had taken a job at the work out gym to help support the pokémon gym, not that it needed it now that I was running the show and my sisters agreed to stop taking challenges. "Incline bench press is a hard one for me, but I have to say, you're doing very, very well at it. Is this your first time here?"

"Yeah, just switched gyms," He said, voice thick with effort at lifting the weight.

"Are you planning on staying?" I inquired, jotting notes down on my clipboard.

"If all my spotters are as pretty as you," He chuckled. I blushed and tried not to look up, writing it down. "You're reddening, and you're not even the one lifting weights. Could you explain that to me, Misty? Do I make you nervous?"

"I'm just flattered," I said. I heard the clink of a weight crashing back down onto the bar. "Hey, I don't think you've done eight reps, yet. Have you worked to muscular failure?" I asked, looking up at the smiling boy. Yes, true, he wasn't the strongest in the lot, but I didn't mind.

"I'll work you to muscular failure, spotter," he said seductively.

"Ash!" I yelped, blushing. "I don't care if this whole thing was your idea. This is just plain weird! I mean, I know there are couples that role play when they're, you know, having," I trailed off uneasily. "But we're just making out!"

"Yeah, so let's make interesting," he chuckled. "You're such a good actress! If only your sisters knew that instead of thinking they're innocent, pure, little sister had gotten this job just to make her romantic life a bit more exciting."

"Weird, huh? How everyone thinks we're innocent," I asked.

He laughed. "That's because they don't know about wikipedia."

6. THEME: Thousand Pairing: DAML Title: Thorns and Petals

"Drew," I stopped him as he began to walk away.

"Yes?" He asked.

"This rose is special, do you know that?" I asked. He sauntered back and looked and me curiously. "One hundred is a special number, but there's something even more special, I guess. Drew, you've give me way more than a hundred roses now, but this is the one hundredth thorn I've cut myself on. You'd figure after a while I'd grow out of being so klutzy but apparently not. I guess, it's a metaphor."

"For what?"

"All the challenges we've faced so far," I said thoughtfully. "But for every thorn I've cut myself on, there's ten petals. The petals are the things that make the rose so attractive. It's the beauty of love, if you follow the idea."

"What are you trying to say?" He smiled thoughtfully. "I like where this is going. You're very deep today."

"Thanks," I blushed. "Where I was headed with was, to every insult you've given me, I think we need some compensation. It's going to take you a while to make it all up, but if you're willing, I think we can handle it."

"Anything," he agreed. "I always pay my debts."

"Alright," I nodded. "For every insult you give me, I think I deserve a kiss."

"Sounds fair," Drew smirked, my heart leapt. "But I've lost count of the times I've insulted you. Maybe we should go by something we've kept track of?" he took the rose from my hand and ran the thorn along his wrist. "Such as, cuts from a thorn deserve petals? Ten kisses for each cut good for you?" I answered him with a kiss. He smiled when I pulled away. "Alright, now you have to kiss me nine more times, and I have to kiss you one thousand." He laughed. "I think this deal might be going on for a while."

7. THEME: Ugly Pairing: AAML Title: Ugly

"I'm not pretty like them," I said sadly. Ash blinked in surprise.

"What do you mean you're not pretty like them? You're plenty pretty Misty!" He gasped. "I mean, boys have said so to you. I was there! Remember, just last night that guy came up to you and told you how pretty you were!"

"Yeah, Ash, he did, but he was drunk. He would've said that to any girl who walked in."

"No he wouldn't've!" Ash consoled.

"Ash, he asked you to dance, didn't he?" I glared. Ash blushed. "The man was as drunk as a skunk and you know it. He thought you were a girl. It's fine. You don't have to try and make me feel better, I know that I'm not pretty. I'm the runt. I'm not a sensational sister." I pulled a marker out from my bag and wrote loser on my face with it. "Jigglypuff hasn't been around for a while, so I fixed it myself."

"Aw, Misty!" Ash giggled. He took the marker and wrote LOZER2 on his forehead. "You're not ugly, but if I can't change your mind then fine! I'm ugly too. We'll be ugly forever and the pretty people can do whatever the hell they want! It's better that way, don't you think so?"

"Ash, you're such a goofball," I blushed, kissing his nose. "I guess that must be why I love you, huh?"

8. THEME: Lies Pairing: DAML Title: My Hero

Yeah, so, recently I was stolen by a crazy jealous Legendary. Sucks to be May, today. See, then he decided he wanted to be my lover. I really didn't want to be his lover for obvious reasons. I mean, he's nice and handsome at all, but I don't think I'm ready to 'mate' yet. So, I freaked out and I said the first things that came to mind: You can't have me, I'm taken. So he's all like, "Who?" And I'm just like: …Drew?

So, he went off on the crazy tree and called Drew over.

"May…why is this," he looked Raoul, my captor, up and down nervously, "man challenging me to a duel for your heart?"

"Because you're my boyfriend?" I laughed nervously. He stared up at me (I was stuck in a high up mountain cave) with disbelief. "I'm sorry! I was nervous and it was the only thing I could think of saying. Really, Drew, I'm sorry about all of this. Are you mad at me?"

"Uh, yes!" Drew shouted. "What the hell, May? You couldn't have said Ash? He's the freaking hero!"

"I was pressed for time, I was nervous. I don't know why I thought of you. It was a bad idea, I know. I'm not really sure how I'm supposed to help you out of this. I'm the damsel in distress. Use your coordinating skills."

"I shall transform into the Legendary of Thunder!" Raoul cried loudly. He threw up his hands triumphantly and screamed as his body morphed into a strange electric type pokémon I had never seen before. I swallowed nervously and looked at Drew. He wasn't looking so hot either.

"May," Drew growled, reaching for his pokéball. "If I live, you better give me something really, really nice. That, or you better do something really nice for me. I'm going to get my ass kicked thanks to you!"

I rolled my eyes and lay down on the rock to watch the scene unfold, muttering a bit to myself. And with a sarcastic sigh, "Oh, Drew, my knight in shining armor, my hero."

"Oh, shut up!"

9. THEME: Drive Pairing: AAML Title: Death Trap

"Misty, there is no way I'm getting in that car if you're behind the wheel. Have you seen the way you drive?" Ash asked, stumbling backwards from the car. "It's a death trap, damn it Misty! You pull up to my house and the whole street smells like burning rubber."

"Don't be such a baby!" Misty chided. "I'm not that bad of a driver. You're exaggerating. So I go a little fast, what's the big deal? It's not like I've ever been in an accident before. I haven't gotten a ticket yet. I'm perfectly fine driver."

"No," Ash laughed nervously. "No. You are not. You take the hardest turns, speed up to get through yellow spot lights, slam on the breaks, shout at strong, muscled up drivers, and then you say that 'my boyfriend in the shotgun seat can take you'! I'm not getting in the car."

"Ash, get in the car right now!" Misty stomped her foot impatiently and pointed.

"No! I can't drive and there's no one else here but you! If you're driving, I'm not riding!"

"Damn it, Ash! We have to get to the hospital! Brock's mom is about to have another baby and we've got to be there for him when he starts crying about the extra mouth to feed!" Misty dragged him over to the open door passenger seat and tried to shove him in. He refused to go. "Ash! Get in the car! I'll drive slow for you, okay? Just cool it! If you get in the car I promise I'll drive slow and careful for you, okay, pansy?"

"No!" Ash shouted. "I'm going to die! You're going to kill me in that ugly metal death trap you call a car."

"Ash, if you don't get in that car…" Misty crossed her arms over her chest.

"You'll what?" Ash snapped. "You can't hurt me! You're a stupid girl! I'm stronger than you now! I work out! I have the strength of twenty men! You'll never get me in this car! I will not be taken alive! You'll have to knock me out to get me in there!"

"I'm not allowed to knock you out anymore, your mother said so," Misty sighed dejectedly. She bit her lip nervously. "We're going to be late. There's got to be something I can do." She smiled. "Oh, I know what to do."

"Misty…I don't like the look on your face," Ash pressed himself against the car as hard as he could the car while Misty leaned up against his. "Misty, don't…you're scaring me!" He managed to yelp right before she kissed him hard. She pulled away, smirking at his dazed face and shoved him in the car.

"Well, that should hold him over for ten minutes."

10. THEME: Balloons Pairing DAML Title: Ninety Nine Red Balloons

"Drew, what are you doing?" May blinked.

I smiled at her. A string of a balloon twisted around my finger. The last one. "I heard a song on the radio and I felt romantic. This is the last red balloon. The package only cost two dollars, it's not like a wasted a fortune."

"Wasted? What do you mean?"

"That crazy has been blowing up and letting go of the balloons!" A little girl shrieked, an inch away from me. Her brother was giggling giddily. "He let James send one off,, but he said I couldn't have one unless I was gonna let it go! Why would I let it go?"

"Because it's cool, duh," Her brother scoffed.

"It's romantic," I grinned cheekily. I was a little light headed from blowing up all those balloons.

"How can that be romantic? You're letting go of balloons! Who cares if it's all about a song? You call me stupid! Ha! Well, Drew, I've finally caught you doing something stupid! I'm going to release it to the press! Yeah, let's see how great your reputation is then!" She spun away, then paused as I began to sing.

"If I could find a souvenir, just to prove the world was here. And here it is, a red balloon," I smirked as she looked down at her bright red outfit, then pointed at the balloon. I nodded then gave a casual flip of my hair. "I think of you and let it go." I let it slip from my fingers and gave the sincerest smile I could manage in her direction. "Red balloons and roses, romantic, don't you think?" I asked.

She snorted, red. "It's not that romantic. That song could mean hundreds of things."

"So could the blush on your face," I smirked. "It just depends on the what the situation it is. You need to learn how to let things go."

"Like what?"

"Like rivalries," I said, stepping dangerously close. We moved closer, about to kiss when suddenly…

"EW! COME ON, JEN, LET'S GET OUT OF HERE BEFORE THEY KISS!" The little boy screamed, dragging his sister away.

I sighed. So much for romance.

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