Themes are cool, themes are fun, I'm doing this because I can't think of a new one…

1. THEME: AirPairing: AAMLTitle: Breathless

It was a dare. It was a harmless dare between friends. Of course, we were stupid, helpless to our own thick headed stubborn antics. We had been laying on the beach, quiet and calm, slowly breathing in and out after another play fight. I was relieved the giggles were over now. Earlier, they had been uncontrollable at the happiness I'd had. I'd gone red to the tips of my ears, one of the many horrible traits of white skin. "I wish I was black."

"Huh?" Ash asked, surprised at my sudden speech.

"I wish I was black. You know, dark skinned. Maybe even skin as dark as yours would be great."

"You're so random," He laughed lightly, sitting up and yanking playfully at my ponytail. "And you still sound at of breath, y'psycho! You can't even recover all that fast! Jees, I knew it's been a while since you've been on the road, but I never would've thought you'd be so weak after just a few weeks. I bet I can win at almost anything now. Wrestling, weight lifting, running, jumping, maybe I'd even beat you at under water!"

"Humph! You? Beat me? We're holding our breath under water, you dunce! I've been hanging out at the Cerulean gym. In case you haven't noticed, I've been in the pool. I've had so much practice at holding my breath, I could beat you by hours!"

"Oh yeah? Betchya can't! You just try Misty! You just try!"

"I will! I'll win!" I said. We both stumbled to our feet and raced to the water, cannon balling in and grinning at one another. He called the challenge, I counted down. It was how our rules were. We both sunk to the water, breathing in and out as deeply as we could. "3…2…1…down!" We both ducked under water after one big breath.

Where were there for a while, until my lungs began to ache, but I couldn't let him win. Then he came up, and I wanted to prove I could still hold my breath. It's kind of sad, actually. I had gotten so used to the feeling of dying underwater, drowning, that painful pressure in my chest signaling my need for air. But I could ignore it. I could rise above it. I did. I was fine. I could live. That was the last thing I remembered for a while.

The next thing I knew, I was awakened with a shivery, delightful feeling. My chest rose and fell without my say, and something hot blasted down my throat. I didn't want to move. I felt too good to move. I felt water coming up out of my lungs and was forced to flip over to my stomach and spit it out. I moaned. "Ugh, what happened?" I asked. I sat up, my head lolled back a bit. My chest hurt, my body was weak, and yet for some strange reason, I was tingling.

"You're okay!" Ash cried cheerfully.

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked. I cocked my head to the side and looked at him. He looked breathless, he seemed so worried he could barely support himself on weak arms. "Hey, did I beat ya, Ash? I did, didn't I? You lost!"

"You almost drowned!" He said. "Now I know how you feel! I'll never try and drown myself again." He laughed a bit and rubbed the back of his neck in embarrassment. Misty was giving him that look again. "Er, not that I've been trying."

"You don't need to worry so much, Ash. I can take care of myself. Besides, you're worrying about me as if I was you lover or something!" I began to giggle, only to be stopped by a serious look in eyes only a few inches from mine. "Ash? Whatchya looking at?" Then his lips were on mine, every bit as soft as I'd imagined. I leaned forward craving more, but screaming inside. My lungs were giving out already. I was starting to feel lightheaded, but this was even harder to pull away from than the sensations under water.

He pulled back, grinning. "How was that?"

I panted, but smiled. "It's lots of fun, but, really Ash! I do need a little air!"

2. THEME: Attention Pairing: DAML Title: Insane

WARNING: MAY LOVERS MAY NOT LIKE WHAT THEY SEE…! I'm warning you because you tend to be a violent people (a few of you, not all. My darling reviewers are fantastic, yup yup), a very angry group of people. I thought this was funny…but I'm special like that.

Insane? I went insane once!

I love contests.

Love? I was in love!

I was in love with Drew!

Drew? Drew was my rival!

Rival? Rivals don't ever fall in love.

Fall? Lots of girls fell in love with Drew!

Girls? Drew had lots of fangirls!

Fangirls? I hate those fangirls!

Hate? I hated not being special to him!

Special? Drew sometimes gave me special gifts!

Gifts? I got flowers from Drew a few times!

Flowers? Drew gave me plenty of flowers!

Plenty? Drew had plenty of things better than me.

Better? They say I'll never get better.

They? They don't know what they're talking about.

Talking? They say I'm crazy!

Crazy? –giggle- That's like insane!

Insane? I went insane once…!

3. THEME: Hell Pairing: AAML Title: Secret

It was hell.

It was heaven.

It burned her.

It warmed her.

Every glance, every touch, every smile he cast her way sent her into a new kind of torture.

He was even learning to tease her, prod at her, send her senses reeling.

Of course, he didn't know how he was torturing her.

He just thought they were playing.

Playing, what a word for the pain he put her through, the hand holding, the play fighting, the random hugs.

He thought that she didn't like being touched, that she couldn't stand it.

Well, he was right about the last bit.

She couldn't stand those fingers flicking across her skin, even if it was for just a moment.

It made her long for something that could never be, something that could never happen.

A love between Ash and Misty.

Because he would always look at her with those big sweet eyes and that good natured smile…

And no matter how hard she tried. He would see her.

The runt.

The annoying tagalong.

He couldn't see the girl she was, the one who loved him so much is made her ache and want to scream in pain.

Yet it made her life complete, and she couldn't imagine her life without this…obsession.

It warmed her.

It burned her.

It was heaven.

It was hell.

4. THEME: Sarcasm Pairing: DAML Title: Hiding (Hmm…my DAML's seem to be angry lately…)

"Stop it!"

I froze. In all the time I'd known the dazzling girl before me, I'd never heard her scream like that. Her voice sounding as if someone ripped it from her with a knife, twisting it and ripping out the words from her chest. What had I done? It'd only been the same as I'd always done. I'd teased her, she'd weakly retort back, we'd continue until I'd left her speechless and I'd walk away, proud and content. It was the way things always worked.

"May?"

"Why won't you stop?" She screamed. She ran her hands into loose hair and screamed. She just opened her mouth and screamed wordlessly, eyes shut, tears forming at the corners of her eyes. "No matter what signals I send off, no matter what I do, you just won't stop!"

"May, I didn't-"

"Yes you did!" She cut me off. "I told you! I told you and told you! You just never opened your ears up to listen! Why can't you pay attention? Instead of being a jerk all the time you could be the kind of guy a girl could like! Maybe then a girl would do more than throw her underwear at you! Maybe they'd do more than scream about how they want to have your babies! Maybe they'd act like you were a person, and not some false god!"

"They don't-"

"Oh yes they do! If you would open up your ears, open up your eyes would understand that! Look around you! The world is screaming what they want from someone like you! Someone smart, someone witty, someone who can coordinate the most beautiful routines the world had ever seen!" She shook her head at me. She shook. I wondered why? She hadn't been running, just screaming. Did screaming make you that tired?

"I'm sorry," I said my cocky exterior still showing through.

"Lies," She spat venomously.

"No it's not. I'm plenty sorry May. Believe me." I didn't sound as desperate as I had intended. I sounded aloof, too cool too care, if you would. I should've been on my knees, begging for forgiveness. I should've tried to find someway to fix it.

"I don't believe you."

"Oh, come on." I rolled my eyes. "Why don't you just sit down and watch some TV?"

"No, Drew," She said, laughing lightly, slightly hysteric. "No, Drew, I won't. Not this time. This time, we're done. I'm done with you, I'm done with this. I used to think that maybe, just maybe, somewhere inside you, there was a good person. I thought there was a good person deep down inside that bad one. But nope, you found a way to prove me wrong. Aren't you good at that? I hope you're proud of that. In fact, I hope you're proud of that very last sarcastic comment. I hope you'll remember it as the thing that drove your only hope of love away. Anne Frank, ha! People are basically good, my ass!"

She stormed out. I wanted to go after her, I did. That good part of me just couldn't move trapped inside that overwhelming too cool to care shell, the one that smirked and said that she'd be back. Which she never was. She was never my lover, my girlfriend, or even my friend again. The inside me sobbed, that last comment I gave to her echoing in my head as long as I lived. It wouldn't go away.

May, I love you with the burning desire of a million flames.

See, the worst thing of all? I wasn't even trying to be sarcastic. Nice Drew came out. Nice Drew showed his face. Then May slapped Nice Drew across the face and he went back into hiding, under my skin as the good, defensive Drew took over. Perhaps, in retrospect, that was where he belonged anyway…

5. THEME: Need Pairing: AAML Title: Torturing

This was plain cruel.

There they were, hiding Misty under a blanket in the truck, Ash putting his feet under it (and bags and other items) so he lump couldn't be distinguished among the others. She just had to be special, didn't she? She had to be the hero for once and steal a pokémon right from Giovanni's lap. Literally, right from his lap. She couldn't have helped it, seeing a weak, defenseless pokémon, but why did it have to go this way?

Ugh, why did they have to admit their feelings just a few hours earlier?

Now she was torturing him. She dragged her fingers teasingly along his thighs, making his face redden and his breath come in gasps. He was supposed to be sick anyway, so everyone else in the truck just thought he was a good actor. No one suspected he was being tortured by his female friend. She knew every hot spot along his legs, just where to touch to send him near over the edge before putting her hand down. Which was worse. He could've tuned it out after a while if she'd just kept the steady pace but she had to vary it, keep his nerve endings on end. He hated her. He hated her so much.

And he needed to touch her so bad.

"Ash, you okay there?" Brock asked, turning with Rudy to eye him. He was in the flatbed of the trunk, the other two were in the front seats. Lucky bastards. Misty wouldn't have dreamed of touching them. She would've been the good, law abiding girl he always thought she was. Who knew Misty was actually the antichrist sent to make his life a living hell. Oh, what a laugh. He just loved his life. Her hands were starting again.

"Fine," He strangled out.

"You're doing a great job acting, but we're not to the post yet, you don't need to start now."

"I'm, er, uh," he panted, trying to think of a intelligible response other than 'Misty, either stop touching me or cuddle but I can't handle this, my will isn't as strong as you think.' "I'm just getting into character, I guess. What if someone sees me, fine, and than tells at the post? We'll be screwed."

"Good idea," Rudy agreed. He grinned. "So, how's Misty doing down there?"

"She's got to be sleeping or something," Ash tried to shrug casually. Thankfully Rudy turned away.

'Hey, Ash, do you know what I'm writing?' Misty's fingers spelled along his thighs.

"Yes," He hissed. "Misty, you cut it out. It's not funny. You're torturing me, do you know that?"

'Yes,' The fingers wrote again, stretching the word all along his legs. 'But it's so much fun!' He jumped a bit at the dot on the exclamation point. 'But you can't do a single thing about it can you? No, no you can't. Poor little Ashy.'

"We're at the post and…oh shit," Brock swore. He rolled down the window as the car slowed and snatched off a wanted poster. "They're out for you too, Ash. Get under the covers, quick! You can't let them see you!"

Ash nodded excitedly, too cheerfully for their liking, and darted under the cover. He pinned Misty, grinned wickedly, and put a finger to his lips. "No noise, they'll hear us." His fingers slid down to her thighs and began to write on them. 'You can't do a single thing about it, can you? No, you can't. Poor little Misty!'

She shook her head and him and rolled her eyes and mouthed, 'Sorry, I'm a little better at controlling my hormones.'

"Mew dammit."

"SHHH!"

6. THEME: Bother Pairing: DAML Title: Annoying

"Whatchya doin'?" May giggled, leaning close to Drew. He was frowning.

"Trying to pretend I travel alone. Without you," He muttered. He was combating Max in a video game. Yes, there were cheats written on his hand, but the kid was good! So what if he hit square, double X, down, up, left, right, circle, circle, L1 and boosted his health back up to full power? It wasn't cheating. He was just using every part of his mind to his advantage. The sad thing? Max was still kicking his ass. Did he ever feel like a loser.

"What's written on your hand?"

"An elaborate plot to ditch you in a gutter. Go away."

"Aw, Drew, that's not very nice to poor me."

"You think I give a damn?"

"You should, I'm the best friend you've got, Drew!" She pinched his cheek playfully. He slapped her away. They were much more playful now that they were both seventeen, and well aware of the concept of 'flirting'. "But, even though we're the best of friends, I think I should put my brother first. Don't you think so? I do. Max, I think you should automatically win the game. Call that no cheats card you've got up your sleeve."

"He's using cheats?" Max glared. "You're using cheats?"

"…It's a lie," Drew snapped. "Who are you going to believe? Your stupid sister who knows nothing about BattleGalaxyMega 316, special director's cut, or me? I hope you know the right choice, Max." He swore when Max did a fancy combination of his own to block the cheat codes. "I hate you May."

"I know."

"How long have you been doing this?"

"Three hours," she laughed, pinching his sore cheek again. "And distracting you isn't getting old."

"You're not distracting me, you're annoying me!" He growled.

"Annoying, huh?" She laughed. She leaned forward and whispered in his ear, causing Drew to drop the controller with his mouth wide open. "Alright, was that annoying, or distracting?"

"Drew lost! I win! Ha!" Max cheered. He looked over and pulled a face. "Oh, ew. Hormones."

Drew sighed, "I guess it's both. You mean what you said?"

"No, I'm not ever doing that. It's disgusting."

"Now you're just annoying."

7. THEME: Pretty Pairing: AAML Title: Message

"Ash, what are you doing?" I squealed, attempting to get away from the marker writing on my exposed midriff. Why, oh why did I have to wear these shirts? My "loving boyfriend" did this to me constantly. I'd be abruptly woken up in the morning with my skinny, awesome body pinned under his chubby, fat, ugly boy body (which is pretty boney) while he wrote his special message or quote of the day. Typically, it was something I had gotten wrong on our journey or something he thought I was insecure about. Not that I'm insecure about anything. I'm perfect, duh. "Quit it, you idiot! That tickles!"

"You're not ticklish," Ash commented icily. "So stop wriggling."

"Having these stupid thing printed on my stomach can get awfully embarrassing, especially sense we're meeting up with all our old friends," I mumbled, but stopped squirming anyway. "Why'd you have to do this anyway? Huh? What have I ever done to you?"

"Where do I begin?" Ash rolled his eyes. He switched markers again. Each letter was going to be a different color. Great. Weren't we going on TV to talk about Ash's fantastic journey today? Gee, I really hoped he used colors that matched the yellow outfit that was supposed to have a red shirt under it, which he stole and burned, laughing insanely and saying that he'd finally see my 'Six Pack of Death'. I told him to keep his shirt on, because I didn't want to see his flab.

Yeah, I'm a girl with a six pack, stronger than my partner. Do you have a problem with that? "Very funny Ash. I meant, what have I done to you recently. I already told you that everything I did to you back then was due to unresolved sexual tension."

"And for fun."

"And for fun," I laughed, then began to pout. "When are you going to stop doing this, Ash? You know I can't wash it off unless I scrub in the shower! We won't get a shower until after that stupid TV performance. Everyone knows we'll be on, they'll laugh at me Ash! You don't want your poor, hurt, weak but not insecure girlfriend to get laughed at, do you Ash? I'll cry! I'll sob uncontrollably. You don't want to see me hurt, do you?" I gave him my wide, innocent eyes. Look as sweet as possible, maybe he'll show mercy. Maybe he'd get out that scrubbing brush and take off the marker for once. It didn't seem to work.

"That's what today's message is all about."

"Ash," I growled warningly. "You better not write something embarrassing on me."

"Don't worry Misty. You can only get embarrassed if you're insecure," Ash chuckled. He finished with the last of his markers and leaned forward onto my chest, tightly pressed against me. He pulled my ear with his teeth to make me smile and whispered, "You're not insecure in the least, are ya, pretty girl?"

"Oh, Ash, don't call me pretty," I said, blushing.

"Why not?"

"Because I'm not," I said, shaking my head. I sat up, pushing him back with me. "Now you're just making fun of me. I know I'm not ugly, but I'm not pretty either. You know how much I hate it when you start making fun of my looks."

"But Misty, you're so sweet and kind and nice…" Ash began.

I stopped him. "Ash! We were talking about me being pretty, not a good person!" I began to laugh. He touched a finger to my lips and used the other one to trace over the words on my stomach. I'd gotten good at this. My eyes fluttered closed and I concentrated on the feeling of his sliding fingers along my stomach. "It…is…what…is…on…that…do that one again," I said, a smile fighting onto my face. He must've smirked as he ran his fingers over my most sensitive spot again. I loved that feeling. The surprise of him touching it always sent my mind reeling. This time I was able to concentrate a bit more on the words rather than the feelings he shot through me. He finished with a flourish of running his hand from my forehead down to the top of my jeans, where he pulled me closer by my belt loops.

"What's it say again?" He whispered in my ear. "I think I already forgot exactly where you're so pretty."

"Ash, you're such a dork." I kissed his cheek and hugged him tight. "It's what's on the inside that counts."

8. THEME: Flying Pairing: DAML Title: Proposition

Flying on Drew's flygon was the most fun I'd had in all my life. We could only do it for so long, before we got too big and flygon too old. We obviously couldn't get a new one, hurt poor Flygon's feelings. Poor baby. I've grown to love him over the years.

The love was probably influenced by the, uh, proposition I was given on the creature's back.

A marriage proposal, from Drew.

I was surprised. He'd attached seatbelts so the rides could be wild, so we'd never fall off. Then, right during a dip he turned and kissed me. The two sensations combined together sent me into a delightful swirl of ecstasy. His kisses always sent shivers down my spine, and I hoped they always would.

Now that we're married, oh, I'm flying. I'm constantly flying.

Just not in the same way…

9. THEME: Food Pairing: AAML Title: Sexual Tension (Look at the title before reading)

"Misty, stop it!" Ash snapped.

"What?" She asked, looking up from the carton of ice cream. Her eyes were so sweet, so innocent. She was just eating a carton ice cream. She was just slowly raising the spoon to her mouth, slowly putting it in, then, oh so slowly, pulling it back out. Of course, she then had to lick the spoon completely clean before putting it back into the carton and starting the process all over again. That slow, slow process.

And Ash had to watch.

"You're…stop it!"

"I'll stop what I'm doing to you if you'll tell me what I'm doing," Misty giggled, beginning to nibble at her ice cream yet again. She tilted her head down and looked up at him, smiling in an almost seductive way before resuming her snack.

"You're doing it on purpose, aren't you?" Ash shouted. His mouth was dry, his heart was thunking, he was completely lightheaded.

"Ash, what the hell are you talking about?" Misty laughed lightly. "I'm not doing anything!"

"Yes you are!" He growled. "You're making me want to jump you!"

"I make you that mad?" She giggled. "You're going to mug me?"

The giggles stopped when she was tackled to the floor, pinned by a surprisingly, well, sexy Ash. He threw the ice cream from her hands, letting it splatter to the floor. "Heh, not exactly," he purred. He kissed her, slowly, deeply, passionately, then rolled off her with a grin. "I feel better now. You can go."

"Too bad, Ash," She giggled, climbing on top of him. "I'm just gettin' started."

10. THEME: Blood Pairing: DAML Title: Blood (Oh, come off it. So I wasn't creative with this title. Nyeh. Doom on you naysayers! (Last part made no sense, sorry)

The blood that leaked out was as red as her clothes, so tight it made his mouth dry.

The blood that poured out was blue. He was blue blood. He was rich. She was middle class. She didn't care.

Why couldn't he?

The blood that poured out was purple, deep, rich, a blend of the two colors.

The two of them, swirling together in one place.

It was symbolic.

A hand wiped at his forehead.

"Drew, you okay? You're mumbling." A giggle. "Who knew having you get all these blood tests would make you so loopy?"

"Love ya," He said softly, feeling his eyes slide closed.

"What? Drew, I can't hear you. Drew? Drew? He just fainted! Somebody get a doctor!"

"I didn't faint," He muttered. "I'm just lightheaded. Don't be stupid."

She sweatdropped. "Heh, oops."

Fourteen more to go. How…-sigh- I'm gonna miss y'all!