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More humor than romance, a little stupid. Don't you love double genres?

AAML

"Whoa, like, little sister, you totally fainted," Lily said. Her mouth dropped open as she stared at the Cerulean runt, unconscious on the floor just a few feet away from her computer. "Like, maybe I shouldn't have showed her what like, fanfiction was. At least like, I didn't bring her to deviantart! I guess somebody, like, found their way over to the celebrity section! Wonder what she, like, read?"

"Lily?" Misty asked, sitting up and holding her head. "Oh, Lily, I just had the worst dream! You were there, and I was there…You took me to this weird site called fanfiction dot net. At first, I was just looking up InuKag fics in the Inuyasha section. Then, I was suddenly in a pokémon section. It was just a bit of stories shipping people I've never even heard of before. Sipping…how do I even know that term? I was only in the section for a few minutes!" Lily shook her head at the pathetic girl. "How long was I reading?"

"Almost, like, two hours."

"Holy crap!"

"Hey, little sister, if you don't mind me asking…like, what'd you see that made you faint? I've, like, never seen you do that before."

"It was horrible, Lily! It was absolutely horrible!" She looked up at her older pink haired sibling, scarred for life by the fanfiction writers and their evil ways. "It was all of us, you, me, Daisy and Violet. We all hooked up in some kind of weird, lesbian, incest orgy!"

"Like, ew."

"I know! It makes you stomach twist, right?"

"Have you done anything with, like, a pokémon yet? I've, like, been paired up with a bunch of pokémon. It's, like, totally gross. There are, like, some really weird people out there. That's, like, why you have to check the rating. You shouldn't search with the mature rating, like, on."

"Lil?"

"Like, yeah, littler sister?"

"Stop talking about interspecies before I throw up."

"Well it's, like, true!"

"It's sick!"

"You shouldn't have, like, gone to the pokémon section!" Lily snapped. "Like, cool your temper before I, like, cool it for you. Who else were you, like, paired with."

"Brock and Gary."

"Like, weird."

"I know!"

"Not that. I mean, like, you came across egoshipping and gymshipping before pokeshipping."

"What's that?" Misty asked. Lily shook her head again. "If you don't tell me, I'll just look it up myself! Fanfiction has a search engine! That's probably as powerful as Google! I'll have no problem finding pikashipping on here!" Misty snapped, then blushed. "Er, never mind. I meant pokeshipping. I've already seen what pikashipping is."

"It's, like, a really bad idea, Misty. You're totally going to scream or faint again. Especially since there's 215 hits for it and it goes by, like, twenty different names. It might be the most popular ship in, like, the entire fandom. It's, like, kinda fun to read."

"AAML?" Misty blinked. "What's that? Why is it in the same story as pokeshipping? Am I with two guys at once or something?" Her eyes narrowed. "What kind of girl do these people think I am? In the name of all that is good, I'm not a whore!"

"Like, Misty, wait," Lily stopped her from clicking the blue link. "You might, like, faint again if you don't find this out from a friend. You should hear this from, like, someone who really cares about you and you, like, can totally trust them back!"

"Who can I find like that?" Misty asked, cocking her head to the side.

"Like, me!" Lily huffed.

"I don't trust you."

"Aw, like, why not?"

"Because the last time I listened to you, I woke up in the hospital with a cast on my leg and a dunce cap on my head, and the time before that I almost got sold as a pokémon to a blind man after you put tape over my mouth and threw a fur coat on me."

"Well, like, the last time you trusted me you were, like, three and stupid. It's, like, not my fault that you believed me when I told you we like, were actually pixies from, like, Fairytopia and could, like, fly and stuff. Why would you, like, jump off the roof?"

"Like, why would you let me?" Misty growled, mocking the way her sister talked. "Because you didn't try to stop me and just watched me fling myself off the roof. It's your fault."

"I still say, like, it's not my fault you were that stupid," Lily rolled her eyes. "Anyway, you're, like, absolutely sure you want to know what AAML is?"

"Yes!" Misty shouted impatiently, blowing her bangs up and watching them float right back down. "I want to know who I'm paired with already! It can't be any worse than that freaking incest orgy I just read about! Who I am paired up with here? A mop?"

"I, like, don't think you're ready."

"Just tell me what it is already!"

Lily groaned, but leaned forward to explain to her little sister nevertheless. Misty blushed, then paled. "You're lying. Lily, you've got to be. All those people couldn't possible think…me and him…Nobody knows us! How could that many people ship us together, you liar?"

"It's like, him and I."

"Did you just correct my grammar?"

"Hey, like, just because I say 'totally' and 'like' all the time doesn't, like, mean I'm a retard. I know some serious grammar lessons, Misty."

"B-but I…" She swallowed, her situation coming back to her. "We couldn't possible be shipping together by that many people. Why would they care so much about him and me, er, I? We've only had two interviews together! How do they even know who I am?"

"Ash talks about you, like, all the time."

"…All the time?"

"Yeah, like, he totally won't shut up about you torturing him. But, like, sometimes he says nice stuff about you. That's, like, probably why you're shipped so much." Lily pause. "Plus, you, like, remember you kissed him on live TV? At award ceremony?"

"I was just fooling around," Misty squealed with horror. "We…Lily, we didn't actually kiss. We fakes it! Even the press knows we fakes it and the press never knows anything!"

"Which is, like, probably why people, like, pokeshippers, more like were so eager to ignore the reports. Everyone, like, probably know about those secret crushes you have on another," she teased wickedly, tweaking Misty's nose before darting a few feet back.

"Okay, Lily, that's not funny."

"But you two do like each other, don't you?"

"No! We don't like each other! We're just close friends, Lily. Close friends of opposite genders tend to, you know," She blushed, "flirt and stuff. It doesn't mean anything! It's just two friends being playful. We're not serious about it. There's nothing going on."

"Uh-huh, like, I believe your lie, little sister," Lily teased.

"It's not a lie! It's the honest to goodness truth!" Misty said, her voice leaping up in pitch. "I ought to give these people a piece of my mind! Lily, tell me how I talk to them and tell them how completely and totally wrong they are about how I feel about Ash!" She slammed her fists on the table.

"Like, don't be a flamer, little sister. That's, like, totally gay."

"Lily, you shouldn't call anything gay unless you mean happy or a fanny pack."

"Like, why a fanny pack?"

"Because, Lil. Fannypacks are gay. There's no other way to describe them. Fannypacks and manpurses." Misty shook her head in disgust. "Anyway, what's a flamer? Besides, the slang term for a flamer is supposed to be a really flamboyant homosexual."

"It's, like, someone who says, like, totally mean things about people's stories. If,like, you yell at them for the pairing, then you'll totally be a flamer. Nobody likes them, like, at all. You could, like, go to their profile and PM them. Then, like, you won't have a nasty review on their story for people to, like, see."

"Great."

"But, like, there's kinda a catch."

Misty groaned and smacked her forehead. "Ugh, I should've known. There's always a catch with you guys. What? Do I have to talk in webchat or something?"

"You have to, like, make an account."

"Can I just use yours?" Misty asked.

Lily giggled nervously, "Well, like, you see. I kinda, like, did a flame on this total noob and got kicked off the site for violence. It figures, like, she knew how to hit the, like, abuse button better than she could like, write. Can't believe I, like, got my account frozen for that."

Misty rolled her eyes at her sister's pouting face. "You probably just got spoiled off of Violet's writing. Not everyone is as good at that as our sister, especially not out here on the internet. It's hard to write well, very few people can do it. You shouldn't judge people so critically."

"But, like, the least they could do is, like, not write in webchat," Lily grumbled.

"You? The queen of texting? You're against webchat?" Misty snorted. "Somebody alert the media. When did that happen, Lily? I saw you using webchat on IM just a few minutes…well, make that two hours ago. This fanfiction stuff is addicting."

Lily crossed her arms over her chest, still pouting. "IM is, like, on thing. Like, writing my favorite Fruits Basket manga fanfiction is, like, totally another. If you, like, are going to write something, at least, like, make a real effort into it. Otherwise it, like, wastes their time and mine!

"Good for you, Lily. Now help me make an account so I can swear this girl out," Misty grinned, her fingers tapping on the keyboard lightly. "Oh, this is going to be so sweet."

"Like, fanfiction won't let you, like, swear," Lily explained. "It'll, like, totally censor you out if you swear at her in a PM. Like, try your best to keep it clean, little sister.

"Oh, son of a (THIS COMMENT/WORD HAD BEEN CENSORED ALONG WITH ALL LINKS (TO AVOID PAM) TO WASTE YOUR TIME, COMPLICATE MATTERS TO NO END, AND RAISE YOUR BLOOD PRESSURE BY FANFICTION. THANK YOU, AND WE APOLOIZE FOR ANY INCOVIENCE)!"

"Lily," Misty blinked, "I just got censored."

"Well, like, you shouldn't have. The story's, like, only rated T."

Raven the Ravenous shouted, "You broke the fourth wall again!"

Dear Reader,

Are you really Misty Waterflower, or are you just another girl named Misty?
I guess, thanks for reading my story, even if you aren't into AAML. We're
all entitled to our own opinions on the pairings, I just think that Ash and
Misty are so cute together! I've been an Ash fangirl ever since he first
came on TV. Then I saw how he acted around you (or Misty, if you're not
her) and how she acted around him and I just thought they were in love!
They act so, so much like boyfriends and girlfriend and I'm such a fan of
love/hate relationships from real life and anime! If you wouldn't mind
reading it again, could you tell me what was wrong/right with it? I just
want to be a better writer, and every review would help a lot! I've got
other stories too, if you don't want to read AAML. I do a bunch of
pairings from Naruto and other shows on Cartoon Network if you want
to look at any of those.
- AAMLlover12490847682736827

"Like, did you even read the story, or did you just, like, totally freak when you saw the names?" Lily scolded. "Didn't you just, like, tell me not to judge writer's so, like, quickly? You're, like, such a total flamer, Misty. You're, like, making some inspiring author's, like, totally feel bad."

"Put a lid on it, Lillian," Misty said, reddening. "I guess you're right…in a way. I…I haven't read it. I should before I say anything. I can't criticize what I don't know. That's wrong." She eyes the computer warily. "It's only rated K . It can't be that bad. It's just like, fluff and friendship kind of thing, right?"

"Yeah, sure, like, are you going to faint if you read about you and Ash? That's be, like, so hilarious and I'd love to get it on tape or camera. Ooh! We could make that, like, our Christmas Card and send it out to, like, everyone we know! That'd be, like, so funny."

"Shut up, Lily, I'm not going to faint," Misty winced. "I'm probably going to be redder than a tomato though. I hate my face sometimes. I blush way too easily. Can't I just walk away from all this? I'm sure AAMLlover1283773653987289173 won't care. She/he will just move on with their lives and forget this ever happened. Nobody actually cares about that stuff."

"Or, like, maybe she'll kill herself because your comment was, like, the final straw in her crappy life!" Lily said excitedly. "Ohmigod, if we see a teen suicide on the news, it'll, like, be all your fault and you'll totally be guilty for, like, ever!"

"Lily!" Misty shouted.

"Well, like, it could happen," She shrugged. "I was just pointing it out. If you don't want to, you don't have to. It's, like, as simple as that. Besides, I read pokeshipping stories all the time! They're not that bad! I'll review it for you if you need me too!"

"You what?!"

"Yeah, I, like, totally think you make the coolest couple out of all the ones I've seen. I've, like, even seen fanart of you two. I should show you sometime. Maybe you'll, like, think the half naked picture of Ash are cute." She grinned. "After all, he is, like, your boyfriend."

"He's not my boyfriend," Misty growled. "I'm just going to read this story and find just how out of character it is. She'll see that I'm not supposed to be with Ash. Our personalities clash too badly. I'll prove it if I have to do it one shipper at a time!"

"There's, like, thousands."

"Fine, I'll just marry someone else."

"Like, ever heard of an affair, little sister?"

"They wouldn't."

"They, like, totally would. There's, like, so many love triangles it makes my head spin."

"Doesn't take a lot to make your head spin," She muttered too low for Lily to hear, then continued in a louder, disbelieving voice, "You've just got to be pulling my leg! No one would…it's impossible to think that someone would ever…"

"Like, completely change your personality, morals, hopes, dreams, thoughts, action and feelings? They, like, don't really know who you are. You, like, might as well be one of a million TV show characters who are, like, trapped inside all these stories. You can't, like, deny them their freedom and creativity, Misty. Only the government and, like, the people who set guidelines for writing websites can do that."

"Thanks, Lillian, that makes everything loads better."

"Like, don't call me Lillian, Kasumi."

A shudder from Misty. "Mew, I hate that name." She drummed her fingers on the desk for a moment, then turned to her older sister. "I'm still feeling guilty about that comment, Lil. What if they do end up killing themselves and I feel guilty forever?"

"You, like, know how to fix it."

"But it's a story about Ash and me doing romantic things we normally wouldn't do. If I didn't like him, which I don't," she added hurriedly, "I would just think that this is gross, never going to happen nonsense. If Ash did something romantic, maybe I'd even laugh at it. But…but if I liked him…"

Lily waited before urging her to continue. "If you liked him then….like, what would happen Misty?" Another pause. "And it's, like, Ash and I."

The red head glared before giving a sigh and running a hand through her hair. "Then what if it was good, and I get my hopes up? What if I could see stupid, dense Ash admitting he liked me for reasons that I can't think of, but these people can? I can't get my hopes up just to get them crushed."

"Is that, like, why you're afraid to vote Obama?" Lily asked.

Misty blinked. "Lily, who the hell is Obama and what does he have to do with me getting my hopes crushed? I'm spilling my heart out, at least explain what you mean in normal terms."

Lily sweatdropped. "Sorry, Misty. It was, like, an American joke."

"I don't get it."

"Neither do I. They, like, have a weird sense of humor. But, like, back to your situation and big sister here to help you out with, like, all your problems!"

"I'm just letting you know, I think you're the dumbest out of all four of us."

"Yeah, but, like, I'm the best actress and the skinniest so it all evens out. You got the brains, an I, like, didn't. I got the great figure and you kind of, like, chubby."

"You're supposed to be making me feel better! What are you trying to do, give me an eating disorder on top of my love life dilemma? Gee, Lil, what great help you are! Maybe you ought to go into therapy!"

"Like, shut up and read the mewdamned story!" maybe some damn good will come out of it, like shutting your big, chubby mouth for a damn minute!"

"I don't have a big, chubby mouth! I've got a great body and mind and I'm not chubby! You're an air headed fatso and Dad liked me better than you!"

"Fatty, fatty, two by four! Too fat to fit through the kitchen door! One day she have a heart attack and bam! Die on the floor!" Lily said, already preparing tears as a self defense.

"Shut up! Nobody likes you! You're barely in any fanfictions as it is! I'm the famous one now, so grown up!" Lily burst into an actress' tears, which only cause the oh-so-adult-ish Misty to cross her arms, stomp her foot and shout in a whiny voice, "I know you're faking! Baby, baby, stick your head in gravy! Wrap it up in bubble gum and send it to the navy!"

"Ha! You say I'm immature? What kind of retort is that?"

"It's a damn good one! Now get out of my room so I can read fanfiction."

"I'm, like, already gone, but I'm totally getting my revenge."

"Dad still liked me better!"

"You're still, like, chubby."

"Get out of my room!"

Lily picked up the videophone, a wicked gleam in her eyes. On, how her little sister would pay. It was how things worked at the Waterflower household. The place did feel like a jail more than anything. It was a never ending game of risks that involved forming alliances and destroying your enemy. Misty had come after the twins had begun their battle against their wicked older sister, However, with the arrival of the small, screaming mess maker known as "little sister" the three had banded together to fight a common enemy. Thank were probably in order to the young girl for bringing the Sensational Sisters together, but none were given. You didn't give thanks to your enemy. You tied her to the diving board with a gag and left her there 'til morning because she spit in your water bottle and didn't tell you until you had finished drinking it.

" 'Lo, Ketchum's residence. I'm a little tired right now. I can't get my fingers around a pen right, so please don't make me take a message. I'll probably cry if you do. It was such a bad day yesterday, with Gary and everything, and if one more person is a jerk to me, I'm just going to cry until I run out of water. I mean it. So, who's calling me and what do you want?"

"It's Lily."

"Crap. Misty's in the hospital or dead, isn't she? Her dying request was that Ash Ketchum buy all of her sisters bikes, wasn't it?" Ash moaned, turning on the screen. His chin was on the desk, his forehead resting on the screen, and his eyes were tightly closed. "Come on, she got her old bike back, I don't owe her one anymore. I don't care if it was her dying wish."

"Like, do you want to come over to see her today?"

"She has cancer or some deadly disease they can't cure. Like AIDS. She'd blaming me or suing me or something. What does she have?" Ash moaned. "Or worse, what's she suing me for? Do you have a good lawyer? Can I borrow your lawyer?"

"Like, Ash!" She shouted. "I'm just trying to blackmail my sister! Could you, like, haul you ass over here so she can be, like, totally embarrassed? I, like, need to get her back for being a total insulting bitch to me!" He voice took on a whining tone, the same tone she used in collaboration with her sisters to persuade Ash to do almost anything around the gym. Including chores like cleaning the tank and feeding the pokémon (which resulted in a bleeding finger). "You just, like, got to help me, Ash! You, like, hate her as much as I do."

Ash blinked slowly. "But the bus ride is over an hour to get to Cerulean. I really don't want to ride the bus for an hour. I don't want to pay for the bus fair either. Wait, that was wrong. I can't ride the bus before I can't pay for it. I'm broke. Well, I've got enough to get me to Cerulean, but then I'm broke. You want to pay me back for my fair? It's ten dollars."

"Like, sure," Lily agreed. "I'll pay for your fair and give you another, like, ten dollars if you would come and, like, totally embarrass her for me!"

Ash gave a slightly dreamy smile, fantasizing about his future purchases with that ten dollars. "I could buy the new triple whopper with that and have some cash left over. Then I could wing by Wendy's and pick up a frosty and still be home in time for dinner. I'll come."

"Really?"

"Uh-huh, but you'll have to feed me while I'm there too. Meat would be great. What do you have in your freezer?"

"Like…I think we've got some breakfast sausage, but I don't know why you'd, like, eat it plain." She wrinkled her nose. "Like, besides that, imagine the calories! You're going to, like, get totally fat and then how would you get a man?"

"I'm not trying to get a man," Ash shrugged. "I'm not really trying to get a girl, either. Anyway, I'm not going to eat the sausages plain. You've got maple syrup, don't you? If you don't, I guess I could probably use chocolate sauce or powdered sugar."

Daisy's face turned green. "Like, okay, just get over here as fast as possible and stop talking about what you eat," She hissed, and slammed the phone down.

"Pikapal, you'll love me when I'm fat, won't you?"

(Why would I love you when you're fat when I don't love you when you're skinny?) She asked, not a trace of humor in her voice.

"…Bitch."

(Sparky.)

He snorted. "Sparky, what kind of insult is that?"

(It's not an insult, it's a threat,) She crackled dangerously and ran up onto his head. Her little claws scratched his scalp as she got a good, stable grip. (I think I'll stick to the traditional thunderbolt. How does that sound, my dear trainer.)

"Not in the face."

Ash walked off the bus, Pikachu on his shoulder, and walked up to the gym with a sigh. "Why does the bus always smell like vomit and old people?" He asked, wrinkling his nose and inhaling the scent on his shirt. "Ugh, and how does it always manage to stick to people?"

(I don't know, I don't want to know, and you shouldn't want to know either. Couldn't you have won a contest or something? Then we'd come by limo instead of bus 39.)

"If there was a contest, I would've entered and won it. It would've been all expenses paid and come with a free indestructible camera." He paused. "And it wouldn't have been on the bus."

(I hear ya sister.)

"Like, hey cutie," Lily giggled. "I was, like, worried you wouldn't be on time to totally embarrass my sister, but you like, totally made it! I'm so proud of me!"

"Why not me? I braved the bus."

"Like, shut up, Ash. I'm gloating right now," Lily snapped.

"No one likes Ash today," He sighed dejectedly, kicking the dirt beneath his feet. "When can I have my sausages? I really am hungry. I haven't eaten for over two hours!"

"Go upstairs and, like, embarrass my sister before I kick your ass from here to, like, Kanto."

"Did you steal that insult from Misty? She said that to me all the time in the Orange Islands and Johto regions. It doesn't really works as well when we're already in…you look kinda angry at me. Your left eyes is twitching and…I think I'll be heading up the stairs now."

"Like, good idea, twerp," She snarled, voice dripping with venom.

Ash gave a nervous laugh before turning to race up the stairs to Misty's bedroom. "Pikachu, you'll zap Lily if she comes after me, won't you, buddy?" He asked hopefully to the rodent on his shoulder, scratching her lightly behind her ears.

(When you call me buddy, it makes me feel unfeminine. I haven't got a dent in my tail because I'm deformed and now you've gone and made me feel bad about myself. I hope you're proud of yourself.)

"You're such a woman."

(Because I am a girl!) Pikachu glared. (You know what? I don't have to take this. You can pick me up when you're back on the bus home. I'm going to try and steal your sausages.) She leapt from is shoulder and raced down the hall too fast for him to catch.

"Mewdamned rodent! See if you get any ketchup tonight!" Ash shouted, shaking his fist after her playfully. "What is this? Be-Mean-To-Ash Day?"

"Ash? Is that you? Or is that Lily?" She opened the door, not seeming to care that she was clad in just a long tee shirt and flannel bottoms.

"Nice outfit," He chuckled.

Misty grinned and shook her head. "Well, I would've gotten all dolled up for you but I didn't know you were dropping by. So, tell me, to what do I owe this pleasurable encounter? Or, in words you can understand, why the hell are you here, Ketchum?"

"Your sister. She told me to come and blackmail you. Something about you being mean to her and she's seeking her revenge?" The red head snorted and waved him off. "What is it with your family and grudges? I know women are supposed to never let things go, but don't you all take this a little too far?"

"You broke my bike. I can't just let you get away with it, can I? We have problems letting things go. I don't know why Lily would send you over here. I'm not doing anything near blackmail worthy." She felt her face twitch the second she finished the sentence. The computer was gleaming with some rather blackmail worthy things.

"You do," Ash grinned, his curious nature taking over. "It's right on your face! Let me in, show me what's going on in there! You watching something you're not supposed to? Playing with dolls? Cross-dressing? Listening to Alvin and the Chipmunks?"

"Ash, you listen to Alvin and the Chipmunks," She glared. She took a step to center herself in the doorway and blocking his way in. "You're not getting in this room, Ketchum, to if I have to stand here all day and night. Get your butt back to Pallet."

"I'm getting into the room whether you want me to or not. Why don't you just save yourself the embarrassment and let me in?"

"Never," She snarled. "Do whatever you want, but you won't be able to get through this door. I'm like the Alamo. I've got nothing to lose but my pride. Bring it." She urged him on with her hands.

"Just remember, you asked for it," He grinned, backing up to the other side of the hallway. Tackling her at his current height and weight was probably not the smartest or safest thing to do. Then again, the boy had always been reckless. So Ash happily raced forward, felt his body collide (a bit painfully) with Misty's, then topple down to the carpeted floor hard enough to make the gym tremble.

"Oh, ow," Misty hissed. "You are so lucky I can move my toes, because if you had paralyzed me you'd be so sued it's not even funny." She punched him in the head. "You can't be doing that anymore, Ashy. You really hurt my back with all that extra weight you've gained."

He beamed and jumped to his feet, flexing his biceps proudly. "It's all muscle too. I've got the power deep inside. Hey, look, your computer's on! His face lit up and he raced over to the machine despite the screaming girl attached to his leg. "Oh! You finally found our section of fanfiction. I was wondering when you'd get there. I was more expecting screams of horror than you reading AAML stuff, but people surprise you. You want me to show you some good ones? I know the fanfiction classics."

Misty quietly stood up, then sat in the chair next to the rapidly clicking boy. "You…" She began after a moment. "You read all this fanfiction stuff too? Even the romance stuff?"

"Half of the stuff on ff dot net is romance. If you don't want to read it, you're usually screwed. Even action fics usually have some kind of kissing in them."

"You read all the pairings?"

"Nope, just some of my personal favorites."

She was fixated on his face now, searching for lies. "Your favorites? I'd guess you're not reading much about you and Pikachu, what are your favorite pairings?"

"Shippings," Ash corrected. "Anyone with Brock, 'cept you, of course. It's a little weird to see my best friends making out. I tend to read contestshipping. A few different shipping with Dawn. But mostly, I read AAML, pokeshipping, twerpshipping, whatever you want to call it."

"Why would you want to do that?" Misty blinked in confusion, eyes flicking to the screen in shock. "Hey! How'd you get into-?"

She was hugged by his soft lips covering her own, holding her close with a small smile on his lips. "If you didn't want me to know you liked me, you shouldn't have reviewed my story."

"Your grammar was horrible and it barely deserved to be called a story. It was a loose idea you connected with sentence fragments, fluff, and a kiss at the end. Also, you have the most retarded screen name. Even worse than AAMLlover38743982743824798327493874398212309."

"That's a mouthful," he laughed.

Misty rolled her eyes and pulled him onto the comfy, carpeted floor. "You're a real charmer, Misty'sSecretAdmirer. Do me a favor drop the fanfics?"

"Why would I have to write a new one? I already got my fairytale ending."

"Oh, Brock, that's way too fluffy." Ash complained, nestled comfortably with Misty on the couch. "That's not even how it happened. I thought we were trying to stop internet rumors, not make more of them!"

"I think it's a great tradition line," Misty countered. "I just think that Ash shouldn't be the one saying for him. It's too romantic. It's too…girly and rainbows and fairies and gay."

"Misty!" Tracey scolded at her language.

"I meant happy gay, Tracey, not gay gay. There's a big difference. Brock, just delete the story, alright? It's a horrible idea anyway. I've seen so many of these fics around it makes me nauseous to think about.

"But my brainchild!" He cried, wrapping his computer in a hug. "Screw all of you! My baby will be posted whether you want it to or not!"

The other tree rolled their eyes and whispered, "Someone's going to get flamed."

"Hey, look! A review already! From TeHsToRyDeStRuCkToUr. He sounds nice…"

Two quotes o' the day, since I missed last chapter's.

Latin teacher – "And no person in the world will even have the same genes as you.
A very tired, seventh grade me – "But what if you give them your pants?"

"Yakko, can you conjugate?"
"What? Why, I've never even kissed a girl before!"
"No, no, no! I'll conjugate with you."
"Goodnight everybody." –Animaniacs