A/N: Hey all! Thanks for the reviews! I sure do like getting them lol so if you're reading this series then maybe you can kinda guess that I like to write the pokemon characters a little older. The show started when I was ten so it's like they should have grown up with me you know? Anyways, I also like to add a twinge bit of real life stuff and how they would act if they were us in our world, and I also like to write them in a real person sort of way… weird I know but we can't all stay kids forever. =) But I'm glad most of you like my style. At least I hope so…I also would like to add that I write them OOC most of the time mostly because of my style and because of the way I want them to be when they get older…but I try to keep them the same too. I don't put them OOC outrageously but if I do go ahead and feel free to tell me that I am. Any ways, let's get on with chapter three shall we?

Claustrophobic

Claus-tro-pho-bic: n. An abnormal fear of being enclosed in a small space.

Ash Ketchum was never afraid of anything, or so he kept telling himself. I mean, after almost dying on several occasions, soaring through the sky on the backs of Pidgeotto, Charizard, or Flygon, and swimming to the depths of the ocean to help legendary water pokemon, and fighting evil on a regular basis…what was left to be scared of? So yes, he would proudly say that he was very much unafraid of most things. Not of bug pokemon, not of Team Rocket, not of girls, and not even afraid of Brock's creepy heart eyes after noticing a gorgeous older woman walk by. This if anything, was something to be brag about.

In fact, as he ran down an empty alleyway dragging a redheaded girl by her hand behind him, he could even admit that he wasn't nervous that some weird and dangerous looking thugs were after them. It was more like an adrenaline rush really, and it actually caused a silly smile to appear on his face as he turned a sharp corner into a different looking alley way.

"You're enjoying this aren't you?" Misty accused breathlessly glancing at him before looking over her shoulder.

"Oh come on Mist, don't say that this isn't funny! I mean it's not like they'll ever catch up with us," he shouted at her, tugging her arm hard and jerking both their bodies around another corner and onto a small brown bridge that was more of an overpass. Shit. He should have just kept his mouth shut.

In front of them was a huge man, wearing no shirt but instead a black leather vest covered in fur, ripped up blue jeans and large black boots over them. But he wasn't the reason why Ash halted to a complete stop and had Misty crash into him, her hands grabbing onto the back of his jacket. No the reason was in front of the man, and it happened to be a lot bigger than the buff goon.

The evolved form of Growlithe stood with his paws apart and in a defensive stance, which could easily turn into a form of attack. His fur was covered in bright orange and black fur, his chest, tail and the fur on the back of his head was all tan fuzz. The Arcanine bared his extremely large teeth and let out a ferocious howl.

"You were saying?" Misty squeaked, her grip on his jacket tightening.

"Heh."

As the pokemon opened his jaws more to let out a flamethrower, Ash used his quick reflexes to grab Misty's arm and pull her to the left where they dropped of the small bridge and onto the lower ground.

"Get them!" Someone shouted, and as soon as the two teens regained their footing, they shot off disappearing into an alley way.

"In here," Ash hissed noticing a small space that was between too closely built buildings. He shoved himself inside, her body snug against his, and breathed a sigh of relief as a rush of pounding footsteps and loud angry shouting passed by them. Oh yeah, good move Mister Pokemon Master. He inwardly congratulated himself, before freezing as the same man from the bridge could be seen approaching the area, his Arcanine sniffing around. Hopefully that dog didn't have a good sense of smell.

Ash held his breath suddenly, not because of the ever approaching pokemon, but because Misty pressed her body harder against him in her obvious fear. He looked down, and flushed in embarrassment as he suddenly realized the uh…awkward position they were in. One of his hands was around her waist, clutching at the bare skin there, and the other was firmly clenched onto the bottom hem of her jean shorts. Her own hands were gripping onto the lapels of his jacket, pulling her into him as she buried her face into his chest not noticing that he could feel her breasts against him and that one of her legs and slid in between his.

Oh gosh their bodies were much to close. He could feel his heartbeat thump even more loudly and his palms began to sweat. He choked back his saliva as she let out a small whimper that made the air around them suddenly become unbearably hot. And how weird, his body was…trembling? He let out a small gasp as she pushed herself against him more and he was fully leaning against his side of the wall, not a sliver of space remained between them. His chest heaved, and he was fighting for air. He didn't know what was going on but he certainly was not enjoying it. He broke from his reverie as a sniffing sound got ever so loud, a black nose approaching the tiny entrance of their hiding spot. Forgetting his embarrassment, he wrapped his arms around her body, a habit of trying to protect someone. Oh this was it.

"Piplup use bubblebeam now!" Dawn's voice shouted causing the large dog pokemon to look away and attack at the small penguin pokemon. The two waited as they listened to the battle, Misty letting out a sigh of relief as it sounded like their friend was the victor.

"Thank goodness," the redhead said looking up at him, causing him to remember the intimate embrace they were in.

"Ack!" he shouted releasing her slim form and scrambling to get out of the cramped up space, his face covered in a heavy blush. His knees weakened and he fell onto the ground, panting for air.

"Lucky I was there to save you guys huh Ash?" The bluenette sneered placing her hands on her hips and looking down at him.

"What's wrong with you?" Brock asked from beside her, noticing the raven haired boy's condition.

"Thanks so much Dawn! If you hadn't showed up we would have been goners," Misty piped up once she freed herself from the buildings and running over to them and taking Azurill from Brock. Brock looked from Ash, to Misty, to the little tiny space before looking back down at Ash, who was smiling at Pikachu as the rodent patted his back in comfort.

"What's the matter Ash? You a little claustrophobic?" The older boy grinned, crossing his arms watching in satisfaction as the younger boys face turned redder than a tomato. Since that incident Ash would no longer say he was not scared of anything because it just so happened that if he was in a small area and a girl with red hair was near he would yelp and get the hell out of town.

A/N: Ha ha ha, this one is….funny I guess. Um, anyways I think I'll tell y'all what I'm planning on doing with each different chapter. Like the first was more like Ash, the second was Misty, and so now the third one is Ash again. I think I kinda like it in that order myself. Well anyways, tell me what you think about this one if you would! I would so love to hear from ya'll! Stay tuned!

As the word turns and the grass grows, the Waterfalls!=)