A/N: OMG! She wrote a second one right away? How crazy weird, but I've wanted to write this one right off the bat! It's kind of like a story that everyone writes but, I like those kinds of stories. Yeah, yeah, I'm sure I'm confusing you so I'm gonna let you go read now =) you'll see what I mean.

Hidden

Hid-en: v. 1. To put or keep out of sight; secrete. 2. To keep secret; conceal. 3. To cut off from sight; cover up. 4. To seek refuge.

It started when he returned from Sinnoh. She wasn't sure why, but she knew she wouldn't complain. This had been what she dreamed about during the nights she missed him most, this had been something she wanted for a while now. It had been a shock, well of course it had been, and in fact she had thought that she had been mistaken at first. She never thought of him to be this way, she really never imagined him growing up, and not in the physical looks way because she always fantasized about his features. No, it was his physical touches that changed everything.

It had been a hot summer day when he returned so Delia thought it best to have the party outside. Tables were decorated, sprinklers on and scattered around the lawn and most everyone dressed with the least amount of clothes as possible. May had worn a small red dress, her hair pulled into a ponytail and Dawn wore a blue jean mini skirt with a pink spaghetti strapped blouse, her hair pulled into a perfect bun. Most boys wore shorts and t-shirts, sometimes wife beaters, and the girls dressed similar to May and Dawn. Even Misty herself wore a white strapless top that hugged her curves and blue jean shorts with a pink belt and her long red hair pulled into a high ponytail.

Her eyes had immediately located her best friend as he arrived with a cheerful smile to everyone. She watched him go from person to person and friend to friend, as he pulled people into handshakes and pats on the back. Brock had arrived with him, greeting long lost friends as well. Misty bit into a strawberry as Ash shouted out when Dawn reached him. He was chattering on about how he thought she had gone home after the tournament and that he was surprised to see her here when suddenly his brown orbs made contact with her cerulean colored ones.

Her face heated as he seemed to stop in mid-sentence, his gaze lasting longer than several seconds before Dawn poked him and he returned to the conversation. She had been surprised that he had seemed speechless from seeing her and she was pleased when he made his way towards her after excusing himself from Dawn. What had changed everything between them was the hug that he wrapped her in. He was not one for these kinds of intimate moments, and when he embraced her all she could do was gasp and then breathe in his sweet smell of cologne.

From then on it was like he tried to somehow touch her constantly, but somehow know one else had noticed or said anything about it. She always blushed when his fingers grazed hers as they walked together, a little behind Brock and Dawn and always wondered if he had done this accidently. And she always became nervous when he put his hand on top of her own or wrapped an arm around her shoulder and somehow making it all seem like a friendly gesture. There were more tickle fights than arguing and there were suddenly a lot more hugs. If they got into a fight, or he greeted her when she joined him in his traveling for a few days, and even when she was sad he was there to wrap his arms around her.

From there Ash had taken the next step and placed sweet kisses upon her lips. She had been stunned to silence from the first few ones. At first she believed them to be about something more and it wasn't until after a few pecks that she realized he meant them in the most innocent of ways. They were more of comfort kisses or tender moment kisses. He only placed them on her when he thought she really needed it, or at least that's what she came up with. He didn't exactly tell her why he was suddenly kissing her.

So when they were talking late one night while everyone slept on, sitting closer together by the fire than what was deemed normal, she was more than allowed to be confused when he kissed her then. Their talk had been happy, and they were both in the best of moods so there really wasn't a reason for him to be planting one on her. It hadn't been just a peck either. It was certainly passionate and lustful, sensual and hot and both were so desperate for it to be secret that the next morning they pretended to everyone else that there hadn't just been something that changed their relationship forever. It was like some kind of mutual agreement that their new found activity remain secret from everyone because neither was sure what was actually going on and they both were too scared to bring it up to one another.

So Misty would meet up with him, in dark closets or behind trees or when everyone was sleeping. It had begun slowly, each kiss still sweet and loving until a few months after their first passionate one. Suddenly there was more to it, something that scared her when he looked at her with his deep brown eyes. And she wondered to herself it wasn't just their secret kisses that were being hidden. She wondered if maybe there was something there, something more hidden deep in their hearts.

A/N: See what I mean, this idea has obviously been done many times before me, but I kinda wanted to do a one shot thingy about it. And I kind of like it actually. So review and tell me what you think and don't forget to stay tuned!

~waterfalls