Disclaimer: When I own pokemon I will make a new one that is a 
chinese luck dragon. Oh yeah.

	A/N: Okay, now I have the fun with cheesyness. ^_^ My new job. 
Bubbles do her best to write a chapter....

	She was running, breathing heavily, crying out, trying to escape 
him. Why couldn't she lose him? She ran into the ally. The deep, dark ally-
way was crawling with mice and trash. He casually walked down the 
ally. He pulled a knife. Suddenly, there was blood everywhere, she 
squirmed, she shrieked.--
	"Bubbles!" Miguel shook her shoulder for the third time. His watch 
said three AM and she was making too much noise! She must have been 
having a nightmare.
	She gasped, turned, then looked up at Miguel through tear filled 
eyes. Then she turned, facing him in the sleeping bag, and clung to his 
shirt, drenching it in all of her fear and sorrow.
	He was completely unaware that she had been having these 
nightmares for a long time. Almost since she first left with him. He took 
his arms around her shoulders, trying to comfort her.
	"Shhh." He would have rocked her on the condition they weren't 
lying on the ground. He felt her breathing slow against him, and she 
sniffled a few times. "Are you alright?" He asked this calmly, even though 
he was a bit surprised, because she almost never had bad dreams. She 
was a  giant walking 'HAPPY'! Why should she have a nightmare?
	She felt like her entire world was black, like the onlything in it was 
Miguel, and he was all she needed right then. She blinked up at him, 
tears still dampening her eyelashes. She felt his grip on her tighten. 
Why? Oh, she thought, I'm crying again. She didn't have a reason for that 
either.
	"I'm sorry." She whispered, as if she might wake someone. They 
were the only two in the surrounding area for miles. (or so they thought) 
"I didn't mean to be like this." She blinked as she felt lips on her 
forehead. 
	"It was a nightmare. We all have them." She had stopped crying 
nearly five minutes ago. It didn't matter now. He was going to hold her 
either way.
	"Miguel," She bit her lip as she felt his finger playing with her hair. 
He was sleepy, she knew it. "I..." Could she say it? Would she? "I... I, I lo-
-" She frowned and sighed. "I'm sorry I woke you up."
	"I love you too." He whispered, closing his eyes. Her eyes on the 
otherhand were wide, and filling with tears.
	"I," She wrapped her arms around his chest. "...Thank you."
	"You were going to say it." He smiled at her, even if she wasn't 
looking at him. Technically, her head was in the crook of his neck.
	"How do you know?" She smiled, "I could have said I love 
chocolate. Not unlike me."
	"How long have we been friends?" He asked this smirking. 
	"Don't make me do math, my head hurts."
	"Long enough that I know what you're gonna say." He kissed the 
top of her head.
	"So..." She stopped. "Are we still best friends?"
	"Why?"
	"Because, I like that title with you. I don't want to lose it."
	"Then we can still be best friends." He smiled. "If you want to call it 
that."
	She tightened her arms on him. "Good."

	"HOLY JESUS, MOTHER OF GOD!" Bubbles gasped and as she 
came to the surface of the water. "For the middle of summer, that is cold 
water!" She flipped her bangs out of her face, and looked at her friend, 
who seemed unphased by the lake's temperature. He twitched.
	"I'm cold." He said. But when he looked up, he couldn't see 
Bubbles. "Hey," He said, "Where'd you go?"
	Nothing.
	"Bubbles?"
	Still nothing.
	He was begining to panic. "No, where are you?" He started looking 
around. Suddenly, with a tug at his foot, he was underwater, face to face 
with his best friend, who had the cheesiest grin on her face she could 
manage while underwater.
	He swam back up, yanking her with him. "I thought I said no 
dunking!" He mumbled.
	"I didn't dunk you! My hand did NOT come in contact with your 
head." She smiled. "But hey, I bet you aren't as cold now." True. He and 
she had been unable to resist the urge to swim when they passed the 
lake. It was nearly ninety degrees outside, and there was a giant lake. 
What would you have done?
	She smiled at him. He was a coward. He had refused to remove his 
teeshirt to swim, even though he was wearing swim trunks. She on the 
other hand had no problem stripping down to her bikini for all of the 
trees to see. There was no one around! He was just embarrassed about 
nothing. She had seen him without a shirt everytime she went to swim 
with him before, and when he decided to change shirts halfway through 
the day for no reason. He didn't make an effort to hide himself then. 
There was no reason.
	"Bitch." He said. She glared at him. 
	"Jerk." She smiled as he shivered. "That's your fault for wearing a 
shirt! More cold for you!" Actually, the water was warming up. The sun 
had come out from behind a cloud.
	She swam closer to him when she heard it. He didn't mind, but he 
was freaked out too, so there was nothing he could do. It sounded like a 
gunshot. It also sounded like a scream. But what was bad, was it 
sounded like a familer scream, and they couldn't place it.
	Then Bubbles was running out of the water. She stopped her pace 
long enough to wipe water off her arms, legs, and stomach, then was 
trying her hardest to quick-dry with the towel. The original idea had been 
to just walk around in the swim suits for a while and air dry, but if 
someone had a gun, she didn't want to walk at all. And she wasn't going 
to run out into public in a bikini. 
	She, nearly dry, just pulled a loose, grey, teeshirt over her head. 
Miguel had wandered a ways off to change out of his swim trunks. He 
must not have had the same fear of having his head SHOT OFF as she 
did. She rolled her eyes when he came back wearing loose fitting pants 
and a black shirt. She pulled one of her skirts over her bikini bottem. 
She didn't intend to change right then. Once dressed she picked up her 
backpack and slipped on her sandals.
	"Where are we supposed to go?" She asked. They had no idea 
where it had come from. She was yanked towards the town. Better to get 
there than anywhere else. Twenty minute walk turned into four minute 
run. They were so out of breath it she had forgotten how to breath, and 
her side hurt horribly. 
	What had been shot? Who had it been? She didn't care, all she 
cared about was the nurse who was handing her a key to the room she 
and Miguel had requested. Then all she cared about was the bed she had 
collapsed onto, where she was lying on her stomach, and she could hear 
her heart beating so hard that she might get a headache. She saw Miguel 
on the bed across the room, chest bouncing just as hard and breathing 
rapid. His eyes were closed, and he was trying to calm. 
	"What..." She waited a moment to catch her breath. "What was 
that?" She knew one thing, she wasn't wet anymore.
	He smiled at her. "Knowing us, our imaginations." He said this 
between gasps for air.
	"Not funny." She said. She was so scared, so anxious! Suddenly 
there was a knock at the door. She shrieked, then blushed for doing so 
as Joy entered the room.
	"Are you two alright?" She closed the door behind her. "What 
happened?"
	"Nothing," She said, "We just, heard something in the woods."
	"Oh my!" Joy's hand went to her lips. "The news just said that a 
serial killer was last seen running to the forest. You're lucky to be alive."
	"I, I told you Miguel!" She said angered. 
	"..." Joy thought, then questioned. "Miguel Waterflower?" He looked 
up and nodded.
	"And you're Jenna Sketchit?" Joy smiled. "I have mail for you."
	"Mail? Who would have known we were here?"
	"Here," She pulled a pale pink envelope from her pocket. no return 
adress. Then Joy left.
	"What is it?" Bubbles said, looking at Miguel. It had both their 
names on it, but who...?
	"It says, "I'm coming for her." Miguel frowned. "It must be from 
Forrest."
	"No!" She nearly jumped Miguel. "Ungh! He needs to choke on a 
zuchinni and die."
	"... A zuchinni?" He laughed. "Whatever." He leaned down and 
threw the paper in the trash.
	"Well, he does!" She said, sitting on the bed. "I'm bored."
	"Well, we could walk around and look for something."
	"But by the time we find it, we'll be tired from walking." She said.
	"Well, we could go to a theme park." He said. 
	"Too hot."
	"Water park?"
	"The only one within a mile of here is down for maitenance."
	"Movie?"
	"I dunno... Anything good playing?"
	"...No."
	"Well," She said, "We could watch a movie here." She pointed at the 
television and DVD player.
	"WHAT?!?! MOVIE?!?! HERE?!?!" He smiled. "What movies do we 
have here?"
	"Shrek 2, the Princess of Theives, or Old Yeller." She smirked. 
	Well, after a hard decision, they chose Shrek 2. Which wasn't 
much, because they had both seen the movie zillions of times. She 
opened the door to their room and left, returning with popcorn. He was 
sitting on the small couch infront of the TV. She moved and sat on his 
lap. He rolled his eyes.
	"You are so lucky you have popcorn in your hands, otherwise you 
would have been on the floor by now." She laughed and slid from his 
jeans to the couch coushin.
	"Don't eat all the popcorn." He said, poking her stomach. "You'll get 
fat, then look like that Ice Cream Dude from Lilo and Stitch."
	"Hey, that Ice Cream Dude is sexy." She laughed. "Like a well 
rounded Elvis."
	"Elvis is ugly." Miguel added.
	"I know." She said. "When did we get to Elvis?"
	So went the movie...

YAY FOR THE ICE CREAM DUDE FROM LILO AND STITCH! HE'S MY 
BUDDY! YIPPIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Guess what? I wasn't half asleep this 
time. ^_________________^