Journal By, trainer 123456 Aamrn Well, this is a new fic. Like I said, I’m not much of a writer, so sorry if it’s bad. Ash: 13 Misty: 14 Brock: 17 Misty noticed ash had been depressed lately, so had she. She always thought writing would make her feel better. It did. There was an online journal place. She had her own personal journal. Her name on the site was, HaZeAnDmIsT5566. ash had a journal too. His name was, PIKACHU’SBRO4637. They never gave out personal info on themselves or their friends. They were afraid the other might find out their secrets. They wrote in those online journals as much as possible. Brock had gotten a new laptop and they both used it every night. Tonight they both decided to use the laptop. “hey brock, they young pokemon trainer called out, can I use your laptop?” “sure” is all brock said. He was cooking dinner at the moment. …………… Dear journal, I can’t take it anymore! Me and my friend got into another fight! I know I love her. And I want to tell her. But I know I can’t. she wouldn’t like me anyway. She likes the older more intellectual types. All I am to her is a dense, young, wannabe pokemon master. All I try to do is be nice, but she always ends up starting a fight. My other friend says I shouldn’t tell her. It might be too overwhelming. I understand, but I feel so lonely. Like, nobody cares for me. And she makes that feeling go away, even when she’s hitting me with that hammer. I just don’t know what to do anymore. He closed up the laptop. These journal entry’s haven’t really helped him much. He actually felt even more depressed. But this HaZeAnDmIsT5566 has been giving him good advice. “hey ash? Can I use the computer quick?” she asked him. “sure” he said flatly. She logged in, read some of the other journal entry’s. she had been keeping track of this PIKACHU’SBRO4637. it seemed he had some of the same things she was going through. Dear PIKACHU’SBRO, Sorry about what’s been going on. I think you should tell her. I’m a romantic and I think it would be great. I know whoever this girl is would love it if you tell her. But, you should be romantic about it. Girls really love that. ~HaZeAnDmIsT5566 Then she started on her own journal. Dear journal, This boy I like and I got into another fight. I love him, I can’t tell him. He’s so dense, he wouldn’t understand. And that makes things worse. But, lately, I feel like I can’t hold it in anymore. One of these days it’s just gonna happen. Me telling him my true feelings, him being stupid and not understanding, then, my heart breaking. But, I feel like I need to tell him. My common sense is saying, ”you dimwit! Of course you can’t tell him”, then my heart is saying, “go on. Tell him. You have to”. I don’t know what to do. She closed up the laptop and returned it to brock. They were on their way to ectruteak city. They were almost there when team rocket Attacked “prepare for trouble” jesse shouted out. “and make it double, right?” ash mocked. “hey! Don’t ruin our motto!” james yelled annoyed. “well, we’ve pretty much memorized by now” brock said yelling back. As you can guess, they got into a battle. “arbok, use poison sting!” jesse ordered. “pikachu, thunder!” ash called out. “piiiiiiiiiiikaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachuuuuuuuuuu!” “looks like team rocket’s blasting off again!” the trio screamed. DING! ‘man, they have really bad timing’ ash thought. That night, ash grabbed the laptop. He had a reply. He read it to himself. ‘dang! Even she thinks I should!’ he thought. Dear HaZeAnDmIsT5566, Thanx for Dear journal, Team rocket attacked again. What’s new? I hate this. All they do is stress me out. And right now, I don’t need stress. I’m a 13 year old trainer. My life is stressful as it is. I’ve always been like this. At a young age my emotions took over. Now, I’m already in love. It sucks. I don’t know how to deal with it. If I was older, then, maybe. But 13? That’s nuts. This, HaZeAnDmIsT5566 had helped a little. She sounds a lot like my friend misty. My pikachu said to me that I should listen to her. But I don’t know... Ash was really stressed and was really stupid. He told who his friends and pokemon were. That was a big mistake. It was misty’s turn to use the laptop. She logged in, and decided to write in her journal first. She also was too stupid to realize what she was going to do... Dear journal, Ash seems really stressed. It’s worrying me. He hasn’t been eating right and he almost never talks anymore. It’s weird. I hope he’s alright. He even neglected to train pikachu. Now that’s weird. I wish he would talk to me. I love him and I don’t like seeing him like this. Oh well. Tomorrow’s another day. She closed her journal to check up on PIKACHU’SBRO4637. she was in for the surprise of her life. She started reading, then screamed. “brock! That was misty! Come on!” ash yelled. “alright, alright” brock said a litlle rushed. When they got to where misty was, all they saw was the laptop on the ground. Ash looked at the screen. First, he gasped, then a tear fell down his cheek. he took the laptop, and ran into the forest. “hey mist? You okay?” he asked the girl. She was sitting on a rock crying. “n...no! of course not! Why didn’t you ever tell me?” she asked harshly. ... “well, answer me!” she yelled. “because! I couldn’t okay? It was hard enough pour out my emotions to people I don’t even know!” he said slightly crying. “but, this HaZeAnDmIsT5566 helped a little, right?” misty asked wonderingly. “yea... wait, how did you know who she is?” he asked stupidly. “I am her!” misty wailed. Ash stared dumbfounded. “you, you are?” he asked in bewilderment. “yes! Of course!” she said sobbing. “okay, mist? What’s wrong?” ash asked. ‘why is he doing this?’ she thought. “what’s wrong? What’s wrong? I’ll tell you what’s wrong! You love me and I love you and we never did anything about it! and for all I know, you may have been kidding!” she said in one breath. “umm... okay? Well, I do still love you” ash said. “you do?” misty asked. “of course I do” he said looking at the laptop. “that journal... that journal holds all my thoughts, feelings, emotions... everything” he said walking around. “why didn’t you tell me sooner” misty asked him. “because, I thought you hated me” he truthfully stated. “why would you think that?” misty questioned. “oh gee, let’s see here, you’re always hitting, punching, kicking, slapping, yelling, and insulting me on a daily basis” he said quickly. Misty got up and walked over to ash. She gave him a hug. One that she wasn’t going to let go of. Not for a while. Ash was surprised at first, but returned the hug. He pulled her away for a brief moment. She stared at him confused. “ash? Why did you... she was busy at the moment as ash gently placed a kiss on her lips. I don’t know if that’s a good ending or not. R&R!