"So tell us," The man said as he sat on the living room sofa; much more than a pinch of eagerness in his tone, "What is it you like to do?"

"Well," started the young and eccentric brunette, her mind filled with thoughts as she hugged her Pikachu doll as close to her heart as she could, "I like to color, and climb trees, and play with my dolls, and help my mom with cleaning the house!"

"That's quite a mature list of interests for such a little girl," The man told her, looking straight into his video camera that was perched on top of the living room television, a devious smile painted on his face

"I'm not little!" the young girl replied, emotionally hurt by the man's response, "I'm almost five years old!"

"Ok, ok..." The man said, trying to calm the young girl down, and then quickly changed the subject, "Do you like to play games?"

"All sorts of 'em!" The young girl yelled in response, the feeling of hurt and pain that burdened her just a few moments before completely gone, "Like Psyduck, Psyduck, Goose, and hide and go seek, and dress-up!"

"Do you want to play a game?" The man asked; a truely frightening grin painted on his face

It was at the peak of eleven o'clock at night when the wings of the Flygon started to slow down in the depths of the midnight sky, signifying that landing at the destination of Petalburg town was near. Drew, who sat nearest to the Pokemon's head, was lost in a train of thought, while his eyes were fixated on a single star placed in the black sky. Max, who was now joined by Brock, was keeping himself preoccupied with his new red Poketachi, while Brock only watched as the young boy grew more frustrated by the second with the complicated device.

Norman sat on the oppisite side of his daughter, his eyelids closing from time to time due to the lack of sleep he has had for the last couple of nights. May, who sat sleeping next to Ash, gently had her head placed on Ash's right shoulder, using it as a pillow for her resting head. Ash, with Pikachu also resting silently on his other shoulder, was also starting to drift off; his body tired from the adventure in the woods eariler that day.

When Drew started to notice that Flygon was starting to descend towards the ground of Petalburg Town; he slowly turned around towards the other trainers, yet none of them paid the slightest bit of attention to him. Drew, agitated that he had not caught the eyes from any of the passengers, decided to speak up.

"We'll be landing soon." Drew stated, catching the attention everyone that was awake, including Ash

As Drew was turned around to the back of his Flygon, he noticed that Gary, who got off of the Flygon to ride on his Fearow about an hour before, was not in sight.

"Where'd Gary go?" Drew asked, concerned about his friend's safety and well-being

"Better question is, do we care?" Ash replied, half sarcastically, to himself at a level of volume low enough that nobody else could hear but himself

"I saw his Fearow land a while back ago, in the woods." Brock replied, completly oblivious to what Ash had said just a moment before, "I think he was going to take some samples of the water at Route 105 for reasearch."

After taking a deep sigh, Drew turned back around to the front of his Flygon, the thought of his friend completely erased from his mind. He looked down to the land below to see that the Maple's residence was no further than one hundred yards from where they were. After turning around from the ground, Drew gently patted his dragon Pokemon on the top of his head, between it's antennae. Flygon, appearing to get the nonverbal signal that Drew was trying to send it, started to flap it wings slower. The Flygon kept descending towards the land, until it was close enough to the ground that, when it flaped it's wings a single time, dirt and grass was lifted up by the strength of the wind made by the Pokemon's wings and was sent flying in every direction, as if it was as light as desert sand. As the Flygon's petite feet started to touch the ground, it's wings stopped flapping imedently; the ground now sitting still and calm. When the Flygon's feet had fully touched the ground, Ash gently started to nudge May, trying to wake her up.

"May, we're here." Ash told her as May's eyes started to slowly open to the twilight bliss

As May's eyes opened, she looked down and noticed where she had been laying her head for the last few hours. She quickly shot up her head and, in a failed attempt to try to cover up why she had slept on Ash's shoulder, started to blush. Ash simply chuckled to himself and helped lift the groggy girl up, putting her arm over his shoulder, and helped her off of the Flygon. As Ash lifted May up slowly, May accidentally grazed the palm of her hand on top of Pikachu's head, waking him almost instantly. Seeing that Ash was trying to help May up, the yellow Pokemon quickly jumped off of his trainer's shoulder to the ground, and landed so gently that not even a blade of grass was crushed upon Pikachu's impact.

When Ash, after helping May get off of the Pokemon, got to the ground, started to hear a loud laugh from behind him. When he turned around, he found that the source of the laugh came from Brock and Max. The former was just merely laughing to himself, as if he knew exactly what Ash was feeling. The latter, however, with his back on the Flygon, almost crying with laughter.

"What next?" Max laughed, cluching his stomach from his laughter, "Are you going to help my sister walk home to?"

The ridiculment of Max instantly painted a blush on the face of both May and Ash, and also caught the attention of Drew, who narrowed his eyes angerly at Ash. Drew teeth grinded as he watched the two. He had admitted to himself long ago that he had never on the same terms with Ash, envyous of the strong relationship that Ash and May has had since the first day that they met. At times, he thought that there might have been sparks between the two, but instantly dismissed the thoughts; rejecting them as bitterly as they were brought in. He had even known himself that he always had feelings for May. The first time that he had seen her, he knew that she was going to be the one. He had many fangirls, but none of them quite had a place in his heart like the young brunette did.

"Maybe you can carry her to the house?" Max continued, almost fully red in his face

"I... I was just helping her to." Ash started, but was soon cut off by Brock, who ran to the side of Ash

"Oh Ash," Brock started, his eyes turned into hearts, "Now you must know exactly how I feel each time I see the nurse of my dreams!"

The words of Brock didn't seem to help Ash and May's situation, with Max now almost having trouble breathing from the intense laughter. Even Norman, who at first, only stood with an indifferenced expression on his face, was now silently chuckling to himself. May, who face was much redder than Ash's, turned around from embarrassment, and started to walk towards the house. She quickly opened the door to her house, and walked in, slamming the door afterwords. Max got up from off of the ground in shock and disbelief, but still slightly laughing to himself.

"I don't get it." Max said as he looked at Ash, almost oblivious to the fact that Drew was standing right beside him, "Whenever I made that joke about her and Drew, she get real mad and start to beat me up."

"Then I would consider yourself lucky and count your stars." Drew said in a tone just loud enough that everyone else could hear him

Drew gently stood to his feet and jumped off of his Flygon. A few moments after he striked the ground, Drew reach into his purple vest and pulled out a strange Pokeball that neither of the other three trainers had ever seen before. The strange Pokeball's upper and bottom half, instead of being the normal red and white, was pure black on both ends. Drew held his hand out, the center of the ball pointed towards the Flygon.

"Flygon, return." Drew commanded in a low grumble, holding out his empty Pokeball in his outstreached hand

The Flygon roared as the beam of red light from the pokeball surrounded it, and in a matter of seconds, the Pokemon vanished; back inside of it's Pokeball. Drew dismissingly put the Pokeball back into his purple vest, as if it was a stranger to his, and started to walk to the house that May had entered just minutes before. As he passed Ash on his way to the house, his eyes met directly with his, anger ingulfing Drew's eyes.

Tension arose between the two in the few seconds that the eye contact last, so much, that sparks were even started to fly out of Pikachu's cheeks, the small Pokemon growled in protection of his trainer. After Drew passed Ash, he continued to the house, opened the door, and went inside. Ash, who continued to stare at the door after Drew had went in, felt a hand placed on his shoulder. He turned around to see Norman, his eyes focused and determined as they had always been.

"Let's go in." Norman joked, a light chuckle escaping his lips as he talked, "I'm sure my wife is mad enough that we got here so late in the night."

Norman took his hand off of Ash's shoulder and proceeded to his house. After he watched the aged trainer enter the house, Ash turned his head towards Pikachu, who still had a threatened expression on it's small face. Ash smiled at the Pokemon and held out it's palm towards the ground; an offering to climb onto his shoulder.

"It's just better if you don't let people that try to make you feel bad get to you." Ash started to explained to Pikachu, to which Pikachu could only nod his head, "If you do, you only let them know that they won."

Sparks slowly started to cease from the cheeks of Pikachu as the threatened expression on Pikachu's face disappated. A smiled soon crept onto Pikachu face; all the anger once exposed now gone.

"Pika Pika!" Pikachu sqeaked to his trainer, jolting from the ground, across his arm, and onto his waiting shoulder

With Pikachu on his sholdier, Ash turned around to notice that the two other trainers, Brock and Max, had already went inside. As Ash turned around to head to the house, he felt a small splash of water fall onto the black sleeve of his shirt. He looked up to see that all the stars that were once showing just minutes before had dissapeared, replaced by a dark mass of rain clouds. Ash scanned the sky until he saw a single star; the last star visable in the night sky, trying to escape the clouds that were attempting to engulf it. Nevertheless, the clouds soon ingulfed the tiny star, until there was nothing left in the sky but the black abyss of clouds.

As more rain started to fall from the Heavens, Ash put his hand over his and Pikachu's heads; an instant reaction of not wanting to get wet. Ash started to walk towards the house, until he got to the front porch. He turned back around to see that the rain was heavy enough now that you could not see much more than a few feet in front of you. Ash turned to the door and twisted the doorknob; pulling the knob back to open the door. He walked in to the house and, with a thud, closed the door; leaving nothing outside but a faint sound of falling rain.

Sorry if there are a few misspelled words; my trial on Microsoft Word ran out, so I have no way of spell checking my work.

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Anyways, until next time, Pokémon Getto Daze!