Author's note:

This is my first fanfiction on , so it might be just a little bit awful, but bear with me. It's rocketshippy and fabulous, so R&R please!

WARNING: Don't read if you're afraid of rice, sleeping bags, monsters, shopping or shipping. Rocketshipping that is! ;)

Disclaimer: All right, it's true, I don't own Pokemon. But I do own the story!

*title page for Pokémon and that crazy exiting music. Team rocket's voice:*

The Curse of the Weremon!

Chapter one: GROCERIES

It was a dark, stormy night, and Jessie was buying groceries. She was very upset because James usually bought the groceries, and she didn't know what she was doing at all. But James had a sore throat, and so it was up to Jessie and Jessie alone. The fate of Team Rocket rested in her hands… She snatched a box of rice off the shelf and eyed it suspiciously. She inspected thoroughly before she was satisfied and threw it into her cart. After walking around for a few minutes, very much lost, she dug through her invisible bag where she kept her mallet, fan, mirror, and frying pan, and pulled out the crude shopping list that James had put together for her. So far she had one of 25 items: rice. She groaned and pushed her cart into the next isle.

James was lying in a sleeping bag at their campsite, staring at the clouds and wondering how Jessie was doing. It had stopped raining, and Meowth was taking a nap in his child- sized sleeping bag. James coughed quietly and listened to Meowth's breathing for a while. He soon became very bored and sighed dramatically, very upset that he was alone. He didn't like to be alone, especially when he wasn't feeling good. It's not that he was pampered or anything. In fact, Jessie was kind of mean and got mad when James wasn't feeling good because he couldn't do evil things like buy groceries or drive the van. Meowth sometimes made him soup and stuff, but he was usually busy doing cat Pokémon things. He didn't like being alone, he concluded, because he felt helpless. He wasn't as strong or agile as Jessie and Meowth, especially when he had a sore throat.

Jessie looked at her list again. Only twenty items to go. She groaned again and looked around. The store was full of shoppers, running around looking for items on their lists. Their lists weren't as good as Jessie's, no they weren't. Jessie had the best shopping list in the whole store, and she'd crush anyone who said different. Jessie gasped as she saw the last shoppers in the world she wanted to run into. THE TWERPS. And of course they were coming right towards the Pokémon treats she was standing next too. They hadn't seen her, though, so she turned around and looked for an escape route. But alas, it was meant to be, and the whole isle was blocked. "Jessie?" a voice behind her said. She turned around, and saw the twerp trio right behind her.

"What?"Jessie asked bitterly. She saw the squinty-eyed one recoil at her attitude.

"…uh… so, what are you doing here?" the orange-headed girl asked. 'What was her name?' she asked herself. James would know. James! Why did he have to have a sore throat! Jessie exhaled angrily and looked at her.

"What do you think I'm doing?!"She sighed. Orange headed child suddenly looked mad. "You don't have to get all sarcasmey, I was just trying to be nice!" she shouted.

"Uh, so… where's James?" small hat child with Pikachu perched on his shoulder asked. Jessie knew it would be useless to try to take him by herself.

"He has a sore throat," Jessie said suspiciously.

"Oh, that's too bad," squinty eye man replied. Then he looked around awkwardly.

"Oh, here's those treats we were looking for, we should go now," the child with the Pikachu said, stepping back awkwardly. Jessie sighed and turned back to the treats. Even if they were her enemies, it hurt when they avoided her and looked at her like that. Everyone did after her mom died, until James came along. James didn't avoid her. At first Jessie thought he was stupid, and then she thought maybe… he was really stupid. But he cared.

"Yeah, I think that's a good idea. We got stuff to do, and…" squinty mumbled.

"Well, don't let me keep you," Jessie said quietly. The three, even Misty, looked kind of awkward and sorry for a second.

"Uh… have fun with the… groceries I guess…" Misty said as they walked away. Jessie noticed they didn't have the Pokémon treats they were looking for, and sighed. Why couldn't she be nice? She tried to sometimes, but she couldn't. Even to James, the only person in her life that didn't go out of their way to avoid her like she was the plague. Sure, he was scared of her when she got mad, but that was understandable. She hit him with whatever she could get her hands on. And when she was in the process of beating him, he'd get that look in his eyes, and she'd feel so guilty for what she had done, she'd only get more frustrated and she'd hit him harder. 'Why doesn't he leave me alone?' she wondered. Maybe he loved her? No, that was wishful thinking, she told herself. James couldn't love her after everything she did to him and everything he did forher, like when he dressed as dolls after she lost at the Princess Day thing. And what did she do in return? She might have said thanks if she was in a good mood. She didn't do anything for him, and so he couldn't love her. If he thought he did, he was confused. Everyone in his life tried to change him, and make him someone he wasn't. Jessie was the first person to give him choices. No one had ever shown him real love, and if he thought he loved her, he was confused. For the first time, Jessie admitted to herself that she loved him. She could never admit that to anyone else, but she knew deep in her heart that she did love James. She sighed and looked at her grocery list for the next item.