Well, Dear Readers, I think I'm going to end on an upbeat note! What better than to combine my comedy (because, for some reason, you all find me amusing) and my romantic twinge! What shall I do? Well, I will teach you the importance of description! In the following paragraph, you will have absolutely no idea what I'm speaking of! No idea whatsoever! It won't even sound like they're doing anything, oh no, nothing suspicious or PG-13 rated here. Just read carefully, we'll see if you are able to guess. I bet you won't be! Good luck, readers!

"It's not working."

"I can tell."

"Why isn't it working? Come on! You were playing with it a few seconds ago! Now it's not even warm. It's downright cold!"

"Well, maybe it's tired."

"But you and Gary played with it for hours."

"Maybe it just doesn't like girls. Wait, stop trying to shove it in! If you want it to work you have to blow on it. Blow it, then put it in! There. Oh, yeah, now it's working. Hey, whatchya grabbing that for? That's mine!"

"Aw, shut up and plug it in. You know I like your stuff better than mine. Oh! That's cool looking!"

"Yup, sure it. Don't touch it, though. I'll have to clean it later. You're gonna get white stuff all over it."

"Why is that taped down?"

"'Cuz it jams sometimes and you can't push it down. You don't need to have it up anyway. Just play with the other stuff, like you always do."

"Hey! What're you doing! I called bottom! I always call bottom! The top makes everything harder!"

"That's dirty."

"You don't think of anything but sex, do you? You're such a guy."

"You should be able to tell that from what's in your hand."

"Is your room soundproof, Ash? I hope it is."

"Why?"

"Because I'm going to make you scream."

"Kinky."

"You're sick!"

"Aw! Great! Now I'm sticky! Thanks a lot, Misty."

"You're welcome. At least you taste good now. Okay, let's start the real stuff. You're going to have to go fast. You always go too slow."

"You would too if you were doing the real work!"

"Faster! Faster! Come on, we're almost there! Yes!"

"Got it!"

Now, did you have ANY idea what they were talking about? Of course not! Silly readers, that was an awfully hard one to get! Let's add description, and we'll see how much clearer that makes the writing and the concept of the plot! We'll finally know what it's about and not jump to any conclusions like: they're playing ping pong, they're battling or they're dancing. Oh, what's that you say, Little Jimmy? It sounds like they're what? Oh…well, I suppose, but this is a T rated fiction, and there certainly wouldn't be any references to that dirty deed. No, I'm certainly it barely sounds like that at all, you pervert! Nobody else thought of it that way, did you, Dear Readers?

Misty groaned and slammed her open hand on Ash's carpeted floor, glaring up at the younger boy. He was perched, quite merrily, on the bed, drinking AMP and eating white cheesey popcorn whilst watching Misty attempt to get his Gamecube to play Guitar Hero III, one of their favorite games to jam out to on the game station. As you can imagine, not being able to play this game sucked major lemons. "It's not working."

Ash smirked. "I can tell."

The girl huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "Why isn't it working? Come on! You were playing with it a few seconds ago! Now it's not even warm. It's downright cold!"

"Well, maybe it's tired," He shrugged.

She groaned, "But you and Gary played with it for hours."

"Maybe it just doesn't like girls," He shrugged. Misty grabbed the end of the controller and began to jam it into the slot, hoping that this would somehow make all the connections fit together. Unsurprisingly, Ash, like most people who own a game station, began to have a conniption. "Wait, stop trying to shove it in! If you want it to work you have to blow on it. Blow it, then put it in!" Misty did as she was told, first blowing in the slot, then on the end of the controller. "There. Oh, yeah, now it's working. Hey, whatchya grabbing that for? That's mine!"

Misty waved him off, clutching his black guitar, completely coated with stickers and gadgets. "Aw, shut up and plug it in. You know I like your stuff better than mine. Oh! That's cool looking!" she flipped over the guitar and traced her fingers over the designs Ash had drew in a red and gold paint pen.

"Yup, sure is. Don't touch it, though. I'll have to clean it later. You're gonna get white stuff all over it." He gestured to her hands, coated in the cheesey substance.

She played with the buttons while the machine loaded and blinked. The top green button was securely tied down with duct tape that Ash had, once again, attacked with a paint pen. It was at this point Misty decided that Ash should not be trusted if he got his hands on a paint pen. "Why is that taped down?"

"'Cuz it jams sometimes and you can't push it down. You don't need to have it up anyway. Just play with the other stuff, like you always do." He shrugged and picked up another controller, pressing the buttons absently before jumping into the bottom bunk.

The red head's eyes widened. "Hey! What're you doing! I called bottom! I always call bottom! The top makes everything harder!"

He giggled. "That's dirty."

"You don't think of anything but sex, do you? You're such a guy." She glared and turned her back on him.

"You should be able to tell that from what's in your hand," He sniggered. Indeed, his controller did have catchy male slogans on it such as: 'Boys Rule, Girls Drool' and 'Men Rock'. Needless to say, Ash did not have a way with slogans. Suddenly, the boy giggled again. Misty cocked her head in confusion, and the boy made a dirty sign.

She growled. "Is your room soundproof, Ash? I hope it is."

"Why?" He blinked.

"Because I'm going to make you scream," She snarled.

He giggled again. "Kinky."

"You're sick!" She screamed. She picked up his AMP energy drink and tossed it on him, dousing him head to toe the fluid. She crunched it, and tossed it at his head, smirking when he fell to the floor with a loud thump and began to thrash for a minute.

He glared up at her. "Aw! Great! Now I'm sticky! Thanks a lot, Misty." He crossed his furious arms over his chest and wrinkled his nose at her.

"You're welcome. At least you taste good now." She giggled, knowing he was too terrified to shout 'kinky' again. Misty picked up her remote and settled it in her lap to start playing the awesomest of all awesome video games, except, of course, pokémon. "Okay, let's start the real stuff. You're going to have to go fast. You always go too slow."

Ash snapped as he selected the 'guitar' instead of 'bass'. "You would too if you were doing the real work!" As everyone knows, guitar is approximately thirty times harder than base and has about three hundred more notes per second than the bass. This is why the 'incompetent' or 'bossy' friend usually ends up playing the bass at weird angles or whilst doing strange activities to attempt to make the bass more difficult.

So, they played, they played for a long time until they came close to the end of the song and…"Faster! Faster! Come on, we're almost there! Yes!"

"Got it!" Ash cheered. The two high fived, drank some water, and decided that Guitar Hero III wasn't all that much fun, and it was time to play Dance Dance Revolution Extreme To The Max Rock The Party Super Pop Rock and Roll Oldies: The Super Deluxe Edition instead.

See Dears? Didn't that make loads more sense than before? What's that little Johnny? No…no…Little Johnny, I don't think that's something I'd be allowed to tell the readers in a T rated fic. I apologize but…no. Anyway! Now, we should do one for May and Drew, just to show it's the same in any couple. Besides that, I promised that the final chapter would be AAML and DAML, now didn't I? And I intend to keep that promise!

"My mom is going to get so mad at us, Drew."

"Yeah. She probably is, but it'll be good."

"You don't seem like the type to be into this kind of stuff."

"Neither do you."

"Why?"

"Because you hate all kinds of work."

"But it's not really work. It's fun."

"Oh, is it?"

"Uh-huh. It tastes good too. Not a word out of you!"

"Wasn't going to. Yours doesn't. I'm sure mine does."

"Both of our taste fine. Here, try it."

"No, you lick mine first, then I'll lick yours!"

"You don't lick mine, you bite it, stupid."

"Well, how was I supposed to know?"

"Everyone knows that! It's some kind of instinct!"

"Sure it is."

"It is! Now, do you just want to do it at the same time?"

"Aw, but then you can't really see each other's reactions!"

"Come on, let's just get this over with."

"Hey, it's hard!"

"No duh. Why is yours cold?"

"Isn't it supposed to be?"

"Well, I sort of expected it to at least be warm."

"Well, yours is freezing and it hurts my teeth."

"My tongue is gonna get tired."

"Stop complaining! At least it tastes good, right?"

"Tastes fine. Mine tastes better though, doesn't it?"

"But that's not fair! I was just guessing at what you liked! You knew I loved these because you've seen me with them before! But how'd you manage to get one so big?"

"Eh, just luck. Yours isn't half bad though. You did a good job."

"Really, Drew? You have no idea how much that means to me! I rarely ever do this and since you're so experienced it was great for you to-"

"For an amature."

"…I'm never talking to you again…" A sigh. "Until I finish this sorta tasty treat."

See? That one might have made a bit more sense, because you know from the dialogue that they must be eating something! But you don't know what. Do you see the importance of specifics? Now, let's try this one last time…

"My mom is going to get so mad at us, Drew," May sighed, looking around the room. The mess was everywhere, chocolate syrup, whipped cream, and other dessert making ingredients that could and had been used to make some absolutely scrumptious treats. However, May's mom was a tad bit of a neat freak and she would not at all be delighted with this mess. No, no she wouldn't. She wouldn't be content in the least.

"Yeah. She probably is," Drew grinned, "but it'll be good."

May shook her head, astounded at the boy. In the past hour, he had taught her to make countless dinner dishes and had finished up with dessert. He said it was so she wouldn't bug him for food when they traveled together. She was kind of hoping it was a date. Finally, thinking of a comment that didn't sound completely ridiculous, she spoke,"You don't seem like the type to be into this kind of stuff."

"Neither do you," He shrugged.

"Why?" Her cheeks puffed out, clearly offended at his remark. Her arms came up to cross over her chest and she glared.

"Because you hate all kinds of work," Drew retorted coolly, pulling out their desserts. He handed her the hot fudge sundae she made, flicking a finger towards the warm chocolate syrup topping they had made earlier and eyed his chocolate covered banana.

"But it's not really work. It's fun," May chirped. She skipped to the syrup and ladled it all over her sundae with a grin.

Drew laughed, partly from the idea that the girl who hated all work considered cooking fun and partly because there was a dab of chocolate syrup on her nose. "Oh, is it?" He asked with a smirk, then rubbed his nose hoping to give her the right idea. However, the girl just smiled absently.

"Uh-huh. It tastes good too!" She continued, finally reaching up a hand and rubbing her nose. May stared at the syrup on her hand, blushing, licked it off and pointed sternly at him. "Not a word out of you!"

He chuckled. "Wasn't going too." He gestured to her ice cream with a wicked smirk. "Yours doesn't. I'm sure mine does."

She scowled and stuck her tongue out. "Both of our taste fine. Here, try it."

Drew held his banana childishly, a stubborn look crossing his face and May's scowl deepened. She cried, "No, you lick mine first, then I'll lick yours!"

"You don't lick mine, you bite it, stupid," He snapped.

"Well, how was I supposed to know?" She put her ice cream down at the side and clenched her fists by her chest.

He threw his arms out in the air, a rare display of anger for the boy. "Everyone knows that! It's some kind of instinct!"

She rolled her arms, choosing to take the too-cool-to-care route this time. "Sure it is."

"It is! Now, do you just want to do it at the same time?" He sighed, holding out his banana once more.

The girl pouted, "Aw, but then you can't really see each other's reactions!"

"Come on, let's just get this over with," Drew sighed.

The two traded desserts. May went to take a huge bite, and pulled away, startled at the freezing and hard chocolate covered delight. "Hey, it's hard!"

"No duh." He snorted, spooning at her hot fudge sundae. "Why is yours cold?"

The girl's brow furrowed. "Isn't it supposed to be?"

"Well, I sort of expected it to at least be warm," Drew murmured, wondering how the 'hot' fudge had managed to cool so quickly.

"Well, yours is freezing and it hurts my teeth," She retorted.

"My tongue is gonna get tired."

"Stop complaining!" She shouted. Then, the old lack of self confidence kicked in and she eyed him shyly. "At least it tastes good, right?"

"Tastes fine. Mine tastes better though, doesn't it?" He smirked, back to his cocky self.

"But that's not fair!" She whined. "I was just guessing at what you liked! You knew I loved these because you've seen me with them before! But how'd you manage to get one so big?" May eyed the banana, surprised. It certainly was huge, probably as thick as her first and longer than most.

"Eh, just luck," He said, not wishing to reveal his shopping skills. "Yours isn't half bad though. You did a good job."

She beamed at him. "Really, Drew? You have no idea how much that means to me! I rarely ever do this and since you're so experienced it was great for you to-"

"For an amateur." And she was shot down again, sighing and losing hope for any sort of a relationship.

"…I'm never talking to you again…" A sigh. "Until I finish this sorta tasty treat."

And so, Dear Readers, let me say sorry if this final chapter was a disappointment and thank you so much for all the reviews! It's fantastic that so many of you reviewed every chapter form beginning to end or just every chapter since you first appeared. There's so many of you, I couldn't hope to name you all! You're all so great and I'm going to miss hearing from all of you! So, if you ever feel like chatting, drop me a PM and I'll be glad to speak with you.

Lots of Love,
Natty