Another one of my Gregory Oscar Dent fics. Ol' Greg shows up again and gives Ash another "gift". What is it? Well, you'll just have to read and find out! Pokeshipping! Rated T for stuff. Please review!
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Hello! If you don't know about Gregory Oscar Dent, I suggest you read When We Die first. If you want you can go ahead and also read The Pokémon Game and 90 Minutes. But When We Die was the first.

And here are the ages of our "heroes" (I always hate it when the narrator calls them that. Maybe in fanfiction they're heroes, but in the show they're just whiny little brats who act like 8-year-olds and are repeatedly getting WAY luckier than they should):

Ash is 14

Misty is 15

Brock is 23

Gregory Oscar Dent is 1,000,000,000,000,000… and so on

Now read the fic!
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Chapter 1

Ash and Misty sat next to each other on the couch, watching "America's got talent". It was late, so it was dark out, and the only light came from the TV.

"Ash…"

"Yeah, Misty?"

"Have I ever told you that I loved you?"

Ash didn't answer. He couldn't. This had just come out of nowhere. He didn't know what had brought this out. He didn't know what to say.

"Uh…"

"Cause I do." Misty was blushing like crazy was as nervous as if she was defusing a time bomb that was going to blow up the earth while at the same time all of the people in the world watched her, their lives depending on her. Of course, that wasn't happening, but that's how nervous she was.

"Misty…"

"It's okay if you don't love me, Ash. I understand. But I just couldn't keep this from you any longer. We've known each other for years. You needed to know."

"Misty, I…"

Misty sighed. "It's okay. I get it. I'll be fine." She made a move to get off the couch but Ash put his hand on his arm.

"Wait!"

Misty looked at Ash and he saw that tears were starting to well up in her eyes. He couldn't stand it. He always hated it when Misty cried. It made him feel horrible.

"Yeah?" Misty said, trying to act like she was okay.

Ash smiled. "You're not the only one who's been hiding their feelings."

Ash closed his eyes and slowly leaned his head towards Misty. She closed hers, and they both puckered up. Then, their lips met. It began tight, then slowly they opened up their lips and their tongues slithered their way into each other's mouths. They put their arms around each other and pulled closer Ash leaned back, not taking his lips off of Misty's, until they were both lying down, Misty on top of Ash. Misty put her hands on Ash's just and Ash slid his so that one was on her butt and the other was running through her beautiful, orangey-red hair. Misty's moved her hands up to Ash's cheeks and her breasts press against his chest, moving up and down from her hard breathing. This whole time they didn't stop kissing, their tongues fiercely battling it out, neither one of them wanting to ever stop.

Then, after what must have been ten minutes, Misty lifted her head up and let out a gasp. She stared down at Ash, and he stared back up into her shining, emerald eyes.

"Ash…I never thought I could love you more. I guess I was wrong."

Ash smiled. "Pinch me. I must be dreaming."

Misty pinched Ash's cheek.

Ash opened his eyes. He stared up at the roof of the tent, his hands still in the air from

…his…dream…

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAARRRRRRGH!!!!!!!!!!"
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After he had woken pretty much everyone in the forest up, Ash put got up and started to get dressed. He took off his pajama pants and attempted to put on his jeans.

"Mmph! Rrgh! Stupid zipper!" After a few minutes Ash managed to get his pants zipped. He then put on his shirt and jacket. Yes, he is now wearing a jacket in Sinnoh. Why? Because I said so.

Ash stepped out of the tent, and pikachu jumped up on his shoulder, startling him.

"Pika!"

"Augh! Don't do that!"

"Pikachu. Pika pi?"

"Ah, it was nothing. Just a dream that I had to wake up from."

Pikachu smiled. "Pika pi, pikachu?"

Ash sighed. "Yeah, it was her again."

"Pikachu. Pika pi!"

"Nah, I've gotta get to the next gym. We'll see her again once I finish the Sinnoh league."

"Pika pikachu."

"Look, let's just forget about her until we're done in Sinnoh."

"Pikachu."

"Who ya talking about?" Dawn asked, walking up to Ash. She had been listening intently to this conversation.

"Our old friend," Brock said, flipping pancakes over the fire. He was smiling. He knew why Ash was dreaming of her. "Misty."

Dawn cocked her head curiously. "Really?"

"Yeah," Ash said. "We met in Kanto, but she had to go back to take care of the Cerulean City gym before I left to Hoenn."

Dawn smiled. "Are you…good friends?..."

"Yes."

"Really good friends?"

"Yes."

"Really really good friends?"

"Dawn, just what are you trying to say?"

"Oh, nothing."

Ash frowned. In a few minutes everyone was at the table, except for the munchkins (gliscor and croagunk not included-those guys are cool), who were on the ground.

"Alright!" Ash said eagerly. "I'm starving! Let's eat!"

"Okay," Brock said, walking up with the pancakes. "Sorry, they're a bit dark." Brock plopped them on Ash's plate. They looked as if they had just come out of Mount Doom. They smelled like it too.

Ash repeatedly stabbed the pancake with his fork until finally a piece of it broke off. Ash picked it up and whammed it against the table.

"A bit? Brock, a crocodile couldn't eat this-and they can eat nails."

"For the first time, I actually agree with Ash," Dawn said.

"Just eat."

After breakfast Brock explained that the next gym was in Snowpoint City, so they should go there next.

"Alright, let's go!" Ash said, shooting his fist in the air.

"Pika!" Pikachu did the peace sign.

"Okay then, we're going to Snowpoint City!" Dawn said.

"Yeah, but it's pretty cold there," Brock said, "so you'd better wear something other than that skirt. Of course, no matter how warm it is you shouldn't be wearing that thing," he added under his breath. "You're not even 11 and it barely covers up your underwear."

Dawn frowned. "I like this skirt! My grandmother knitted it for me!"

"Your grandmother must have thought you'd end up as a whore," Ash said with a chuckle. "For all we know, she could be right."

BITCH-SLAP! Oh, snap! EPIC PWNAGE!!!!!

"Have I ever told you how much I hate you?" Ash said.

Yeah, about a thousand times. But this one of the few times where I actually wrote it.

Ash grumbled and stood up.

"Gliscor!"

"Augh!" Gliscor jumped up onto Ash, knocking him down. His not-touched pancakes fell on his head.

"Scor! Gliscor!"

"Argh! Okay, you like me! I get it! Get off me gliscor!"

"Scor!" Gliscor jumped off of Ash. He got up, moaning in pain.

"You can tell pancakes are burned if it actually hurts when they fall on you."

"Sorry," Brock said. "Hey, would you mind washing the dishes for me?"

"Yes," Ash said grumpily, taking the dishes anyway cause I said so.

"There's a river nearby, that way." Ash began walking in the direction Brock had pointed. Once he was out of range, he began talking to himself.

"Well, this is a great day I'm having. I start out by waking up from a perfect dream about what I would give anything to have happen, get stuck with burnt pancakes, therefore not eating breakfast, have gliscor knock me down again and get a hard pancake to the head. I don't even want to know what's coming up next."

Then, of course, Ash's foot hit a rock and he tripped. The dishes flew up in the air and landed on his head. Of course, they were plastic plates, but it still hurt.

"RRGH!!!" Ash got up, clutching his head. "OW!!! DAMMIT!!!"

The rest of the day continued pretty much that same way, with one bad event following the other. When nighttime finally came, Ash found himself going to a walk in the woods, alone.

"Man, I don't see how this day could have gone any worse. It's a good thing I didn't have a gym battle. I can't believe Paul actually had to save me from Team Rocket! How humiliating! Paul! See, that's so bad I made it italic, bold, and underlined! Man…"

Ash continued to walk, when a low branch hit his head making him fall on his back.

"Ow! Of course!"

Ash got up and looked up at the starry sky.

"Wish upon a star…ha! If only that actually worked…" Ash sat down, leaning his back against a tree. "Man, that would be just what I needed. Some kind of genie, or a wishing rock. If every wish I made came true…oh, man, all my problems would be gone."

"You really think so?"
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BAM! End of chapter! So who was that? I think you already know that. See you guys in the next chapter!

-Fwingsnitch=D