A girl and boy sat together watching the goldeen sunset. Pretending to be drowzee, the girl rested her head on the boy’s shoulder. The boy, knowing this was pretty farfetch’d of her, ignored the oddish move.

"You slowpoke! You’re supposed to hold me!” she scolded.

“Kind of krabby today, aren’t you?” he asked, chuckling softly. She gave him a ghastly glare; he wrapped his arms around her in a rapidash.

“Don’t jynx this,” she mumbled. Fearing her poliwrath, he became quiet.


“I,” Misty paused, feeling fearow rise in her. This is my chancey, she thought.


“I love mew, Ash.”


“Ditto.”