... his bed in his jeans and black T shirt, his shoes, jacket and hat lying in various spots in the room. He watched the TV for awhile, but got bored with it. He would have talked with Pikachu, but he was in the Pokemon recovery area along with the rest of his Pokemon in the bed and breakfast, keeping them company.
Ash pulled off his gloves, and chucked them over next to his travel bag. 'Awww, this is boring. Being a great Pokemon trainer has its drawbacks.'
He sighed from boredom, his thoughts starting to wonder. As thoughts go, they were really rather aimless for a good while, but after a few minutes, they turned to past memories. All the adventures he'd had with Brock and Misty, and now it just being him and Misty. His thoughts focused in on just Misty, remembering all the things she'd said to him...and all the smackings he'd gotten. Yet...he didn't quite understand why she hadn't been acting quite the same since Brock left. Once, she grabbed his hand, and while she let go quickly, for the first time he had felt a slight jolt of electricity go through him...much like when Pikachu sometimes shocked him, but more pleasant.
He flushed slightly at the memory, not used to such things. He was a young boy still, but things like that had been creeping up on him every so often. He felt a stirring between his legs, something else that had ...