Pokémon: the beginning

Ash slammed the door of the room shut and threw himself down on the bed. Another long day of training, this time with the added bonus of Misty and Brock going on and on, calling him an idiot and every other name a teenaged girl and a young adult could manage. Ash hated those names. He wasn’t good with words; he needed things explained more than once, and needed them to be put in the right words. But that always got him called stupid. He was the best trainer around, for crying out loud! But that never seemed to matter. He sat up on the sheets and the blanket and threw open the window, looking out across the forest. He was hallway through the gyms of the region, had seen so much, done so many things! Ash sighed, looked up at the stars. The cool wind blew across his face and through his hair, like the breath of revelation. But nothing came to him.
“Man!” Ash fell back on the bed again, covering his face with his hands. Then he got up and started removing his clothes. He could shower in the morning, and he was tired anyway. He pulled off his vest and his blue jeans and hat, leaving him in his boxers and his black t. he ran a hand through his hair and grumbled when he realized he had forgotten his gloves. He threw them on the pile and dropped back to the mattress with another sigh. The only thing that had been nice today was the weather, and Misty’s…
No! I can’t think of her like that, I’ll never get to sleep! But it was too late. He began to get stiff under his boxers and the fabric tented. Dammit!

Misty sniffed happily at the scent of the flowers outside. Her room was right above the Pokécenter’s gardens and the flowers were in full bloom. She sighed in content and looked out across the night sky, thinking of all the nights she had enjoyed this view from a different place.
I wonder if Ash is looking up at the sky… Misty’s brow furrowed and her smile faded. The boy she had set out on this journey with had grown up a lot. She remembered the first, fleeting glance she had of him; right as he stole her bike and ran off. She smiled a little at that memory. But then the frown returned. She was so mean to him. Brock too, but she treated him awfully.
I HAVE to! If you don’t realize how much of a little idiot he is… But Misty already knew in every fiber of her being that Ash was smarter than all of them. A little slow at first, maybe. And he never showed it. But Misty knew. She had seen him those few times when he was alone, the times that the spark of intelligence glistened in his eyes, a fierce spark of genius. And then she had heard him talk to himself, had seen him in action like most people had never seen. She remembered battling him, one on one when Brock wasn’t with them. And she had lost miserably.