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**Ash and Misty are 17 here, Serena is 16, Dawn is 16, Iris is 15. Brock is 20, Tracey is 19, Gary is 18. The rest of the characters are 17.
"Dawn, you’re up this early?" Came Delia’s exclamation of surprise. Said girl grinned.
“You bet! I’ve been such a morning person lately! It makes me so much more energetic.” She said enthusiastically to the woman who was making breakfast. “Do you need help, Ms Ketchum? You have a lot of people to cook for!” She said in surprise. And it was true; all of Ash’s close friends from his travels were all gathered together in Pallet to celebrate his 17th birthday. Some friends, who called dibs, slept in the spare rooms. Mainly: Misty, Brock, Dawn, May and Max. Misty and Dawn were in one room, and May and Max in the last. Brock was sharing Ash’s room.
“Call me Delia, Dawn! And no, no dear. Although, could you go wake up Brock? He is supposed to help me; something about a recipe he’s been wanting to try! He’s in Ash’s bedroom.” She added.
Dawn glanced behind her in the living room.
“Brock’s on the couch, actually.” Dawn said.
Delia’s brow furrowed. “Is that so? That’s awfully odd. Hmm… was Misty in your room when you woke up?”
Dawn blinked. “Um, I didn’t really check, but now that you mention it, I didn’t see any orange in the room.” She joked.
Delia grinned. She sighed. “Those kids, I swear they’re inseparable. Misty probably kicked Brock out in the middle of the night.”
“Why would Misty want to sleep on the floor when there’s a good bed in the spare bedroom?” Dawn asked confusedly.
Delia laughed. “On second thought, dear, wake Brock up for me, then go check on Ash upstairs. Try to wake him up if you can.” And with that, she turned back to the stove.
Dawn shrugged and walked out, her bunny slippers dragging along the floor. After giving Brock a good slap to the ear to wake him up, she went upstairs.
She crept along the hallway, to not wake anyone else, until she reached her destination.
She cracked open Ash’s door and peaked in, about to slap him too, when she noticed that it wasn’t just him.
Orange hair was tangled with his black locks in the sheets.
Dawn almost screamed. Misty was in his bed- not just that, in his arms. How long had this been going on?!
Misty’s back was against Ash’s chest, his arms around her stomach, her arms on top of his. His face was in the crook of her neck. They both looked incredibly peaceful.
She quickly grabbed her phone and snapped a picture.
Too bad her volume was up, and the shutter sound resonated throughout the room.
She shut the door, leaving it just barely open, to wear she could her their voices and see their forms slightly.
Misty rolled around, her face buried in his chest.
This action made Ash stir. His arms tightened around her and her hands stayed flat on his chest.
“…Hey.” came a low and slightly raspy voice.
“Hey yourself. Good morning.” Misty responded, stifling a yawn.
“Don’t do that, you’re gonna make me…” A yawn interrupted his retort.
“What time is it? Should we get up?” Misty asked groggily.
“No.” was the simple response.
“Mist, come on, we don’t get much time to ourselves… I like this. It’s peaceful. Please.” He pleaded.
She smiled sleepily and snuggled into him, putting her arms around his neck and running her fingers through his hair.
“Mm… Okay. Five minutes.” And she placed a quick kiss on his lips, before settling them down on his neck, where they stayed in a comfortable position.
“Thanks, Mist. Love you.” He said, falling back asleep.
“I love you too, Ash.” Misty said, closing her eyes.
Dawn turned her phone on silence, opened the door a bit wider, took another picture, and flew down the stairs.
Did everyone know about this little development besides her?
Well, even if they did, these pictures were being shown to everyone.
She grinned, and walked into the kitchen.
Well, maybe everyone but Serena. That wouldn’t be a fun experience. It’d probably make things awkward.
But why didn’t they act like a couple in public?
She smiled again, her new topic of interest hanging on her lips as she bid Brock a good morning.
She heard May come trudging down the stairs, and heard a car outside.
Oh, yeah. This was going to be an interesting breakfast.