Not Half Bad

It's Rave again! Yesterday, I wrote a Penguinshipping fic, and now, for the first time on this site (I believe), you will get to read an OutOfSpiteShipping drabble. Honestly, it is intentionally written to be interpreted several different ways like one sided or mutual. This is the pairing of Paul and Kenny, and it is my first ever stand alone shouen-ai project in my fan fiction career. This is another holiday themed drabble. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review.

DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/TAJ/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.

A finger taps the kid on his right shoulder and then a voice softly calls, "Um, excuse me?"

Kenny, dressed in his contest garb and waiting to do his appeal, turns around and faces a stone-faced, purple haired trainer. Kenny gasps, knowing full well the reason he is face to face with his secret crush.

Not waiting for the coordinator to respond, Paul, the trainer informs Kenny, "So...that girl who travels with the trainer with the Pikachu said I would see you here."

"The trainer's name is Ash," Kenny nervously clarifies, "and the girl is Dawn. I should know. I've known her since preschool."

"Whatever," Paul laconically remarks. He then takes a CD case labeled Long Road Out of Eden out of one of the pockets in his jacket, and holds it in front of Kenny. "So I got Thanks for this, did you know I liked the Eagles? Not even my folks back home in Veilstone know that."

Kenny shrugs for a second before saying, "Uhh...a lucky shot, Paul." What Paul doesn't know, and what Kenny will never tell is that he's seen Paul at various restaurants playing Eagles tunes on the jukebox, and got the idea to buy the CD for him for Christmas.

Paul nods his head and reiterates, "Again, thanks..."


"Kenny, that's right," Paul stumbles. He then loosens the reins on his 'cool edge' and admits, "That was awfully nice of you. I...kind of feel bad. I didn't get you..."

"Don't worry about it," Kenny dismisses. "I gave it to you just because. I don't do it expecting anything back in return. No one should."

Taking a deep breath and thumbing both of his cheeks, Paul tells Kenny, "You're right. You know, I don't say this too often,'re not half bad." Giving Kenny a single pat on the shoulder, he implores him to "Happy holidays, and keep up the good work, man," and as he leaves, Paul turns back to Kenny, and quickly flashes him the peace sign. Although Paul would probably deny it fervently, Kenny swears that upon leaving, Paul gave him half of a smile as he headed to the audience area.

Kenny turns around and silently whispers to himself several 'Oh My Gods,' in response to the semi-compliment of him being not half bad. "I'm not half bad," Kenny tells himself. "That's more of a compliment than...anyone else can say they've gotten from Paul." Kenny then grows in confidence as he realizes with a huge grin plastered on his face, "Maybe to Paul, I'm not like everyone else. I hope not, at least."