A/N: the poem was from Maison Ikkoku.
I DON"T OWN POKEMON.
Have you ever noticed that when you look at the clouds, they tend to make shapes? And have you noticed that the shape of the clouds depends on the person looking at them?
Well, Jessie, Meowthe and I were blasting off like we always did after an encounter with the twerps, I saw a cloud float by that I was sure looked like a Camerupt, but Meowthe was convinced was a Perugly and Jessie swore was a Snorlax.
We bickered about it for a while until we hit the ground. it hurt, to say the least. Rather, I hit the ground, and Jessie hit me. I felt heat build up in my face, and I knew I was blushing.
She stared at me for a while before slapping me in the face.
She called me an idiot. She said I was being an idiot. She said it was my fault we were always failing. She stormed away fuming.
But I didn't care.
Because even though she can be a pain, and she can be irritating, she has moments where she is happy and really pleasant to be around.
And I wouldn't trade those for the world.
The woman I love burns with jealously,
Jumps to conclusions, cries, and turns to ice.
But when she laughs, the world is mine.
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