On One Knee

Sup bird, CheruBitzee here. Boy, long time no Palletshipping! I've detached one of my legs and left it next to the starboard of this ship so it's safe to say I'm still in it, haha!!!

I've been writing way too much this month: so much so in fact that I've decided to celebrate Valentine's Day with a few oneshots! I found a prompt on tumblr, worked with it and tadaa, this story was born. I'm not sure if a first-person POV was the best thing to go for with this story, but I've done what I can and I think it's delightful, really.

Man am I still hella behind though. As of right now I'm in the middle of a Diodeshipping story and a Soroku one so I guess I have the rest of the day cut out for me. xD I don't own Pokémon, but Gary and Ash are mine (especially Ash, that Ash is seriously MEIN MEIN MEIN). I hope you enjoy reading this funny crack story!

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You know that bottle of confidence you have when you plan to do something important and then when it comes to actually DOING it, it somehow... drops and falls to pieces? You'd probably never believe me when I say that rarely happens to me, but Arceus...

It's horrible. It's absolutely, ridiculously, abashedly cruel to go through something like presenting a speech or performing onstage or going through interviews for a potential occupation and knowing you have to do it properly and confidently. Not that I've ever gone through those without trouble, mind you. I've got a reputation, so maybe you could or couldn't understand my pain when this awful thing happens to me for the first time.

You see, I... have a boyfriend.

Yes, I definitely do. Are ya jealous? And not just any boyfriend too. He's Ash Ketchum, the black-haired, hazel-eyed wonder with at least 48+ gym badges across six regions including the Orange Islands and Hoenn's Battle Frontier. He's competed in every single Pokémon League, and though he's only made top ranks for five, he did win at the ultimate Kalos League Tournament. So, he's pretty awesome, ain't he?

Well, of course he is. I wouldn't be dating him if he isn't. (And Ash, I love you either way, damn it.)

He and I... well, we've been together for a long time, minus the years he spent travelling and the years I spent researching, that is. We're childhood friends, you see. But even through all that time unspent with one another, somehow, we still managed to fall in love with each other, ha ha. He told me he likes me, I told him I liked him... Some love story, huh?

Anyway, I mean to tell you how all this talk about confidence and failure all ties in together. Fellow men, I'm sure you know the feeling. See, I've been planning to tell Ash that I want to take our relationship to the next level, and what better way than to get down on one knee and profess to him how it would make my world if he would spend the rest of his life with me? Okay, cliché line, but that's not the point here. I could brainstorm about a hundred reasons why finally proposing would be the bee's knees, and that doesn't only include getting a wonderful husband or eventually settling down and sharing a home together. But who knew proposals would be so freaking difficult?

Three months into the new year and I've already been having thoughts about breaking the news to my beloved. But how and where and when? During my free time, I'd search up articles and read all about these really extravagant, perfect proposals other people have attempted and succeeded at. But with all that perfection comes hard work, and while I'm truly industrious, I decided that simple and traditional would be the best. Ash was never into the kind of fancy shindig, anyway.