Pokémon High-Amourshipping

Bonnie Strikes

Ash's POV

"Did Clemont make a fool of himself?" Bonnie demanded. I was at Clemont's house with my mum for dinner, and Bonnie had ambushed Clemont and I as we snuck away to his room.

"When?" I asked. Bonnie rolled her eyes.

"At the dance yesterday!" She clarified impatiently.

"Oh." I glanced at Clemont who seemed a little annoyed. "No, I don't think so."

"THINK?!" Bonnie exploded, clearly finding the answer unsatisfactory. Then suddenly, a sly look dawned upon her face.

"Clemont." Her brother looked at her. "Sorry," She began, although something told me that there was no sincerity behind it. Clemont raised an eyebrow, and nodded slowly. Bonnie continued. "You know how you write down everyone's address on a document if you have to do a project with them?"

"Yes?"

"You once went to one of my friends older brothers house. I was wondering if I could check their address?"

"Who?" Clemont asked.

"Uh, James." I frowned. I didn't know a James, but recognition dawned on Clemont's face, and he nodded. Smiling, Bonnie dashed off ahead of us and collapsed onto Clemont's desk chair. Clemont and I followed her in. I looked over Bonnie's shoulder as she scrolled down the document. Clemont was rummaging through his wardrobe.

"Isn't that it there?" I pointed to an address on the screen. Bonnie stopped scrolling.

"Yeah..." Bonnie trailed off. I noticed that she wasn't looking at the address she had claimed to have wanted. Following her stare, I trailed down screen until I saw the address she was looking at. Bonnie scribbled it down and with a shout of success, dashed off down the hall.

"Clemont." I begun. "Did you ever do a project Korrina by any chance?"

"Yes, actually. Two years ago. That was the first time I talked to her." He said vaguely, continuing to rummage through his inventions.

"And you wrote her address on this document." I said slowly.

"Yeah, like everyone else."

"And you let Bonnie look at this document." I turned to look at my friend, who looked at me, comprehension dawning on his face. He cursed quietly and dashed out of the room. I stood up and began to follow. Just as I emerged into the living room, Clemont walked past me. I followed him.

"Well?" I prompted.

"Bonnie just made a phone call."

"You put their numbers in as well?" I asked incredulously. Clemont sighed angrily. He stormed off towards Bonnies room. Cringing, I followed.

"Bonnie!" Clemont called angrily. Bonnie danced up to the door way, grinning sweetly up at us.

"Yes?" She asked. Clemont stormed up to her.

"What did you do!?" He asked angrily.

"Oh, not much." She grinned cheekily at us. "But someone may pay a visit tomorrow." Hearing this, Clemont groaned and put his face in his hands. He looked at his sister, and sighed. He left. Clemont wasn't the type to be aggressive or to hold a grudge.

"Bonnie, when is she coming." I asked in defeat."

"About one."

"You, know, Clemont cares about you tons. And that wasn't the nicest thing to do." Bonnie raised an eyebrow.

"He needs help!" She grinned at me. "And so do you!" Surprised, I took a step back. Luckily, Clemont and Bonnies father announced dinner to the household, his voice booming through the house. I quickly slunk off, leaving a grinning Bonnie behind me. As I sat down on the dinner table, Clemont sighed. I felt for him. I didn't have a conspiring sister against me. Suddenly, a grinning Bonnie emerged and plonked herself down on a chair. Satisfied, Clemont's dad handed dished down the table. Worries gone, I devoured the food. My mum asked Clemont about his inventions, which seemed to perk him up, his mood progressively improving throughout dinner. Afterwards, Clemont and I retreated to his room, where Clemont collapsed onto his bed, defeated.