Yo! I just read 100 voicemails. . . so SAD! I cried :( but then I checked the viewer count, and 2 people had already looked at chapter 13, making my total count 96. 96! 96!!!!!!!!! That's almost 100! You people rock! I love you all! And guess what? I figured out what to do when I get 100 views! I'll write a short story with these characters, and I'll also donate a chapter to the first 10 people to comment after I reach 100. Comment early and it'll count!

The next day. . . . 

So I didn't have time to write this chapter before school, but now I just logged in, and after a long, draining day of snow, cold, a jammed locker, stomach pain, and other general mishaps, I log onto Wattpad, the page loads. . . AND I SEE 100 VIEWS ON THIS STORY!!!!!!!!! 100!!!!!! Needless to  say, I've spent the past 15 minutes doing a victory dance/ celebrating in my room. You are all SOOOOOO amazing!!!! Start commenting, and I'll start dedicating chapters. I LOVE YOU ALL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Okay, I'll stop now and write the chapter already. 

Yellow knew she couldn't run much farther, but she pushed herself, knowing that today was their last day at the Whirl Islands. 

She and Lance were racing across the island, up steep slopes, through jagged passes, and down slippery, treacherous hill sides. 

Lance always stayed just a few feet in front of her, silently urging her to go faster, to catch up with him. 

Feeling the burning strain of her legs eat away at her remaining strength, Yellow propelled herself forward, breaking into a sprint. Lance smirked at her as she caught up to him and he matched her pace before pulling ahead of her once more. 

"Need a break?" he asked as her breathing became strained and ragged. She shook her head no, and used the distraction to catch up to him.

The two of them ran for a few more minutes, until Yellow's legs couldn't take it anymore. Finally, she slowed, letting herself feel the pain. It felt good. 

She was stronger than she'd ever been in her life, and the pain she was feeling now was a testament to her hard work and perseverance. 

Lance, noticing that she had dropped behind, slowed down, settling into an easy jog beside her. 

"Now do you want to take a break?" he asked. 

"Yes", she replied, surprising him, "but I'm not going to."

Lance smirked again. "Let's see how long that lasts", he said, "now it's time for some push-ups."

Yellow groaned, getting into position stiffly. 

"One", Lance said, and they both went down, and back up again. "Two."

When the two of them finally stopped for lunch, Yellow lay down on the ground, exhausted. 

She started to get up to go inside and make lunch, but Lance scooped her up, carrying her in his arms. 

He carried her all the way to the small cooking cave, setting her gently on a counter made of wooden boards. 

"I love you", Lance said, gazing in her eyes. 

She smiled back, whispering, "I love you, too."

Lance walked down the earthen steps to the room's tiny cellar. He picked up two pre-made sandwiches and a few bags of pokemon food, calling all the pokemon to lunch mentally while heading back up to the kitchen. 

Yellow was still lying on the counter when Lance got back. She seemed to be falling asleep, so Lance put all the food down on a different counter and walked over to her. 

"No falling asleep, now", Lance whispered in her ear as he leaned over her, putting his arms on either side of her. "I have plans for us, you know. Big plans. Soon as lunch is over we can get started."

"P-plans?" Yellow squeaked, blushing. 

"First. . . " Lance began, leaning down even closer. Yellow's soft breathing tickled his neck as he leaned over her. "We might do some push-ups."

Yellow laughed, but Lance wasn't done. "Then we might work with the pokemon individually. Help isolate something everyone needs to work on." 

"And then?" asked Yellow.

Lance pressed his lips to hers, and Yellow wrapped her arms around his back, pulling him into her. When they pulled apart, Lance kept his forehead on hers. 

"I honestly hadn't gotten that far yet", he admitted. Yellow felt butterflies in her stomach as he leaned down and kissed her again. She blushed as she realized Chuchu and Dragonite were watching them from the doorway. 

Hungry. . . complained Chuchu. 

Lance has a girlfriend, Dragonite said with a mischievous look in its eyes.

Dragonite and Chuchu had grown quite close over the past week, and were almost inseperable now. Even when Dragonite was practicing flying, the little yellow pokemon would ride on its back, offering encouragement. 

"Unlike you, I'm actually quite good with the ladies", Lance told Dragonite. 

What ladies? We both know Yellow's the only girlfriend you've ever had, Dragonite pointed out.

"And you've never had any", Lance replied. He was still leaning over Yellow, and he went back to staring at her after he was done burning his Dragonite. Yellow laughed at their conversation. Both Yellow and Lance had the gift of being able to read pokemon minds, as well as heal pokemon. It came in handy during a battle, that was for sure. 

After lunch, Lance and Yellow trained some more, eventually stopping to watch the sunset together. This was definitely Lance's favorite part of the day. Or maybe it was having lunch together. Or waking up to see Yellow's beautiful face. Or it might have been watching the sunrise together. . . 

Yellow caught him staring at her and blushed. "What is it?" she asked. 

"You're so beautiful. . . " he replied, mesmerized. Yellow smiled at him and rested her head on his shoulder, yawning. "Ready for bed?" he asked her. 

"Yeah. . . I'm so sore", Yellow said. Lance stood, and helped Yellow to her feet. She groaned, rubbing her neck. "Sorry. Just. . . long day."

"Here", Lance said. He picked her up again, and she wrapped her arms around his neck as he carried her inside. 

Lance's cave only had one bed, so he had offered to sleep on the floor at first, but Yellow hadn't let him, so instead they shared the bed. Lance put Yellow down on it now, climbing in after her and pulling the covers over both of them. He thought Yellow looked a little cold, so he put his arms around her to warm her up. 

Yellow smiled, snuggling into him. Tomorrow was the tournament, but tonight they could just be themselves. Lance inhaled the scent of her hair, which was still soft, even after days of no showering. He knew he probably smelled bad, but Yellow didn't. She was always perfect. 

His Yellow. . . he was never going to let go of her. He vowed to be there for her whenever she needed him. Because he loved her. 

Mushy! Don't you just love it? I'll get started on the promised short story, and please comment so I can hold up the other end of the bargain. Seriously now, I really wish Lance was real. He and Yellow are so adorable! Ah. . . I love these two. What's your favorite chapter so far? Something you want to see happen? Another ship maybe. . . ? My favorite chapter so far is 13. I just like the way they watch the sunset at the end. SOOOOO romantic. I want a boyfriend. SIGH. Never had one before. Sad, considering the fact that I'm in high school. Oh, well. I'll meet a cute boy one of these days (crosses fingers). Vote, comment, share, etc, etc.