Serena's POV

I wake up to the sound of a tapping on my window. Yawning, I check the time on my phone, and rub my eyes. It's 4:32! What is going on? Slowly staggering out of bed, I look out of clear-glass window and stare. It's Ash.
"What the?..." I start. I open the it up and call out to him.
"Ash! What are you doing?" I hiss, leaning out. He sighs and rolls up his window.
"Pikachu's gone missing!" He replies, in a panic. I gasp, and look around my room.
"That's not like him at all!"
"I know! I was wondering if he crept into your house!" Then I realize,
"Sylveon has gone, too!" I see the spot where my fairy-type was curled up when I went to sleep.
"Lets find 'em!" Ash whispers. I nod, and put my sneakers on. It's not the best look, lilac and pink pyjamas and mint-green sneakers, but it'll have to do.

I tiptoe out of my house, as does Ash. He grabs my hand determinedly as we set off into the wood. I gulp. Whenever we would go somewhere dark in a group, I would get a teensy bit scared and start making up scary theories without actually meaning to say them.
"Um, Ash..." I say, pulling his jacket that he gave me tighter around my shoulders.
"Huh? Oh, uh. You looked cold, so..." I shake my head.
"No... That!" I yelp as I see a huge Pokemon sleeping in a bush. Quietly, Ash pulls out his Pokedex.
"Bewear. Bewear is a big, cuddly Pokemon, but gets aggressive if frightened or angry."
I shrink behind Ash, and he tightens his grip on my hand. My face turns a fiery red, all the 10-year old emotions flooding back.
"C'mon. I doubt they'd be here anyways." He whispers. He's putting me over Pikachu...
"No! I'm not putting our Pokemon's lives at risk, just because I'm a bit scared of some other Pokemon!" I run past the bear, getting it over with. It stirs, but doesn't wake.
"Sylveon! Pikachu! Where are you guys?!" I hiss loud enough for them to hear. Muffled voices squeak.
"Mmph- Pika!.."
"Eon! Pff-Sylveon!"
They're underneath the Bewear.

You're kidding me.

"Really?!" I yell, then cover my mouth regretfully as the bear shuffles about in it's sleep. Ash puts his finger to his lips and tiptoes toward me. We reach our hands into a small slit between the ground and where the big Pokemon is sleeping and we manage to grab hold of Pikachu and Sylveon. Carefully, we pull them out and land in a crumpled heap. Sylveon is next to me with Pikachu curled up beside her. Ash is half on my arm, holding it. My blush intensifies. I swear if I get any redder, I will be glowing in the dark depths of the the forest like a lava lamp.
"H-huh? Oh..." Ash sees the pose we're all in and lets go.

Quiet as a Fletchling swooping down from below, we exit the abyss of leaves and twigs and looming shadows.

When I get in, I change and go upstairs. There, on the other side of the window from across the narrow path is Ash, waiting for me. My heart melts slightly looking at his eyes and how gentle they were. Even at the airport all those years ago...
"Hey, thanks." He mutters.
"For what?"
"Helping Pikachu and Sylveon. I should have listened to you in the first place, or we would have left them." He shakes his head, frowning.
"O-oh. It was no trouble, really." I say, smiling and waving my hand.
"Okay. Ahh, I'm gonna hit the sack. Night, Serena!" He gives me a goofy grin and turns round. Silently, I blow a kiss when his back is turned and go round to my bed.
"Hmm." I lay awake, trying to collect my thoughts. I like him, right? Of course I do. That's it.

I'll tell him How I feel. Tomorrow. I think to myself. I hope he feels the same...