Well superchimchar dared me to either write a oneshot ship that I don't like or a lemon. So here ya go, dude. This is my least favorite ship, The Forbidden Ship.

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Serena peers out of her window. As always, Ash Ketchum is nowhere to be seen. His shift at the grocery store starts at 4, right when she has to babysit her nephews. 

"Aunt Serenaaaaa!" Her 8-year-old nephew, Tony, dashes toward the 18-year-old. 

"Pizza is in the fridge, invite over any friends you want, the wi-fi password is on the table." She mutters and stares at the empty sidewalk.

"No! Parker stole my water gun!" He replies, pulling on the older girl's skirt.

"You need to get out of the house. Come on, we're--" Serena stops mid-sentence and grins. "We're going to the grocery store."

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Serena struggles to push her cart to the check-out line. Her eyes grow wide as she notices who's standing at the cash register. "A-Ash!"

The raven-haired boy looks up and smiles. "Hey, Serena." He glances down at the two boys who are yelling at each other with a puzzled look. "Uh."

"These are my nephews. They're idiots."

He nods. "Why are you buying brownie mix and chocolate ice cream?"

"I'm gonna make brownies so that I can use the ice cream to make a brownie sundae." Serena sighs. "The sundae for girls with nothing better to do on a Saturday night."

Ash smiles, then hands her a receipt. "Remember, I get off at 9." 

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Serena sits on her couch, staring at a black TV screen. Next to her is a large bowl full of chocolate ice cream. 

Knock, knock. 

"Parker! Tony! Get the door, I'm busy!" The teenager calls.

Silence.

She sighs and walks to the door, opening it. "A-A-Ash?"