A/N: I don’t own Pokemon. Wish I did, but we don’t always get everything we want, ne? Everything in here but the plot belongs to Nintendo, 4Kids Entertainment, and all the rich people who aren’t me.

Jessie’s Diary:

Oh Celebi. I’m such an idiot. We had a perfect plan today. As usual, the brat and his friends caused it to literally blow up in our faces. And as usual, I blamed it on James and malleted him. Sure the mark always disappears within five minutes, but I wish I didn’t get angry so easily. I always wind up hurting the people I care about most.

And in James’s case, the people I love.

Yes, love. Not that I’ve got enough nerve to actually TELL him that. And as soon as I almost do get enough courage, Meowth has to completely blow the moment. Or worse, I do. Emotions don’t come easily for me, especially when it comes to expressing them. It’s annoying. And I always wind up saying the wrong thing. Usually something that hurts them worst.

And I don’t think James even feels the same way. Sometimes I think he hates me.

And it’s understandable if he does. I hate myself too.

Besides, he could never love me. I’m a tyrant, I’m violent, and worst of all, I look almost EXACTLY like his Dominatrix of a fiancee. I look just like that bloodsucking little vampire.

Besides, I always wind up losing the people I care about. Like Dad. He left when I was five. Then Madame Boss sent Mom after Mew and she never came back. I don’t even hope for her return anymore. It’s been ten years and she’s still not back.

Face it, Jess. She’ll never be back.

That’s why I won’t tell James that I love him. I’m not good enough for him.

James’s Diary:

Well, we screwed up another plan today. We covered the hole perfectly. It blended in so well. The twerps were sure not to notice it.

Problem was, neither did we. We fell in, and then they ran down the road. They fell in and had a nice soft landing- on US. The twerp blasted us off, and we landed in a tree. Just like always. And then Jessie blamed me.

Sometimes I seriously think she hates me. And sometimes I think she honestly cares about me.

Well, I know she cares about me. Just not the way I want her to.

I really love her. But she could never love me. She’s perfect. Tough, strong, beautiful. I don’t know why she puts up with me. I’m weak, wussy, and as she so kindly puts it, an ignoramus. She once told me that if ignorance was bliss, I was the world’s happiest person.

She loves me, I know that. But in that we’re-just-friends way. It’s really kind of depressing. I love her, though. But I’m too scared to tell her.

Meowth’s POV:

Jessie and James are writing in their diaries again. They have identical black journals. James once told me how that happened. Back in Pokemon Tech, before I met them, they got them at Christmas. Jessie bought James a journal, and he had the same idea. They both freaked when they opened their gifts at the same time and found the same thing.

I can’t stand them sometimes. Humans are so dumb about some things. Like love, for example. I read the diaries once in a while. Only if I’m bored and they ain’t looking. I learned this much from the reading: They love each other and they’re too scared to show it. Jessie loves James and she’s scared that he doesn’t love her. James loves Jessie and he’s too afraid to tell her.

See? Ain’t humans dumb about love?

Hey! Maybe if I switched the journals…they COULD stop being idiots about each other…

But they’d both kill me. Or maybe they’d be grateful.

Worth a try.

That night while Jessie and James were eating dinner, I slipped off and switched the journals. They were too busy pigging out to notice. As soon as they had finished eating, they went to write again.

Jessie’s POV:

I opened my journal to write some more. Then I noticed a distinct change.

This one wasn’t mine. I was about to close it- I REALLY shouldn’t be reading James’s diary- but then I saw three words that caught my attention.

“I love her.”

I glanced over at James, who hadn’t picked up the journal yet, meaning he hadn’t discovered it was the wrong one, then began flipping through. I had to find out who he was talking about. Even if it broke my heart.

James’s POV:

I picked up my journal, noticing that Jessie had done a double-take when she picked up hers. I thought it was weird, but I figured it was nothing.

I opened to an entry labeled with today’s date- it just wasn’t in my writing.

This was Jessie’s handwriting.

Meaning she had MY journal.

“This could get ugly,” I muttered under my breath. Then I looked at the entry more closely and began to read it.

“That’s why I won’t tell James I love him. I’m not good enough for him.”

I nearly dropped the book. Jessie loved me back! I put down the book, ran over and kissed her. “I love you too,” I whispered. She dropped my journal and kissed me back.

Meowth’s POV:

I sat back against a tree trunk with a hanky. My little switch would either result in a sappy moment or serious fireworks. I watched as James read the journal with a shocked look on his face. Too bad I didn’t have any popcorn, because this would definitely be a good show.

Jessie’s POV: I broke away from James. “How did you know?” I asked.

“SOMEONE”- he shot a pointed look at Meowth- “switched our journals.”

“MEOWTH!” we both screamed.

“Yeah?” he yelled back.

I pulled out my mallet and held it up. “I’m giving you a ten-second head start,” I shouted. “One…two…ten!” He took off and I started to go after him, but James pulled me back.

“Let him run,” he said. “I think we have some talking to do.” He leaned in and kissed me again.