This fic was inspired by the Sailor Moon song ‘Rainy Day Man’. I love the song.

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I can’t believe I’ve been dumped. ME. The great and beautiful Jessie of Team Rocket, havs been dumped. And by Butch of all people. That froggy voiced freak left me for Cassidy. I can’t believe it. Now I have no one. James can’t help. I left him a long time ago, for Butch. What was I thinking?! James is the best friend I ever had! Oh, great. It’s raining and that wacko Butch stole my umbrella. Perfect. Now, I have to waste my money to get a taxi all because my umbrella was stolen. Oh, God it’s cold. I wish... “Oh, God, I miss James.”, I uttered the words I never expected to say. I shivered violently. I wish he was here, but that isn’t possible. Rumor is he has a girlfriend. Right now, I wish I was her.

I love him, but not the way people think. He’s like a kid brother. A big kid brother. And no matter what, I’ll love him. I think I love him the other way, too. I really don’t know. I thought I could tr ust Butch, too, so God only knows how I think. Man, I hate it when my hair’s wet. I wish I had an umbrella.

Huh? Why isn’t it raining anymore? Wait! It is raining, I’m just not getting wet. Who’s umbrella is this? I look up to see...”James! What are you doing here?” He smiled his horribly cute smile at me. “I know how you hate it when your hair’s wet. So, i stole your umbrella back.” He was right. It was mine. “How’d you know that Butch and I broke up?”, I asked sadly. “He hooked up with my girlfriend. I just thought logically he broke up with you.” I could sense my eyes widen in horror. I growled at him. “Cassidy was your girlfriend?! How could you betray me like that?” He kinda gave me a look that said ‘You did it first’. I looked at my feet. He hugged me. I had a really strong urge to hit him. But I didn’t. Then, he did it.

I felt my cheeks grow hot with embarassment as his lips pressed against my cheek. “I’m glad you didn’t hit me.”, he laughed. I love his laugh. It’s so cute, just like his giggle. Trust me. They’re different. I smiled at him and gently kissed his lips. i saw his face light up with joy. Finally, a man I could trust! I always trusted him. I even allowed him to read my diary. That’s how strong our friendship was. It isn’t friendship anymore. It’s love. “I love you, Jessie.”, he whispered. I swear he can read my mind. “I love you, James.”