It was somewhat muffled by the sound of falling water, but from just beyond the bathroom door, he could hear singing, and it was surprisingly good. He thought he even recognized the song; it was one of those pop songs they played non-stop on all the radio stations. Something about love.

As he drew closer to the bathroom door, the voice grew clearer and his face broke out into a huge grin. He would have never guessed she was into those kinds of songs. They seemed more like something her sisters would enjoy. Oh, she was never going to live this down. Thank goodness he'd forgotten his mom's shopping list.

"I said no one has to know what we do. His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room. And his voice is a familiar sound, nothing lasts forever. But this is getting good now," she belted out, her voice now echoing across the tiny bathroom. "He's so tall and handsome as hell. He's so bad but he does it so well. And when we've had our very last kiss. But my last request is..."

"Pika?"

Ash turned toward the Pokemon, his finger pressed against his lips. "Shh, Misty's singing," he explained, his voice just above a whisper.

Pikachu's ears twitched as he focused on the sound of Misty's voice.

"Say you'll remember me! Standing in a nice dress, staring at the-" Suddenly, Ash and Pikachu heard a loud crash. "Shit! Damn it, stupid soap! Ow, ow, ow!"

"Huh," Ash wondered aloud. "I don't remember those being the words."