#31--Night
Camping out under the stars had been a treat for him when he was young, back when he had servants and attendants and hot running water to greet him at the campsite. But now it was an every night occurance, much lacking in the luxuries of old.
He turned over in his sleeping bag. On the other side of the still-smoking fire pit was Jesse, curled up like a nesting Caterpie. Her life had always had hardships, so she seemed to adjust better. And Meowth had been an alley cat most of his life, so he knew how to survive in a hostile world.
James lacked the experience the others had. Even leaving home at a young age, he still had depended mostly on others, something he knew was still true. Without Jesse or even Meowth, he would be lost in life, back to the deep longing for companionship that posessed him during his time alone.
No, he thought, even before then.
He had been alone most of his life. Sure, he had his parents, and a house full of servants, but none of them really dealt with him. Now he had friends, but nothing else.
Was his life any better? Was it worse? These were the sorts of questions that made his head hurt, so he tried not to think about it.
He pulled the sleeping bag's hood over his head, his face barely visible, and rolled onto his back. At least the stars were the same as they'd always been, and that was good.