Disclaimer I don't own pokemon


I am going visit Misty .She said her sisters are gone on some sort of shopping tour. I'm going alone. No Brock, no Max, Drew, or even pokemon! With the exception of Pikachu! Misty loves the little guy! I saw the gym and ran up to it.

'You can do this Ketchum! Be prepared for the worst!' I thought. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK I heard a grumble and Misty opened the door.

"We're closed. Wait, do I know you?" She got some pep in her voice.

"Y-yes. Yes you do, Mist," I used her nickname. This got her utmost attention.

"A-ash?" She stuttered. I nodded. At first she looked excited, then, she looked confused, then, she looked outraged.

"Misty? Calm down! Don't do something you'll regret!" I warned her.

"Ash! Do you know how long it's been! I thought when we planned this I would be better. Well, turns out I'm not! It's been eight years Ash. Eight years! After you left, you never called and I only saw you those times I visited. This is like a bullet to the heart, Ash!" Misty cried. Pikachu jumped on her shoulder and patted her cheek.

"Aww, thanks, Pikachu!" She squealed. She never could be sad around pokemon. It used to be she could never be sad around pokemon, or me.

"Misty. Do you know WHY I came here?" I asked.

"No," she went cold again. Her stunning eyes went to frightning. Her face looked sad and abandoned. It looked like she hadn't slept. Was it all, because of, me?

"I'll tell you. If I can come in," I negotiated.

"Fine. Come in," she hissed.

We went upstairs to her room and sat on her bed. It was what you'd expect from Misty, blue walls, blue bed, water pokemon posters, and water pokemon plushies.

"Now why did you come here?" She asked lamely. I scooted closer to her and whispered In her ear:

"I came here to ask you something tnat I've been holding in since you helpled Brock and I save that stray charmander: Will you be my girlfriend?" I felt her shudder.

"Ash! I don't know! I mean, no contact for eight years! Two words: Bullet heart," said coldly. Something was bothering her badly. And that something, was me. I would be furious too. No contact from me. SHE put in the effort, SHE tried to keep in touch. And SHE used to like me. Hence USED to. Oh Misty.

"Misty, I need to tell you something: I've regretted not seeing you for so long. I have thought of you whenever i saw anything blue, red, or orange. Blue because of your love of water and water pokemon. Red because of your fiery temper that suits you so well. And orange because of your amazing hair that looks so amazing. But what you really need to near is: I'm sorry. I've gone through pain! I have loved you for so long! Please Misty!" I pleaded. Tears began streaming down my face.

Her expression went soft for a few seconds, then her face went from scary, to pained. She wipped her head to me and stood up.

"You've gone through pain?! You've had regret?! What about ME?! Ash I've loved YOU since I fished you out of the river! And I've gone through pain every day you've Ignored my calls! Sorry. You're right. Sorry IS what I need. Sorry from my heart!" Misty cried and ran out of her room.

'This is gonna tame some charm, heart, and honesty,' I thought and ran after her.