Looking For You
Prologue-When We Where Young
I guess I can lie. To your face, even after all that. But that isn't the point. The point is that I wish I wasn't who I am. Does that even make sense?
As a little boy, do you remember going fishing with that old guy? And do you remember the misty-eyed girl who tripped and fell face first into the water? And three older girls laughed and pointed? Do you? Well, that was me.
Even though I appeared to be a super dork, you came over to talk to me, promising Old Guy you'd be back in a minute.
"Hi!" You said cheerfully. I kind of glared at you. You ignored that and continued chatting me up, until I finally opened up to you. The whole time, I was wondering what happened to your promise to Old Guy!
Finally, you introduced yourself. "By the way, my name's Ash. What's yours?" You looked at me funny, as though you had been trying to memorize the way I looked. But I thought nothing of it.
"My name's Misty." And so a friendship began. We chatted away about an hour until my three sisters came and dragged me away. I waved, wondering if I'd ever see you again.
I sat in my room for hours that night, staring at the stars, but I wasn't seeing the stars. I was seeing the face of a boy who came to talk to me, and not my one of my beautiful sisters. I went to sleep, dreaming of you.
And here I am, standing at the same spot we met, and there you were! You had a flock of Spearows chasing you, and you had grabbed my bike, explaining that you'd pay me back someday. You even had the courtesy of mentioning your name, Ash Ketchum.
Stunned, I realized that you were my childhood friend, but memory prevented you from recognizing me! I couldn't resist the urge to follow you, and I ended up in Viridian City.
I got a funny feeling in my stomach at the sight of the burnt-up, greasy mark on the bridge. I had a bad feeling about this! I followed the funny trail you had mad, and you ended up leading me in a wild goose chase to the Pokēmon Center.
Walking through the sliding doors, what did I see besides you, covered in mud, grease, and something that smelled rotten, and beside you, a burnt-up frame of a mysteriously familier bicycle. I groaned. You toasted my bike.
"Ash Ketchum!" I roared, scaring you. But then I saw that you were holding something. It was yellow, and the Nurse Joy was bustling around, looking for something. A Chansey wheeled over a stretcher.
"Is that your Pokēmon?" I asked gently, and you nodded affirmatively, and I knew by the look in your eyes not to push the subject any farther. I had gloomily sat down on the bench beside you and waited.
A/N: I'm sorry this chapter is so short. It's just the prologue, but expect my chapters to be longer. I really wanted to start a fic from Misty's POV, since everything was more or less from Ash's. Anyways, please R&R!
