Misty turned to face the bed Ash was sleeping in. He seemed at peace.
Pikachu slept next to him. She sighed and sat upright on her own bed. She
had travelled with Ash for ages now. Yet he never seemed to notice her, to
care for her, in any way more than just a friend. Could they. . . would
they ever be more than just friends? Giving another sigh, she walked out
into the open air.
As she walked around, memories flickered past. The day they first met, his Pikachu was hurt and he had taken her bike to ride it to safety. She remembered meeting Brock with him. How Brock bustled around helping his brothers and sisters. She remembered Team Rocket; Jesse, the leader, or so she thought, with her long pinkish hair and queer way of thinking. James, the run away, filled with knowledge yet thicker than the Ilex forest. . . Meowth, the unique little talking feline with a mind only on money.
That had been ages and now Ash was up to his 8th badge in the Johto and their newest 'Pal' was a girl named Keya. To see those two together, talking and laughing as if they'd know each other for ages was sickening to Misty's mind, absolutely pathetic. 'Tryhard. . .' she had thought, grumbling as she tagged along behind the laughing couple.
In all fact, Misty was jealous of Keya. It was she who began this long journey with Ash, so why should Ash prefer the other female company over her? Keya, with her beauty and 'pleasant attitude', was any guy's dream. She knew that. She knew Ash knew it and she knew Keya herself knew it. Thinking back to just yesterday where Keya had shown her majestic beauty and grace by diving time and time again into the river whenever she knew Ash was looking made her feel like throwing up or, better yet, telling her to get lost. Brock was, unfortunately, not interested in her because she was too young, and so couldn't drive her away with his pure insanity.
Misty sighed, wondering what to do next. Deep down, she knew she liked Ash. The feeling of no self control scared her. She hated having no control over herself or her feelings. She hated Keya for destroying her chances with Ash. She hated everything. She hated everyone. Anger drowned all other emotions; she yelled. Her piercing cry shattered the peace of the night sky. Shaken, she sat down to weep over her misfortune.
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Ash appeared, staring into her eyes, "You ok?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice. Not knowing what to say, Misty just stared back. Keya and her perfect timing. 'Hey Ash! Oh, hey Misty. Gosh, Ash, better go inside or you'll freeze,' she said, giving him her sweetest smile. Misty was at the point of throwing up at any moment now. "C'mon, Mist, we'd better get inside before we all catch a cold." He said. Misty thought she detected an inkling of unhappiness at Keya's interruption. She shook her head. She needed some sleep; her imagination was getting excessively out of hand. With that, he turned and walked off. Keya gave Misty a disapproving glance before bounding after Ash.
Back in bed, Keya's snoring was heard over Misty and Ash's conversation. They finally ended the discussion and turned around to get some sleep. Misty was now hugging herself in a new kind of pleasure as she drifted to sleep.
The conversation's on the next chapter, ^ ^;;; Sorry about that but I was too lazy to think it up right now.
As she walked around, memories flickered past. The day they first met, his Pikachu was hurt and he had taken her bike to ride it to safety. She remembered meeting Brock with him. How Brock bustled around helping his brothers and sisters. She remembered Team Rocket; Jesse, the leader, or so she thought, with her long pinkish hair and queer way of thinking. James, the run away, filled with knowledge yet thicker than the Ilex forest. . . Meowth, the unique little talking feline with a mind only on money.
That had been ages and now Ash was up to his 8th badge in the Johto and their newest 'Pal' was a girl named Keya. To see those two together, talking and laughing as if they'd know each other for ages was sickening to Misty's mind, absolutely pathetic. 'Tryhard. . .' she had thought, grumbling as she tagged along behind the laughing couple.
In all fact, Misty was jealous of Keya. It was she who began this long journey with Ash, so why should Ash prefer the other female company over her? Keya, with her beauty and 'pleasant attitude', was any guy's dream. She knew that. She knew Ash knew it and she knew Keya herself knew it. Thinking back to just yesterday where Keya had shown her majestic beauty and grace by diving time and time again into the river whenever she knew Ash was looking made her feel like throwing up or, better yet, telling her to get lost. Brock was, unfortunately, not interested in her because she was too young, and so couldn't drive her away with his pure insanity.
Misty sighed, wondering what to do next. Deep down, she knew she liked Ash. The feeling of no self control scared her. She hated having no control over herself or her feelings. She hated Keya for destroying her chances with Ash. She hated everything. She hated everyone. Anger drowned all other emotions; she yelled. Her piercing cry shattered the peace of the night sky. Shaken, she sat down to weep over her misfortune.
Suddenly, as if out of nowhere, Ash appeared, staring into her eyes, "You ok?" he asked, a hint of worry in his voice. Not knowing what to say, Misty just stared back. Keya and her perfect timing. 'Hey Ash! Oh, hey Misty. Gosh, Ash, better go inside or you'll freeze,' she said, giving him her sweetest smile. Misty was at the point of throwing up at any moment now. "C'mon, Mist, we'd better get inside before we all catch a cold." He said. Misty thought she detected an inkling of unhappiness at Keya's interruption. She shook her head. She needed some sleep; her imagination was getting excessively out of hand. With that, he turned and walked off. Keya gave Misty a disapproving glance before bounding after Ash.
Back in bed, Keya's snoring was heard over Misty and Ash's conversation. They finally ended the discussion and turned around to get some sleep. Misty was now hugging herself in a new kind of pleasure as she drifted to sleep.
The conversation's on the next chapter, ^ ^;;; Sorry about that but I was too lazy to think it up right now.
