Can't get Enough Chapter 1, a pokémon fanfic

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon

A/N: This is a AAML!!!! Don't flame please!

Brock – 19

Misty – 17

Ash – 16

It was a beautiful day in Pallet Town. The sun was shining, the sky was blue, the Butterfree were -

"ASH, YOU MORON!"

And it seemed the peaceful balance of nature was disturbed.

Ash groaned and rubbed the bump, the result of the evil mallet, and then glared at the redhead. Brock, who was preparing dinner, sighed. Those two could never seem to get along now, could they?

"What's your problem Misty!?" The 16 year old yelled, getting up off the floor. Misty scowled and put her mallet to wherever it usually disappeared to.

"You," She yelled, pointing at him, "Read my journal!"

Ash's face visibly turned into one of utter confusion. "Wha? I didn't read your stupid journal!"

"Oh yeah!?" She challenged, marching up to him.

"Yeah!"

"Oh yeah!?"

"Yeah!"

"ARG! YOU IDIOTIC SHRIMP!"

"SCRAWNY BRAT!"

"MORON!"

"LOSER!"

"ARROGANT JERK!"

"RUNT!"

"WHY, YOU LITTLE-"

"ENOUGH!"

Both teens stopped and turned to see a very angry Brock.

"Enough both of you! I'm tired of this behavior! Now both of will act your age, apologize, and sit on the couch and think of how childish you're both acting! Misty, you stop accusing Ash of doing things he didn't do,"

"But-"

Misty was silenced with the threatening wave of the spatula in Brock's hand, plus his glare was enough to make her want to run and hide in a corner.

"And Ash, you've already become the youngest Pokemon Master, giving you the chance to see Misty since she left on your journey, now you had better take advantage of that since you won't find anymore good friends like us." Brock's eye twitched and he then smiled, causing the two teenagers to glance at each other in slight fear.

"Alright, five more minutes until dinner's ready. Go wash up, then think about what I've said."

Misty couldn't have gotten out of there faster. You did not want to mess with Brock when he was angry; Or cooking for that matter. Ash also ran out of the room, relieved to get out.

The two friends silently walked up the stairs toward the bathroom to wash their hands. Not one spoke a word, until Misty decided she couldn't bear the thick silence.

"I'm sorry." She muttered, barely audible.

Ash looked up and her confused at first. He then did something that irritated the temperamental 17 year old. He smirked. Misty apologizing? Well, there's a first for everything.

"I'm sorry," He said grinning. "I couldn't hear you, could you repeat that?"

Misty bit her tongue and breathed in deeply through her nose. This kid was pushing it. "I said," She paused, seeing his smirk grow wider by the second. "I said I was sorry! My gosh, you'd think you would make this less difficult than it already is!"

Ash chuckled and handed the towel to Misty. "Sorry Myst, I just love seeing you get all mad. It's kind of cute actually."

Misty felt heat flush into her face. Had Ash, the boy she was in love with for six years, say she looked cute!? She had to be dreaming!

"I, er, thanks." She managed to muster out.

Thankfully, Ash was just way to dense to realize just how embarrassed and flustered she was.

She looked up when she felt a hand rest on her shoulder. She was silently screaming to herself to fight the blush that had suddenly wanted so very much to return when her cerulean eyes met chocolate mahogany.

"I'm sorry too Myst." She smiled faintly. "Let's go eat! I'm starving!"

"Pika!" Pikachu agreed.

Both ran down to the kitchen, leaving Misty to stare dreamily into nothingness.

Later that night, Ash was lying in his bed, staring at the object in his hands, and hearing the soft snores of Pikachu, and the random yells of "Oh Nurse Joy, I just knew you'd confess your undying love for me!" from Brock.

The fabric was worn out from all the years, and the color was slightly faded. But there it was, still a pale pink and yellow. Still a handkerchief.

Of course, Ash was aware of certain feelings that he had began receiving a while back. Brock had said they were called teenage hormones. But, when he saw Misty the other week, walk in his house, they had all started acting at once.

The last time he had saw her was when her Togepi evolved. Sure, they had kept in contact; but just by letters since he hardly had time for a phone call.

But when she waked in with her fitted blue tank and short jean skirt, Ash had desperately tried not to notice the curves that had grown on her.

I mean, how sick was that? Checking out your best friend? That's what Misty was, just a friend... right?

Yes! Of course!

Just a friend. Just a friend. Just a friend.

He hadn't even notice that Brock had woken up, turned on the lamp, and was calling his name.

"Ash!"

Said boy looked up, startled, and into the amused eyes of his older friend.

Hastily, Ash tried to hide the handkerchief, but it was too late, Brock had seen it.

"What are you doing Brock!?" Ash whispered fiercely, not really knowing why he suddenly felt so flushed.

Brock wriggled his eyebrows.

"Hey, isn't that the furoshiki that Misty gave you?" Pikachu was now up and looking curiously at the two humans.

"Shut up!" Ash told him. If he could die from embarrassment, he'd be ten feet underground.

Brock laughed quietly, as to not wake Delia or Misty, who were in the rooms next to theirs.

"You're the one who woke me up! You kept saying something like, 'curves, and just a friend.' Is there anyone who you were thinking about specifically?"

Ash wanted to have Pikachu thundershock that smirk right off of Brock's face, but ended up sighing.

"She's just a friend."

Had he said that out loud? Brock made room for himself on the bed, ignoring the grimace of protest from Ash, and sat himself down.

"She's just a friend, but you don't want her to be."

Brown eyes widened, and cheeks burned. "Whaaa!?"

"Come on Ash! I saw the way you were looking at her. The way you talked about her to Max and May and Dawn. There's no denying that you've got it bad."

Brock just sounded so calm about it, all the while, Ash was freaking out, running a hand through his messy raven locks repeatedly.

"Got.. got what bad exactly?"

Well, Brock thought, Misty sure hadn't pick the brightest kid to fall in love with, but then again, Ash never really had a chance to get some of those "talks".

"You're in love with Misty." The nineteen year old sounded like he was telling him what he was going to prepare for breakfast.

After a few seconds of letting the words sink in, Ash let out a loud, "What?!" and fell off the bunk.

Brock sighed. This was going to be a long night.

"What makes you think I'm in love with Misty?" Ash asked after having Brock calm him down with a glass of water and a few pats on the back.

Brock shrugged.

"Describe her to me."

"Huh?"

"Tell me what you think about her."

"Well," Ash started, a bit unsure.

"She's got a huge attitude problem. She doesn't know when to keep her mouth shut. She's always nagging at me and we're always fighting...

She's really nice though when you get her to open up though. And sometimes she can make a good meal. She takes real good care of her Pokemon, and she's a great trainer."

Brock smiled when he saw that Ash wasn't really even talking to him anymore, more like talking to anything, to himself.

"She has this thing where when she gets mad, she gets a little crinkle between her brows. Plus, she's very genuine and caring, even if she won't admit it sometimes.

"I don't know why her sisters don't think she's beautiful, 'cause she is. And, when I'm around her, I get this funny feeling in my stomach; Like I ate too much, or didn't eat enough, I don't know, it's weird.

Misty's my best friend and it would kill me if I ever had to see her leave again..."

Ash looked up to see tears in Pikachu's and Brock's eyes.

"That was so- so beautiful!" Brock sobbed.

"Chu!"

Ash blushed and rubbed the back of his head. "Uh... well..."

He then thought of all the times Misty was there for him, and all the times she wasn't there physically, but in his heart. He thought of all the times she had risked her life for him and saved his Pokemon. He thought of all the times he had just stared at the handkerchief, wondering if she was staring at his hat that he had given her.

Suddenly, as though his mind had an epiphany, he panicked.

He was in love with Misty.

Misty Kasumi Waterflower.

His best friend.

Misty.

And now, he didn't know how to react. Should he tell her? No way, and ruin the friendship!? Should he play suave? No, he didn't want to come off as stupid. Should he act as though he didn't care? But, of course he cared!

"Oh my... GOSH! If she finds out I love her, she's gonna kill me!"

Brock shook him by the shoulders. "Calm down Ash!"

He did.

"Don't worry, I can help you with your worries." Brock said confidently.

Ash looked up hopefully. Maybe Brock knew what he was doing.

"I know all about women!" He continued.

His face faulted, along with Pikachu.

Or not...

No flames please!