Sugar and Spice
Summary: Gary's drunk. Misty finds him lying on her doorstep. Against her better judgement, she takes him in for the night, and the chaos begins... Funny fic, egoshipping (i.e. GaryxMisty).
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of Pokemon. I enjoy playing it though. :P
A/N: If you think about it, Gary/Misty is kinda like Draco/Hermione, but Pokenized. O.o Don't you think so? I mean, Gary and Draco are both arrogant, good-looking (not sure about Gary in this area, lol) and are rivals of the main character, and Misty and Hermione are both best friends of the main guy character. Oh well. I guess my brain is just drawn to that kind of pairings... -Babbles on-
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Chapter One
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Misty sighed as she sank into the hot water of her bath. Ahh, she loved baths. In her personal opinion, it was the highlight of a girl's day. That, and her daily cup of coffee.
As usual, it had been a hard afternoon, battling it out with several young trainers hoping to gain the Cascade Badge from her. Each hoped to become the world's greatest Pokemon trainer - she chuckled when she thought of Ash - yet only one managed to get close to beating her. Which meant today, nobody got the Cerulean City badge.
Kids these days. Each had high hopes and dreams, yet none seemed to be treating or training their pokemon well enough to achieve them. Again, Ash crossed her mind. He had been one of those kids, and now he was the Champion of every region he went to. The latest was Hoenn. Ash'd sweeped all the Gym Leaders and added a new collection of shiny badges to his collection. Misty smiled. That was Ash for you. He probably wouldn't have come back without them, anyway.
Another thought niggled at the back of her mind. Sure, Ash's got all the badges, but Gary Oak can actually beat him on a good day. Not something most other people can boast about. "And why do I care about what Gary can do?" she said loudly, and then looked around nervously as she quickly covered her mouth. "Whoops. That came out a bit too loud," she murmured to herself.
BANG.
Misty jumped and let out a small squeak of shock. The noise seemed to come from her front door, and though she was curious, she wasn't quite sure if she wanted to answer that kind of 'knock'. Nevertheless, her friendly side won over the silent debate in her head and she rose out of the water, grabbing a bath towel from the nearby rack and wrapping it around herself. Misty searched for a small towel to wrap up her hair, but couldn't find any and left it down.
"Coming!" she called as whoever it was banged on the door again. "Have some patience, will you?" she snarled as she flung the wooden door open. "And there is such thing as a doorb- whoa!"
For at that moment, someone with very familiar spiky, brown hair lunged at her and collapsed into her shoulder. "Urgh..."
"AAIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"
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10 minutes and several hasty explanations to pissed-off neighbors later, Misty shut the door on the last one (a balding old man who exclaimed she'd interrupted his beauty sleep). She sighed - the second time tonight, though this one had a very different meaning to it. Glancing into the living room, she was about to go back to her bath when he spoke.
"Th... thanks for (hic) taking me in (hic), May..."
Misty saw red. "I'm Misty, for God's sake!" she yelled at him. "Sheesh, we don't look anything alike! How can you mistake us?" Then, she remembered his behavior and how his breath smelled like alcohol and a faint tinge of mint to round it up. It wasn't a disgustingly strong smell of beer and wine, but it was enough to let her know he wasn't exactly sober. "Oh, never mind. I'll get you a blanket and you can sleep on the couch." A part of her was a recoiled at having Gary Oak touch her sofa, but the sensible part of her brain dismissed it and she went to fetch a spare blanket.
She hadn't seen him for a while now. The last time she'd caught sight of him was when Ash came back from Hoenn and they'd had a bit of a get-together. Nothing wild, just a small party. After that they'd mostly gone their separate ways, though half of their friends still lived in this area and were only a short journey away.
When she came back, Gary was already snoring lightly. At least he doesn't snore like Ash, she thought with a degree of relief. Misty quietly tiptoed over, adjusted her towel hastily to make sure it completely covered everything that needed to be covered (in case he woke up), and placed the blanket over his comatose body. She smiled, in spite of herself, when she saw his sleeping face. He almost looked unarrogant - nothing like the boastful jerk he was when he was awake. His mouth was slightly open and his arms twitched occasionally.
"... (snore) Umbreon... I choose... (snore) you..."
Misty couldn't help the giggle that escaped her lips. He even dreamed about Pokemon! Looks like he was more similar to Ash than any of them cared to admit. She exited the room quietly and went back to the bathroom. She dipped a finger into the water and drew it back slowly. It was only lukewarm. She muttered angrily under her breath about idiotic men getting drunk and wasting her time, and got changed.
She hadn't meant to let him in. At first, when she realized who it was, she threw him out and slammed the door. Then she started to feel guilty and eventually, opened it again. Amazingly enough, he was still there, along with a crowd of elderly neighbors who demanded to know why on earth she was screaming near the middle of the night, and who was this sack of a boy lying here? She answered their questions as civilly as she could muster, and dragged him in when one woman started preaching to her about how everyone should be Good Samaritans and take in those in need. Misty had resisted the urge to ask her if she could take Gary in, but bit her tongue to stop herself.
Again, Gary had propped himself onto her automatically and dozed on her shoulder. She was greatly embarrassed and didn't hesitate to push him off, albeit nicely due to that granny's steel gaze.
And so, there he was, sleeping off the alcohol in her living room on her leather couches. She scowled and headed towards her bedroom, hoping Gary wouldn't cause too much of a hassle when he got the killer hangover the next morning.
Personally, Misty never drank, and if she was in danger of ending up like Gary was right now, camping out at someone-she-didn't-like-very-much's house, then she never would. Still scowling, she slipped into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin, trying to ignore the radiating male presence in her house.
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"Oh, God." Gary swore as he lifted his head from the sofa armrest, his neck cramped due to sleeping with his neck twisted to the side all night. But the most important thing was his throbbing head. He hadn't drunk that much last night; it was only a few shots of whisky, and a couple of bottles of beers, and a few glasses of...
Never mind.
He slapped at his forehead, which didn't help the migraine/hangover at all. Instead, it magnified and he clutched at his head, moaning in pain.
"That's what you get for drinking so much," a crisp voice informed him. He glanced up and saw, with shock, Misty's face. "Next time, exercise some self-control, will you?"
Gary looked around wildly, his hangover forgotten. This wasn't his room! In fact, it wasn't even his house. Plus, Misty was there. Which meant... "Hell... Misty, don't tell me this is your home."
She folded her arms. "And what if it is? You didn't expect me to find you piled on my doorstep and then get a chaffeur to drive you home, did you? 'cos if you did, you're going to be very disappointed."
Yup, it was Misty alright. No kidnappers wearing masks or hallucinations there. Her attitude with him was well-known amongst their circle, and the way she behaved towards him was something hard to imitate. She had always been a bit bitter towards him. Maybe she realized, and was jealous of, his ability. Gary smirked, feeling satisfied.
Unfortunately, his satisfaction didn't last long as Misty grabbed a cushion and smacked his face, hard, with it. "Ouch!" he yelped, clutching where she'd hit him. "What was that for?"
"Stop sitting there and smirking your face off! I want you out of my house before the end of the day. Any longer, and I'll kick you out myself. Literally." She glared at him, her hair still a bit untidy from sleeping with it wet.
Gary reluctantly admitted that she looked good with her hair down rather than in a ponytail. OK, really good. He stood up, feeling queasy, and wobbled. He nearly fell into the coffee table - thankfully he didn't, or he'd have a very sore kneecap along with his head. Finally, he made it to the bathroom without collapsing or getting any bruises from random crashes, and threw up into the toilet bowl.
When he felt better, he flushed and went to the sink. Judging by the reflection in the mirror, he didn't look nearly as good as normal. His brown hair, normally spiky, was in tufts and his face was a pasty color. Gary made a face and washed and rinsed his mouth with cold water. More water went to slick back his hair a bit. It didn't go with his face as well as spikes, but it would do for now, until he found some gel or went home. Hopefully the former would be first.
He staggered out of the bathroom after spraying it with an unnecessary amount of air freshener, his nose clogged with the overpowering smell. Misty was vacuuming the living room. He scowled. It wasn't as if he was a hobo or something - there was no need for so much cleaning. Gary wouldn't be surprised if she started disinfecting the sofa he'd slept on.
He nearly fell over as she brought out a bottle of disinfectant and squizzed some on the couch.
"What's with you?" he yelled. "God, you're such a freak!"
She glared at him. "Well, if you don't like what I'm doing, get out," she hissed, then hmphed at him. She hoped that he'd get the hint and leave immediately.
Gary smirked. "Wanting me out already? Well, I'm not going to make it this easy for you to chase me away. I've gotta repay you for letting me stay the night... and for fixing me breakfast... and not kicking me out when you could have."
Misty paled. "You are not staying any longer than necessary in my house," she said, looking a tad bit frightened. "And necessary is after you've had breakfast! On second thoughts, you'd better not eat and then throw up all over the place, or I'll be billing the carpet-cleaning bills to you in full."
"No longer than necessary?" He faked a cough. "Oh, I think I've got the flu. Looks like the blankets you put over me last night had no effect at all. But it did give me a nice view of your-" A cushion flew towards him and struck him on the chin.
"You- you pervert!" she yelled, blushing.
"... nostrils." He smirked. "What were you thinking of?"
She was making this way too easy for him. "I was just thinking about how I should call the police to arrest you for unwanted trespassing," she snarled, her hands on her hips.
He cocked an eyebrow. "Unwanted? You treated me pretty good for an unwanted trespasser."
"As much as it may seem otherwise, I really do not enjoy having you here."
"So says the girl who let me spend a night at her place without anyone else around. That's just asking for molestation - if I was into that kind of stuff."
This was getting on her nerves. "Whatever... just get out. Now."
"And why would I want to do that?"
"Because- because I'll get my pokemon to blast you all the way to Hoenn, that's why!" she shot at him. "And don't think I wouldn't!"
He rolled his eyes. "Yeah, like a little bit of water's going to scare me. Pfft."
"A little water? A little water? I'll show you a little water!" Misty screeched and was about to summon her Seadra, when she realized her pokeballs were all in the gym. She froze and felt around her waist, just in case she carried one back home. "..."
"You were saying...?" Gary said, raising an eyebrow. He fingered his own belt, complete with 6 small red pokeballs.
Misty turned away, fuming. God. He always had that effect on her - making her feel more angry than if somebody called her carrot-head. And it seemed as though he was the only one who could make her this mad. "Well, whatever. Just go."
He headed towards the kitchen. "Hey-! I haven't even had breakfast yet," he complained, rubbing his stomach. "You won't deny me that much, would you?" Gary took his jacket from where it was on the back of the couch, and smiled at her wickedly as if to say, You can't get rid of me that easily.
"For God's sake - just get out of my sight!" She threw one last cushion at him, and it bounced harmlessly off the door as he shut it quickly. Misty sighed, and finished cleaning up the lounge. What a way to start the weekend. And if May, or any of her other friends came by... what would they think? Ash would throw a fit and her dreams of ever getting together with him would fizzle away. Her cheeks pinked at the thought. Everyone said they made a great couple, but it seemed that Ash never really saw her, or acted towards her, as anything more than his best friend.
Shaking her head, Misty walked slowly - very slowly - to the kitchen, to again greet Mr. Arrogance Incarnate.
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You know the drill... Good? Bad? Delete? Hopefully none of you will suggest the last option... it's not that bad, is it? o.o Anyway, it's my first Gary/Misty, so be nice!