It's Her Party, and She'll Cry If I Mess It Up
SUMMARY: Helter-skelter breaks loose when Ash plans the "perfect birthday party" for Misty. Pokemon run amuck, Team Rocket crashes the party…it's a disaster only Ash could get into. Can Ash face the birthday girl when he literally destroys her party?
GENRE: General/Humor
RATED: PG / K+
NOTABLE CONTENT: Mild Language and Mildly Crude/Suggestive Humor
SHIP: Pokeshipping (Ash & Misty)
COPYRIGHT NOTE: I don't own Pokemon / Pocket Monsters, or the song "It's My Party (and I'll Cry If I Want To)," performed by Lesley Gore. Many of these chapter titles are derived from party songs and credits will be posted with their respective chapters.
STORY TAKES PLACE IN: Season 7 – Advanced Challenge (after the "Togepi and the Mirage" episodes. Knowledge of such episodes is needed to fully appreciate this story).
POV NOTE: This story is dominantly in Ash's first-person narrative, with a few minor scenes in third-person perspective
* SPECIAL NOTE: This fanfic makes references to the astrological tropical zodiac (namely the western zodiac) and modern birthstones. I realize zodiac signs can differ depending on culture (and there's no way of me knowing each and every reader's ethnicity). Thus, in this specific story, tropical dates are used: Pisces for February 19 to March 20, followed by Aries from March 21 through April 20. The month of March (in this fic) is denoted by the modern birthstone: aquamarine. For those unfamiliar, other zodiac details relevant to this story include that Pisces are represented by the fish (*hint*), and Aries are attributed to the color red and possess very adamant personalities (*hint hint*).
COMMENTS: Story Revised February 2010– I finally corrected the spacing issue seen in the previous posting of this fic. Provided this website doesn't botch the formatting (again), the version you're currently reading should be improved and more polished.
First off, thanks to everyone who voted for this story via my past poll. I'm posting this story due to popular demand and I hope it's worth it. If I do my job right, this story should be very cute, loaded with super-Sato-Chan-cuteness (you'd expect anything less from Aiselne?). FYI: Misty's birthday is 100% fictional in this story. Try as I may, I haven't found official evidence of character birthdays, so I don't know if Misty's birthday is actually March 20th. I picked the date for reasons you'll eventually read about.
Alrighty! I hope everybody likes this, and I'd appreciate reviews, too. Enjoy!
It's Her Party, and She'll Cry If I Mess It Up
Aiselne Phoenix
March 17
March: the month when winter slowly leaves and spring starts to awaken. As they say, "March comes like a lion and leaves like a ham."
No, wait…that's not right; ham was what we had for breakfast this morning. It was really, reeeally good, too. Man, Brock's a great cook, and…uh, oh right! Lamb, not ham. I've never had lamb before, but it sounds tasty, and…wait…the saying is "March comes like a lion and leaves like a lamb," right? Okay. Got it!
Anyway…
March is always an exciting month for us, since the cold weather starts to get warmer and traveling gets easier. Come March, my friends and I would no longer have to worry about wearing layers of clothes just to walk two miles to the next town (or worse…just to go to the bathroom. When it's fifteen degrees outside and you have to play around with ten layers of clothes just to be able to, you know, go…and those damn zippers always get stuck and…urgh, that is not fun when you are snowbound in the woods!). Yeah, we did have a tent to prevent us from freezing to death at night, but that flimsy thing rarely provided much warmth in the dead of winter. Even with the tent we still had to huddle together to keep warm (which gets a little awkward after a while).
Needless to say, by March, it's a relief (in more ways than one) to bid farewell to winter. However, early March was also exciting for 'another' reason, one which we all heard about a month in advance. Not only was March the month of awakening spring, the month of the aquamarine birthstone, and the month of almost anything related to water...
...It also happened to be the month of Misty's birthday.
March 20th: the date I call "judgment day" every year. But seriously, what would you expect, since it's the birthday of such a redheaded, mallet-wielding terror? Once, Misty's sisters explained how the twentieth of March is the "perfect" day for Misty's birthday. March 20th is the last day of the Pisces and just twenty-four hours before the Aries. I found it very ironic when Daisy said how her baby sister shares the Pisces qualities about loving everything and anything related to water. Yet, Misty's personality definitely squeaks the Aries border, considering her bossiness, stubbornness, and 'red-headedness.' Yup, that's Misty to a tee!
Of course, back when Misty traveled with me and Brock, it used to be that exactly on February 20th he and I would get a grand announcement that in exactly a month it would be Misty's birthday. Who would give us this grand announcement? Who else? The birthday girl, of course!
From then on, Brock and I would have to put up with Misty's excitement, not to mention her waaay overused excuses like "be nice...my birthday's coming up." "Cause' it's my birthday" was her most famous line, used to justify all her mallet wielding and getting away with murder. Half the time, that was all Brock and I would hear, "cause' it's my birthday, cause' it's my birthday!" God, we would hear that freakin' phrase every day!
Naturally, if we boys ever tried pulling similar excuses when it came close to our birthdays, Misty would shake her head and say something like "get your own line" or "so?" Yet, if Brock and I dared to say "so?" to Misty's famous "cause' it's my birthday" line, she would pummel us with her mallet. It's gotta' be a girl thing (or maybe a "Misty thing." I'm betting my money on the second one).
But now, this March will be different. This March 20th will mark one more "Misty birthday"...without Misty around. Yeah, I'll admit I do miss her sometimes, but I will also happily, happily, HAPPILY admit that March 20th without Misty is BLISS!!
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Ch.1: "She Comes Like a Lion"
"Happy birthday, Misty!" me, Brock, May, and Max chimed together to the videophone, all beaming brightly at the red-haired birthday girl's portrait on screen.
Currently, Misty was still busy with her Gym in Cerulean City, while the four of us were at May and Max' house in Petalburg City. Considering the distance between Kanto and Hoenn, the only possible way any of us could wish Misty a 'happy birthday' was via a long distance phone call. True, I considered March 20th almost as bad as the day of a doctor's physical (you know, the kind of physical that checks…er…the whole nine yards. No damn lollypop is worth that!). However, just because I disliked March 20th does not mean I wish Misty ill on her birthday.
"Thanks you guys..." Misty replied on the other line, looking rather sheepish, and even blushing a little! Jeez, Misty's attitude during this time of the year typically made her attitude fierier than her hair! Yet, now she was acting all sweet and innocent. Maybe it had something to do with her being back in Cerulean City, unable to constantly bug us about her stupid birthday. "But my birthday's not for another three days."
Since when did that ever stop you from bragging about it? I thought to myself, smart enough not to voice that aloud and set Misty off. Knowing my luck, if I voiced my opinion, Misty's hand would come through the screen, cartoon-style, and strangle me! Ordinarily, when Misty traveled with us, Brock and I always had to get her mind on something else to shut her up about her birthday in three days. She usually acted like a crazy wound-up doll on March 17th!
"So where are you guys right now?" Misty asked as she continued the conversation, surprisingly talking about something other than her birthday. Jeez, seeing Misty ignore her birthday like this almost made me miss her old birthday bragging ('almost' being the keyword).
"We're in Petalburg City right now," I heard May reply, wearing a very happy smile on her face. It was understandable, considering I could tell May was happy to be home again for the first time since she started her Pokemon journey. She and Max had been itching to visit their parents, obviously getting homesick after so many months. I knew what that felt like. Even now I still occasionally miss my mom back in Pallet Town. Seeing May and Max reunited with Norman and Caroline reminded me of my past homecomings in Pallet. "Ash just won the Balance Badge so we're staying at my parents' house for a few days before we head out to Fortree City."
"Wow, that's so great!" Misty's face lit up, beaming as she inched closer to my direction of the screen in excitement. "Way to go, Ash!"
I perked up at her compliment. True, it was the same praise she always gave me when I won a badge. However, now that it had been two years since I last traveled with Misty, hearing her praise me like that was…nice. "Thanks, Myst," I smiled sincerely with an appreciative nod.
"And I can't believe how lucky we are, too!" Misty suddenly added, causing the rest of us to blink in confusion.
"Lucky?" I blinked, exchanging glances with May, Max, and Brock, each looking just as confused as me. "Lucky of what?"
Misty just winked and giggled, much like all girls do when they know some weird secret. "My sisters are performing some new water ballet next month that's going to include a fancy underwater light show!" she explained, excitedly waving her hands while describing the impressive-sounding show. "It'll be so cool, but the catch is; we needed special underwater equipment, and the only place that could supply it was…" she trailed, before her smile grinned a bit too mischievously for my comfort. "…The Devon Corporation in Rustborough City."
I felt my stomach flip when she said that. I already knew where this conversation was headed before Misty even finished it. Oh no…
"Devon doesn't make deliveries to Kanto, so…" Misty hinted, cocking her head happily while I suddenly wanted to hide underneath the videophone's table. "…My sisters sent ME, of course, to go pick the supplies up. I'm actually in Rustborough City RIGHT NOW!!"
And right now, I felt like I was in Hell! No! NO! This conversation could NOT be heading in the direction I was figuring! God, the one time I actually do not want to be right about something…
"That's awesome, Misty!" I heard Max suddenly pipe up, apparently too oblivious to the can of worms about to be opened upon noting, "Petalburg City's not too far from there!"
I instantly held my breath, feeling as though I was sinking faster and faster.
And then…to make matters worse…May just had to add, "Why don't you come over to our house for your birthday?" an offer I wanted to wring her neck for. Of course, I refrained, solely because May and Max did not know Misty well enough to realize how she acted regarding her birthday. I could not blame them for inviting Misty for her birthday, even though it was an incredibly stupid, crazy, idiotic, 'you'll-regret-it-for-the-rest-of-your-life' offer to make!
Unfortunately, by the time May and Max' offers reached Misty's ears, the birthday girl's face was already brighter than the sun. I suppose it was wrong for me to deny Misty spending her 'special day' with us, but…after my previous experiences with March 20th, could you blame me for looking like I was just issued my death sentence?!
"I'd LOVE to come!" Misty squealed, very highly…very loudly…jeez, why do girls do that?! Their girly screaming hurts people's ears and it must hurt girls' throats, too. Then again, maybe girls have steel-reinforced throats, since I am amazed Misty can still talk after all that high-pitched ranting and raving she did at me in the past! Of course, I was never lucky enough for Misty to lose her voice. "Although…" Misty paused again, rather timidly. "…I hope your parents won't mind."
Hope was in sight (at least for me, anyway)! Norman and Caroline were way too busy to have any birthday party at their house! Norman was the Petalburg Gym Leader, after all, and Caroline was always busy around the house. May and Max' parents would never have time to host a party, so there was nothing for me to worry about…
"Don't be silly, Misty," I then heard Norman's voice talk behind our group, causing the four of us to spin around to see him and Caroline smiling at Misty. The particular way Norman and Misty looked at each other like old acquaintances instantly quashed any hopes I previously had regarding May and Max' parents. Duh! Norman was a Gym Leader like Misty, and Pokemon League affiliates knew each other, regardless of regions. Norman was especially popular in Hoenn, and the Sensational Sisters were very popular in Kanto. It was no surprise that Misty and Norman knew about each other, maybe not 'personally,' but enough for Norman to welcome her. "Besides, the Petalburg Gym won't be accepting any challengers until my Slaking and other Pokemon can fully recover after our battle with Ash," Norman nodded while patting my shoulder in a complimentary gesture. At the moment, I was feeling too sick to be proud about my battle, especially when Norman added, "We'd be delighted to have you over, Misty."
"Besides," Caroline added with a pleasant smile. "May and Max' friends are always welcomed here," placing her hands on her children's shoulders, making May and Max giggle.
"Thank you sooo much!" Misty exclaimed, looking the happiest I had seen her in a long time. The redhead practically jumped in her seat with excitement, causing her ponytail to bob as enthusiastically as Misty's tone of voice. I would've been lying if I said I did not feel a little happy for her. A part of me even wondered what Misty's birthdays were like after she returned to Cerulean. Knowing her and her sisters' relationship, I have a feeling Misty's birthdays were less eventful back home. "Rustborough's not too far. I should be there in a few days."
"But Misty…what about your delivery?" I heard myself stupidly (very stupidly) ask, never realizing 'how' stupid I was until noticing everyone turn to me in cold silence. Everyone's expressions were the same; shocked, as if I just blabbed the F-bomb. I did not think what I said was too awful, but I've been wrong before…plenty of times. However, a part of me considered my actions legitimate, considering my opinions about Misty's birthdays. It's not that I refused to see Misty again, because that was far from the truth. I did miss her and I was looking forward to seeing her again. My only problem was that I just did not want to deal with another one of her ridiculous birthdays.
Even so, I felt lower than dirt for foolishly attempting to push Misty away. Her shocked expression was so painful to look at, so hard I could not help but look somewhere else...anywhere but those blue eyes of hers. Jeez, how was it that girls knew just how to make that 'look' which can tear you apart?! Mom could do the same thing to lay a guilt-trip on me whenever I misbehaved. Misty was obviously hurt and it was clear my habit of speaking before thinking was it its best once again.
Everyone else on my side of the screen seemed equally baffled. Well, everyone except Brock, who frowned and jabbed my arm harshly. He of all people should know that Misty's birthdays were sheer hell just as much as I did! Sadly, Brock's silent jab was clear evidence that he was not going to back me up, even if he understood my argument. I had to get myself out of my own mess. Forcing a smile back to Misty, I shook my head slightly. "But…heh, if you're not in 'too' much of a hurry, stop by, okay?"
Much to my relief, Misty's saddened face quickly lit up like the sun, as did everyone else. Heck, my words even provoked another little giggle out of her, along with "Okay, thanks Ash." Well, at least Misty seemed happy, and I supposed I should have been happy for her, too. So what if I had to go through the hellish March 20th again? If it made Misty happy…I guess it's worth it.
"Thanks again everyone!" Misty thanked with a bright smile. "C'ya in a few days!" she cheered, waving an energetic goodbye before disconnecting her phone. As soon as our video screen went black, Norman and Caroline headed for the kitchen. And guess what they were discussing on their way there: a party. Terrific. My insides were churning all over again.
Unfortunately, nausea would have to wait when May suddenly stomped in front of my line of vision, causing me to blink by that irked look in her blue eyes. Jeez…all girls know how to pull of those 'looks,' don't they? "What was that about, Ash?" May asked me while placing her hands on her hips and threateningly inched closer to me.
Sweatdropping by the girl's awkward closeness, I stuttered a "N-nothing..." as I shifted backwards to give us a little more breathing room. Swallowing nervously, I quickly attempted to concoct some excuse to get May off my back…well "face"…"out of my face"…no…er…you know what I mean. "I just…figured she wanted to get her package home in time."
"If she was in a big hurry she wouldn't have suggested on coming here, Ash," May countered matter-of-factly. "That, and she would never have accepted our offer of coming here, too," she included, raising an index finger almost too similarly to whenever Max brags about his darn PQ…I mean IQ. Whatever. Okay, I screwed up again.
"Ah, don't believe him, May," Brock finally stepped in, though much to my displeasure he was wearing some cheeky grin. Something was telling me Brock was still not going to take my side during this birthday fiasco, even if he did understand my opinions about Misty's birthdays. I never understood why he was so hunky-dory about Misty's birthdays, since Brock had his share of nightmares with her, too. Maybe it has something to do with Brock being older and all that "maturity" stuff…though I don't think Brock's a model of maturity when it comes to girls. "Ash just doesn't want to deal with another one of Misty's birthdays because he messed up her last one."
Just as I suspected, Brock was definitely not on my side, and worse…he HAD to bring THAT up, didn't he? Dammit Brock! I wanted to scream, along with the strong desire to sink into the ground or find a rock to crawl under. Why oh why did Brock mention that?! Now May and Max were curious and my embarrassed face only doubled their interest. No doubt, the siblings wanted to know 'what' Brock was talking about.
"What do you mean, Brock?" egged Max, wearing the familiar smirk of a boy just dying to get the juicy details about my embarrassing predicament. It did not help that the smallest member of our group happened to be my biggest tormentor. Max was a great friend but it was pretty darn obvious he enjoyed making me look stupid.
Then again, as Brock started opening his big mouth again, I realized I didn't need Max to make me look stupid. Looking stupid was something I did fine on my own. "Well, it wasn't last year..." began Brock, amusement evident in his voice. He was on the verge of laughing out loud...I knew it! "...Since that was when the four of us were traveling while Misty was back in Cerulean City. But the year before..." he said, stifling a small laugh that all the more sparked May and Max' interests. "Let's just say...anything that could go wrong...did go wrong!"
Naturally, smirks formed on May and Max' faces. They were already imagining what kind of disaster befell two years ago. "I can just imagine," Max giggled sarcastically, narrowing his hazel eyes in my direction. If I was not busy glaring daggers at Brock I would have shot that scowl right back at Max.
"Try this on for size," Brock continued, sounding like he was about to retell some 'great' story. Licking his lips, the oldest member of our group barely contained his laughter before telling May and Max, "Pallet Town, two years ago: we decided to have Misty's birthday party at Ash's house. It was that year when spring came very early and by late March it was practically pre-summer weather."
"Oh yeah!" May nodded, perking her head so fast the red bow of her bandanna bounced. She obviously remembered that same year. "Our Easter party consisted of water-balloon-egg hunts and water-egg fights."
"Well..." Brock muttered, scratching his chin before a snorted laugh left his mouth. "...This party wasn't much different."
May and Max's eyes widened in shocking amusement as they instantaneously looked back over at me, making me feel even more embarrassed than I already was. "Oh God...what did you do?!" May asked incredulously with an incredulous smirk on her face that matched her brothers'.
"I'm tellin' ya..." Brock began to laugh more loudly, spurring May and Max' giggles. Heaven forbid they stop snickering whenever I shot them a glare. "...Water balloons plus cake equals one helluva mess!"
That was all it took to send May and Max into their own laughing fits. All three of them laughed like crazy, just imagining the scene that happened two years ago...and making me feel like a total moron! In the meantime, I kept my mouth shut (for once), scrunching my face every time another one of my so-called friends howled.
"Dare I even ask how that happened?" chuckled Max as he dug for details on my disaster.
It took a moment for Brock to regain himself as he prepared to retell the terrible event of Misty's past birthday. "Well, we had the party and everything went great. We gave Misty the gifts and afterwards went outside to play with some of them and our Pokemon," he explained, feeling his smirk widen all over again. Good going, Brock! That smirk was a dead-giveaway to May and Max that the 'good part' was coming!
"Then..." Brock chuckled, narrowing his already-squinty eyes at me as I cringed in protest. "Somebody got a ba-rilliant idea to play with water balloons!" he teased, causing May and Max to stare at me, wide-eyed as if they were struck by lightning.
"You...didn't!" May gasped in horror, though her grin proved otherwise.
"Oh believe me...he did," Brock reassured wholeheartedly. "Mrs. Ketchum just brought out the cake when the water balloon war proceeded into the house. You take it from there," Brock finished, before finally bursting into hysterics, as did May and Max. "Man oh man, if we hadn't cleaned up that mess as fast as we did we probably wouldn't be alive today! I'm tellin' ya, Mrs. Ketchum was SOOO close to killing us that day!"
"No, she was so close to killing ME that day!" I blurted out, pointing a harsh finger at myself for emphasis. You should have seen my Mom that day! Her face was as red as fire when she saw the kitchen and living room covered in water and soggy cake. I made damn certain the next day to head back out on my journey, though it did not work anyway. Mom saw right through my plan and forced me to bust tables at her restaurant all day long. Meanwhile, Misty and Brock (who were equally responsible for the water balloon war) did not get punished at all! I'm guessing it was because Mom did not feel she had a right to punish kids that were not her own. Too bad I was not so lucky.
"Jeez, Ash," May laughed, one of her hands wiping away laughter-induced tears while the other jabbed my arm to get my attention. "Stay country miles away from me when my birthday comes around."
"But wait, there's more!" Brock announced, making May and Max yell out "You're kidding!" while I wanted to pull my hat over my reddening face. Brock was not done telling his stories. Fantastic! "The year before that party, Misty wanted to do something simple at the Pokemon Center we were staying in. Nurse Joy and I planned the whole thing: just a nice meal with balloons and cake. Joy got the idea to make it a surprise party…" he paused in a snort, another give-away to May and Max that the 'good part' was up next.
"…But the only one who got the surprise was Ash!" Brock roared alongside May and Max. "Please don't ask me how he possibly forgot the time of the party! Then again, please don't ask me why I delegated Ash to tell Misty what time she should return to the Center after her shopping. All I know is that Misty came in an hour late…and Ash came in an hour after that! By then, the party was done before it even started."
"Hey! I was training that day, okay?!" I yelled, trying to defend myself from yet another embarrassing memory. "I lost track of time!"
"That's not the 'only' thing I think you lost," Max snickered like a little devil.
"Plus the fact," Brock continued incredulously. "Ash showed up covered in dirt, not to mention with a whole army of famished Pokemon who ate the rest of the food like animals!" Brock moaned, shaking his head in amused disbelief and disgust. "Yet another nasty birthday mess we cleaned up before bedtime."
Fixing his glasses, Max grinned wickedly at me. "I think you've got more of a talent of screwing up birthdays than you do at Pokemon training, Ash." Of course, this caused him, May, and Brock to burst into hysterical laughter all over again. After all their laughing, I was expecting them to drop to the floor from the lack of oxygen. They were pretty close to passing out, that was for sure.
"Sooo Ash..." May started sing-songy voice in-between giggles, holding her hurting side. "...What're your birthday plans this year? Blowing up our house?"
"Can it!" I yelled, balling my fists threateningly, though they went over like lead balloons that only encouraged my audience's laughter. "Come' on! I don't do it on purpose!"
"Wouldn't' know it," Max snorted, briefly removing his glasses to wipe his eyes after all the laughter.
"I myself am interested on what shenanigans we'll be in for this year," Brock had to admit, folding his arms across his chest and giving me an amused glance. "Ash has had a whole two years to think about them, so we should be in for a treat!"
"Hey, I don't 'plan' them!" I shouted, feeling my anger and embarrassment fuse into a burning pain inside me. It somewhat hurt to hear my friends claim I purposely enjoyed ruining birthday parties. That's something Team Rocket would do, not me! I did not flub up birthday parties for kicks…they were just accidents. "Give me some credit!"
"Oh believe me, you get allthe credit for your stunts," Brock noted with a nod, though he was fortunately calming down as did May and Max. As the 'let's pick on Ash' entertainment ended, my friends then decided to change the subject. "So anyway..." Brock began, turning over to May and Max, ignoring me for some unknown reason. "...What should we do for Misty's party?"
"Lock Ash in a closet," May cheerfully offered, instantly causing the three to burst right back into laughter. I was not about to live this down, was I?
"Very funny, guys," I snarled sarcastically, rolling my eyes as they gradually calmed down for the umpteenth time that afternoon. The three of them might have been getting a kick out of my misfortunes, but I didn't. "Seriously, what are we gonna' do for Misty's party?"
"Hey, I've got an idea!" Max shouted, jumping up to grab our attention with his mischievous smile. "Since Ash has such a fine 'talent' of messing up Misty's parties, why don't we have him plan the party?"
May and Brock gasped. "Max!" May gasped, her blue eyes widening in surprise before she playfully bopped her little brother's head. "We want a birthday party, not a natural disaster!" she started to scold, though suddenly silenced when Brock waved a hand in front of her face.
"Max..." Brock thought while another evil grin flashed before me. "...That's not a bad idea." I blinked, not liking Brock's tone or smirk. This was obviously either going to end very well or very badly. "If Ash plans the party…" he continued, crossing his arms while taking pride the genius idea. "…He's less apt to wanna' screw it up," he concluded, noticing May and Max nod in agreement as if the three just solved an ancient puzzle of Pokemopolis.
"I don't 'want' to screw it up!" I loudly countered, trying to defend myself in this failing battle. "If you guys want me to plan the party...fine, but I sure as hell will not screw it up!"
"For your sake, I hope not," Max giggled before shivering at a though of "Misty's pretty brutal, ya' know. I wouldn't wanna' piss her off, much less screw up her birthday."
"I won't screw up her birthday!" I swore, not even realizing what I was saying. Balling my fists in determination, I confidently swore, "In fact, if I plan her party, I'll personally make sure I don't mess it up! I'll make sure it's perfect!"
"Perfectly disastrous!" Max crudely corrected, causing the others to laugh again. They were obviously not too convinced that I could plan a party without botching it up. I suppose I only had myself to blame for the stereotype, but…I honestly did not mean to ruin Misty's birthdays. Sadly, I knew my friends would not believe me. Shaking their heads, Max, May, and Brock then chuckled as they headed to the kitchen where Norman and Caroline were already planning the party. Of course, I knew those three were gonna' tell the adults about my "hilarious" birthday stories. Some friends!
However, once my friends were gone, I suddenly realized I had much worse troubles to worry about. It was just then that I realized yet another incredibly stupid thing I did. I promised to make Misty the "perfect"birthday party! After all the mess-ups I made at her previous parties, I then made the worst mess-up of promising to perfect her current party. How stupid could I be? When was I EVER going to start thinking before opening my big mouth?!
But maybe…maybe the idea was not quite as stupid as it originally sounded. Maybe this was my chance to redeem myself. Like my 'friends' claimed, I was less apt to mess up a party if I planned it, right? Besides, how hard could it be to throw Misty a birthday party? It sure didn't sound any more complicated than running around Shamuti's islands. If I could help save the world then a dumb birthday party should be a cakewalk, right?
Yeah…this wouldn't be so bad! I did promise to make Misty's birthday perfect, and I was not the type to back-out from a promise. Therefore, I would make Misty's party perfect! After all, I was bound to at least plan onedecent party for her, right? Right?
Right? Anybody? Please?
Oh boy…this is going to prove interesting.
To Be Continued...
A/N: Ash's mishap stories are so much fun to write! I hope you find Ash in character. Plenty more Sato-Chan cuteness is ahead! And for those wondering, 1.) This story won't be nearly as long as my larger undertakings. This fic is about the size of my other shorter story, "Because You Loved Me." If you survived that fanfic, you'll be fine here. 2.) Contrary to this story's title, this is not going to be another boo-hoo fest of mine. This story will have its share of humor, romance, and melodrama, but it's nothing compared to my full-blown dramas. No tissues will be needed here, trust me (unless you're super-duper sensitive). This story's dominantly humor, and quite a bit of fun lies ahead!
Par usual, reviews and Sato-Chan fangirl gushing are always welcomed! ^_^