Wheee! This is my little oneshot of happiness. Review, review or die heathens!!!! Not really…but it would be nice…I never get reviews…

Misty: It's because you keep making me confess! I don't wanna!

Me: Well, you're confessing, so deal with it!

Little kid at my school who is very violent: Why do you always have to make people do things! I didn't wanna do my homework and you made me! I hate you! kicks me in shin and runs away

Me: Story time. Ow. Medic! collapses in pathetic heap (by the way, the kid's seven and she kicks like a HORSE!!!!)

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Misty drummed her fingers on the table and leaned back in the chair she was sitting in, letting the front two legs come off the ground. Ash was upstairs in his room of the white country house that belonged to him and Mrs. Ketchum.

"You know, he probably wouldn't care. Heck, he probably wouldn't even know what the flip I meant." Misty sighed, looking at Pikachu. (I hate pokémon speak, it's going to be translated like this Pikachu: blah blah, whatever, Okay? I like it that way!!!! I need hot chocolate! It's twelve freaking a.m.!)

Pikachu: What are you going to do then?

"I suppose I'll just go and tell him and kiss him on the cheek or something." Misty put her head in her hand. It was all hypothetical, of course. She wasn't going to run upstairs and tell him, that would be stupid. And she was pretty scared of rejection. Pikachu eyed Misty carefully before speaking. She wasn't stupid but…most teenagers were pretty easily manipulated…

Pikachu: He wouldn't get it. He still claps to bring tinkerbell back to life. Poor sap can't even figure out fairies aren't real! (Me: twitch. F-fairies aren't real? But…but I love tinkerbell! TINKERBELL! DON'T DIE! Ahem, sorry, I'll stop) He knows nothing about love, I mean, he couldn't even tell Melody was hitting on him.

"Yeah…he didn't." Misty said. She blinked and looked at Pikachu. "Mr. Pokémon Master isn't all that sharp and…and…" She leaped up from her seat and pounded up the stairs, leaving Pikachu to smile at Mr. Mime who had stopped his frantic cleaning rampage to listen to the conversation.

Pikachu: That's right, you know I rock, mimey. I just hooked them up…at least I better have. If Ash doesn't get this I'll KILL him!

Misty took the rubber band out of her hair and let it slide smoothly to just below her ears. She remembered the way Ash had looked at her at the festival and…no, she couldn't think about that. He didn't really care, right? Friends thought friends looked pretty and stared. It was pointless to dress herself up. But, she left the rubber band around her wrist.

"Ash!" She pounded on the door. "Ash, get out here! I've gotta tell you something!"

"Huh?" Ash pulled his head out. "Is someone in trouble?"

"No," Misty growled "don't run off somewhere, I want to talk to you."

"So…no one's in trouble right?" Ash asked. Misty smacked her forehead and sweatdropped.

"Yes. Come the rest of the way out. So as I was…" Misty trailed off and her eyes widened as Ash stepped out of his room. Yeah, Ash was oblivious, but maybe he could have been modest with her? His pale body revealed as he stepped into the light, she just sort of gawked. "A-ash. Shouldn't you, ah, put on a shirt?" She covered her face with her hand.

"Why? You see me in swimming trunks all the time. I've got pants on. Just tell me what you wanted to say. I want to go back and send that Gary a threat letter and tell him how much better I am! (Um…well, you see…I couldn't think of what to make him do! Sorry!)"

"Yeah, but…" Misty tried to keep her eyes on his face. She hadn't seen him in his swimming trunks since they were twelve. At sixteen…it was different. He had some muscle, but who wouldn't? He ran around all day he had to have some kind of bulk. But, wow. Misty had to keep her mind focused, or at least off his body. "Carrots, peppers, bugs, carrots, peppers, bugs." She whispered.

"What?"

"Nothing!" She gasped. "I just wanted to say…I love you!" She leaned forward and kissed his cheek before she could lose confidence. Ash smiled.

"Gee, thanks. I love ya too Mist! You're my best friend." Ash chuckled.

"Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say." Misty said, feeling just a little disappointed. Why did he have to be so dense.

"So, see you down stairs in a few?" He asked. Misty nodded before going into her room to change into her pajamas for the movie they were planning n watching that night. (shifty eyes. Um…this has got to be so freaking OOC it's not even funny!) She didn't even notice that Ash's smile wasn't exactly…happy, or sad but slightly…tricky?

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"I hate this movie." Ash said dully.

"Why?" Misty asked. "It's so romantic." She smiled dreamily.

"But, it's so clichéd."

"Big word." Misty chuckled.

"I know. I've been studying lately. But, I hate clichés. The one I hate so, so much is when there's this girl, right? And she likes this stupid guy. So she declares her love in some obvious way, like a love letter or e-mail or flowers or candy or whatever, and then the guy is so stupid he thinks she just means like a friend." Ash sighed. Misty froze. This sounded pretty familiar. He didn't really know, did he?

"Y-yeah. I hate that too." Misty nodded, her side ponytail bobbing. Ash looked at the girl sitting next to him.

"Wait a minute." He leaned forward and pulled the rubberband out of her hair once more. "I like your hair down." He grinned, he continued, his grin only widening at Misty's shocked expression. "I really hate clichés though. Maybe I should try and stop these from happening." He leaned forward, dangerously into Misty's comfort zone. Her face flushed from her cheeks to the roots of her hair.

"Ash, I'm a little uncomfortable." She said breathlessly. Her heart pounded in her chest like a rapidash's, pumping hot blood through her arms and legs, waking up the butterfree(sp?) in her stomach which fluttered around so quickly it hurt. Her hands were shaking even though they were embedded deep in the sofa cushion.

"Really? Me too." Ash said. "I happen to be a wonderful actor. So wonderful I've gotten this reputation around the world of my stupidity. Going into every battle as Ash the stupid. Not to say I don't lack common sense, but I happen to have a very wide vocabulary. And sometimes, it takes a really big mallet and a kiss on the cheek from a stubborn little red head to get some sense knocked into you." Ahs closed the final few inches to touch his lips to hers. She gasped as flame rolled up and down her arms, the butterflies in her stomach were stronger her heart beat faster, but, man, it felt good. Ash pulled back and gave her a shaky smile, his confidence all used up. At least Misty wasn't the only scared one in the room. "Do you have anything to say about all those stupid insults you gave me? Now that you know I'm not a moron?" He leaned back, and was surprised when Misty leaned forward so she was inches away from his face.

Misty looked into his eyes and gave him her best smile.

"Oops?"