Part One
Author's Note: Out of Characterization notification for some parts of this specific story. Some of you may have read this before, but I deleted it off of and redid it into a different story since the ending was rushed and illogical.
Gary's Point of View and Story
For a long time now, Misty, Ash, Tracey, and I have all been long time friends, except for Ash and I, who would always fight over petty things. We were all mature now, about seventeen. Ash was the youngest, still sixteen, and Tracey was about eighteen. We were going back to Ash's and my hometown, Pallet City for a visit, because our parents were worrying about us being gone for so long, almost a year, or so. We were bickering along the way like usual, like little kids, which would make Misty and chuckle and smile. It made me wonder why she would laugh and smile at me occasionally, because I know that her affection goes toward Ash, and not me. Ash convinced her into thinking of me as a rival and this arrogant human. Sure, I was better in training than he was, and I admit, I am arrogant, and a better trainer than he is, with those air-headed cheerleaders who use to follow me around, just because I am the grandson of Professor Ookido. Usually Tracey would make us stop fighting and we would leave each other alone. Tracey's stupid drawings and observations frequently stopped us, but he insisted on doing them. We finally made it to Ash's and my hometown. When we came to Ash's house, his mother hugged him like a mad person and invited us in. We put our traveling equipment down and Ash's mom came around to make us an outstanding dinner, but I didn't feel like eating. Miss Ketchum showed us up to our own rooms since Ash had a large house.
When I came to my room, the window was in the position of the moon, where I would stare every now and then. My room was right next to hers and I would frequently think of her and what she was doing. But still— she loves Ash. I couldn't stop thinking of her and went to my knapsack and took out a perfectly preserved picture of her, which I had a famous photographer named Snap takes for me. I took it out, and slid it thought the glass into the frame. I put the frame, which I had worked so hard for, on top of the windowsill. I hated the way I was becoming, turning into this girly-girl who throbs over stupid guys she sees, but it's not like I can throw away the feelings within me. I stood up against the wall and crossed my arms.
"Why her," I asked myself in my thoughts. "Out of all people, why did my heart go to Misty? She's Ash's lovey-dovey girlfriend. God, I sound like some insipid adolescent who is insecure about practically everything."
It was about eleven at night, so I turned off the light. I couldn't fall asleep and kept tossing and turning. While I was doing that, I noticed a dim light coming out of wall behind a picture frame of flowers, which was hanging on the wall. I took it off and there was a tiny hole and saw Misty, sitting there practicing her calligraphy gracefully on the table. I watched her strokes back and forth, her wrist movement, and watched how gifted she was at it. She kept doing it for an hour, and I got bored of watching her doing it. I put the picture frame back on the wall carefully, so that I would not make any noise to make her look at the wall and think I was spying on her or that I was doing something stupid.
I sat there on my bed, remembering that day, five years ago, only for two days I was with her; but it was not a true experience since I feigned liking her, not really feel anything from it. I did it because Tracey did the "You like her, huh?" routine, and he and Ash wouldn't butt out, making immature remarks. And I knew that Ash was the one who loved her, not me. I only did it because Tracey made me; thinking I had a crush on her, just because she fell down and I offered her my hand. "
Why am I thinking like this? I am Gary Oak, the greatest trainer there is in this lousy town, and this is how I turn out?" I thought to myself again.
I stood up from my bed and slowly sat down on the floor. I noticed when I sat down there would be a crumpling noise. I looked into my pocket and saw a small charcoal portrait of Misty, which I had stolen from Tracey when he had drawn in his spare time. I put it back in my pocket, and didn't even bother taking off my dirty travel clothes, because I was too tired. I fell asleep and woke up three hours later. When I opened my eyes, it was two o'clock and there was Misty looking down on me, but then I realized it was just the picture.
I hit myself on the head. "What the heck is wrong with me?"
I put my shoes on and an indigo jacket to keep me warm and left my room quietly. I went out of the house and into the night. I let out my pocket monster, Arcanine, got on top of his back and rode around at top speed with him. I went around the dirt roads, thinking about my feelings and other sappy things I felt for Misty. After that I took out Eevee, my first and elite pokèmon and let her go out for a walk. When I was finished, I realized it was about four o' clock. I put away all the junk away and came back. When I came back I saw Ash, sitting the balcony outside of his room.
When I was nearing the house, he yelled out "Hey! What are you doing up?" I looked down and kept walking as if nothing was there. I went back inside and went into my room and quickly threw the picture frame of Misty back in my bag, just in case Ash would barge in my room and ask what I was doing out so late. After about two hours, Ash's mother was already up. Of course, I was awake, even though I only had about three hours of sleep. I walked downstairs, walked into the kitchen, sat on a chair, and sighed.
"Good morning Gary, would you like anything to eat?" she said cheerfully.
"No, thanks," I said, gratefully.
She put her apron on and made me a big fat slab of breakfast for me anyway. I wasn't very hungry because I had that annoying feeling in the pit of my stomach that meant that you have feelings for someone. I hated that feeling, but ate a portion of my breakfast anyway just to be polite. Instead, I put most of it in the large napkin that I had and quickly dumped it in the trash when she wasn't looking. I went back upstairs to change into some fresh clean clothes when Misty had just awoken and was coming down the stairs. I became uneasy passing her in the stairs, but acted like everything was fine, but started going up the stairwell a lot faster. I didn't bother looking up as I accidentally rammed into her. I fell down to the bottom and hit my head. I got up on my shoulders but still lying on the carpet. I rubbed my head where it hurt. She ran to me and asked,
"Oh! I'm so sorry! Are you okay?" She held me up from the back, which surprised me very much to see that she actually cared.
"No. Really, It was my fault" I said.
"No! I insist that it was my fault," she demanded.
"Really, it was nothing," I kept telling her.
"Are you sure?" she asked.
"Really," I said and quickly got up.
After that small incident I went back up, feeling slightly stupid about myself for being so clumsy. I put on a fresh new blue shirt, but kept on my necklace. I remembered to take out the charcoal picture of Misty and set it aside and put on a fresh pair of pants. Then I immediately put the picture back in my bag, so I wouldn't forget it. If I did, Tracey would probably wander into my room and ask why the picture was with me, why I have it, if I had stolen it, and would tell Ash about it. Then Ash would kill me for possessing pictures of his girlfriend. I put my shoes on, and walked back downstairs. I opened the door when Tracey finally came out looking like a mess and his bandana sticking out of his hair. I decided not to talk to him, he might have been grouchy. He trampled down the stairs, which I found humorous. I went outside and saw Misty, who was sitting on the garden bench outside of the front rose garden. I walked past her and acted calm, though really, I was pulsating vigorously.
After I took a few steps with my back facing her, " Gary…" she said very suddenly.
"Yes?" I turned around responded and looked deeply into her green eyes.
"I uh…umm…wanted to ask…how your day is?" she stammered.
"Oh, it's fine," I said disappointingly, thinking that she would confess her love for me, which is just a retarded fantasy that I made up in my mind. I walked back to my grandfather's place. I went in and walked in, hands in my pocket.
"Hello there, Gary," he said promptly.
"Oh, hey, grandfather," I mumbled, while staring at the marble floor. He noticed that I looked forlorn.
" Gary is something wrong?" he asked, while testing another pokèmon for illness.
"What? Oh nothing." I blurted.
"Really? You don't look okay to me. Did you even eat breakfast?" he asked.
"No" I said bluntly.
"But why didn't you?" he asked.
"I didn't feel like it," I said.
"Hmm…is something bothering you?" he asked again with his series of questions.
"Well, my stomach hurts a little bit."
"I see… do you have your eyes on someone lately?"
"What? NO! I concentrate on my journey, not girls!" I yelled unnecessarily harsh at him.
"Don't talk to me like that! I am your grandfather, and I've been taking care of you and your sister since you were children! Even Daisy isn't as disrespectful as you!" he said and went back to his research.
"I'm very sorry, Grandfather. It's just, I only had three hours of sleep."
"Yes, I can tell by the looks on your eyes. Oh yes, and I saw you last night, riding on Arcanine at about three in the morning," he said to me straightforward.
"I think I'm going now," I said.
"Okay. You're dismissed," said Professor Oak.
I walked out of his laboratory and noticed how much I was changing from the way I liked being, arrogant and a bit concealing, into a boy who turned into this mushy lover, who had nothing else better to do. I was disgusted into the way I was becoming. I walked out and wished I hadn't said what I said to Grandfather. Although I didn't know, Grandfather called Tracey to come and ask what's wrong with me. When I came back to Miss Ketchum's residence, I saw Tracey standing at the doorway.
"What are you waiting for?" I asked casually.
"You. Your grandfather called me and asked that I talk to you and see what's wrong," he said.
"Well I guess I'll tell you…but you must promise you won't tell anybody, especially Misty or Ash," I said.
"I won't," he replied back.
"Okay, I want to go somewhere far away from here so that no one can listen," I said in a stern voice.
"All right" he said.
We left off walked into Marsara Forest. I began telling him what was happening to me, although I hardly ever tell anyone what's the matter with me. I started out by telling him my affection for Misty, all the conflicts with Ash I had, and what would happen if I told her. He nodded slowly after I had explained a lot and started talking.
"Well to me, it seems that this is unrequited love, but not really. It can't really be unrequited love because she doesn't even know you even have affection for her. I'm sure you very well know that Ash loves Misty, and vice versa. But then we all know that you used to be with her, but it was only a little joke from me," he said.
"Yes I clearly know that. It was only for two lousy days. I thought of that as nothing more than a joke. Then I told her to go away, and felt terrible about making her cry. Then Ash came to her needs, comforted her, and told her that I was just someone in the world who just wanted power and this arrogant jack ass. That's how he showed revenge on me. So after that, I began regretting it…" I said reminiscently.
"Well, I clearly see that you obviously want her back, but I know how you feel, but I think you should talk to your sister, Daisy. Well I guess we'd better go or they'll come and look for us," Tracey said.
"I guess you're right, so let's go," I said very quietly and kicked the dirt, walking back to Miss Ketchum's residence.
We went back to Ash's house when I saw something very ironic. Misty and Ash were fighting continuously and loudly. I didn't know what it was, but for some reason, I was happy about it, but I still felt like it wasn't right to take joy in other people's misery although I did that all the time.
"Ash! You don't care about me at all! All you care about is yourself!" Misty yelled.
"What? You've been bothering me since I was ten and following me around for a lousy reason!" Ash said back.
"What? How dare you!" Misty said and ran upstairs into her room.