Disorganized Fun

A sensation of lights dim as two favored teams march through to the field. Finally, the lights flare back up and reveal both teams and are ready top flip the coin. You scream, you shout, its all made out of the intense happiness as it runs through your body.

"Oh, nice free throw!" she yells.

Ash sits next to Misty, trying to fend off the embarrassment a semi good friend has to offer. Ash would of rather gone to a game with someone that new the rules to the sport, but when your with Misty, its just something you are going to have to cope with it.

"For Gods sake it's a kickoff!" he yells back.

He reclines back in his chair as he sits back and watches the game. The quarter back breaks the huddle as they line up in a shot gun formation. He calls motion as the tight end runs mid speed to wide receiver position. But finally. Just a little bit before the quarterback hikes the ball he calls a quick timeout for a strategic plan.

"Man!" she groans. "I thought they were gonna actually play!" she says pointing at the team.

"Nice to see your getting into the sport," He says with a sarcastic blissful smile. "Just, sit, and watch."

Finally the quarterback comes back to the huddle and finish the huddle faster than the first one. They line up in the shotgun position again. He calls hike an drops back, but doesn't get his feet set as he throws. The quarterback sees the blitz from both ends, by this he was willingly able to just throw the ball away.

"Incomplete pass, 2nd down." The referee sways his arms as he calls the incompletion.

"Well, I'm gonna get a hot dog, need anything?" He asks.

"The next play is going to start, cant you wait?"

"Nope, I'm hungry," he says with a fleck of irritation in his voice. "Need anything?"

"Um, a water would be nice." She generously asks.

He leaves without responding as he waves without looking back to say goodbye. The smell of food shrouds the air. Various smells draw 17 year old Ketchum from different direction, but he just couldn't think where he should go first, not in this big stadium.

"Why couldn't we of just gone to the mall or something?" He murmurs to himself. "It would be a lot easier to choose food wise."

He connects his hands as he slides them in back of his head. It was nice for him to get a day off., From filing papers for 3 hours or more. Just chilling with a close friend was good enough for him for the time being, but with the expenses would be a little high, so he just counted on Misty that she'd pay for everything else.

"Hey you!" A voice interrupts

"Who, me?" He points to himself.

"I am Terry from New Bark Town, and I will like to challenge you to a battle!" he says pointing at him with his legs spread apart in a locked position. "I have seen you in different leagues, even though you were not good enough to win the whole thing, but I would like to battle you!" He yells.

"Listen, kid I don't even have my poke`mon with me," He admits throwing his arms in the air. "maybe another time."

"Wow, guess you suck to much to face against me." He says walking away.

That statement stops Ash in his tracks. He turns around and grabs the young boy by the collar, and tightens his fist.

"Let battle, deuce face," He loosens his grip and leaves prepping for the battle. " Meet by the entrance." he calls as he disappears in the crowed of people.

Ash pulls out his phone, 1 missed call. He at last scrolls down to contacts and finally finds Misty, and dials the number.

"Um, hello?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm gonna battle some kid, no big deal, but I'll be back."

"So, your just gonna battle some random kid that found you?"

"Yeah, have to go, what's the score?"

"14-7"

"Thanks, see you!"

He sticks back his phone in his pocket, and makes his way to the entrance.

5 minutes later...

"Alright this'll be a 1 pok`emon battle, first pok`emon to knock out the other is the winner," he announces. "Understood?"

"Count on it," Ash makes a confident grin. "Pikachu go!"

The tiny mouse pok`emon calls it's name on the battle field, as it warms itself up by sparking up the red spots on it's cheeks. Its ready for battle.

"Turtwig, go!" the distant trainer yells. "Razor leaf!"

"Pikachu use double team, quick!" Ash commands.

A string of faded pikachu cross the battlefield as it confuses the turtwig, missing every hit from the razor leaf. Now, the turtwig is also confused, and cannot do anything till the move is over.

"Turtwiguse tackle on every projection until you find the real pikachu!"

"Turtwig turt." The pok`emon groans in pain.

The turtwig focuses its leaf on each projection, fading away every string of fake pikachu. Finally it hits the real one, knocking pikachu back. Ash needs to plan a strategy fast, because this may be a little harder than expected.

"Pikachu, get up and use volt tackle!" He yells.

Pikachu quickly gains electricity while running straight forward at its opponent. The attack smashes the Turtwig into the wall while it gets paralyzed in the process. It took a powerful blow.

"Turtwig," he sighs shaking his head. "Use, tackle." He softly commands.

"Finish this with an iron tail, I've had enough of this."

Pikachu quickly jumps to the opposing pok`emon and unleashes a final blow. It's tail packed a powerful iron tail to the stomach giving it no time to give it another chance in this battle.

"So I suck?" he calls out.

"Lucky," He admits. "Just, leave."

Ash walks back into the stadium with a proud smrik across his face. When he gets back to his seat he reclines back in his chair, and enjoys the rest of the game, with a good friend.

"Have a fun time?"She asks.

"Yep, wasn't expected but, yeah, it was fun."

Hope you liked the story, I had just randomely thought this up, And besides, I hadn't written anything I liked in a long time. PLease be nice reviewing this. Thankyou!