The Email
Ok I am officially back in my ASH and MISTY faze!!!! Btw this story was inspired by the movie "The Notebook" which with the exception of the story line that inspired this fic SUCKED and also by something else but I 'aint gonna tell u cuz then u'r gonna guess the ending XD
Misty picked up the paper from the doorstep of the Cerulean Gym. But she dropped it as soon as she had lifted it from the cold concrete.
On the front page was a picture of him...
'Pokemon trainer Ash Ketchum has done what most trainers merely dream of, this distinct you man has become a pokemon master' She read.
She picked the paper up again and walked back inside, she took her usual spot at the kitchen table and sipped her tea as she read the article.
Halfway through tears began to form in her eyes and memories began to come back to her.
"Has it....really been ten years?..." She wondered out loud, her voice only a whisper.
She smiled sadly as she leaned her head back and let the images in her head play.
"Ash...."
Ash had just arrived at his hotel room, it had been a very trying day. Nothing but news reporters and TV casters.
He flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes, intending only to rest for a short moment but soon fell asleep.
When he woke his best friend and first pokemon Pikachu was standing over him.
"Pika pika chu? Pika!" It said as it pointed to the computer in his room.
Ash sighed, he knew there was an e-mail waiting for him but he only wished to go back to his dream.
But knowing that such a thing was not possible at the moment he sat up, hiding his face in his hands and rubbed his throbbing temples.
He chuckled half-heartily.
"I dreamt of her again Pikachu....ten years and I still dream of her...."
"Pika..." His pokemon replied sympathetically, it too remembered their old and lost friend.
Ash turned to the computer, a digital Pigioto was flapping it's wings franticly and holding a letter in it's beak.
He clicked on it and about forty messages were waiting for him.
"Local Pokemon Network, Poke press, the daily executor, Cerulean City, PN- . Wait what?"
His eyes widened as he clicked on the e-mail from Cerulean City.
'Could it be....'
The letter read:
Dear Ash,
It's Misty, do you remember me? I saw you're picture in the paper and I just thought it would see if you were, u know ok or something... well, um. I guess goodbye
Misty,
Ps. CONGRADULATIONS ON BECOMING A POKEMON MASTER
"Pikachu...it's her..." Ash whispered.
Ok I am officially back in my ASH and MISTY faze!!!! Btw this story was inspired by the movie "The Notebook" which with the exception of the story line that inspired this fic SUCKED and also by something else but I 'aint gonna tell u cuz then u'r gonna guess the ending XD
Misty picked up the paper from the doorstep of the Cerulean Gym. But she dropped it as soon as she had lifted it from the cold concrete.
On the front page was a picture of him...
'Pokemon trainer Ash Ketchum has done what most trainers merely dream of, this distinct you man has become a pokemon master' She read.
She picked the paper up again and walked back inside, she took her usual spot at the kitchen table and sipped her tea as she read the article.
Halfway through tears began to form in her eyes and memories began to come back to her.
"Has it....really been ten years?..." She wondered out loud, her voice only a whisper.
She smiled sadly as she leaned her head back and let the images in her head play.
"Ash...."
Ash had just arrived at his hotel room, it had been a very trying day. Nothing but news reporters and TV casters.
He flopped down on his bed and closed his eyes, intending only to rest for a short moment but soon fell asleep.
When he woke his best friend and first pokemon Pikachu was standing over him.
"Pika pika chu? Pika!" It said as it pointed to the computer in his room.
Ash sighed, he knew there was an e-mail waiting for him but he only wished to go back to his dream.
But knowing that such a thing was not possible at the moment he sat up, hiding his face in his hands and rubbed his throbbing temples.
He chuckled half-heartily.
"I dreamt of her again Pikachu....ten years and I still dream of her...."
"Pika..." His pokemon replied sympathetically, it too remembered their old and lost friend.
Ash turned to the computer, a digital Pigioto was flapping it's wings franticly and holding a letter in it's beak.
He clicked on it and about forty messages were waiting for him.
"Local Pokemon Network, Poke press, the daily executor, Cerulean City, PN- . Wait what?"
His eyes widened as he clicked on the e-mail from Cerulean City.
'Could it be....'
The letter read:
Dear Ash,
It's Misty, do you remember me? I saw you're picture in the paper and I just thought it would see if you were, u know ok or something... well, um. I guess goodbye
Misty,
Ps. CONGRADULATIONS ON BECOMING A POKEMON MASTER
"Pikachu...it's her..." Ash whispered.