"Wow, beautiful!" exclaimed misty when the reached the window of the
department store during Christmas shopping.
"I love the necklaces! I want one!!!" She dragged her two male companions into the store and they stared blankly at the array of necklaces.
"This stuff is all too expensive," Brock whispered to Ash while Misty was parading happily around the store. He nodded.
"Misty! I wanna go ho-omme!" Ash whined pitifully.
She turned around and rolled her eyes at him, giving him a "grow up" look.
"You're a party pooper," she stated, turning back to the dangly earrings she was admiring.
"No! This is boring! All we're doing is sitting here! All these necklaces look exactly the same! All sparkly and junk!"
"No! They're NOT junk!" she shrieked hotly, "They are sapphires that come from the very bottom of the sea!"
Ash shrugged. "Stones are stones. Wouldn't you rather have something you can use? Like a new Pokeball or something?"
"No! Shut up, Ahs, and let me have fun! I don't care what stupid comments you have to say!"
He looked slightly hurt, but his voice didn't show it. "Fine, Scrawny Misty," he said curtly. "Have fun getting jewels for your scrawny neck."
He expected her to hit him over the head, but she was too engrossed in the jewels to even notice his comment.
~*~
Nighttime. He sat at the campsite, gazing at her. Her red, silken hair shimmered in the firelight, and her cerulean eyes drew his eyes over to her.
He found himself doing it more and more lately, and he quickly averted his eyes so she wouldn't bite his bead off.
Too late. Those beautiful eyes of hers glanced up once looking nervous, and then in the second glance it was replaced by irritation.
"What are you staring at? She demanded.
"A pig," he retorted, which was possibly one of the most clever comebacks he'd ever come up with. Mentally he patted himself on the back.
For a moment her eyes widened, then she spat, "Well, pigs are as smart as humans are, and in this case, smarter than you!"
"Well at least *I*-"Ash was suddenly interrupted by Brock.
"Can't you two stop fighting even for a minute?!" Both pairs of eyes suddenly were downcast.
"Sorry, Brock," mumbled Misty.
"Yeah, sorry," added Ash, glaring at her, then stalked off to his sleeping bag. ~*~
They went out to lunch the next day when they reached the next city. The air was tense between Ash and Misty, and Brock was lamely attempting to smooth things out.
"So, guys, how's the weather today, heh heh?"
Both of them glared at him.
"Stormy, I take it?"
Misty slammed her fork down. "Why are you such an inconsiderate jerk, Ash Ketchum?"
"Why are you so rude to me?"
She stopped and considered this. Lately, she thought with shame creeping up her cheeks, she had been rude to him lately. But it was because..she glanced up at his eyes, and blushed.
"Because-because..."
"Do you even have a reason?"
Silence while both of them waited for her to answer. The scene could have been comical if it weren't for Ash and Misty taking it so seriously. Two adolescents battling, the combat zone a bag of French fries which had been knocked over during the heat of the fight.
"Have a fry," Brock said, shoving one in between them. They both looked at him as if he had just come from Mars.
Misty finally took one and shoved it in her mouth. "Where's the gym in this city?"
Ash blinked incredulously. Wasn't she just screaming at him a second ago? He decided he didn't understand women and never would.
"It's that time of month," Brock whispered to Ash, seeing his perplexed glance. "You know, they get all bitchy around then."
"What was that?" Asked Misty.
"Nothing!" Brock smiled sweetly and said, "I think once we reach the gym I might challenge the gym leader first. I could use a little practice with my Pokemon."
"Are you allowed to?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so. After all, I am a trainer too, along with a gym leader, right?"
She nodded, and the two of them began a conversation about strategies of rock Pokemon and water types.
"Hey Misty," Ash interrupted, "has your Togepi been eating okay? Pikachu's appetite has been a little low lately."
"Yeah, it's okay," she said, giving him a funny look. "How come?"
He shrugged. "I thought maybe something was going around, you know?"
"Pokemon don't catch viruses the same way humans do," Brock piped up.
Ash's eyebrows furrowed a little bit. Why did Brock always have to make him look so stupid in front of Misty? The second the thought sprung into his head, he quickly banished it. I don't care how I look in front of the scrawny brat, anyways, he thought.
"So, Misty, wanna go shopping later on while Ash is battling? We'll go to another jewelry store if you'd like," Brock said.
For some reason this thought really bothered Ash. The two of them, out having fun while they were missing his great victory. "Come and watch me," he urged, "it's gonna be a great battle. More interesting than some boring store."
She considered this. Meretricious jewelry, or watching him battle. She'd much rather watch the battle, but...he had been such a jerk to her. This should show him.
"I'm going shopping," she said, then added, "You're probably gonna lose anyways."
Inside her head, a little voice piped up. "You always hurt the ones you love.."
As the two of them walked off together, talking and laughing, a terrible thought occurred to him. Did Brock...did Brock LIKE Misty?
Well, this was a short chapter. I originally was gonna make this a long one shot fic, but this seemed like the perfect place to stop it for a chapter, soo..here it is. Oh yes, and BTW, don't fret..I'm still working on wounded in my eyes chapter four, so watch out for that, it hasn't been abandoned. But this was just a little idea I got when I was bored.. Please review! x~Aurora chan
"I love the necklaces! I want one!!!" She dragged her two male companions into the store and they stared blankly at the array of necklaces.
"This stuff is all too expensive," Brock whispered to Ash while Misty was parading happily around the store. He nodded.
"Misty! I wanna go ho-omme!" Ash whined pitifully.
She turned around and rolled her eyes at him, giving him a "grow up" look.
"You're a party pooper," she stated, turning back to the dangly earrings she was admiring.
"No! This is boring! All we're doing is sitting here! All these necklaces look exactly the same! All sparkly and junk!"
"No! They're NOT junk!" she shrieked hotly, "They are sapphires that come from the very bottom of the sea!"
Ash shrugged. "Stones are stones. Wouldn't you rather have something you can use? Like a new Pokeball or something?"
"No! Shut up, Ahs, and let me have fun! I don't care what stupid comments you have to say!"
He looked slightly hurt, but his voice didn't show it. "Fine, Scrawny Misty," he said curtly. "Have fun getting jewels for your scrawny neck."
He expected her to hit him over the head, but she was too engrossed in the jewels to even notice his comment.
~*~
Nighttime. He sat at the campsite, gazing at her. Her red, silken hair shimmered in the firelight, and her cerulean eyes drew his eyes over to her.
He found himself doing it more and more lately, and he quickly averted his eyes so she wouldn't bite his bead off.
Too late. Those beautiful eyes of hers glanced up once looking nervous, and then in the second glance it was replaced by irritation.
"What are you staring at? She demanded.
"A pig," he retorted, which was possibly one of the most clever comebacks he'd ever come up with. Mentally he patted himself on the back.
For a moment her eyes widened, then she spat, "Well, pigs are as smart as humans are, and in this case, smarter than you!"
"Well at least *I*-"Ash was suddenly interrupted by Brock.
"Can't you two stop fighting even for a minute?!" Both pairs of eyes suddenly were downcast.
"Sorry, Brock," mumbled Misty.
"Yeah, sorry," added Ash, glaring at her, then stalked off to his sleeping bag. ~*~
They went out to lunch the next day when they reached the next city. The air was tense between Ash and Misty, and Brock was lamely attempting to smooth things out.
"So, guys, how's the weather today, heh heh?"
Both of them glared at him.
"Stormy, I take it?"
Misty slammed her fork down. "Why are you such an inconsiderate jerk, Ash Ketchum?"
"Why are you so rude to me?"
She stopped and considered this. Lately, she thought with shame creeping up her cheeks, she had been rude to him lately. But it was because..she glanced up at his eyes, and blushed.
"Because-because..."
"Do you even have a reason?"
Silence while both of them waited for her to answer. The scene could have been comical if it weren't for Ash and Misty taking it so seriously. Two adolescents battling, the combat zone a bag of French fries which had been knocked over during the heat of the fight.
"Have a fry," Brock said, shoving one in between them. They both looked at him as if he had just come from Mars.
Misty finally took one and shoved it in her mouth. "Where's the gym in this city?"
Ash blinked incredulously. Wasn't she just screaming at him a second ago? He decided he didn't understand women and never would.
"It's that time of month," Brock whispered to Ash, seeing his perplexed glance. "You know, they get all bitchy around then."
"What was that?" Asked Misty.
"Nothing!" Brock smiled sweetly and said, "I think once we reach the gym I might challenge the gym leader first. I could use a little practice with my Pokemon."
"Are you allowed to?" She asked.
"Yeah, I think so. After all, I am a trainer too, along with a gym leader, right?"
She nodded, and the two of them began a conversation about strategies of rock Pokemon and water types.
"Hey Misty," Ash interrupted, "has your Togepi been eating okay? Pikachu's appetite has been a little low lately."
"Yeah, it's okay," she said, giving him a funny look. "How come?"
He shrugged. "I thought maybe something was going around, you know?"
"Pokemon don't catch viruses the same way humans do," Brock piped up.
Ash's eyebrows furrowed a little bit. Why did Brock always have to make him look so stupid in front of Misty? The second the thought sprung into his head, he quickly banished it. I don't care how I look in front of the scrawny brat, anyways, he thought.
"So, Misty, wanna go shopping later on while Ash is battling? We'll go to another jewelry store if you'd like," Brock said.
For some reason this thought really bothered Ash. The two of them, out having fun while they were missing his great victory. "Come and watch me," he urged, "it's gonna be a great battle. More interesting than some boring store."
She considered this. Meretricious jewelry, or watching him battle. She'd much rather watch the battle, but...he had been such a jerk to her. This should show him.
"I'm going shopping," she said, then added, "You're probably gonna lose anyways."
Inside her head, a little voice piped up. "You always hurt the ones you love.."
As the two of them walked off together, talking and laughing, a terrible thought occurred to him. Did Brock...did Brock LIKE Misty?
Well, this was a short chapter. I originally was gonna make this a long one shot fic, but this seemed like the perfect place to stop it for a chapter, soo..here it is. Oh yes, and BTW, don't fret..I'm still working on wounded in my eyes chapter four, so watch out for that, it hasn't been abandoned. But this was just a little idea I got when I was bored.. Please review! x~Aurora chan