I Just Don't Know
All characters belong to Nintendo and any other companies who own Poke`mon, and the characters, Ash, Misty, Brock, etc.
NOTE: this is not in my league, I basically only write Tamora pierce fan-fiction, but I had an urge
Well, I think it's about a while later, I'm aiming that Ash and Misty are sixteen, maybe seventeen.
Ash stared at Misty as she tentivly fed togepi. He felt weird, misplaced, as if that wasn't supposed to be what he was doing. He shook his head, ever since she almost drowned three weeks ago; he felt strange, foreign to his own body. He just didn't understand it; something changed, but only for him. Misty still insulted him every chance she got, but Ash just felt unusual; it was the best he could describe it.
"Good night,' Brock said to Ash and Misty. Ash mumbled something back, self-occupied. The next morning Ash awoke to find Misty eating breakfast near him. Ash started to shiver, even though he was in his sleeping bag.
"Here's, your breakfast,' Brock handed him a bowl of sweet porridge, steaming hot. Ash blew on a spoonful to cool it, and gave pikachu some too.
"Pika!" pikachu answered happily. Ash smiled at the innocent pleasure of his poke`mon, he wished he felt the same happiness. Instead there was a weird floaty bubbling sensation, always there, and it made Ash uncomfortable. He made the mistake of looking at Misty, and she got annoyed.
"What do you think you are doing??? You look glazed. Will you stop staring at me!!!!" Misty yelled at him. He looked down, ashamed. Did he ever realize how red her hair was, or how it accented her lips??? He sighed, he decided he must be having hallucinations. Maybe this all would go away, and things would go back to normal. They packed, and left the camp. They soon reached the edge of the woods, Ash always walking ahead of Misty so he wouldn't think of her. Every night at camp Ash watched her carefully feed togepi, and give it the utmost care, and soon envied togepi. He felt he couldn't go near Misty for fear of accidentally touching her. She'd then hate him, and avoid him, Ash couldn't stand the thought of it. Misty was just so pretty, so quirky, so unpredictable.
"Are you okay? I mean you've been looking pale the whole trip, ever since you saved my life in that river,' Misty remarked.
"Yeah, I'm okay, don't worry,' Ash answered, but didn't believe his words. I'm not okay!!!! I'm sick, and you're the cure, and I seize all up when I look at you, talk to you, or hear about you! No, I'm not ok!!!!
"Ash, I know you're up to something. You've been acting…strange, ever since you rescued Misty. Do you want to talk?" Brock asked.
"NO!!!!!! When did you ever know anything???" Ash retorted angrily. He guessed he loved Misty. That was what he decided, but what did she feel for him??? Ash felt he needed to know.
"Misty…well…um…"Ash started.
"Yeah, what??" Misty interrupted.
"Can I…um…talk to you…well…alone???" Ash asked as his face turned scarlet, and led misty away from Brock.
"Misty…well,' Ash said slowly, and decided he might as well spit it out, then it would be over, "Misty…what…how…about, me."
"What did you just say?" said Misty.
"What do you feel for me?" mumbled Ash, sorry he just said that.
"Well,…I guess that we're just friends,' Misty finalized. Ash let Misty leave before he sat on a nearby rock and wept, he knew his dream wasn't real, it couldn't be, so why was he crying, he knew that all along, right? He dreamed about her slim body, her graceful movements, her beauty, even her anger, he loved everything about Misty, but she thought they were just friends, nothing else. Ash wept some more. Misty returned about an hour later, but Ash didn't see her approaching, so Misty walked right next him.
"Ash, do you need help?" Misty asked softly.
"Go away Brock!" Ash yelled.
"I'm not Brock, I'm Misty," explained Misty, taken aback from Ash's response.
"Misty?" said the unsure Ash, he saw her in her bell-bottoms and pink tee shirt that said, "cute," on the front.
"Yeah, and I can help you to the camp, if you don't mind. You seem to be unhappy, and it's getting cold out here," Misty replied. She helped Ash stand up, and walked with him back to camp. Misty was wondering if she hurt Ash in any way, but she didn't understand how she could. Ash didn't understand why Misty would do that, it confused him.
"Misty, why did you come and find me? I don't understand," Ash confided.
"I thought about,…well,…what I said, and maybe it's not the truth, entirely," Misty said slowly, "maybe we are more than friends."
"Maybe we are," whispered Ash thoughtfully.
"Yeah," Misty said. Ash leaned over and kissed Misty on her cheek, who then, in response to Ash, turned pink, and looked away.
"I'm sorry, something came over me," mumbled Ash, as he turned rather white. Brock understood what was amiss when he saw Misty and Ash, each a color other than their normal skin tone, so Brock told them he was off to get water.
"Thank you for not mentioning, you know, well, to Brock. And, Ash, can we, no, maybe, I don't know," Misty said, then it was her turn to cry. She bent her head and wept.
"Yes, guess," Ash said, he was mad at himself to make her cry on his doing. He had inflicted too much pain on her. She was untouchable, she was too perfect to touch. He left the clearing, he felt she might want room to breathe, as he needed. Later when he came back, Misty was still there, but her tears had dried.
"Thank you, for leaving. I'm sorry I cried, everything is coming at me, I needed time to think about," Misty paused," things, you know." Through the moonlight Ash could see Misty's face, it was apologetic and kind, it gave Ash hope, maybe Misty really did love him. He watched her, as if in slow motion, pick up her canteen and take a sip of water, her short fiery hair falling into her face, making a veil between them. He felt his body stand and sit next to Misty, and in response, she faced him. Ash thought he was in a dream, but yet, how could he be?
"Misty…I-I-I l-l-love…you," Ash whispered, his lips nearing hers. Misty didn't turn away, but sat there, as if frozen, and Ash regretted those three words he whispered, and wished everything were normal, that they were just friends. Ash started to leave, when a tiny voice said his name.
"Ash…I'm sorry, I need time to reply, to organize my thoughts," Misty began. Ash turned around and sat back down on the log Misty was sitting on. "Maybe I do love you, I just don't know." Misty began to cry once more, her face sparkled in the starlight, and Ash thought she was more beautiful than she ever was before. Then, instinctively, he moved over to comfort her.
"T-T-Thank you," Misty stuttered when Ash hugged her. Ash then found a handkerchief in his back pocket and handed it to her. She dried her eyes and cheeks.
"Pika pikachu!" pikachu shouted. Brock soon entered camp with a bucket of water. He noticed first that Ash and Misty were both sitting on the log, Misty looking like she had just finished crying. Before she could thank Ash for his handkerchief, Ash kissed her again, this time on the lips. Misty kissed Ash back, she felt her heat rush through her veins, making her feel giddy. Ash let go of her, and she felt cold, but not for very long, Ash soon kissed her again, and again.
2ND NOTE: I know the characters don't sound like they are supposed to, I'm sorry!!! Please, be nice, it's my first Poke`mon fan-fiction, it was a first try!