Hello Everybody! This is my first Fanfic that I've ever posted online so please review and tell me what you think. I really hope everyone enjoys it. :)

Now, I've seen one in everyone else's, so: Disclaimer: I do not own pokemon, nor have I ever, but if I did I would've conquered Estonia by now. XD

And, yes, I am a hopeless romantic. :P

Pt. 1: Good mor-thwack!

(Ash's POV)

I was having a dream that I had beaten the elite four and Gary and they were bowing down to my power. It was a nice dream. Then, I saw Misty running up to me, smiling and with her arms outstretched, and she called out, "Ash." I started running to her and called back, "Misty." "Ash!" "Misty!" I was just about to embrace her, when she said…

"Wake up, Ash!" Not sure I heard her right, I started to ask her what she had said. I got as far as, "Wha—" Then I felt a sudden flash of pain and woke up.

Sitting up in my sleeping bag, I rubbed my head where Misty had hit it with her mallet. "What'd you do that for?!" I yelled, my eyes closed in pain.

I heard Misty laugh. "To get you up, of course," she said, laughing again.

Opening my eyes, I turned to yell at her… and froze the moment I laid my eyes on her. She was dressed in her usual tear-away jeans, yellow shirt, and suspenders- same as usual. There was one big difference between her current appearance and her usual: her hair was down. Now, I've seen Misty with her hair down before and every other time I've thought something like, "Huh, I usually don't see Misty's hair like that," and then resume thinking about whatever it was that I had been thinking about. Not this time, though, oh no. This time that hair transfixed me. It looked so shiny and I found myself wanting to run my fingers through it. It wasn't just her hair, either. Her eyes looked so deep and they sparkled in the morning sun…

"Um, Ash…" Misty said

"What?" I responded, still dazed.

"Why are you staring at me?" She asked, and awkward tone in her voice.

Oh, crap, she noticed! I inwardly kicked myself out of my stupor and tried to think of an explanation. "Uh, n-no I wasn't," I said, trying to buy myself a few seconds to think.

Her eyes narrowed "Yes you were!" she yelled, her legendary(or, at least, it ought to be legendary) temper flaring "Or do you call it something else when you're sitting there looking right at me for TEN SECONDS?!"

I winced at her yelling. Partly because it was true, but mostly because it was adding to the already huge headache Misty had just given me… (Light bulb turns on) That's it! It's brilliant! Who says I never have good ideas? Now I just have to pull it off. "It was my head!"

Now Misty just looked confused. "What do you mean?"

"Well, uh, y'see, w-when I sit up real fast, like I just did, I get a headrush, and it really added to the pain from the hit you gave me. It hurt so much I couldn't move my head." I rubbed my temples with my 

hands and closed my eyes like I was trying to massage the pain away. Actually, I was trying trying to massage the pain away. The headrush thing had been a lie, but… "…the yelling didn't much help things." I didn't notice that I'd said that out loud. In fact, with my eyes still closed, I didn't notice anything.

Until I felt my hands, still massaging my temples, being clasped by another pair of hands. Very soft hands. I snapped my eyes open and saw Misty's face, just inches away from mine. "Ohmygosh, really?" she asked, her voice laden with concern. Her eyes were worried as she examined the goose-egg where her mallet had hit me and I could tell from how lightly her hands were holding mine that she was being extra careful not to cause me any more pain. Despite myself, I felt my face grow hot. Then she looked down from the bump on my head and at me and she seemed to realize where her hands were. She quickly put her hands behind her back. "I-I'm sorry, I didn't realize- I mean, I wasn't trying to-"

"Ash! Misty! Breakfast!" Brock called to us.

Misty seemed glad for the interruption. "Oh, uh, C-coming!" She replied. Then, regaining her composure in voice, if not in face, she said to me "C'mon, let's go." Then she quickly turned away and ran off towards the campfire.

I felt like I had to say something in reply, so I called after her, "I'm gonna change first." Then I mentally slapped myself for saying something so lame. But then I realized: Had Misty just been… Bashful?! And I could've sworn I saw her blushing slightly before she ran off…

That's all for part one! Once again, please tell me what you thought of it.

Next time, we'll get some of Misty's POV.

Ciao!