Disclaimer-If I owned Pokemon or the song, I wouldn't be writing fanfiction, would I?
Summary-Based on the magna. Ash and Misty have been going steady for three years, but when Ash's old girlfriend, May, comes back in the picture, it's up to Misty to make sure that May keeps her hands off Ash!
The Boy Is Mine
"This is the most famous karaoke bar in Pallet Town," Delia Ketchum squealed, practically shoving Ash and Misty inside the Starlight Romance Karaoke Bar. "You two lovebirds have a good time, and you come back before 11!"
"Oh, come on, Mom," Ash complained. "We'll be back early!"
"Well, okay," Delia said. "Have a good time!" She clasped her hands like a matchmaker and walked out, humming the Wedding March.
"Early in the morning, that is!" Ash and Misty said together, laughing out loud.
"Come on, let's kick it," Misty said.
The two took a table and ordered a root beer a la mode with two straws.
"Ooh, brain freeze, brain freeze!" Misty yelped, pressing three of her fingers to her forehead.
"You okay, Mist?" Ash asked, concerned.
"Yeah, I'm okay," Misty said, shaking her head to wear off the brain freeze.
"Well, if it isn't Ash!" a female voice exclaimed.
Both turned to look as a tall, attractive girl with long brown hair and sparkling brown eyes came over. "Hi, Ashy!"
"Hi," Ash said. "Misty, this May Oak. May, this is Misty Waterflower. I used to date May in the summer after 8th grade."
Ignoring Misty entirely, May took the empty third seat. Her eyes were on Ash and Ash alone. "I was hoping," she said with a giggle, "that we could hook up again sometime. Say, Saturday at 7?"
"Sorry, May, but I have a girlfriend," Ash said.
"Really? Who?"
"Misty."
"Misty?" May blinked. "Who's Misty?"
"She's sitting right next to you."
May took a good look at Misty. Misty could tell that May was sizing her up.
May laughed and turned back to Ash. "Honestly, Ash, you can do better than that," she scolded playfully.
"May…" Ash started.
"Now, as I was saying. About Saturday…"
"Ladies and gentlemen!" the MC called out. Talking ceased and everyone turned to look at him. "We have a new vocalist with us tonight, folks. She calls herself Misty Waterflower from the city of Cerulean. Give it up for Misty!"
The room broke out in applause as Misty plucked the microphone from the stand and flipped the switch to 'On'. "This song is dedicated to someone I met just a few minutes ago," she announced. "She goes by the name of Oak…May Oak."
She glanced sideways. "Kick it," she said, snapping her fingers at the man in charge of the CDs.
He popped a CD into the player, set it for the right track, and let is go as Misty started singing.
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
I think it's time we got this straight
Let's sit and talk face-to-face
There is no way you could mistake
Him for your man
Are you insane
You see, I know that you might be
Just a little bit jealous of me
But you're blind if you can't see
That his love is all in me
You see, I tried to hesitate
I didn't wanna say what he told me
He said, without me, he couldn't make
It through the day
Ain't that a shame
Maybe you misunderstood
'Cause I don't see how he could
Wanna change something that's so good
Because my love is all it took
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
I think you should realize
And try to understand why
He is a part of my life
I know it's killing you inside
Must you do the things you do
Keep on acting like a fool
You need to know, it's me, not you
And if you don't know it, girl, it's true
You can say what you wanna say
What we have, you can't take
From the truth, you can't escape
I can tell the real from the fake
When will you get the picture
You're the past, I'm the future
Get away, it's my time to shine
And if you didn't know, the boy is mine
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
You can't destroy the love I found
Your silly games, I won't allow
The boy is mine without a doubt
You might as well throw in the towel
What makes you think that he wants you
When I'm the one who brought him to
This special place in my heart
'Cause he was my love right from the start
You need to give it up
Had about enough
It's not hard to see
The boy is mine
I'm sorry that you
Seem to be confused
He belongs to me
The boy is mine
The entire room stood up from their seats and screamed. Cheers and whistles were heard as Ash got up from his seat, ran on stage, and caught her up in a kiss.
"Waah!" May got up from the seat and ran out, crying like a baby.
Ash slipped his hand under Misty's legs and swooped her up in the old-fashioned. Both of them laughed out loud as roses were thrown onto the stage. Balancing Misty on one arm, Ash picked up one of the roses and slipped it into the folds of her hair, earning himself a kiss on the cheek.
"Wow, Misty," Ash said as her carried her onto his front porch, his jacket around her shoulders. "You were awesome!"
"I'm very protective of man," Misty said, giggling. She was feeling giddy and excited from the night she had just experienced.
"I'm very protective of my girl," Ash responded. He gently sat her down on the porch swing.
"Wasn't this the perfect night?" Misty asked with a romantic sigh. "Ooh, look at the stars!" she exclaimed. "They're so beautiful!"
"The stars can't compete with your eyes," Ash whispered.
"Ash?" Misty turned to look at him.
"7 years is a long time to know each other," his hand sneaked into his pocket, "and we've always been close." His fingers snatched up a tiny casket. "I know we're only 17," his hand pulled out of his pocket, "but…"
In one fluid motion, he slid off the swing, onto one knee and opened the casket. A beautiful sapphire sparkled on a pure silver band. "Will you consider being my bride?"
Misty gasped, her hand flying to her heart. "Ash…"
Then she burst into tears and flung herself on him, covering his face with kisses. "Yes! Yes, I will!"
That's how Delia found them in the morning, clasped in each other's arm on the front porch, the sapphire sparkling on Misty's finger.
Well, you like? You don't like? You want me to get rabies and die? You want me to be known as the greatest author of all time? Somewhere inbetween, probably?
Bare in mind that Ash/Misty have been a couple for three years, and friends for seven years, so don't think I pushed their relationship to fast, 'K?
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