Sorry this is so late, and I know it's not Pokéshipping Day anymore.
And it's my favorite shipping. ~mental facepalm~ but here it is, a little piece I wrote on lunch break at school...
I hope it's better than my memory!
"Hey Brock?" Ash asked his friend. He was reluctant to do this but desperate times called for desperate measures. "Can I talk to you? See, I have to tell Misty some-"
"Say no more!" the taller boy exclaimed. "I know exactly how you feel!"
"You...do?" Ash asked, bewildered. How could Brock have possibly known...
"Yes, yes, very well! I will advise you in these matters as a true expert! First of all, why don't you get her a flower?"
Ash's eyes lit up. "A flower? Gee, that's a great idea! Thanks, Brock!" He ran off to find a flower to pick.
Misty took a deep breath as she approached Ash.
"Hey, Ash? I have to tell you something."
Ash stammered. "A-actually, I have something to say, you know, to you too."
Misty looked up in anticipation. Ash was holding a single daisy. Was it possible...?
"Really? You first then."
"O-okay. Promise not to kill me for this?" Ash gulped. This might not end well for him.
"Promise." Misty agreed.
Ash took a deep breath to calm his nerves.
"Well, you see, it really hurts when you mallet me, and I thought, could you maybe stop doing it if I gave you a flower to hit me with instead?"
Misty saw red then. "You... WHAT?" She shouted, a starburst appearing over her forehead.
"I thought getting hit with a flower would hurt less, because Brock told me to get you a flower..."
"...ASH KETCHUM YOU HAD BETTER RUN OR YOU WON'T SURVIVE THIS ONE!" She grabbed the daisy, beating him over the head with it repeatedly, chasing him around the campground.
Ash had never thought daisies could hurt that badly.
Brock deadpanned, watching the pair.
That wasn't what he would have done with a pretty girl and a flower.
But then again, he usually came out of it mostly alive.
Unlike Ash.
C'est la vie...
I hope you liked it! And I'm so sorry I forgot!
HAPPY POKÉSHIPPING DAY FROM MEAGAN, MISTY, AND FLAME!
