Title: "Love is too banal"
Chapter one: "Lies and corny scripts"
Disclaimer: I don't own pokémon ok?
New story and again a romance/ humor one… Just hope you like it and have a good time reading it! And don't worry about my other stories, I'm working on them and I'll update them as soon as possible! Oh, just two warnings: first- the characters may be a bit OOC and I'm sorry for that… Second- I'm almost sure that in this story there will be no pokémons, so just think this as the real world with the pokémon characters (they never travelled together, etc) …
The background was fabulous: a fantastic, desert beach, with amazing golden sand that the calm waves caressed. The sunset painted the sky with warm colours and only the low murmur of the sea disturbed the peaceful scenario...
"Every time I look at you, I fall in love once again… You're now and forever a part of me… I love you with all my heart… Please marry me!" a young man with brown hair and deep, chocolate eyes, said passionately.
"Oh, my deepest dreams have come true! My one and truly love feels the same way! I'm so happy and… Oh god, this is so lame! Who wrote this piece of crap?!" a beautiful, but unkind, red head said abruptly.
"CUT!!! Not again Misty! You have to follow the script!!! Of course, I'm supposing you know what's a script, right?" the director, a men with spiky brown hair and tanned skin yelled furious.
"God Brock, this script sucks! I can't spit it out, it's just so corny!" Misty replied harshly.
"Then, I have to ask you again: why did you accept this role?" Brock sighed exasperated.
"Well, I'll have to answer the same thing: when I saw in the contract my payment, I didn't even bother to read the stupid role!" she informed, rolling her eyes.
"Hey Waterflower, I'm not exactly thrilled with this… Rubbish…" the other actor said when he looked at the script, laying in the director's chair " But at least I'm a great actor, capable of doing my role and making it sound at least bearable, instead of whining and complaining like you…" he added smugly.
"Well Gary, I comprehend why you're capable of such a remarkable thing: you have ME right by your side: you just have to look at my stunning features and you get all the inspiration you need… Me, on the other hand, have YOU to give me inspiration, so I'm sure you understand why I can't perform like you do…" Misty replied with an evil smile.
Gary went silent and frowned, sending Misty a death glare, only making her smile wider.
Brock tried to suppress his laughter, turning discreetly and covering his face with the script.
"Come on guys, take a break…" he finally managed to say, warning Misty with a simple look and then turning towards Gary, willing to calm him down.
"Brock wait! Can't you at least talk with the "person" that wrote this…Script? I can't even read this without feeling sick!" Misty complained.
"I'm busy Misty… Yes, because some of us DO work…" Brock replied sarcastically.
"That's easy for you to say! You don't have to read the… the… the things some people write! It's torture! I almost cry every time I have to look at the damn script!" Misty yelled offended.
Brock furrowed one eyebrow and glared her dangerously while Gary regained his composure and prepared to attack again…
"Come on Waterflower, grow up! I'm the one who suffers the most: imagine what's like to work with you every single day! And even worse: I actually have to pretend I love you!" Gary ended with a disgusted look in his face.
"You know Gary, if you really want to go out with me, that's not the way to tame my wild heart…" Misty replied grinning, while she passed by Gary and threw him the script. Right before she left the beach, she turned calmly and added, smiling wider: "And I'm sorry to inform you, but the gay-looking kind of guy isn't my type, so I think it will never work between the two of us…" and then she left, leaving in the air a trace of sweet perfume.
Brock and the whole crew burst into laughter while Gary kicked the sand and ripped the script in millions of tiny pieces.
"That bitch…" he mumbled under his breath while he watched her enter her super-expensive red car and leave.
"Wait Misty!!! Damn where is she going? We have to end filming this scene!" Brock yelled enraged, momentarily forgetting Gary's previous humiliation.
Gary looked at Brock with an annoyed face and quickly left the peaceful beach, taking off his shoes, letting the sand fall from them.
"You could try to phone her…" he said matter-of-factly.
"I would, if her phone wasn't in here…" Brock answered severely, pointing at a small cell phone in his right hand.
"Well, I sincerely couldn't care less…" Gary said distractedly while he opened his car's front door.
"And might I ask where are you going?!" Brock shrieked frantically.
"Humm… No…" Gary answered plainly, entering his car.
"I'M STILL THE DIRECTOR OF THIS FILM!!! I DEMAND TO KNOW WHERE YOU'RE GOING!!!" Brock yelled furious.
Gary opened his window and yelled while he drove away "Quite impressive, but I'm still not telling you… Mommy…" and then he was off with a smirk in his face, while the whole crew (except for Brock, obviously) laughed hysterically… Again.
"Hey Brock, I know where Gary's going…" Tracy, the special-effects technician said, still smirking.
"What…?" Brock asked distractedly.
"He's doing an interview in national TV about this movie…" Tracey informed.
"WHAT???" Brock yelled feverishly.
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"That's it! I'm gonna talk to the person who wrote this crap!"
Misty was tapping her fingers on the steering wheel, thinking how she would find whoever wrote the script…What if she was overreacting? Maybe the script wasn't THAT bad… God, who was she kidding? It was awful… The damn thing was cliché, banal, corny… It was surreal! No one would ever say that! SHE would never say that! And real life wasn't like that, with wonderful sunsets and excessively romantic love declarations…
Slight sorrow swept by Misty's eyes almost instantaneously, but she shrugged it off quickly.
Yes, she would talk to the girl (yes, the GIRL, because a guy couldn't possibly write such corny -god, she was repeating herself again- things…) who wrote the stupid script and make her realise how "unoriginal" her story was… Misty had her limits, and she wouldn't play such role! It was against her dignity! And who would like to see such a lame movie anyway?
"Probably Gary's hysterical fans…" Misty snorted.
She finally reached the headquarters of Imaginary Pictures (I just made that up so if it does exists… I don't own it! ^_^) and parked her car. She was sure she would find the writer, or at least a form to contact her and have a serious conversation with her…
"Try not to be too harsh Misty, or the girl mind end up crying…" she said to herself smiling.
She entered the building confidently and went to the reception, hoping to find useful information. She was told to wait in a meeting room in the first floor, while they tried to find the writer…
Misty agreed, and in a few minutes she was led into a large room with big windows, some comfy sofas and large table with a few chairs.
"At least she's here… I just hope she doesn't take too long…" Misty thought, while passing her fingers in the smooth surface of the black marble desk.
The low sound of footsteps interrupted her thoughts. She turned around in her chair, expecting a woman in her late thirties, with a tangled hair and messy clothes, ready to tell her millions of "very interesting" stories about her five cats or about her eight plants, with tears already showing their way down her cheeks, all because of her long childhood love that never returned her feelings... Or perhaps a young girl, about twenty years old, with fashionable but simple clothes, a naïve, sweet face, with a pair of glasses ingeniously placed to emphasize her innocent look, her little heart full of passion and stupid notions of feelings she barely understood… And that's why she sure was surprised when she saw a young man, about her age, with chaotic black hair and dark brown eyes full of determination…
"And quite good-looking…" Misty mentally added.
"I'm sorry but you're not supposed to be here… I'm going to meet someone in this room and I don't want to be disturbed…" Misty said as coolly as she could, when she finally caught her breath.
"Yeah, you're meeting the author of the script of 'Love at first sight'…" he answered simply.
Misty eyed him suspiciously and wrinkled her nose. Who was this guy?
"And you know that because…?" Misty asked, crossing her arms.
"Humm, because I'm the writer…?" the guy replied with a sly smile.
"Ah ah, quite funny boy… Now you go find something to do and stop hearing other people's conversations…" Misty warned impatiently.
His face turned dead serious and Misty frowned.
"What's your problem? I really don't have time for this… If you want an autograph just ask and then leave…" Misty sighed desperately.
"I really wrote the script…" he repeated with his deep voice.
"Oh yeah? Let's see then…" Misty said as she reached the script and started flicking the many pages "You wrote: 'When I saw him my heart…"
"Ceased its beating; I knew he would change my entire life with only one look or a simple smile…' Do I need to go on?" he asked smiling.
"Lucky guess! Humm… 'Her hair shone more brightly than the sun itself…"
"And her smile warmed my heart like a dazzling fire in the cold winter…" he ended smiling wider.
"His gentle hands…"
"Touched my cheeks, giving life to invisible butterflies in my stomach and vivid stars in my eyes…"
"His lips touched mine…"
"In a moment that no words could describe: it was the absolute pleasure where no one else but us existed…"
"Oh my god… It is you…" Misty mumbled surprised.
"Duuuh, in the script says that the author is Ash Ketchum… You would've saved a lot of work if you already knew my name…" he replied, furrowing one eyebrow.
"But… This isn't possible… How could you write this???" Misty stuttered shocked.
"I'm a sensitive guy that has no problems in showing his feelings…" Ash replied simply.
"Sorry, but there's a huge difference between being a sensitive GUY and being GAY… And you've crossed that line a long ago…" Misty said disapprovingly, with a sneaky smile.
Ash narrowed his eyes and answered furiously: "And there's a big difference between being unkind and being a bitch… And you too have crossed that line along ago…"
Misty's smile slipped and her cocky pose stiffened.
"What had he just called her???"
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"Hi everyone! This is May and today in 'Noon talk' we're interviewing the famous and very handsome superstar, Gary Oak!" a young woman with short brown hair and blue eyes said enthusiastically.
"Hi Gary and thank you for coming today!" she added smiling.
"You're welcome May, it's a pleasure to be here with you!" Gary replied automatically, adding a fake but convincing smile.
"So tell us Gary, what's going on with your recent film, 'Love at first sight'?" May asked grinning.
"Well, everything is just perfect: the director is a responsible, great professional, willing to hear us and help us in our roles…" Gary started, trying not to laugh and keep a straight face.
"The crew is outstanding: always there making our job easier and being as useful as they can…" he continued grinning.
"The script is unique and really romantic, a story that everyone can easily relate with, and will certainly love as I do…" Gary was now using all his strength not to laugh, but he couldn't help to smile wider at the lies he was saying.
"And what about your colleagues?" May asked curiously.
"We get along pretty well: I didn't know them personally in the beginning, but now they're my companions and even friends… They make this film even more motivating and funny… I'm really lucky to work with them…" he answered, his face starting to hurt from his inflated smile.
"And Misty Waterflower? What's like to work with her?" May asked, smiling deviously.
Gary's fake smile was replaced by a genuine one that lit up his face: he finally knew how to get his revenge…
"She's an amazing actress and my friend… Or at least that's all she is to me…" Gary said with an evil smile.
"Oh, now you have to tell us what you mean by that…" May quickly replied.
"I probably shouldn't be telling this, but I can't lie or hide things from anyone… Misty Waterflower is…" he paused, adding a few more suspense "she is in love with me… She herself has confessed her feelings a few days ago, and although I don't return them, I respect her and I tried not to push her away…" Gary ended triumphantly, hiding a huge grin and replacing it with a serious expression.
"So you're saying that the famous actress Misty Waterflower confessed that she fell in love with you?" May asked again, uncertain.
"Yes, she is madly in love with me…"
That's it!
Another new story…
Don't worry about the others, I'm working on them and I'll try to upload them (specially 'Broken Memories' since I haven't update it for so long…) as soon as possible!
Anyway, I hope you like this new story and review it!
Cosmik
