Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.
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2 a.m.
It started with a high, buzzing sound against the hard wood of the bedside table. She buried her face deep into the pillow, deciding to ignore the noise that had pulled her out of her slumber. But apparently it wasn't enough for the device to just vibrate, because soon enough a ringing sound started piercing through the dark bedroom, making her groan and finally pull herself up to answer the godforsaken thing that was her cell phone.
She flipped the thing open, not even able to open an eye and see who was interrupting her goodnight sleep, and muttered a hoarse, "hello?"
"Misty!"
At the sound of that voice, cheerful and husky and maybe lower than she remembered it, she let her head drop back down to the pillow without a second of thought.
"Do you have any idea what time it is, Ash?" she said, not even knowing the answer herself, but sure it was probably something ungodly.
"Ten? Ten fifteen?" he said innocently, as only he could. She freed one of her eyes from between the pillows and opened it just for a fraction, getting a glimpse of the digital clock by her bedside with the bright, red numbers that said anything but 10:00 p.m.
"It's two in the morning!" she moaned into the device in her ear, shifting to the side and rubbing her eyes single-handedly to no avail; they still refused to open for more than half a second. "Time difference, Ash. We've been through this."
"I'm sorry!" he apologized, and her head was still too fuzzy to know if he meant it.
"Yeah, sure," she said, her attempts at trying to open her eyes forgotten.
"Hey, I mean it. I just forget you're so far away sometimes, alright?"
"Well, remember it then," she said, her voice trailing off into a yawn. "Why are you calling anyway?"
"Well…" he started, and took a pause long enough to irritate her.
"Well?"
"I'm not really across the globe anymore, actually," the words from the other end of the line made her frown, and she didn't know if she was even processing them correctly anymore.
"What?"
"It's two in the morning, I'm standing outside Cerulean City's Gym, and I'm literally turning into a popsicle." For the first time that night, Misty opened her eyes instantly and sat up on her bed as if an electric current had shocked her. "Can you open the door, please?"
Sleepy was the last thing she felt right then.
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Word count: 415.
I'm back with more AAML-ness! YAY! This prompt was inspired by 64damn_prompts at LJ. If anyone has any suggestions to use as prompts, they are really, really welcome! I'm going to keep this set under 500 words each. Sounds good? :)
