The Year of the Ships- Part 1
A/N- Happy new year! As my resolution, I am going to write one shipping one-shot for every week of the year! Some will be short, 1000 words or less. Others will be ridiculously long, up to 6000 words. Now, first off... Pokeshipping! Next time will be Rocketshipping, then Contestshipping.
Enjoy!
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Misty paced the Cerulean Gym, glancing nervously at the clock every few minutes. He said he'd be here by 5!
The clock struck 5:30, and Misty sighed angrily. Where was he? She'd waited all year for this, closed the gym, and then he refused to show up. Why?
A knock at the door struck her out of her angry thoughts, and she strode over to it, flinging it open with an angry growl.
"Ash Ketchum! You are..." She trailed off when she saw hit state. His signature hat had been singed, and his clothes were covered in dirt, and... Was that oil? "You're... Filthy! What happened?" She demanded, leading him in.
Ash shrugged. "Ya know. Team Rocket tried to get Pikachu. Again." He said, annoyed.
Misty gaped. "They're still following you?" She asked, incredulous. He nodded.
"All through Kalos." He said. "I'm fine, though, and they blasted off, so no harm done." He said. Pikachu jumped into Misty's arms, and she began to pet him absentmindedly.
"Uh... I have some spare clothes if you..." She trailed off, but Ash just shook his head.
"Mom packed me an extra set of clothes." He said. "Do you have somewhere for me to change?" He asked.
"Oh! Uh, yes, follow me." She said, leading him farther into the gym. She pushed him into the spare guest room. "There's a shower in the corner if you want one!" She yelled through the door.
Five minutes later, Ash emerged from the room wearing a black tee and some jeans. He looked at Misty.
"So... I believe you said Brock would be here to make some food." He said, his excitement at the thought of his best friends cooking lingering in his voice.
Misty shrugged sadly. "He couldn't make it. I can cook too, though!" She said. Ash held up his hands defensively.
"I never said you couldn't!" He said quickly. Misty just growled, putting her mallet back in her pocket.
"Alright... Let's just go make some food." She said, leading Ash into the gyms spacious kitchen.
Twenty minutes and ten ruined meals later, a very ashy Ash emerged from the smoking kitchen, holding a peanut butter and jelly sandwich. Misty followed, glaring daggers at the black haired boy.
"You caused a fire with a sandwich." She growled. "Again, Ash, you defy the laws of physics in order to cause mayhem. Honestly, you are sometimes worse than Team Rocket!" She yelled angrily.
Ash grinned at her sheepishly. "Sorry 'bout that..." He said, holding out his blackened hand, which held a previously hidden plate. "I did manage to save this, though." He said, offering it to her.
It was a bowl of ice cream. Misty gasped. "Ice cream?" She asked. Ash nodded.
"It was the only thing that didn't catch on fire, melt, or inexplicably combust." He said sheepishly. "Other than my sandwich, of course." He motioned towards the small sandwich in his other hand.
"Er... Thanks, Ash." She said, giving him a smile. He smiled back.
"No prob. Now, shall we go watch some TV?" He asked. Misty nodded.
"Let's go!"
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A/N- Yes, it was short. Yes, it was sort of boring. Yes, it was a horrible way to start off a one-shot series. Do I care? Not really.
I'm going to make it up to you by making another PS one-shot later, but for now, this is it. Sorry if I let you down, but I wanted something sweet and fluffy, and the idea of Ash saving a bowl of ice cream from a fire so Misty could have her favorite dessert wouldn't leave my mind.
See you next week!
~Stylized Keyboard