Disclaimer: This is just what I thought Misty was thinking at the time, I do not own Pokemon in any way shape or form.
Misty sat on the banks of the river, her fishing pole in her hand and the line trailing in the downstream. She was hoping to land anything at this point, having been out there all morning, and was starting to get a bit hungry.
The river was far enough away from the forest, giving her a sense of comfort, just enough to try to eat something without having to worry about any of the bugs that resided there coming to try to steal any of her fruits and veggies.
It was then that she felt a tug at her line.
'Every time.'
She stood immediately and pulled at the pole, what came with the hook at the end was a complete surprise. Somehow she had hooked a guy, and it wasn't even in a way she normally did. Although he wasn't exactly bad looking at first glance, it was the yellow pokemon in his arms that caused her to ignore any feeling she might have had towards him.
The small pokemon was hurt badly and her heart went out to the little thing. She was immediately angry with the young trainer for his mistreatment of such a tiny creature. To make matters worse, he jacked her bike trying to get it to the Poke Center in the next town.
She rushed after him in an attempt to get it back, but was too late to recover the only thing that allowed her to travel from home to anywhere else in the Indigo Region quickly. She would never forgive this Ash Ketchum for destroying her bike until he bought her a new one, even if it meant following him around endlessly until he was able to afford one.
(AN: Please R&R first time writing for this fandom.)