I can't seem to get a full AAML story done, but I do have several ideas floating around in my head that I wanted to get out, and here they are. Perhaps at some point I'll include one or more of the following mini drabbles in a full length story - ah, such a dream! Enjoy yourselves, fellow followers of AAML. (High rating 'cause of a few choice words. Better to be safe than sorry.)

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the following: Pokemon, Mindless Self Indulgence (or any of their songs), Youtube, Reese's Pieces, Azumanga Daioh, or Ouran High School Host Club. This probably means that I don't have a life and need to get out more. I could be wrong, however.

Conversations 1

"You did what to who for how many Ho-Ohs?"

"…"

"What?"

"…really, Ash?"

"It was the best I could come up with at the time."

"So that's your excuse, then?"

"It's not an excuse! It really was the only thing I could think of. At the time."

Misty glanced at Ash skeptically. "You know what that says about your imagination, don't you?"

Ash heaved a sigh, crossing his eyes momentarily. "No, Misty. Why don't you tell me?"

She grinned impishly. "Don't wanna."

"Mistyyyy!" Ash groaned. "Then why'd you bring it up?"

Pikachu chose that moment to wander through the room, sporting a silver link chain and a black cap placed backwards on his head, uttering, "Pika pi chu. (Rock the projects.)" He then stopped, raised up on his haunches, gave a peace sign with his right front paw, then sauntered out of the room.

"…"

"…"

"I told you to stop letting Pikachu watch those YouTube videos."

"I know, I know."

"And if I catch him trying to teach Togepi how to say 'Bitches love me,' you're going to get such a pinch."

"Er, okay?"

"You're not gonna like where I pinch you, either."

"…zoinks."

Temper, Temper

"That hair-trigger temper of yours leaves a lot to be desired."

"I wouldn't have a hair-trigger temper if you'd quit doing stupid things that set me off!"

Ash made a tsk-ing sound. "See? That's exactly what I'm talking about."

Misty put her face in her palms, groaning. She didn't know if she should just scream in frustration or proceed straight to tearing her hair out. Peeking through her fingers, she glanced at the boy sitting across from her. Ash was leaning back in his chair, arms crossed, with a smug grin on his face. Misty began to laugh, unable to help herself.

"Ketchum, you'll be the death of me yet."

Voiceless

"What's that, Mist? I can't hear you."

You rotten sneak – you know I lost my voice and can't talk!

"You'll have to speak up now, or forever hold your Reese's Pieces."

Swallowing a soundless chuckle, Misty glared at Ash and spread her hands. Does it look like I'm holding any Reese's Pieces?

Ash grinned cheekily. "You didn't speak up," he said in a sing-song.

The voiceless water Pokémon trainer threw up her hands in disgust. You're impossible!

"I know."

How's My Driving?

"…"

"We're here, Ash, so you can let go of the dashboard."

"…did we make it in one piece? I'm too afraid to look."

"Hardy har har. Are you trying to say something about my driving abilities, Ketchum?"

"Let's just say you might want to consider a career change from water Pokémon trainer to race car driver."

"Now you're being silly."

"Am I? I wasn't the one who took that turn at sixty miles an hour."

Misty shrugged. "I like to drive fast. Nothing wrong with that."

"Really." Ash snorted. "You might also think about NOT watching Azumanga Daioh before we have to drive somewhere."

Misty blinked. "Why?"

"I just don't think it's part of proper driving etiquette to yell out the window 'Losers! Losers!' to people who are actually driving the speed limit. How you managed not to get a ticket is beyond me."

"Well…maybe you have a point."

"Not to mention it unnerves me every time we get in the car that you just have to say 'Yukari-mobile, GO!'"

"All right, already! Yeesh."

Conversations 2

"Way to go, Romeo."

"Romeo who? You know I don't read those trashy romance novels you're so into, Misty."

"You're such a dork brain, Ash!" Misty laughed. "Romeo and Juliet is classic literature – a love story for the ages! Besides," she continued, cocking an eyebrow, "how would you know if those romance novels I read are trashy or not?"

"I flipped through one of 'em once. While it was highly educational in some parts, most of it was bo-ring. Guy meets girl, they fall in love, they have a falling out, they get together in the end anyways. It's always the same old formula," Ash explained loftily.

"Uh-huh. You sure you just 'flipped through' one once?"

"Well…I might have read most of one – one! – at some point. I wanted to see what you found so interesting about 'em."

"I'll be the first to admit that those stories aren't really based in reality, but that's the whole point. Women read romance novels to satisfy their inner romantic cravings."

Ash looked skeptical. "I thought that's what chocolate and chick flicks were for."

"Tsk. You've got a lot to learn about how women think, Ash m'boy."

"Why would I want to? It's enough to know that you guys are unpredictable and more than a little crazy. What else do I need to know?"

Misty grinned wickedly. "Now there's a question that's just begging to be answered literally, with lots of examples thrown in for good measure." Misty's face took on a sultry, teasing look. "However, I'll restrain myself at this time, since we're having such an interesting conversation."

"Gee, thanks…I think." Ash scowled. "Why do I have this sinking feeling that you're teasing me and I don't know it?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Right. I'm calling shenanigans."

Host Club Hijinks

~* What if Ash saw Misty like Tamaki sees Haruhi? *~

"There's my darling daughter!"

*WHAP!*

"I am NOT your darling daughter!"

"Mom, Misty is being rebellious!"

"Just because I wear an apron occasionally doesn't mean you can call me Mom."

(A/N: Betcha can't guess who said the last line... xD )

Now for some non-conversational story blurbs:

One-sided love can be a dangerous thing. Living with bottled up emotions, day after day, starts to add up after a while; however, sometimes a girl has to weigh the risks against the potential rewards. My name is Misty Kasumi Waterflower, and this is my story.

Nobody seemed to realize how tough a job Misty had travelling with two guys. She constantly had to be the balance – one hand firmly grasping Brock's ear as he indulged in his latest round of indiscriminate flirting, and her other hand wielding her trusty mallet, which happened to be her best method of keeping Ash Ketchum's ego in line.

It was tiring, to say the least.

Sensible. That's generally how Misty saw herself – sensible and down to earth. She could admit to herself that she wasn't always logical – she had a romantic streak just like other girls her age, for instance – but she knew she could be counted on not to lose her head during a crisis.

Good ol' sensible Misty K. Waterflower, that was her.

So why did she manage to almost always misplace the sensible part of her nature when it came to Ash Ketchum?

Ash wasn't one to contemplate deeply upon himself, but he knew he could be described as outgoing.

…okay, so maybe headstrong and volatile would be more accurate, but why split hairs?

He lived for the moment. Especially moments full of adventure and companionship. There was nothing better to him than striking out on an unexplored road, on the way to whatever adventure awaited round the next bend. Battles, badges and Pokémon were all that Ash needed to be fulfilled…or so he thought.

...and that's all she wrote! Ideas, suggestions, and comments are welcome. ^_^