Some of this is my friend MIONEPOTTER14 'S writing.check out her stories
too!!
Disclaimer: We don't own Pokemon anything.. KAY????
"Ring, ring, ring! Ring, ring, ring! Phone Call! Phone Call!" Her heart
leapt..maybe it was..him. *He promised to call in his last letter.* she
thought. She ran to the phone and snatched it up, hoping that her beloved was
on the other line.
"Hello?" she said tentatively into the receiver.
"Misty?" Misty Kasumi Waterflower, 21 years old, tried to contain her
excitement as she realized whose voice it was.
"Hi Ash!" She exclaimed cheerfully, a little too cheerfully. "How are you??
It's so good to hear your voice!!"
"Same here," Ash Ketchum, 20, responded warmly. "Um..Mist, I was
kinda wondering something."
"What..Mr. Pokemon Master?" she asked happily, using the old
nickname as a term of endearment. How many years had she imagined hearing
his voice, the famous Pokemon trainer who she thought she'd never hear from
again?
"Well are you doing anything this week?? 'Cause I was kinda wondering if
you wanted to....to..to hang out. I'm passing through Cerulean City on my
way to a Pokemon tournament. I wanted to know if you want to..um..hang
out, and maybe come with to the tournament," he finished lamely.
"Sure!" Misty squealed gleefully. "It's been at least three years since
we've seen one another." She was in such a blissful state of ignorance she never
thought about him having a girlfriend already. *Get ready, Ash. I'm going to
blow you away.* She thought, her mind already racing.
"How about I meet you at your gym on Friday? I should be there by
then. And I'll call you if I have to come later 'kay?" Ash stated, with a hint of
question in his voice.
"Works for me. See you then Ash. Bye!" Misty said without hesitation.
She gently replaced the phone on the hook and stared at it for several minutes.
*Ohmigosh! Ash will be here in three days. I gotta start cleaning up the
house!* Misty thought suddenly. Then it hit her. She stopped in mid- footstep
and sat down.hard. "What if he has a girlfriend already?" she breathed. Since
she was twelve, she'd harbored this secret crush on him, for so many years she'd
entertained the fantasy that he would someday be hers.
Misty a paced around the house, ringing her hands. She'd gotten very
little sleep the previous night..waiting, worrying. Now the time was upon her.
The moment she had been waiting for, for what seemed like forever. Suddenly
the doorbell cut throught the pounding silence. She jumped a foot in the air at
the sudden noise, and ran to answer the door. Flinging it open, she screamed
and hugged Ash.
"What the HELL are you doing, Waterflower?" screamed an unfamiliar
voice.
She recoiled and shrieked in horror. "RITCHIE????" Ritchie was gay and mortally afraid of women so he backed up quickly.
"Umm..is....is Ash here yet?" he questioned, looking above her head.
Just the Ash's car pulled up. Both Misty and Ritchie squealed and ran
over to it.
"Hi Ash!" Misty exclaimed, this time, hugging the right guy. Ash was startled, but quickly relaxed into an embrace. She shut her eyes
and let the feel of his arms around her overcome her. Then it was over. Ash pulled back awkwardly, realizing what he'd done. Finally, he noticed
Ritchie. "Hey, dude!" Ritchie said enthusiastically. "Dude??" Ash said cocking one eyebrow. "'Tever. Hey, how ya doin'?" Ritchie was disappointed that he didn't get a hug, too. "Peachy," he said,
glancing around again. "Shouldn't we get going to the tournament?" "Yeah," said Ash, and Ritchie got into his brown squat little vehicle and
began to drive away. Ash caught Misty's gaze. "So, how are you?" he asked. His brown eyes
regarded her steadily, and suddenly she felt unnerved, and was at a loss for
words. "I'm..good. How about you?" she asked, shifting uncomfortably. At this
rate, he'd fall for her in the next ten years. "Fairly well. But I've missed you!" He couldn't help it; he hugged her
again, but pulled away very quickly.
Blushing, they both started talking at once. "Maybe we should-" "Ash, can I-" "Oops! Sorry Mist!" He said giving her one of his quick grins. Misty had to smile. The grin always brought her back to the good old
days. "'S my fault. You go first." She said. "We should probably get ready to go to the tournament." "Yea, you right. C'mon" Misty started heading towards the house to grab
her stuff. Ash stopped her by grabbing her arm. "What were you gonna say?" He
asked curiously. "Oh..um..I forgot....maybe I'll remember later. C'mon you'll be late."
Misty replied gawkily, flushing the color of her flaming hair. "Okay. Let's go." Ash replied cheerfully.
leapt..maybe it was..him. *He promised to call in his last letter.* she
thought. She ran to the phone and snatched it up, hoping that her beloved was
on the other line.
"Hello?" she said tentatively into the receiver.
"Misty?" Misty Kasumi Waterflower, 21 years old, tried to contain her
excitement as she realized whose voice it was.
"Hi Ash!" She exclaimed cheerfully, a little too cheerfully. "How are you??
It's so good to hear your voice!!"
"Same here," Ash Ketchum, 20, responded warmly. "Um..Mist, I was
kinda wondering something."
"What..Mr. Pokemon Master?" she asked happily, using the old
nickname as a term of endearment. How many years had she imagined hearing
his voice, the famous Pokemon trainer who she thought she'd never hear from
again?
"Well are you doing anything this week?? 'Cause I was kinda wondering if
you wanted to....to..to hang out. I'm passing through Cerulean City on my
way to a Pokemon tournament. I wanted to know if you want to..um..hang
out, and maybe come with to the tournament," he finished lamely.
"Sure!" Misty squealed gleefully. "It's been at least three years since
we've seen one another." She was in such a blissful state of ignorance she never
thought about him having a girlfriend already. *Get ready, Ash. I'm going to
blow you away.* She thought, her mind already racing.
"How about I meet you at your gym on Friday? I should be there by
then. And I'll call you if I have to come later 'kay?" Ash stated, with a hint of
question in his voice.
"Works for me. See you then Ash. Bye!" Misty said without hesitation.
She gently replaced the phone on the hook and stared at it for several minutes.
*Ohmigosh! Ash will be here in three days. I gotta start cleaning up the
house!* Misty thought suddenly. Then it hit her. She stopped in mid- footstep
and sat down.hard. "What if he has a girlfriend already?" she breathed. Since
she was twelve, she'd harbored this secret crush on him, for so many years she'd
entertained the fantasy that he would someday be hers.
Misty a paced around the house, ringing her hands. She'd gotten very
little sleep the previous night..waiting, worrying. Now the time was upon her.
The moment she had been waiting for, for what seemed like forever. Suddenly
the doorbell cut throught the pounding silence. She jumped a foot in the air at
the sudden noise, and ran to answer the door. Flinging it open, she screamed
and hugged Ash.
"What the HELL are you doing, Waterflower?" screamed an unfamiliar
voice.
She recoiled and shrieked in horror. "RITCHIE????" Ritchie was gay and mortally afraid of women so he backed up quickly.
"Umm..is....is Ash here yet?" he questioned, looking above her head.
Just the Ash's car pulled up. Both Misty and Ritchie squealed and ran
over to it.
"Hi Ash!" Misty exclaimed, this time, hugging the right guy. Ash was startled, but quickly relaxed into an embrace. She shut her eyes
and let the feel of his arms around her overcome her. Then it was over. Ash pulled back awkwardly, realizing what he'd done. Finally, he noticed
Ritchie. "Hey, dude!" Ritchie said enthusiastically. "Dude??" Ash said cocking one eyebrow. "'Tever. Hey, how ya doin'?" Ritchie was disappointed that he didn't get a hug, too. "Peachy," he said,
glancing around again. "Shouldn't we get going to the tournament?" "Yeah," said Ash, and Ritchie got into his brown squat little vehicle and
began to drive away. Ash caught Misty's gaze. "So, how are you?" he asked. His brown eyes
regarded her steadily, and suddenly she felt unnerved, and was at a loss for
words. "I'm..good. How about you?" she asked, shifting uncomfortably. At this
rate, he'd fall for her in the next ten years. "Fairly well. But I've missed you!" He couldn't help it; he hugged her
again, but pulled away very quickly.
Blushing, they both started talking at once. "Maybe we should-" "Ash, can I-" "Oops! Sorry Mist!" He said giving her one of his quick grins. Misty had to smile. The grin always brought her back to the good old
days. "'S my fault. You go first." She said. "We should probably get ready to go to the tournament." "Yea, you right. C'mon" Misty started heading towards the house to grab
her stuff. Ash stopped her by grabbing her arm. "What were you gonna say?" He
asked curiously. "Oh..um..I forgot....maybe I'll remember later. C'mon you'll be late."
Misty replied gawkily, flushing the color of her flaming hair. "Okay. Let's go." Ash replied cheerfully.