Alrighty, here we go. First time I've written since Seven Minutes in Heaven. Let's hope this goes over well :)

He left me…how could he, what did I do… thoughts like this swirled in my head as I swirled my 3rd or 4th Cuba Libre. I was so heart broken, I really thought this guy would be different. He didn't bs me like every other guy did, his words were SO sincere. I'm so stupid how could I believe him? Ugh, this drink is empty…

"Hey bartender…hit me again!" I realized how drunk I sounded, eff it I don't care, why should I care? No one else does. I mean Caleb left me, Nick left me, and now Devon…and let's not forget him. He still pains my thoughts, and its been about 10 years now since I've last seen him. Ash, I'm sure he's a master by now. Settled down with a family and Pikachu playing with the little ones, I started to cry thinking about how I left him behind…well we left each other…

"Ash…the gym really needs me to go back…" I said to him.

"Oh…I mean…I guess you havta go right?" his eyes dropped away from my face.

"I mean, I guess so…unless you really don't want me to go…" I also looked at the floor.

"No…no…you need to go…the…the gym needs you more then I do" my heart broke when I heard him say that.

"Are…are you sure? I could stay if you needed me to…"please Ash, just tell me you want me to stay.

"Yeah Misty…you need to go…the gym…" He looked like he was going to be sick.

"Oh…okay I guess…I mean if you're sure…"

"Yeah Misty…you need to go…"

"Alright…"

I went to turn away from him but I couldn't move, I was frozen. He and I looked at each other, one single tear fell from his eyes, that was all it took. I lost it, I started hysterically crying. I threw myself into his arms and he just held me, he didn't say a word or move a muscle. I don't know how much time had passed before I got dizzy from crying, but when it hit me I pushed myself away from him and ran back to the pokemon center to get my things, and left.

Just then a cold gush of air hit my back; someone had opened the door behind me into the bar. I felt someone flop down onto the stool next to me and ask for a grasshopper. The voice sounded strangely familiar, I was to drunk and cold to pick my head up.

"Hey man, how's it going?" the bartender said to the person sitting next to me.

"Eh, its been better. Me and the girlfriend got into it pretty bad today." The voice said.

"Oh? What about this time?"

"You know, the usual. "Just because you're famous doesn't mean you can live like a slob!" That kinda bs she's always dishing out."

"Ah man, you gotta love women!"

"Haha yeah."

"They're always the same, don't do this, don't do that, how dare you, im sorry kiss me!"

"Haha very true, there was only one girl I knew who was different."

"Oh? And who's this?"

"An old friend I havn't seen in years, she had such red hair, kinda like this drunk broad's"

I had heard enough.

"Excuuuuuuse me, Mr.-I'm-all-that-anna-baga-chips! I am NOT drunk!" and to back up my outstanding argument, I fell off my chair. They both laughed at me. Then Mr. Famous helped me up.

"Mi-Misty?"

"You know this drunk? She's been here for weeks drinking her troubles away."

"Yeah…this is that other girl I was talking to you about" I started to get sleepy.

"C'mon Mist, lemme take you home."

"I don't think so mister, I don't wanna…" my voice trailed off as I blacked out.

Big thanks to my bestie tessa :]

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