Disclaimer: I definitely DO NOT own Pokemon! Or Ash and Misty! If I did, I would have had them make Ash and Misty get together a LONGGGG time ago:) Also, I don't own pickles. None... But I wish I did :D

Almost

A soft green meadow was a few miles away from the Ketchum household. The comfy grass ruffled as the wind blew mildly. The sky was an everlasting baby blue, and the puffy white clouds drifted slowly past the sun. The temperature wasn't too hot, nor the wind too cold. It was the perfect spot for two best friends to relax and enjoy the day together.

Ash looked over at Misty, who was eating dill pickles. He couldn't help notice how her lips formed the shape of an 'O' as she took her bites. The red-headed girl was sitting under a tree for shade while the young master-to-be layed in a spot where the sun always shined.

Misty took notice of his gaze on her and smiled, taking another small bite. The boy stood up and sat down beside her beneath the tree. He looked handsome, she thought, as he had grown up since their childhood days. He gained muscles everywhere you looked, but still wore a trademark hat.

The hot-tempered girl had filled out, too, gaining curves she hoped he liked and would take notice of. Her hair had gotten longer and was now down all the time instead of in her signature side ponytail.

"You know," Ash started as he looked into her turquoise eyes. "You're breath is going to smell really bad after you eat all of those ranky pickles."

"Shut up!" She hit him hard on the arm, wishing she had her mallet still with her.

She continued eating her pickles, savoring each bite. Ash glanced at the pickle in her hand, never taking his eyes off of it. He had to admit that it looked good and licked his lips, wanting just a bite. This didn't go unnoticed by Misty, however.

"You want one?" She took her pickle with both hands, eating it slowly, wanting to tease him.

"It looks like you're making out with it," He chuckled as she shot him a death glare.

"Oh, please! You just wish you were the pickle!," As soon as the words came out of her mouth, he blushed.

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

"Do not!"

"Do too!"

Neither realised that with each retort, they got closer to each other. They were face to face, still arguing and sitting in front of the tree, when Ash grasped the scene he was in. At that moment, he could have taken the pickles away from her to enjoy for himself...or kissed her.

The arguing had stopped and the only noise was the from the wind, blowing Misty's hair around. Ash closed his eyes and leaned in, deciding for some odd reason to go for the latter of his choices. Misty couldn't comprehend what was happening, but her body took control of her actions as she leaned in as well. They knew they were only seconds away from their first kiss.

"Hey guys! Um, did I interrupt something?" Brock, who was like the raven-haired boy's older brother and hsi traveling companion for years, stood in front of them with a shocked expression on his face.

The young master-to-be chuckled nervously, shaking his head. The firery redhead could only blush and scooted away from her long-time crush.

Ash almost got that pickle...almost had his first kiss...and almost forgot entirely that Misty was supposed to be a friend. But why did he almost want her to be something more?

A/N: I really hoped you liked it:) Thanks for reading! I should have the next one up tomorrow or the day after:)