Just some things stuck in my head. I'll probably add some more if ideas come to mind or if someone suggests anything.

I don't own Pokémon.

Things Are Just a Game

I used to be pretty good at lying. I lied about little things, but they just covered the big things. I was an expert. I usually just brushed things off with a joke, or a fake expression of confusion, making my escape quick and painless. Occasionally, people pressed on the issue. I would skillfully turn the conversation about them without them even noticing. They usually wouldn't question it; they didn't care much anyway.

With a combination of smirks and smiles, I tricked everybody. Pretty good, I would say. Everybody thought I was a happy, boyish redhead that had a temper that ignited with a blast. I was proud. Proud that I had a talent, although not a positive one. I knew I shouldn't be, but for a few moments I was.

Sometimes, I wished people would've pestered me more. I would've had a breaking point and let everything out. My parents were gone, and my sisters couldn't care less about me. I didn't blame them. We weren't close at all.

I could've left home without anyone missing me. I just didn't have the guts to leave. I wouldn't have anyone to turn to, or a place to call home, if you can call my house a decent home. I was always alone. My sisters were either away in their soon-to-be ex-boyfriend's house or on a modeling job across the globe. I never could tag along. I was the runt and couldn't flirt if my life depended on it. My sisters however, were an entirely different story. We didn't look or act the same. They had an accent I never quite had. It was weird. I could be adopted. I never knew my parents. Oh well.

I used to think living was just a silly game everyone was supposed to play. People said you can never compare life to a game, but I did. I thought at the end of the game, you could never win. There was always a game over. There was never a sense of accomplishment or a prize. You just… lose.

Anyway, this is all past tense for a reason. It all changed. My ideas, my thoughts, my lies. All of it. A whole person's life, my life, changed because of Ash. At first, we fought a lot. Maybe it's just my natural instinct of protection. Most of the time, I kept an argument long enough, just so the person would give up and leave. That didn't happen to him. He was determined. I don't know why, but he was.

We met when he accidently bumped into me at a park I liked going to. I wasn't paying attention much, and neither was he. Our thoughts always seem to drift sometime. Especially me when I'm near some water. For some reason, I have a bond with water.

A fountain was at the park. I always liked walking towards it and dropping a penny, making an impossible wish just because I needed some fake hope. The ripples the coin made as it entered the water was beautiful. It kept my mind off of the things that were happening. There was a park I used to play in till it got dark when I was younger. I never played with anyone, but I loved swinging in the swings. It was part of my childhood. A lonely childhood, but a childhood nonetheless. Being alive is better than being dead so might as well live a little right? Ha.

Getting off topic. Sorry. So Ash and I bonded over the countless battles of the wits. Most of the time he was the loser, but there was a rare moment when he won. We were inseparable. His mother was like my surrogate mom. A perfect family that I can be a part of.

I didn't even notice I was beginning to like him. I finally realized when I saw him talking to a different girl. I weird feeling I haven't felt before stirred up inside me. It wasn't pleasant, but we were best friends and nothing more right? Right. Well, at least that's what I told myself.

When he asked me out, I was really surprised. The "best friends and nothing more" junk was out the door. I stuttered a yes and Ash yelled in excitement. I just smiled. It was a start of a long journey.

I realized I changed after I met him. No more lying and fake smiles. Genuine laughs and playful smirks replaced them. I didn't have to lie anymore. Not with Ash anyway. He knows everything. If I tell him stuff, he wouldn't tell anyone and would just listen. I liked that about him. My free, personal therapist I would like to think.

Today, we're still going strong. I left my old house and moved into an apartment with him. It's nice and cozy. Not too small, not too big. It's just right. Like my life right now. Ash and I still fight, but it's more of a lighthearted teasing. It's just our way to interact with each other. It's simple. And isn't simplicity the thing in life?

I'm so proud. I'll still finish All is Forgiven, But not Forgotten. I just needed to write this out before I forgot. Sorry about any mistakes. Let's say Misty has bad grammar and typing skills. ;D LIOT. XD