The Bike
By: Jessica R Vance
Dedication: You asked for it, Rainflower. Here it is. I *swore* I wouldn't do an AAMRN, but here it is, just because you asked for it. This is my one and only Gakishippy fic. Enjoy!
Summary: It's from Misty's POV, I usually write from the girls' POVs. Misty thinks about her bike, Ash, and what they have in common.
Disclaimer: Do I want any of these characters? No. Did I create them? No. There you have it.
Rating: Aw, what the hey. G.
**The Bike**
I loved that bike.
It was a birthday present from my sisters. The one thing that they had actually given to me, new, before anyone or anything but them had touched it. It was perfect.
Ash stole it.
It made me so mad at first! Here this kid was, a newbie Pokemon trainer, and he just thinks he can come along and use my bike to take his stinking Pikachu to the Pokemon Center.
At least he took care of it.
He's a good trainer, really. People give him all sorts of crap about being a bad trainer, but he's really not. I don't know why I felt like saying that; maybe just to set the record straight.
Actually, Ash is a lot like my bike.
It's ironic. He stole it, and he's so much like it... I first met him when he was first going out and being a trainer, with big dreams, and not a clue as to what to do. And when I first got my bike, I didn't know what to do with it. Didn't know how to ride it, ya know? And I didn't know what to do with him when I met him, either. He was just so different. I had never met anyone like him. But what did I do? I yelled at him.
Over what?
A bike.
A stupid bike! But it gives me an excuse to follow him around. "I want my bike back!"? Yeah, right. I want *you*.
No, OK, wait, yeah. Agh! OK, I want to love him, but I don't want to... this is so confusing.
Why me? Of all the lakes in the world, he had to fall into the one I was fishing in. Fishing... I caught him. Now there's a thought. Wonder if I could put him in a Pokéball... Naw, probably not.
What makes me like him, anyway? I don't know! He loves his Pokémon, not me. I mean, he cares about me, as far as I know, but there's probably no way he could ever fall in love with me. I'm *way* too mean to him. And I judge him unfairly a lot, too. I'm too hard on him.
So I should start being nicer to him. Maybe that'll clue him in as to how I feel. Because as of now, I think he's pretty muchly clueless. So that's what I need to do... someday...
**The End**
OK, so it's not my best work ever. It was just something I did because Rainflower requested a Gakishippy fic. ::shrugs:: If you're going to flame, tell me what I did wrong. Don't just say "That sucked." and move on. Tell me how I could make it better; I'm always looking to improve. ^_^ Thankies!
By: Jessica R Vance
Dedication: You asked for it, Rainflower. Here it is. I *swore* I wouldn't do an AAMRN, but here it is, just because you asked for it. This is my one and only Gakishippy fic. Enjoy!
Summary: It's from Misty's POV, I usually write from the girls' POVs. Misty thinks about her bike, Ash, and what they have in common.
Disclaimer: Do I want any of these characters? No. Did I create them? No. There you have it.
Rating: Aw, what the hey. G.
**The Bike**
I loved that bike.
It was a birthday present from my sisters. The one thing that they had actually given to me, new, before anyone or anything but them had touched it. It was perfect.
Ash stole it.
It made me so mad at first! Here this kid was, a newbie Pokemon trainer, and he just thinks he can come along and use my bike to take his stinking Pikachu to the Pokemon Center.
At least he took care of it.
He's a good trainer, really. People give him all sorts of crap about being a bad trainer, but he's really not. I don't know why I felt like saying that; maybe just to set the record straight.
Actually, Ash is a lot like my bike.
It's ironic. He stole it, and he's so much like it... I first met him when he was first going out and being a trainer, with big dreams, and not a clue as to what to do. And when I first got my bike, I didn't know what to do with it. Didn't know how to ride it, ya know? And I didn't know what to do with him when I met him, either. He was just so different. I had never met anyone like him. But what did I do? I yelled at him.
Over what?
A bike.
A stupid bike! But it gives me an excuse to follow him around. "I want my bike back!"? Yeah, right. I want *you*.
No, OK, wait, yeah. Agh! OK, I want to love him, but I don't want to... this is so confusing.
Why me? Of all the lakes in the world, he had to fall into the one I was fishing in. Fishing... I caught him. Now there's a thought. Wonder if I could put him in a Pokéball... Naw, probably not.
What makes me like him, anyway? I don't know! He loves his Pokémon, not me. I mean, he cares about me, as far as I know, but there's probably no way he could ever fall in love with me. I'm *way* too mean to him. And I judge him unfairly a lot, too. I'm too hard on him.
So I should start being nicer to him. Maybe that'll clue him in as to how I feel. Because as of now, I think he's pretty muchly clueless. So that's what I need to do... someday...
**The End**
OK, so it's not my best work ever. It was just something I did because Rainflower requested a Gakishippy fic. ::shrugs:: If you're going to flame, tell me what I did wrong. Don't just say "That sucked." and move on. Tell me how I could make it better; I'm always looking to improve. ^_^ Thankies!