Misty tried to choose between several outfits . . . Which one would look best with red hair?
She ruled out red . . . and pink didn't seem right, either. Green and red did not meet her expectations . . .
Her date, Brandon, was taking her to a restaurant with a dress code, so now was not the time to be not picky . . .
Ever since Ash left, she had jealousy, envying May's cheerful personality, jealous of Dawn's looks, and now . . . Iris with her outdoorsy ways . . . And every night, Misty would stress and worry if Ash had started getting interested in any one of them . . .
She was so sure Ash would never notice her that way . . . Just best friends . . . But Ash was like, didn't even know what love was. If some random girl came up to him and kissed him, he would be clueless, probably. But Misty wondered if it was better for Ash to know or not to know about romance . . .
If he knew, surely he wouldn't at all be interested in her . . . She was pretty sure that Dawn would be the object of his affections, no doubt, her girliness, beauty, . . . Dawn had it all.
If he didn't, well, at least he didn't fancy anyone.
And her sisters were obviously aware of her crush on Ash. Or obsession. So they tried to hook her up with tons of guys . . . This had to be the 12th guy . . .
Misty sighed, and held up a purple dress. It looked alright, or maybe turquoise looked even better . . . well both of them were good. Maybe try both of them and decide with the help of the mirror . . . Misty tried the purple one . . . It looked real nice . . . Then the turquoise one . . . Amazing too . . . She should have a girlfriend. Her sisters didn't quite qualify. She wanted someone that she could ask for advice, trust secrets with, and just have fun with . . .
A whistle startled her. In the doorway, there stood Gary Oak, leaning on it. "It looks good on you."
Misty turned as red as her hair. "What do you think you're doing here?"
"Well, it's summer and Grandpa insisted that I'd take a break . . . I'm not regretting it."
"And you came here?" Why?" Misty demanded and felt extremely awkward in her dress. Never had she imagined Gary Oak would ever be here again . . .
"Well, it's summer! And it's hot! I was wondering if I could swim in your pool . . .?" He looked at her, hopefully.
"Will you be shirtless?" Misty asked, trying to sound clam.
"Well, I think so -"
Misty threw a pillow at him. Gary caught it and grinned.
"Oh come on, Misty, you're going somewhere and -"
"Wait! How do you know I'm going out tonight?" Misty felt that her sisters have betrayed her - why on earth would they tell Gary Oak that she was . . . ?
"Oh your sisters didn't tell me,"- Misty felt like he read her mind - "It's just that you're . . ." He gestured at her dress. "So who's the lucky guy?"
"What do you mean?"
"I assummed that you had a date pretty soon . . ."
"And how did you find that one out?"
"Well, you have no fr- local friends around, so you must be . . ."
"You're too observant."
"Not quite a bad thing, Mist,"
"Now, get out Gary . . ."
"I thought you were enjoying our conversation . . ."
"I just want to get ready . . ."
"You have your dress on . . ."
"So? Shoes, jewelry, make-up . . ."
"Just wear sneakers,"
"Gary . . ." She whined, not knowing where to begin.
"And just throw some jewelry on, it's way quicker than being all picky . . ."
"Well, chances are that if I just get some random jewelry, it won't match my outfit!"
"Who cares? And why do girls bother with make-up? It's not worth it . . ."
"Yeah it is! We care about how we look . . ."
"Still! What's wrong with natural beauty? Breaking news, it won't kill you if you step into public WITHOUT make-up . . ."
"Very funny . . . Did any of your dates ever NOT wear some make-up?"
"Well, I would answer that, but I never HAD a date . . ."
Misty stopped. "Wait, what?"
"I never -"
"You never had a date? You're Gary Oak! You have a fan club! And you never . . ." Misty continued to stare at him, shocked.
Gary shrugged. "Well, love makes things complicated anyways . . ."
"Well, I'll change now . . ."
"Can I go in your pool?"
"You're so much like Ash now!"
"Well, I guess he's sorta rubbing off on me . . ." Gary admitted with a sheepish grin.
"You can go . . ."
"YES!" And off he went.
Misty rolled her eyes.