Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, it belongs to its respective owner.
Ages in reality:
Ash - 16
Misty - 16
Sakura - 16
I would like to thank Amorous-Thunder for beta-reading this, and I hope they can do other chapters in the future~~^^
The Part of Me I Will Never Forget
Chapter 2: 4 Years On.
Light shone through the purple curtains. They moved swiftly in the warm morning breeze, which travelled fluently throughout the room.
Moving slightly, an arm appeared lazily from underneath the covers. Her fingers drummed softly against the laced pillow, misplaced from her sleepless night.
A tired sigh came from under the duvet, and suddenly, bright orange locks were now visible as she had pushed herself forward towards her pillow. Her face was surrounded by her naturally-curly, ginger hair. She tried to blow it away from her eyes, but it was to no avail.
"Urgh," she grunted. She forced herself to sit up straight, nearly falling from the side of her bed. She looked at the clock sleepily, which read 10:00.
"Whuu...?" She suddenly awoke. "I'm gonna be late!" She exclaimed.
Springing up suddenly from her mattress, she stumbled across the room to her wardrobe. She opened it wildly; its doors banging off of her aquamarine wall.
"Oh no! That assignment! I didn't do it!" She ran across the carpet, burning her bare heels while tripping over many objects that could be commonly found in a teenage girls' room.
"I'll never make it! The History teacher's gonna kill me for sure!"
Grabbing random books from the shelves, she threw them onto her bed (even ones about recent sci-fi films that she had been watching lately, which of course weren't something the school taught in their lessons...)
"Where the hell is that bag?" She panted.
Jumping over her bed, she spotted her uniform hanging idly behind her door. "There you are!" She grabbed it and lobbed it to the bed. She found her blouse in the newly-made pile and pulled it out like she was going to ravage it to bits.
Then she realised something. She stopped in her tracks and spaced out. A confused look appeared on her face.
"Wait, isn- OH FOR GODS SAKE!" She clashed her wardrobe doors shut, piled the uniform into a ball again, and chucked it like a baseball. She kicked her bag (which she just noticed, actually) and stomped over to her bed. "IT'S THE HOLIDAYS!"
Collapsing onto her bed, she scowled at herself. Curling into a ball in her duvet, she muttered, "It's gonna be one of those days..."
Looking up, the warm air tugged at her hair. Her hair was now pulled back into a ponytail with one strand hanging loose.
Misty was on her way to Sakuras house: a friend whom she had known for years and whom also happened to go to the same secondary school. Misty smiled as she thought about how Sakura would greet her at the front door. She was always so bubbly and happy and knew how to cheer a girl up.
Misty frowned. 'I promised myself I wouldnt think about it until i got to her place.'
She put her hands in her pockets and walked with her head facing towards the pavement.
"I shouldnt let it get to me.." She rolled her eyes. "Or rather, let HIM get to me."
Sighing, she looked up - only to find the last thing she wanted to see...
"Sorry I'm late!" A spritely girl ran up to a boy, whose face brightened up the moment he laid eyes on her. "My sisters: they kept me in the house to help them bake... And I'm so sorry!" She looked as if she was going to bawl, and he put his arm around her and cooed, "Hey now, it's okay, you're worth waiting for..." He kissed her forehead softly, making her blush a bright red and beam. They stood together for a moment before she began to walk ahead of him. "Come on, then, we can't waste any more time on our THIRD date!~" She proclaimed.
Tugging on his arm, she led the way towards the metropolitan area of Cerulean city. "Ha-ha, third? You sure you can count? I thought it was 'second!'"
"Oh, really?" She smacked him lightly. "Ha-ha, very funny!"
Misty watched as the two walked away. They were so absorbed in each other, that no one could bother them.
"That would be me and him..." She touched her face, noticing a tear was running down it.
"Augh! This is so sappy and disgusting!" Her eyes scanned the roads to make certain that no one had seen her. She huffed a sigh of relief, for nobody in particular was found around.
"Disgusting!" she exclaimed. She then hurried on to Sakura's house.
By turning the corner of a road, Sakura's house could be found only a few feet away. Slowing down, she fluffed-up her hair slightly, trying to look like she wasn't in a rush. Walking down the path to the door, Misty noticed newly planted flowers and hanging baskets around the porch. 'Well, it is summer,' she thought. 'Maybe she can help arrange our garden.'
Misty and her sisters' garden was very untidy. As usual, they left all the work to her, but she was always too busy studying to be working on such tasks...
She knocked lightly on the door, to which Sakura had unexpectedly burst opened.
Surprised, Misty nearly jumped straight into her house. "I'm not that scary, am I?" Sakura asked innocently.
"Oh no, darling; just shocked me a bit." '
Sakura eyed her carefully "You okay? It's just you're being a bit, let's say... 'upper-class today?'"
Misty stared. "'Upper-class?' Sarcasm, more like!"
They burst out laughing on the doorpost.
"Well, come on in, then; bet you're thirsty! It's boiling out here!"
Misty followed her in, suddenly feeling a lot better than before. Sakura can definitely cheer a girl up.
"So you're pining again?"
Misty brushed it away. "Not exactly," she mumbled. She fumbled with the side of her jacket.
Sakura smirked knowingly. Turning to her stash of DVDs, her fingers hovered over them idly before deciding on two of them. "Well, which one first? 17 Again or 27 Dresses?"
'What's with the numbers?' Misty thought. "Well, okay, 17 Again."
"Oh my god, when he turned 17," Sakura gushed and squealed.
Misty giggled. Sakura's easily embarrassed. "Yeah," she laughed.
Sakura eyed her strangely. "You're putting on an act, I can tell. Come on, out with it."
"Nooooooo," Misty moaned.
"It's that Ash boy, isn't it?"
Misty sulked quietly. "Sakura..." she complained, "You know what happened."
Sakura, knowing she couldn't really do anything else, let alone think of anything, asked all the obvious questions. "Do you know where he is?"
"In Kanto, somewhere..."
"Do you want to see him?
"... He probably doesn't remember me..."
Sakura sat back, shocked. "Of course he does! How do you know he's in Kanto, anyway?"
"His mum," Misty mumbled as she watched the trees outside blowing in the soft wind. "She's like my own mother. We talk often over the videophone and she tells me where he is, what he's doing..." She trailed off wistfully.
"Not that I care," she finished. She looked at Sakura, trying to convince her as much as herself.
Sakura smirked once again. She was going to make Misty "spill" no matter what.
"Right," she announced whilst standing up like a teacher. "I didn't wear these shorts for nothing!" She said firmly, pointing down to her rose patterned shorts. "It's red hot out there! Help me get the deck chairs out!" She ran out of her bedroom door and to the hallway stairs at high speed - banister rattling. Misty followed, not being as excited.
"You're right, it's scorching!"
The two girls were laid out on deck chairs in Sakuras gorgeous nature garden. Sakura had planted an array of different flowers: roses, fuchsias, sunflowers... With all of which were color-coordinating groups situated across the parts of the garden. At the end of the grove was a delicately crafted water fountain, a wooden table, and a chair set.
'Cute,' Misty thought as she cast her eyes over the hedge. 'Like a fairy garden.'
In the past, Sakura's garden had been beautiful. And it grew more and more beautiful every year.
"So," Sakura looked directly at her through her black, tinted lenses. "Are you going to say it or what?"
Misty gave her a 'what the hell are you talking about' look.
Sakura laid back on her deck chair, sighing. "Do I really need to spell it out?"
After Misty nodded slowly she continued:
"Do you still love him?"
Misty was surprised. 'It's that obvious...?' she wondered. 'Wait! Get a hold of yourself!'
Looking up towards the sky, she began "asking" it for answers. She traced her finger around the clouds like a baby in a pram. Sakura, who was now amused, giggled at her actions. She got up from her seat and crouched down beside the daydreaming girl, then she started her own act.
"Miss Waterflower, I presume? I diagnose you with the Lovesick Ash Syndrome. This is the only actual case of illness I've seen in reality. I recommend you see Miss Sakura Lewis regularly in order to attend therapy sessions. This illness can't be cured..."
Misty snapped back to her normal-self instantly.
"...Oh so sorry~..."
"Sakura!" Misty shoved her playfully, and the two began to laugh together.
''Bzt."
"Hey, that's my phone." Misty said as she rose from the deck chair and picked up her phone with its Pikachu charm hanging from the top of it.
"Hey, Erika!" Misty spoke into the receiver, laughing.
"Hey!" Sakura shouted from the background.
"Yeah, I'm at Sakura's house." Misty nodded to Sakura, who in turn, nodded back. "Yep, you can come over, we'll meet you, ok?" She smiled. "Yeah, see you!"
"Right! Let's Go!" Sakura was out of the garden and through the conservatory in a flash.
Misty, closing her phone and looking towards the sky, smiled. "I'm not letting Ash ruin this day for me!"
And with that, she followed her friend eagerly, giggling as she ran.
