Disclaimer - Just a klepto who makes a habit of stealing all the characters related to her OTPs so she can force them to interact the way she wants!
Author - Warlordess
Notes - I may have lied about this fic series actually... I think, rather than it being a "one-shot series" (like Our Best), it's really more of a mildly interconnected two-shot series relating pivotal moments of Ash and Misty's relationship to the holiday season. So there will be two parts for each holiday, one each for Ash and Misty's PoV, but each two-shot can be read alone if you so choose. Well, I don't know; maybe I'm still wrong about that... Lol.
Anyway, thanks for the few reviews I received last time! Please take this addition to the series as my response! I have already written both PoV's for New Years Eve as well but may not post them until after Christmas. We'll see... Tell me what you think of this one, okay?
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Title - "Low-Hanging Hurts"
Summary - Misty's PoV. A moment between she and Ash at the Ketchum Christmas party is derailed. A little more meat on this bone due to Misty's overemotional investment.
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Everything makes you angry. Everything makes you hurt.
You're ten when you tell your sisters you want to be a gym leader too and they laugh at your foolishness and ire. You're eleven when you realize you have a crush on the most irritatingly dense boy in the world (who just so happens to also be heroic, kind to basically anyone but you, and your best friend despite that). You're twelve when you question your self-proclaimed title as that boy's friend for the first (and certainly not only or last) time. You're thirteen when your sisters tell you they need you back home right now, no matter what it is you're doing or how much fun you're having. You're fourteen when you acknowledge that you don't mind this life you're now a part of in Cerulean, though you miss your past life just as much. You're fifteen when you realize this crush you've harbored for a few years now is not going away in your best friend's absence and that it has, in fact, only grown stronger.
You're sixteen, fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve, eleven years old when you fall in love for the first time only to be severely disappointed in the results.
Everything makes you angry.
The way your sisters have it so easy while you struggle to come to terms with individuality, the way Ash Ketchum flaunts his stupid Pokemon and Pokedex and all the friends he's made since he left you behind three years ago, the way he talks so kindly of them and you're left to wonder if he ever spoke in such tones of you as well; the way you're sure, you know,that he has if meeting May and Max in Hoenn was any indication… The way you know your anger is fabricated from the hurt that lies underneath.
And oh, how everything makes you hurt.
Or so it did up until that one blissful, blinding moment of sheer hope when he leaned in teasingly at the Ketchum Christmas party and you thought to yourself how this was it, the moment you've been - most unfortunately - waiting for, the defining moment in which he'd finally realize, finally come to see, finally reciprocate…
And then he holds that stupid ball of lint up between the two of you and the shining, glorious moment is over in a flash. And you're severely disappointed, angry, and hurt.
Your nerves sizzle with the heat of close contact, your teal eyes bleeding unshed tears of frustration. All this time you haven't minded waiting, you really haven't, because you knew almost three entire years ago what he felt for you except that he was too young and childish to see it for himself. Everyone who knew him knew what he felt.
If only that was enough to ease your broken heart; to stop the anger and the hurt.
You're only able to hold yourself up by leaning most of your weight against the wall behind you as your ignorant best friend walks away to get another plate of food from the refreshment table that was set up earlier that evening. He's running faster than you expected he would. He's doing his utmost best to escape while he has the opportunity. It's odd but… that somehow lessens the aggression and turmoil coiling within you.
Then you look up towards the ceiling and take in the fateful piece of mistletoe strung there by some clod high on holiday spirit and you think how wasted it is.
It makes you angry. It makes you hurt.
Wash, rinse, and repeat…
But perhaps change will come with the next spin of the cycle.
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Notes - Well, that's that. The next addition with be Misty's PoV of New Years Eve, and boy, is it gonna be fun. At least she'll finally receive some better closure than she has in canon.
