Author's Note: Okay since a lot of you are PM-ing me, asking me why I didn't just make 'Time Fixes Love' into a chapter--well here it is!
Thanks for the nice PM's, but couldn't you guys just write it as reviews? So I could read them faster instead of one-by-one.

Okay; The ending here is wayyy different and wayyy less Pokeshippy-ish. Why? I'll tell you after you're done reading.
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Oh yeah, Ship in this fic is mild-Pokeshipping. (Hints, if some of you might say)
I'll put an Author's Note on the bottom as to why it's not fully Pokeshipping.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Ash and Misty would've already been married-and making Ash actually win the Indigo League Champs so he wouldn't have to meet May, Max or Dawn.
Satoshi Tajiri is the lucky man who owns them.


ASH'S POV

Today was my big day. Nervous as I am, I still placed on the ultra-stiff tuxedo in order to look formal today. For those of you, who think it's my wedding day, please stop reading those romance books.

Ever since the Misty incident, I withdrew myself from society, long enough until I was 17. I mean, she was the first girl I've ever loved and she broke my heart…well, I know I broke our friendship too, but that was necessary, really!

If I hadn't done that, who knows what emotional execution, I would've gone through? Who knows what pain I would have to face in seeing the most beautiful girl in the planet dating my ex-rival?
Who could predict that I was in love with her all this time, anyway?

Yes, I only found out when I knew the news why my heart was placing fluttering Butterfree in my stomach was about. I was madly in love with my companion, my coach, my…best friend.

After a week or so, I felt remorse of the screaming I did to her. She didn't do anything wrong to me; she never hurt me in any way and she hadn't meant to hurt my feelings on the same day I won a title.

Guess what? She did. And she did it without even knowing it.

And here I am, asking my Pokemon for advice about girls.

Who was I going to date, you might ask? Why it's none other than my most recent travelling partner, Amber.

I met her while I journeyed through the Orange Islands again where the Orange Cup was being held at. I needed to defend my title as the Orange League Champion since I am a Champion. She's nice and she's into breeding and of course…me.

I knew from the moment she ask—begged me to let her travel with me that she had a tiny crush on me. She alright, I guess, but sometimes she can be so naive and stuck up that I just want to punch her head out of her neck.

But I wouldn't do that…because I'm Ash Ketchum.

"Pika, Pikachu" Pikachu said, tugging on my white bowtie and straightening my hair out.

"Bulba, Bulbasaur!" my old companion nodded in agreement with Bayleef and Kingler. I had friends, sure, but they weren't human or anything. They were very special in my heart, but when it came to terms of mingling I don't think that they'd fit anywhere. "Thanks, guys" I said, doing my nervous-stance while grinning widely. "Bay, Bayleef!" Bayleef jumped onto me and tackled before I could even do anything to stop her from doing so.

All of us laughed, until it was drowned out by the loud doorbell, that wouldn't stop ringing. This better not be a prank or anything…

"Ashy, could you get the door for me, please?" Mom said from the kitchen. Placing Bayleef down to play with the others, I strutted out of my room and downstairs, walking towards the door.

I opened it to see an eye-widening sight.

"M-Misty?" I asked in total disbelief. I thought that after the fight, she would never want to see me again, but this changed everything. I noticed her lip quivering a way that could make my heart break. Even though she looked like a complete mess, her natural beauty still stuck out. Her wavy, mid-length hair looked like the one where she was a mermaid—but it seemed, messier. She was wearing a midnight blue, sparkly gown that reached below the knees. Nothing out of the ordinary except…she was barefoot.

"Honey, who's that at the—" Mom suddenly rushed to our direction once Misty started bursting into tears. Leading her to the couch, I noted to myself that this may be the only chance I could get…to get a closure.

"Are you ready to tell us, Misty-dear?" Mom asked Misty, who was busy fiddling with the tea cup. A single tear dropped to the brown liquid, rippling the sides. Misty had been quiet for the whole time being, while me and Mom were trying to get her to speak.

"Pika, Pika!" Pikachu squeaked from my room, jolting down and jumping into my arms. "Whoa! Hey, Pikachu" I chuckled, inwardly rewarding myself at the small smile tugging Misty's lips.

"Pika, Pikapikachu, Pikapichu, Pika, Chu, PiPiKa!" (We were so worried you didn't come up!) Pikachu scolded me in a motherly manner. "Sorry, buddy. Misty's here" I stopped, biting my lower lip wondering if Misty was comfortable with me speaking about her. I looked up to see her smiling.

"Pika...chupi?" Pikachu gasped, looking towards Misty's direction and bounding off and jumping in her lap. "Hi, Pikachu!" she spoke finally, rubbing Pikachu behind his ears. Misty had always been special to Pikachu and I could clearly remember that day when I banned Pikachu from ever seeing Misty. It looked like it was going to kill me, but seeing as I'm its best friend, it restrained.

Misty and Pikachu were having a one-sided conversation, something about Water Pokemon. How did I know? It was because of that special light Misty's eyes show when you mention water.

I wasn't supposed to feel this thumping of my heart again…it wasn't supposed to be this way. I was supposed to get closure, get away from the nightmare. But seeing as it was impossible, I let my emotions take care of me for the night.

"I'm sorry, Amber! I just need to help Misty—she's in a really bad condition" I pleaded for some sympathy, receiving none.

"I don't care Mr. Pokemon Master! You said you hated that Misty-girl, how come you're choosing her over…me?" her lower lip quivered at the last word, while I shuddered at the black-haired-blue-eyed girl.

"I'm sorry, Amber. I'm really busy. Can we just move it?"

"No. You know why? Because we are through!" she slammed the phone shut, while I rolled my eyes helplessly.

I know for a fact that girl wouldn't ignore me for forever. We're travelling together and taking a break!

"Ash, dear" Mom's voice floated across the kitchen, as I looked behind my back. Mom was there, holding a tray of grape juice and some snacks for Misty.

I grunted, knowing what she was up to.

"I'm real worried about Misty. Sure she already talked, but she hasn't given me one clue why she's crying" Mom said in an all too familiar motherly concern voice.

"Don't worry, mom. I'll help her" I concluded, carrying the snacks and walking towards the living room.
"Even if the past was ruined?" she asked. I didn't turn back because tears started forming. Blinking them away, I nodded and proceeded to walk to the living room, where Misty was quietly sitting at.

"Hey"

"Hi" she warm-smiled greeted me. Placing the tray down in front of her while watching her eye the food and taking the grapes in, I now feel that I made the worst mistake of my life—letting her slip through my very grasp.

And the seemingly familiar awkward silence washed through the room, nothing making a sound except Pikachu's steady snoring.

"So…" I started, but she seemed to ignore me.

"It's Gary's fault" took me off guard. "What?" I asked, even though I clearly understood her.

"Gary…he…he stood me up…and…I saw him…making out…with…a blonde" she suddenly closed her eyes tight, looking like she wanted to disappear from this world.

Even though a very serious problem was at hand, I couldn't help but think 'I knew it' for Misty's sake. I knew that Gary would hurt her sooner or later and when I knew, I promised myself I'll just leave her out in the pouring rain for her to think of the biggest mistake she'd ever done.

Yet here I am in the same situation, but with a different outcome.

I promised myself I wouldn't let her in my life ever since the incident. I promised myself I would force my heart into falling out of love. But I guess not all promises can be kept, right?

"Ash…I'm sorry" she said, opening her ocean-blue eyes and looking down at the grape juice she was taking in. "Huh?" I asked, snapping out of my reverie.

"I'm sorry about last year…I'm sorry about saying I hate you-which I clearly don't…and I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner" she whispered the last part, almost audible for me to hear.

Deciding I'll press her on the last sentence later, I took her apology in. "S'okay. I'm supposed to be sorry too. I didn't mean to snap at you like that—it was just the initial shock coming to my senses, y'know what I mean?" I asked, looking at her blank face which was nodding. She suddenly burst into tiny giggles, quiet enough so Pikachu wouldn't wake up.

"Huh? What'd I say?" she was definitely confusing me now. I don't understand why in the world she would be laughing like nothing has ever happened.

"It's…weird…hearing…you…say…big…words!" she laughed, clutching the sides of her stomach while she accidentally kicked Pikachu. Pikachu woke up in an instant, sending away a huge mass of Thunder, hitting both me and Misty.

"Pika, Pikachupi" (Sorry, Misty) Pikachu said, while I grunted in reply: "You're saying sorry to her? I'm your master, Pikachu!" Pikachu giggled, going back to sleep in the other couch. Misty on the other hand, displayed maturity. She stuck her tongue playfully at me. I stuck mine out at her before we both collapsed into a fit of laughter.

"I can't remember…the time I had this much fun" she said, smiling after we both settled down in the same couch. "What about with Gary?" I asked, nudging her playfully.

She shook her head, her long, wavy hair slapping her cheeks.

"Gary's all about boring research. I almost never get to travel! It's so boring in the lab anyways, studying artificial Pokemon. Why do that when you can battle with real ones?" she seemed oddly flustered, as I mentally noted to myself that Gary was not a fun guy.

"Okay, Myst. You don't need to freak out—I'm sure Gary's not so bad. You're just used to hanging out with the Mighty Ash!" I declared, puffing my chest out while she deflated my egotistic head.

"Yeah right, Ash. Dream on" she rolled her eyes, walking towards the unnoticed backpack and picking it up. I figured she was leaving, so I stood up. But seeing as she turned back, I smiled.

"Whoa!" she tripped on the leg of the coffee table, landing on my chest. Both of us were engulfed in blushes, not even wanting to make a move out. She looked up at me, her rosy cheeks tinted with red. I couldn't help but think that we always mirrored each other's actions, whether it was anger, happiness, sadness or embarrassment, both of us would usually have the same emotions at the same time.

Carefully pushing her out of the way out of embarrassment, I mirror her actions and clear my throat. "S-S-Sorry…" I whispered, sitting down on the couch opposing hers. "S'okay" she mumbled loud enough for me to hear and soft enough to notice the red paint on her face.

Boy, if I wasn't in such a social-crisis right now, I would've blackmailed Misty for the rest of her life!...Okay, maybe that was harsh, but c'mon!

"Hello dearies, I just wanna inform you that someone called for Misty. They said it's really urgent" Mom appeared, thankfully washing out the awkwardness again.

Misty nodded and headed up the stairs, walking towards the hallway phone—clearly it was made to be a private conversation.

"Thanks, mom…" I turned beet red right after the long talk she gave me. Mom giggled and stood up from the couch, gently placing the snoozing Pikachu down. Was it really mother's job to do all the serious talking? I mean, if I had a dad—I wouldn't mind it being him at all since I'm a guy and what not, but this—my mom talking about such…graphic stuff…what I would give for a plane ticket to another country right now.

At the same time Mom exits the room with grace, Misty steps in with a worn-out look on her face. (A/N: Rhymie! Sorry, had to do that…")

"What happened?" I asked wondering why the room had gotten incredibly hot; resulting of me taking the tuxedo off.

Suddenly, Misty whined and then…she collapsed onto the couch.

I panicked, never being in this situation before. "Mist, wake up, wake up!" I hollered, gently shaking her from her sleep.

I could hear a faint giggle, coming from the couch. Looking down, I could see Misty crossed-armed and a smirk, playing on her gentle lips.

She tricked me! How dare she use my weakness at a time like this!

"Guess I got you, Ashy-boy" she mock-teased, sticking a tongue out and childishly crossing her arms over her chest.

Then, war was proclaimed. I started tickling her sides while she endlessly laughed and kicked her legs—careful not to wake the sleeping mouse. "Stop…Ash…Quit it!" she laughed again, kicking my arm with her foot.

"No way, you almost scared me half to death there! So I'm going to get you back…by tickling you to death!"

She continued screaming and laughing, waking up Pikachu in the process.

"Pika, Pikapikachu, Pikachu, Pi, Kachu, Pikachupi?" (What's going on with you and Misty?) Pikachu rubbed its eyes, too sleepy to even shock both of us.

Misty looked at me and smirked. I devilishly smirked back.

And before we knew it, we were tickling Pikachu to death.

"Pi…Pika…Pikachu!" (Stop…C'mon, Stop!) Pikachu laughed, rolling on his sides.

The night rolled on pretty quick, as both of us expected it. But expectations weren't always true, right?

That night when she called me, I never really thought about getting into a huge fight with my best friend—just because of something so silly—breaking our friendship in the process.

This night just seemed to move on so quickly…moving quicker than I expected. We were both sitting on the chair comfortably with Pikachu.

I knew that Mom was shifting in the kitchen chair, wondering what the hell we were doing…okay she thinks to graphically—but it's just because I'm 17.

And now, as I sit with my best friend who forced me into watching 'A Princess Togetic's Tale'—a romantic movie, pretty sappy and stuff—I made a revelation.

No matter what happens to our friendship—bad or good—I'd always be there by her side. Never wanting to move a single muscle, just knowing I'm right beside her.

And, she couldn't have said more after she gave me a shy, quick kiss.

But, it was only on the cheek. That was a good start for a tolerable relationship, right? Right?


Author's Note: Okay if you're going to press the button with green letters and type in something and click send, I LOVE YOU!
If you won't do any of those...ARGH.

Okay, this isn't really Pokeshipping as you can see-but there are subtle hints. Well; maybe Ash-side hints but you know why?
Because Misty just got heart-broken and I wouldn't want to think of her as a fast-mover you know what I mean? Like, she just broke up with Gary
and there is absolutely no way I would just put her up with Ash like an uncaring woman. Misty is not that kind of person! She thinks of others too!

So maybe I will add a 3rd chapter-to where there relationship actually rockets into sky-high. And that statement reminds me to put Team Rocket too..
*sigh* Maybe I will make a 3rd chapter if reviews are good enough. I'll wait and see.

And I almost forgot! Thanks for being honest with your reviews. I knew that I had to revise the ending since it was so suckish.
But I'm kinda okay with this now...Hope you guys are too! Now, click the button because I told yo--you want to.