Plan B:
Ash sat at a table with Pikachu in the chair beside him, both of them eating Christmas cookies and sipping punch. After finishing his seventh one, Ash grinned over at Pikachu, "Those cookies sure did hit the spot; didn't they pal?"
"Pika-Chu, (they sure did,)" Pikachu replied rubbing its stomach lazily.
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Meanwhile, Brock and Misty were going over Plan B again.
"So you're going to ask Ash to dance, and then I'm-" Brock muttered, rubbing his head. It was all so confusing.
"You're going to get people out of the way, so I can dance with Ash all the way across it to the mistletoe." Misty finished, pointing to where Ash sat, and guiding her finger in a line to where the mistletoe was hanging in the middle of the dance floor.
"Are you sure this'll work?" Brock asked Misty, "What if he doesn't want to dance with you?" He looked over at Ash, who was busy building a card pyramid with Pikachu. (Don't ask me where he got the cards.)
"Oh, he will. I can just tell by the way he was staring at me earlier," Misty said, blushing. She had always felt so pretty when Ash gave her those looks. It was something she was never able to feel at home what with her three "sensational sisters."
"Okay, well you better go ask him before someone else does," Brock said, gesturing toward all the girls looking Ash's way.
Misty began to panic once she saw all of them. She couldn't blame them for liking him; he was so cuuuutte, especially without his hat on. But, he was HERS!!!! Or, at least, she thought he was.
She quickly ran over to Ash, before any of the other girls could pluck up the courage to. "Hey Ash, you wanna dance?" Misty panted, from having run across the floor.
"Uh, sure Misty," Ash answered awkwardly, standing up, and motioning for Pikachu to stay put. She sure seemed in a hurry to ask me…
"Great!" Misty exclaimed, grabbing his hand, and pulling eagerly to the edge of the dance floor. She nodded toward Brock as she and Ash rushed past, signaling to him to start moving dancers. Then, she stuck her tongue out at all the disappointed girls who had wanted to be the one to dance with Ash.
Once they reached a good spot, Misty turned to Ash and put her arms around his neck. Ash was shocked at first; he had no clue they were going to slow-dance, let alone this close. But, he soon got over it, and he found himself with his hands on her waist.
They danced in place for a while, before Misty began to lead. She had them twirl around in circles, trying to disguise the fact that she was leading them in a line toward the center. Ash didn't even seem to notice.
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Brock watched ash and Misty out of the corner of his eye, while he told people random things to get them to move like, "Hey dude, that girl over there likes you," (which caused the guy to run toward her,) "Hey would you like to dance," (causing the girl to storm off in disgust,) and even resorting to "Hey kid, I'll give you a buck to move over to your left."
"This is so not worth those two pictures," Brock grumbled as he handed another little kid a dollar out of his wallet.
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Misty grinned at Ash as they continued twirling toward the center. We're going to make it, she thought, seeing how close the mistletoe was, and, she blushed and looked down at her feet, Ash was.
Ash saw misty blushed and soon felt his face go red, too. He had never been this close to her before, and, for some reason, he liked it, and the unknown feeling he was getting in his stomach.
They finally reached the spot Misty had wanted to find herself with Ash at since their first Christmas party together, the mistletoe…
"Ash-" Misty began, but she was cut short by a voice that came over the intercom. (The party was at a Poke-Centre.)
"Ash Ketchum, you have a phone call in the lobby! I repeat, Ash Ketchum, you have a phone call in the lobby!" The intercom clicked, and there was a short silence before the music started back up, and people continued their conversations.
"Oh man, I better go get that," Ash groaned, half to himself, half to Misty. He looked back at her an apologetic look in his chocolate eyes. "Sorry…" he shrugged as he removed his hands and she removed hers. Ash turned and raced across the room toward the lobby, leaving a very disappointed red-head alone in the middle of the floor.
She glanced up to see Brock looking at her worryingly. She shrugged and mouthed something at him.
"Time for Plan C."