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It was Thursday afternoon, the time she would be heading off to the Plateau. Her bag was repacked from all those years ago, and she was standing outside the Cerulean Gym saying goodbye to her sisters.

'Are you sure you, like, want to do this Misty?' Asked Lily, worried about what her youngest sister might get into.

'Yes! I've said over and over I'll fine!'

She gave her younger sister a hug. 'You better be.'

'Lily, like, already took my line, so just give me a hug and go okay?'

'Gee. How much my sister loves me.' Misty said sarcastically, not bothering to move.

'You, like, know I do.' She sighed, grabbing her into a big hug.

'Yes, I do know,' the redhead laughed, hugging her sister back.

All that was left was saying goodbye to the eldest, who didn't really seem to know what was going on. 'Like, why is everyone hugging and crying and stuff? Did someone die?' she said on the brink of tears herself.

'No, I'm leaving for the Indigo Plateau, remember? You were the first person I told.' Misty explained.

'Why are you leaving?' cried the pregnant woman. 'It's like, because you hate me isn't it? You hate me because I'm like, a fat hippo who's going to be an awful mother because she can't even get her like, little sister to love her! No one will ever love me because I'm so fat!'

'I love you, so does Violet, and Lily. The baby does too. Stop crying,' the redhead hugged her sobbing sister, trying to soothe her. I need to go! She mouthed to Violet. She nodded her purple head, and thought for a minute.

'Like, hey Dais, want to go and see Tracey?' she asked in a voice that you would put on when you bribe a little kid to stop crying by giving them cookies, with a hint of uncertainty.

Her head snapped up instantly, no trace of her even crying. 'Tracey wants to see me?' she asked in a lovey-dovey voice, a wide grin growing across her face.

'Yup, he like, totally wants to see you and the baby.' She said in a false, exaggerated voice.

'Yay!' she squealed, and let go of Misty instantly. 'Like, see you lil' sis! I'm gonna see Tracey!' she twirled around, but stopped halfway because she couldn't turn anymore. 'Like, whatever. I'm pregnant. I like, have an excuse to be fat.'

The three other sisters opened their eyes wide. 'Well, this is new.' Misty stated.

'Gawd, she like, really likes that guy with the girls name doesn't she?' Lily said shocked.

'Like, yea. He's the daddy, so in like her books, they're married. He's lucky, like loads of guys wanna be in his position. It's like, unfortunate about his name though…' the proud second eldest said.

'WOW, Violet, that's the longest word I've ever heard you say!' Misty yelled in shock. 'Were did you learn that?'

'Like, shut it. I know plenty long words. Antidisestablishmentarianism. Ha, longest word like, in the dictionary.'

'You know what a dictionary is?' she was honestly surprised.

'Misty, that's like, totally mean.' Lily scolded.

'Do you know what an encyclopaedia is?' she quizzed.

'Ohh… um; like, that's an unfair question!'

'You don't know, now shut up.' She glared at Lily. 'So you really know what a dictionary is?' she asked, returning to her conversation with Violet.

'Hey, I don't like wanna ruin your lil' chat but I gotta like, get my booty to Pallet!' The blonde sang. 'And yoooou, runty, have to get yours to the Plateau.'

'Don't call me that! And I know,' she took a deep breath. 'See you all in around a month's time? I promise to call before leaving though, so you're prepared for me,' she joked. 'Bye!' she waved and walked away.

'See ya Red!' cried two of the Sensational Sisters, while the other danced around, hugging her giant bump.

After a bit of walking, she reached her bus stop. She would have walked to the Plateau, but she didn't have anyone to go with, and didn't want anything bad to happen. Plus, it would have taken her more than double the time than it does on the bus. She had been waiting a fair amount of time, and just as she was about to complain, her ride pulled up. She happily hopped on the big coach and took a seat at the back, were no one was. Preparing herself for the long journey ahead; she put in her yellow earphones, set her favourite playlist on shuffle, and closed her eyes. Although she was trying, it was to no avail. Her excitement kept her from sleeping on the 5 hour journey, so she was left to lay there and sing along to her favourite songs.

'Well she lives in a fairytale, somewhere too far for us to find. Forgotten the taste and smell of a world that she's left behind; it's all about the exposure, the lens I told her. The angles are all wrong now she's ripping wings off of butterflies.' She sang under her breath. The balding man sat in front of her turned around to give her a funny look, which earned him a glare in response. Just to spite him; she yelled at the top of her voice 'WELL GO GET YOUR SHOVEL! AND WE'LL DIG A DEEP HOLE! TO BURY THE CASTLE, BURY THE CASTLE!' (A/N Yes; I am a HUGE Paramore fan.) Everyone on the bus turned to look at the redhead who was lying at the back with her feet up on the top of the seat next to her, and her head resting on the window. It wasn't exactly comfy, but she didn't care. She stuck her tongue out and pulled her lower eyelid down. She was a frickin' elite; she could do what she liked.

She carried on singing throughout the rest of the journey, and when the bus finally pulled up to the Plateau, she cheekily waved to the remaining passengers and said 'It's a $50 fee for an hour of my singing. That adds up to… around $250 or something. You can send the cash to the Indigo Plateau addressed to Misty Waterflower, the new water elite!' She flashed them all a wide grin and jumped off the bus. As if in relief, the bus shot off quicker than she'd ever seen it go, in case she got back on and started singing again. (A/N Trust me, when you do that on a bus they go so fast! I don't see why they don't do that when you're actually on the bus.) The redhead laughed, and felt like nothing could go wrong. She could probably get shot, and would laugh, and thank the person who did it, she was that happy. She walked up to the humongous stadium and stared at it in awe. She'd been here before, but on a different occasion. Last time it was for someone else; this time it was for herself. In a way, she felt like she was being extremely selfish, because all her life she had devoted it to others. She let a few tears escape, as a start of her new life, of being her own person, and not constantly giving things up or putting them on hold for others.

'It's MY turn now.' She said firmly, wiping her eyes. Once there was no trace her crying, she pushed open the door.

It was amazing inside, soft crimson carpets, with golden lining. Cream white concrete pillars stood at the four corners of the room. There were two sets of winding oak stairs either side of the room, leading up to a long corridor towards another room. In between the stairs was a grand polished table, bigger than her room back in Cerulean. It was lined with red quilted dining chairs that matched the carpet. She let her mouth hang open, never in her life had she been to somewhere so fancy!

'Catching flies are we?' said a voice coming from upstairs. 'It isn't polite to leave your mouth hanging open.'

She slammed her mouth shut and blushed at the figure standing exactly between the staircases. He climbed over the shining wood barrier and jumped down elegantly, his cape flapping in the air after him. He landed in a perfect pose, as if it was scripted. She wondered if he had planned it, but thought otherwise. He walked up towards her, and took her bag.

'What did you think? Good stunt, right? Kind of ruins the point of the stairs though,' he criticised himself.

'I thought it was great, if it helps.' She gave him a weak smile.

'Follow me, I'll show you were you'll be staying for the time being.' He walked up the left stairwell, and just because it was her, she went up the right.

'How did I know you would do that?' he joked as they met in the centre.

'Everyone's always told me when you first meet me it's like you've known me for ages because I'm extremely predictable.' She blushed, her cheeks matching her hair.

'It's a good thing, it will help everyone else to know and understand you better.' He assured her.

'Everyone… else?' She asked nervously.

'Yes, the other elites…?' he said confused, while she hyperventilated. 'What's the matter?'

'I-I'm going t-to meet elites. What if I make a bad impression and they all hate me?' she fretted.

'You weren't this nervous when you met me and I'm the champion of Kanto. I'm offended!'

'Because I didn't know who you were! If I had known you were going to challenge me I would be even worse than I am now! I'm sorry I offended you.' She bowed.

'I'm kidding! I don't want people bowing to me, I'm not that superior! Now don't worry about meeting them, they're all very nice. I'm sure once you get there all your qualms and worries will go.' He said, in a weak attempt of comforting.

Misty shook her head, stood tall and said, 'Your right. I am strong and independent and I can do this.'

'Actually, I didn't say anything like that, but it works!' he gave her a sheepish grin 'Come on, through here is where you'll stay, you can just leave your things in and then we'll go for dinner with the others.'

The redheads stomach growled in response 'Wow, I didn't realise you were hungry!' she said, facing her tummy. She rubbed the part that was on show from her cropped yellow tee, and said 'Be quiet and you'll get some food.'

Lance looked at her like she was mad, but carried on and opened Misty's room's door. Inside was a large four post bed in the centre of the room, the covers a soft yellow, matching the pale walls. Next to the bed were two bedside tables, with circle shaped matching lamps with yellow shade covers. On the ceiling were glow-in-the-dark stars and planets, all making the correct constellations. To the left of the room was a large door, with a mark on it labelled 'WARDROBE'. Next to the door was a white leather couch, with fluffy bright yellow cushions. On the other side was another door labelled 'BATHROOM' and a phone box in the corner. It looked like the room she had imagined up as a child, only better. There was nothing she could say, it was perfect.

'How did you know?' she simply asked, no thanks given or any praise. But in a way, those four words said it all.

'My Altaria can see people's dreams. She saw yours when we were battling. All we had to do was make it.' He said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

'Oh,' she whispered, looking up at the stuck-on stars.

He let her mind wander, and stood there looking up at them too. They seemed so real, like there was no roof and you could just see the night sky. 'We should get going, dinner get served at 8.'

'Uh, okay. Sorry about spacing out. I'm just trying to take it all in,' Misty sighed.

'It's okay; it's a big thing for your mind to process.' Lance laughed. 'Come on, the dining hall is this way.' And he led her out of her room and down through the big doors in the centre of the upstairs corridors.

Most of the elites were already there, waiting for their meal to be served. Misty was surprised to find seven sitting down at the table. 'I thought it was the elite four. Why are there seven?' she asked in a hushed whisper, not wanting to offend the people sitting at the table.

'Oh, there are lots of elites, but not all get to battle. It's like a schedule. We hold a contest here every year, and we choose the four that are the best to represent us. It's all quite fair, and it makes everyone train harder, so it's a good plan in my opinion. We also let very good trainers stay here, and the two there,' he pointed at a brunette girl and a green haired boy 'are two of our three that stay here. It's almost like a training school here, or a lodging home for amazing trainers. That's a better way to put it.' She nodded, taking it all in.

'So, those two must me very good battlers, right?' she asked in a louder voice.

'No, they are both co-ordinators. Two of the best, to be exact. They stay here and before I battle the trainer that has made his or her way through all the elites, they both do a co-ordinator battle to warm up the crowd. They're like rivals, but they get on well. I think… The other trainer who stays here could probably beat me, he's that good. He tells me I should watch out when the championship is held this year,' He laughed. 'At first I wanted him to be an elite, but he refuses to choose his favourite type, and wants to be a Pokémon Master. I can't ignore his choice, so he trains here and has nearly beaten everyone, but he won't battle me. He says it won't be special when he gets to the finale if he's already beaten me before.'

'Wo-ow.' She whistled, her mouth shaping in a little O. The last trainer he talked about sounds a lot like someone I know… he didn't dare say his name, she felt it would hurt too much.

'Come on, take a seat, the food will be ready soon.' He pushed her toward the chair nearest the brunette co-ordinator. She stumbled toward the seat, and shyly pulled it out and sat down on it. She folded her arms and looked down.

'Hi!' said a friendly voice, coming from next to her. She looked up to see the brown haired girl grinning at her, her blue eyes shining. 'I'm May! What's your name?' she asked eagerly.

'Um, Misty.' She said, and gave her a small smile.

'Are you a co-ordinator too?' she asked, still jazzed about there being a new girl in the little elite group.

'Uh, no?' she asked, confused. Did she really look like a girl who was bothered about what their Pokémon's attacks looked like? She didn't even notice how they look, since they all looked the same to her. As long as they hit, she didn't care.

'Come on May, does she look like the girly type?' the nameless green haired boy asked.

'Drew! That's rude!' she turned to glare at him, then face back to Misty. 'Don't mind him, he's always a jerk.'

'I can hear you.'

'I know,' she smirked. 'So, what do you do then?' she asked with interest. 'I've actually never met another girl who's into battling rather than co-ordinating, except for the few elites here that are girls.'

Misty smiled at the curious brunette. 'Where are you from?'

'Hoenn, why…?' she asked, worried it was the wrong answer.

'Knew it,' smiled the redhead. 'And I'm a gym leader, the leader of the best gym in Kanto; the Cerulean Gym!' she said proudly. 'Or at least I was. Lance offered me the place of being a water elite, and my gym isn't going to stay top with my sisters running it…' she trailed off, talking to herself more than the frowning brunette.

'How did you know I was from Hoenn? Are you a mind reader?' she asked shocked.

'Mew, you're dumb. There's no such thing.' Drew interjected.

'One, you're going to hell; don't use the legendaries name in vain. It's disrespectful. Two, there so is. At fairs there's always a fortune booth where they read your mind, or palms, or something like that to help tell your future! And three, I'm trying to have a conversation! Just because I'm the only person you count as your friend, which is ridiculous, because I don't even like you! If your fan girls knew the real you they'd hate you! It's not my fault you're an uptight selfish spoilt meanie.'

'Trust me; I don't count you as my friend.'

Anyone can see they both really like each other. Misty thought, sighing.

'Sorry Misty, you were saying?' she asked the girl, pulling her out of her daydream.

'You were saying, if I'm correct,' she said.

'Oh, yea, that's right.' May blushed. 'How did you know I'm from Hoenn?'

'Simple,' Misty explained. 'Not many contests are held here in Kanto and Johto, so that would explain the lack of co-ordinators. Out in Hoenn and Sinnoh contests are a big thing, so that would explain why you two are from Hoenn, because you're both co-ordinators.'

'How'd you know we both were? See Drew; I told you she could read minds!'

'No, no, Lance told me when we got in here. No witchcraft, I promise.'

'Fiddlesticks. I just want to prove a point to him; can't you play along?' she pleaded, her eyes growing wider.

'Too late stupid, I have ears.' He shot back.

'Oh, go and take a long walk down a short pier smartass!' she yelled at him, then instantly went into panic mode. 'I'm so sorry Mew I didn't mean it! Don't send me to hell please!' she whimpered.

The redhead, having had six months of dealing with crying, knew exactly how to handle this. She wrapped her arm around the scared teen and comforted her.

'Thanks,' whispered May. 'I won't go to hell for this will I? Drew swears much more than me, so they should take him instead.'

'Yes, don't worry they will.' Misty soothed.

'I may act like a robot but I do have feelings! At least talk about me behind my back, it's much better than to my face!' moaned the boy.

'Shut up. I don't even know you that well and I can already tell that I don't like you.' snapped Misty. 'You remind me of a kid called Gary back in Kanto. You might be more arrogant, if that's even possible.'

'Behind my back, that's all I ask.' He said, putting his palms up.

'Thanks Misty.' Sniffed May, letting go of her. 'See. I've known Misty for less that 5 minutes and I already like her more than you.' She shot at the green haired boy.

'Ahh; whatever.' He did his weird hair flip thing and leaned back on his chair with his eyes closed.

'He's weird.' Misty stated, not bothered if he could hear her or not.

'I know. You know the hair flippy thing he does? It's just to tick me off. He knows I hate it, I've told him enough times.'

'Jheeze, what a baby.'

'Exactly my point. And he has this view that every girl is one of his fan girls. I hate it so much! Because, it's kind of obvious I don't like him right?'

'Yea, Mew he's such a jerk.' Misty just agreed with everything her new friend said, just to appease her, and because all May was doing was criticizing Drew, who had made his way on to her enemies list already. Although the blue eyed girl was saying bad things about him, it seemed like this was one of her favourite subjects to talk about.

Mew, she can go on! Just as she was about to interrupt and change the subject, the double doors flew open, and three waiters popped out, carrying around five plates at a time. Misty looked around, and saw that while the three teens were having a conversation, the other elites had joined the table. The three waiters dropped the plates in front of each person sitting down, and left a hamburger in front of an empty chair next to Drew. She wondered why, but stopped her thoughts in their tracks when a plate of chicken and pasta slid in front of her. She hadn't eaten food like this since her travels, and had gotten used to baked beans on toast and the odd take away now and again. It tasted so much better than what she was used to, and devoured the meal quicker than anyone else.

Just after she had finished, a teen boy with a cap and jet black hair burst in. No one except her seemed to care, as if they'd seen it all before. She turned her head to see the boy walking to the seat were the hamburger was left. She had only seen a quick glimpse of him, because she whipped her head away when he got closer, afraid he may notice she was staring.

He pulled out the chair opposite her, which was the one next to Drew. She kept her head down, and peeped up from her lashes. Her heart skipped a beat. It was him.

Thanks for reading chapter 2! R&R if you want, and if I don't update that quickly it's because I'm helping my depressed best friend. She was dumped, and she's living on ice cream. Thanks again!