Hi! This is chapter 2 of Awkward. This is still a collaboration with me and egoshipper246!

Disclaimer: We still don't own Pokemon [damn it].

Chapter 2: Getting Ready

Misty's POV

I mean, don't get me wrong. There was a side of me that wanted to just punch him every chance I got, but another side was telling me to be his friend, get close to him.

I liked the second side better.

When most people think of a bully, they think of a big, ugly brute, right? Wrong.

Gary Oak was exactly the opposite. He was handsome.
His chestnut spikes of hair were perfectly unruly. His deep chocolate brown eyes made me want to melt every time I looked at them. Yeah, he was pretty… hot.

I wanted to want to stay away from him, but it didn't work like that. It was like a magnetic force was pulling us together, and I didn't even want to stop it.

So like I said, I was walking out the door. Where was I going you ask? I was going over to Zoey's house to get ready. Tonight was our team's last football game. It was kind of late, but I liked it that way.

Zoey played in the marching band, and I performed with flags on the colour guard.

We had to work it out around swim practice, so we were usually busy, but we didn't mind. I know that I loved having things to do every day. It kept me away from my sisters, which was a good thing.

I did love my sisters, but they always made fun of me and teased me, so I felt better when I was without them around.

I walked up Zoey's porch and rang the doorbell.

Ding dong.

"Just a minute!" came Zoey's scream from inside.

She finally reached the door about 30 seconds later.

"What took you so long? It's cold out here!"

"Sorry, I just got out of the shower," she said, making me finally notice her wet hair.

"Oh, it's fine. So, are we gonna get ready, or am I gonna stand on your porch this whole time?"

"Haha," she laughed sarcastically. "Very funny. You'd think you'd learn that you don't have to ask to come into my house anymore."

"Well, I guess I'm just that stubborn."

"Whatever," she chuckled as we walked into her house.

I loved her house.

It was a two-story house, with a foyer, as you walked in the door, painted sky blue. To the right was a HUGE living room with a small half bathroom in the far corner, to the left was a HUGE kitchen, and if you went up the stairs in the back of that kitchen, you'd find all of the HUGE bedrooms and more bathrooms.

We walked through the kitchen and up the brown carpeted stairs into a long hallway full of doors.

The first door on the right was her parents' room. The next one on the left was a bathroom, which only her brother used, since Zoey and her parents had their own. The next one to the left was her little brother's room. Finally, her room was on the left at the end of the hall.

She opened the door. Everything in her room spoke girly.

She had a dark purple carpet on her floors, and her walls were painted bright pink with lime green accents. The colours wouldn't work for anyone but Zoey.

The sheets on her king size bed were lime green, and so was the floor lamp next to her bed.
"So, what are we gonna do first?" asked Zoey.

"Well, I guess first we'll change and then hair and makeup?"

"Sounds good to me," she chirped.

"You have to help me on makeup though," I cautioned.

I was terrible at doing makeup, despite all of my sisters' lessons they gave me.

"Of course," she rolled her eyes. "I've done your makeup all season."

I grabbed my outfit out of her closet. Why was it there? Well, I didn't keep it at home so my sisters wouldn't see it.

You see, I haven't every actually told them that I was a flag twirler. I just never wanted to. They'd make it into a bigger deal than it is, and I didn't want that.

The outfit was blue, of course. It consisted of navy blue pants and a navy tank top shell with light blue accents and the letters 'CHS' sewn on in white.

The uniforms weren't very flattering, but I had it better than Zoey.

Have you ever seen those ugly marching band outfits where they have to wear those silly hats? Well that's what she had to wear.

We both changed and went into the bathroom to do hair and makeup. We both just pulled our hair up in the back, and as for makeup, nothing too complicated on Zoey, she was already beautiful enough. I needed more help though.

She finished up on me with a layer of blush. I looked in the mirror. I was… hot?

I didn't have time to admire her creation, for she rushed us out the door saying that we couldn't be late again.

We were walking to the school, and it was a pretty far walk, so I thought about stuff. About him.

'I wonder if he'll notice me. I hope he does. I look hawt. He probably won't because of his stupid cheerleader girlfriend,' I thought sourly.

"Hello?! Earth to Misty!"

"What?"

"You were zoning out."

"Oh," was all I could say as we kept walking.

I could see the lights of the field. I heard the small crowd roar for the pre-game performance.

We weren't late… yet.

Just so you know, egoshipper246 wrote this chapter and it was AWESOME! She's so much better than me…

Anyway, this chapter was a good one and hopefully the next chapter [my one] will be good too.

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