Songs in the Key of M:
Don't Say You Love Me
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, Pikachu, or anything Pokémon related. Nintendo and their lawyers do. However this fic is of my own imagination and I'm not making any money off of it. For the storys sake, I took out all of the oooo, na, na, na, na, na, na, na and if you really wanna see them involved in this fic, then listen to the song while you read it, k?! Just enjoy!!
Just like the last fic, the lyrics are spoken by Misty to whomever she's speaking to. I didn't put this in the last fic, but it should clear some things up.
Togepi still hasn't evolved and neither has Pikachu.
Ash-16
Misty-18
That two year age difference looks stranger than it did with 12/14!
I settled into bed, Togepi already asleep next to me. The rest of my Pokémon were downstairs in the recovery section of the Viridian City Poké Center. They were all okay, just resting after the three day trip from Pallet. What would I do next? I though to myself as I stared at the ceiling. My dream was to become the greatest Water Pokémon expert/master. Everyday my every thought, dream, wish, every breath I took was about...for Water Pokémon. And Ash too... In the darkness, I flushed. Just thining about him made my stomach twist in knots. What was he doing right now? Thinking about me? Or about his bimbo(s)? I'd thought Ash had been turning into another Gary Oak, what with all those girls around him, following his every move like a herd of personal cheerleaders. But it was just like I'd thought, all they wanted was a Ash... I'd called him earlier, hoping and dreading to see his reaction. I just wanted him to know I was okay, right? His reaction wasn't what I'd expected. Misty, please come back! I...we need you here! Ash! Listen to yourself! You're 16 years old, you need to keep your dream alive and you don't need me to do it for you. I need to persue my own dream now. I'd been so harsh with him, but it was the only way..right? Per what?I'd seen his handsome face grow confused and I felt angry. Persue Ash!! Following my own dream. Honestly you can be so... I love you Misty! He said it with so much anguish in his voice that I froze and stared at him like Psyduck. His eyes were huge and his lower lip was quivering. Why did I have to use the vidphone? I wanted to reassure him, but then the old memories washed over me and I spoke more harshly than intended. No, Ash. Don't say you love me. I couldn't help the tear that fell from one traitorous eye. Thankfully Nurse Joy cut in. You don't even know me. I hung up on Ash, not exactly promising to call back. I snuggled under the comforter and closed my eyes, Togepi's steady breathing a comfort against the hardness of reality. As I fell asleep, I remembered what happened before Ash entered my life. Flashback... "Like, Gawd, Mistay," My older sister Violet snapped her gum. "You gotta check him out!" "Yah, he's so totally cute!" My other two sisters sighed together. Ah yes, another day out with the trio from the valley. Not really. I squinted to take another look at him. I guess he's a little cute. He had dark brown, wild hair and amber colored eyes. A flashy grin, six pokéballs, and plenty of badges. Rok Summers, a fifteen year old legend. I remembered him, he'd battled one of my sisters with such finesse, such flair. Violet grabbed my hand. "You're gonna meet him!" "Violet! No!" Got introduced to you by a friend "Dang," Violet pouted. "Oh well," I said cheerfully, "Time to go home, right!" The next day was my fourteenth birthday. The morning dawned brightly, the sunlight streeming in through my window, waking me up. Today was gonna be big, I could just feel it! I woke up to find three Pokéballs on my bedside nightstand instead of two. "Huh? What's this?" As soon as I picked it up, my sisters burst into my room. "Like, Happy Fourteenth Birthday, little sister!" They sang out. "Check out your new Pokémon!" Violet grinned at me. They looked at each other smugly. Unease filled me as I stepped out of bed, Pokéball in hand. Please be a Water Pokémon, but not a Gyarados! My room is big, but not that big. "Pokéball go!" I cried out, tossing the red and white ball. It released a red beam of light and flew back into my hand. The red light formed into a.... "Goldeen, goldeen." It cried out in it's echoey voice, flopping around on my bedroom floor. "Oh! A Goldeen!" I cheered, recalling it. I hugged each of my sisters, one by one. "Thank you!" Relief flooded my tone of voice. "What? You didn't think we'd get you anything other than a H2O type, didja!" With visions of Charmanders dancing through my head, I said, "Of course not!" "Good," Lilly said, taking me by the elbow, "Now as for tonight.." "What about tonight?" I asked apprehensivly. The next thing I know we're down at the cinema I glanced over at my date, Rok Summers, but the theater was darkening. The movie he'd picked was the Blair Witch Project, being specially shown for us. We were the only one's in the theater. We're sitting there, you said you love me "Yes, I do. I have, ever since I saw you in the Gym the day I battled for my Cascade Badge. I knew there was something special about you." He placed his arm around my shoulders and I leaned in to him, paying little attention to Heather and crew setting up for their first night camping. Twenty minutes later... I shrieked when hands punched the tent in at all sides and cowered against Rok's side. I'd seen this movie times before, but it still freaks me out. "Shh, babe, it's okay. I'm here for you. Your hair is so beautiful." Rok leaned over and kissed me, my first kiss. My lips tingled as he pulled away. I licked my lips and tasted..alcohol. He'd been drinking. I looked at him, but he wasn't looking as coherent as I'd first thought. He played with my hair, curling a long lock around his finger, and kissed it. Suddenly, I felt frightened and it wasn't from the movie. Verse 2 You're moving too fast, I don't understand you "And so am I! And you too, we shouldn't be doing this!" "Aww, c'mon. I love you, what more do I have to say, to talk to you about, than that?" I stood up, ignoring Heather's plaintive plea to her friends' parents. Don't say you love me "How much time do you want? I love you, I really, really want you." He stood up too, his arms lightly on my shoulders, "Let's shag, baby!" I looked at him, utterly horrified and terrified. Don't go there baby "Trust me, it's not my heart that's in a hurry!" Rok leered at me, taking out one of his pokéballs. I backed away, slowly, the floor sticky beneath my feet. It's not like we're gonna get married "Well, I don't wanna get married, to you or anyone. I just want lots and lots of.." He didn't get to finish because I tossed my Sprite at hime. Soda and ice cubes rained down on him and I grabbed my small purse and ran out of the aisle. We were three away from the screen and the room easily held thirty rows, and the room was angled stadium seating like. I ran up the theater, not trusting that the emergency exits at either side of the screen weren't locked by Rok. Why hadn't I taken one of my Pokémon...Staryu, Starmie, even Goldeen. Suddenly a hand grabbed me by my hair and I screamed as I was tossed to the ground. Rok stood over me, Sprite dripping onto me. "Let's skip the small talk, Misty. No one in this theater will help you because they all left when the movie started and I see you don't have any of your Pokémon. Very stupid, very." I didn't wait for him to do anything. I lashed out with my foot right where I knew it would hurt and with the floor being angled, Rok fell backwards, groaning and clutching himself. I felt around for my purse, Heather screaming obsenities in the background, the black and white flickering, making it difficult to see.....Then I found the thin cord that was the purse strap and I grabbed it. From down below, I heard Rok yell out, "Go! Thermal!" I froze, fear making my blood run cold. Thermal was Rok's strongest Pokémon, a highly trained Charizard Rok got from his parents. Ohmigawd, that thing's at least at level 78! Violet's voice rang in my memory. With a roar, Thermal appeared in front of Rok. The huge orange lizard looked around, at Rok staggering against the velvet lined wall of the deserted theater, to me. I felt very small and afraid. I knew it looked bad on my part, like I'd beat up Rok, but I decided to talk to it. "Please, I'm just trying to get out of here, your trainer is drunk and doesn't know what he's doing!" Thermal rumbled deep in his throat and looked back at Rok with sapphire eyes narrowed. "Don't listen to her." He slurred. "She's just playing hard to get. Thermal only listens to me, you joke of a trainer." He stumbled towards the lizard, Thermal's Pokéball in hand. He hiccupped and said, "Flamethrower, Thermal. I w...wwana see a roasty, toasty ice princess." Then he started singing, "Roasty toasty princess, roasty toasty princess.." He laughed, high pitched and I saw an orange glow in Thermal's mouth. Oh excretion, I thought. There was no way I could run, not from Thermal. He was big, plus he could fly. I started to close my eyes from the inevitable, but I saw Thermal turn his head towards Rok and Flamethrow him! He just turned an attack against his own trainer! I'd heard of it, but never saw a Pokémon turn on it's trainer in person! Rok staggered back, his face blackened by the flame. He raised Thermal's Pokéball, "Thermal, return!" The beam of light shot out to recall Thermal, but the big lizard just ducked from it, snagged the Pokéball in its mouth and knocked out its trainer with a barely restrained flick of its wing. Thermal rumbled at me in apology for its trainer's behavior, slung Rok over its shoulder and left the theater. I blinked and slumped into a seat, the stench of singed hair strong in the theater. With the credits now rolling, I sat there in a daze, twirling a strand of my hair, until Officer Jenny came into the theater room and drove me home. It was midnight when I got home, turned over to distraught sisters who cooed and coddled me until I shooed them out of my room. I just wanted to be alone. I looked at my reflection, my hair disheveled, my pants were ripped at the hip-band. I cried, in relief and disappointment. I was mad at myself for believing such a lie from Rok, a lie of quick love. In a sudden grip of anger I freed my hair from the ponytail holder, red curls tumbling over and around my shoulders. The anger still holding me, I grabbed the thick mass and hacked at it with scissors, slashing it off at the shoulders. I hated it, my crowning glory. I cut and hacked and cut again until my anger dissipated. Hanks of red curls lay on the floor, on the chair I was sitting in, on my dresser, in my lap. I jumped up, brushing off what I could see, could feel and stumbled into bed, still dressed. End Flashback Even now, that memory haunts me. I turned over in bed, snuggling against Togepi. It cooed, its face appearing and disappearing, a quick slumber induced smile alighting its face before it settled back into the depths of sleep. The next morning I got dressed and then collected my Pokémon. All throughout breakfast, I thought of what to tell Ash, how I could talk to him. Talking. It had saved me that night in the theater. I looked around, Togepi in my arms, pokéballs at my waist and my pack slung over my shoulder. I saw lots of young trainers, some with their starting Pokémon at their sides. Eevee were popular this year. Finally I saw her and quickly made my way to her. "Nurse Joy," I began, "Can you direct me to a private vidphone?" She looked surprised by my request and frowned. I quickly explained why and she smiled. "Certainly, follow me." She led me to a back office and said, "Please, take as much time as you need Misty. Do you want me to take Togepi so you can have more privacy?" I nodded, "Yes, thank you." She closed the door gently behind her and I could hear Togepi trilling at her. "Someday you'll evolve, Togepi." But back to things at hand. I took a deep breath, my heart in my throat. You can do this Misty. He will understand. I sat down at the desk, the vidphone in front of me, and dialed the number. A green screen with the Viridian City Poké Center logo appeared as I waited. Ash answered, sleep clouded his brown eyes and the whole left side of his face was red. My heart skipped a beat; had he been hurt? "M..Misty? You're calling so early." I noticed Pikachus tail peeking into view. "Were you sleeping by the phone?" I asked. "No, I..." Suddenly Pikachu sat up, rubbing sleep from its eyes. "Pikapi," It said in a slow, threatening way, looking up at its trainer. Then Pikachu looked at me, nodded and said, "Pi. Pikapi pi chu!" Ash scowled down at Pikachu, shoved it off his lap and was promptly shocked. I chuckled when Ash unsuccessfully tried to brush down his static teased hair. "Misty, I..." He began, but I interrupted him. "Ash, I need you." I saw his jaw drop. "Gee, Misty, I don't know what to say to that." I gritted my teeth, "Not like that, Ash." I relaxed and looked at him, so close and yet so far away. "Can you come to Viridian City and take me back to Pallet? I'm at the Poké Center. We need to talk." "Sure okay," Suddenly a laughing Bulbasaur ran behind Ash, Pikachu tailing it, its cheeks sparking dangerously with electricity. Pikachu held a busted, nearly empty plastic bottle of ketchup. Ash stood up, "Pikachu! Bulbasaur! Not in the house!" Mr. Mime ran after the two with a broom. "I gotta get Pikachu before something happens. I'll be there later tonight!" The vidphone link broke and the moniter went black, my reflection in its matte finish a blur of red, yellow and blue. I didn't do much at all while I waited for Ash. I went shopping, played with Togepi and Psyduck, and let my other Pokémon swim in a Water Pokémon Pool at the Poké Center I kept checking back at the Poké Center, but he still hadn't arrived. Around five-thirty, I stopped back for dinner and took it up to my room. I'd left instructions with Nurse Joy's Chancey. If Ash Ketchum stops in, will you send someone to my room? The Chancey had nodded, "Chancey!" I sat down to my dinner, Psyduck and Togepi eating Pokéchow beside me. It's not like the old days. I thought sadly. "Psy yi yi." Psyduck agreed. It was around 6:15 when we finished with dinner and as Psyduck and Togepi practiced small, non-destructive moves, I thought of what to say to Ash. Here's how I play, here's where you stand I started to fall asleep towards the end of what I was gonna say to Ash, my thoughts a sleepy and scattered, when suddenly there was a knock at the door. "Psy?" I heard, but I was up and flying to the door, passing the waddling Psyduck. "Psy yi." I heard it say, but I ignored it and threw open the door. Standing there was Ash, scruffy old League hat on, jeans and a black shirt. I just threw my arms around him, holding and hugging him tight to me, inhaling the reassuring smell of his black leather League coat. "I'm so sorry Ash." I sobbed, I was so wrong about him. Ash never pushed me into anything, it was all at our own pace. I was so wrong about everything. I felt his arms hold me tight, "Shh, Misty, it's gonna be okay. Geeze, you were only gone three days." But he stood there and let me just hold him. PikaJenn's Final Thought Uh, not really, more of "I've always wanted to say that!" Seriously though, there will be two more of Pikajenn's Song Fics. I don't want to give anything away, but at least one won't be from Misty's P.O.V. popular, no, a famous boyfriend, a trophy to brag about. They didn't care about him, about Ash, just what he'd accomplished. Brock would've been jealous if not for Suzy.
You were cute and all that, baby you set the trend
Yes you did oh
What's that about?
I'm not ready yet, baby I can't pretend
No I can't
The best I can do is tell you to talk to me
It's possible, eventual
Love will find a way
Love will find a way...
You don't even know me
If you really want me
Then give me some time
Not before I'm ready
Don't say your heart's in a hurry
Give me, give me some time
Here's what to prove to get any further than where it's been
I'll make it clear, not gonna tell you twice
Take it slow, you keep pushing me
You're pushing me away
Pushing me away...
Don't say you love me
You don't even know me baby...
Baby don't say love me, baby
Give me some time...
