A/N There will be some editing later for those few minor details, but ultimately, HERE IT IS
btw, Ash and Misty are still in their early teens, so there is no, I LOVE YOU! in my fic. I believe it takes a very skilled author these days to incorportate a good, 'i love you' confession in a Pokeshipping fic. I just don't see it happening, its all so cliche. I mean, of course i love the idea of them getting together, but i just don't think it would necersarrily happen that way. So that's why, if you've noticed, i haven't really had either of them truley confess their undying pasionate LOVE. this is the closest thing so far...so, yeah.
Anyway...
The Last chapter!
Rejoice with me!
"Billy and Tilly will drink half a glass of milk each; It helps them fall asleep faster. And then Timmy and Tommy need to take their baths at 8. Also, Cindy and Suzie need to get their pajamas from the washing machine." Forrest said.
"So that leaves Yolanda and Salvador," He continued. "They're not too hard. They just need to finish their homework before TV, and then lights go out at 9 for them."
"What about you?" Misty asked.
"I think I'll go to bed early tonight, so don't worry about me."
"Just don't get too cozy while we're all asleep," Forrest reminded, eyeing Ash and Misty in suspicion.
" COZY!? Wh-what is that suppose to mean?" Misty asked, outraged.
"But Brock said to make ourselves at home," Ash reminded.
Forrest looked at Misty, wondering if he was just joking or if he seriously didn't get it.
Misty smiled nervously at him in response.
Ash dragged and wrestled Timmy and Tommy into the bathtub, soaking himself in the process. He filled the tub and threw in some toys, although the boys seemed to prefer splashing for entertainment instead. After a series of splashing contests, everyone was squeaky clean from head to toe, including the bather himself.
The boys ran out of the bathroom, half naked with their towels hanging loosely around their waists, while Ash stayed behind observing the room in shock. Soap, water, and shampoo covered the walls from all angles.
It just never seemed to end.
Beep-Beep.
The microwave had been going off for quite a few minutes, indicating it was done. But Misty couldn't get to it, on account of the twins whose arms were wrapped around her legs.
"Ok, let go, I have to get the milk!" She said.
Eventually she was able to hand them their drinks, which had cooled down considerably.
After gulping them down, the twins pleaded to be carried to bed, and wouldn't take no for an answer- threatening to unleash their screams upon her again if she refused.
She did as told, struggling to balance herself while she carried them both up the stairs at the same time.
Meanwhile, Ash grabbed the pajamas from the dryer and handed them to the girls, completing his tasks.
Yolanda and Salvador had finished their homework long before and retired to bed early, on account of there was nothing good on TV.
Finally, all the kids, minus Forrest, were sound asleep in their beds.
Ash tiptoed out of Salvador's room while Misty did the same from Yolanda's. They walked backwards, not noticing they were about to bump in to each other.
"Oops, sorry Mist!" Ash whispered.
Misty blushed at her nickname, Forrest's remark still fresh in her mind.
"Um, no it's fine. Wha- Ash, where's your shirt!?" She said, now blushing furiously.
"Oh I uh, it kind of got wet…when Timmy and Tommy were taking their baths."
Misty rolled her eyes.
"Guess we're finally done here," He commented.
But Misty looked away, still uncomfortable.
"Hey, are you feeling ok?" He asked with concern.
She nodded briefly but continued turning away.
"Where are you going?"
"Just…downstairs."
Without a moment of hesitation Ash followed her, unaware that he himself was being tracked.
Misty strolled by the couch, trailing a finger delicately over the surface as she walked along. Finally, she decided to sit down.
"What's wrong?" Ash asked, taking a seat beside her.
The normally outgoing water trainer had become extremely introverted in a matter of seconds. Her head hung low, her gaze focused on the hands folded gently over her lap.
Instinctively, Ash reached out and placed a comforting hand over hers.
"Ash…"
"Yeah?"
"Please put on a shirt."
"Huh?"
Ash blushed deeply, he had not been expecting that.
"Uh…is that all that's wrong?"
Oh believe me, there is nothing wrong with that, Misty thought to herself.
"Not really. I just…I think it would be kind of weird to tell you this thing I have to say when you're…you know."
"Shirtless?"
"Yeah."
Ash scanned the room until he noticed a single jacket hanging on the coat rack near the door. He wrapped it over his shoulders and sat back down.
"Better?"
"Much."
"So, what did you need to tell me?"
Misty shrugged.
"Tonight was…hectic, but fun."
Ash waited for her to continue. That couldn't be all she had to say.
"And, I think I kind of realized something through all of it."
"What's that?"
"I think- I know, that…I really like you, Ash."
Ash froze. There was no way she had just said that.
"What?"
Misty looked up for the first time and repeated, "I really like you."
Ash continued to stare, but slowly recovered from shock with a huge grin spreading across his face like butter.
"You do?"
"Yeah," Misty said, slightly annoyed that Ash was making her suffer through her confession.
"Wow," he said.
"Well do you have anything else to say?" Misty asked, letting the frustration get the better of her.
Leave it to Ash to ruin a perfectly good moment.
"I like you too."
That was better.
Misty beamed, allowing a small smile to grace her delicate features.
Slowly, they leaned in.
Closer…closer…
Until their lips met in an awkward, but sincere kiss that they would remember forever.
Ash pulled back first, feeling that if he didn't, he would die of a heat stroke- for his temperature must have been hotter than the sun.
"Um, I…" he stammered.
"That was…nice," Misty said.
Ash nodded in agreement.
Behind them, Forrest crouched behind the railing, a hand clasped over his mouth to contain the laughter that was building inside.
"Want to…try it again?" Ash suggested.
Forrest couldn't take it anymore. He burst into a fit of uncontrolled laughter, barley able to balance himself on the step he resided on.
Between breaths, he managed to say, "Oh god, I can't…WAIT, to tell Brock! HAHA!"
Ash gaped.
Oh no, I'll never live this down!
"You know, he owns me ten bucks!" He continued, still laughing in between his sentences.
"For what?" Misty asked, fuming.
"We made a bet. I said, 10 bucks you two would get together tonight. Brock insisted you were just too stubborn. But I had faith in you guys," he said mockingly.
WHAT! I can't believe Brock was in on this! He- they, they both KNEW! I can't believe my first kiss was part of a bet! Misty thought.
Brock slammed the door of his car. He couldn't believe it.
He, of all people, had been played.
He had waited patiently, for a whole HOUR at the restaurant, before giving up.
Afterwards, he had called his closest brother, Forrest, letting him know he was coming home early. But he had suggested that maybe she had forgotten about dinner and had continued the movies.
This had gotten his hopes up again, so at the time, he of course reasoned that this was very plausible and rushed to the theater.
Again, more waiting.
This time he really looked for her. He even went as far as checking in the ladies' room- bad idea.
So he got himself kicked out, and while he was walking through the parking lot, it hit him. There had never been a date. It was all part of another one of Forrest's diabolical plans. What it was this time, he had no idea. But when he got home, he was certainly giving him a piece of his mine.
Eventually, he pulled up to the house. It seemed eerily quiet. Apprehensively, he unlocked the door and walked in.
"Hello? Ash, Misty?"
"Bromm, helmm!"
Brock looked around bewildered, the noise seemed to be coming from the closet.
He opened the door and was shocked to find his brother, arms tied behind his back, and duck tape glued to his mouth.
Brock bent over and ripped the tape off with a swift pull.
"OW! Brock, thank god you're here. Ash and Misty- they've gone crazy! All I did was pull a little joke on them, and look what they did to me!" He yelled, exasperating.
Brock simply cast his brother a knowing look.
"Want to know how my night was?" He asked him.
Forrest's eyes widened. Uh-oh.
Brock slapped the tape over his brother's mouth once more and left in search of those so called 'babysitters.'
After a thorough search downstairs, he proceeded to the second floor, entering the game room first.
He flicked the lights on and jumped back at the sight of Ash and Misty- well, no simpler way put- making out.
He blushed in embarrassment of having interrupted his friends and quickly left the room, and them, to continue about their business.
This was definitely the LAST time he ever let his brother set him up on a 'blind date.'
YES, I'M DONE!
Tee-hee
I think it turned out better than I had planned.
Really, I feel so much better after making those first two chapters into one. It's just like, everything seemed to fall into place after that. And now that I've got this out of the way, I can continue with quite a few fluffy oneshots I've got up my sleeve.
Anyway, please review!! Always appreciated!
