***OMG Big, BIG THANK YOU to pkmn2112 for letting me know about the formatting screw-up! That wasn't supposed to happen! Thanks again, hopefully it's fixed!***

This one is really short, sorry! But I think it's funny. Let me just say I LOVE cake...enjoy!

Misty arrived at the bakery, a short walk from the bridal store, with a grin on her face rivaling the sun in its brightness. Ash had already gone inside. No doubt he was stuffing his face with sweets before she could scold him; it was just Ash's nature. Food, food, food!

Instead she found him almost napping in a chair by the door. It was a few minutes past three, so Misty was about on time. He gave her a lopsided grin as she entered.

"How long have you been here?" she asked quietly.

"Not long. Maybe five minutes." He chuckled. "Did you find something pretty?" He wondered aloud.

"I sure did." Misty beamed.

"Well tell me about it."

"No, sweetie. You'll have to wait until next week." she replied slyly. It was going to kill him to wait, but the dress was being delivered to May's so he wouldn't try to sneak a peek.

"That long to see you in something so beautiful?" he whined. Misty ignored him and turned to the lady at the counter, who lead them into a small room. It was furnished with three plush pink crushed velvet chairs, two on one side of a vintage, bright cherry wood desk and one on the other. A laptop with a pink cupcake design perched cheerily on top of the desk. The bright young woman brought out all sorts of cake flavor samples with different icings and patterns. German chocolate (Ash's favorite), red velvet, plain vanilla, pumpkin, carrot cake, strawberry chocolate swirl (the bakery's specialty), cheesecake, deep chocolate, butter pecan, cherry chip (which turned out to be a favorite of Misty's), spice cake, confetti cake, even a triple-layer Neapolitan cake.

The couple were practically sick by the time their choices were made. And they were starting to feel the effects of a sugar high, so the bakery owner took their order and ushered them out.

Halfway down the walk to Cerulean Gym, Ash said something the two found so hilarious, they started laughing and giggling uncontrollably, until they had to sit down. They would manage to calm themselves, then look at each other and burst out laughing again, like madmen, for close to ten minutes. Finally they resumed sanity enough to make it to Misty's gym.

Of course, with a sugar high comes always a sugar crash. Once they reached the gym, the pair were so exhausted they crashed on a couch in the office, with Misty on top of Ash, his arms around her lovingly.

"I should have known I'd find the two of you here."

The voice roused Ash from a deep sleep, bringing him only halfway into the waking land and leaving him in a groggy state, too groggy to understand anything. All he knew for certain was that something lay on top of him, holding his weight down. For a second, it panicked him, and he opened his eyes wide. Finding only a head of fire-red hair and a pale hand on his chest, he realized it was Misty, and calmed back down.

"Ash? Misty? Hey, you two, wake up!"

"Pika pika! Pikapi chu!" It wasn't the first voice calling his name that prompted him to rise, but the second, his own Pokémon, begging him to. The human on top of him stirred. Placing a hand on each side of him, she lifted herself up off his chest, and he found himself blinking into her sleepy green eyes.

"It's about time. Do you guys know it's after ten?" They turned their heads towards the voice. It was Brock, the tall rock-type trainer who was eight years their senior and often their advisor. "Come on you two. Let's get you home."

He ushered the couple, with the help of Pikachu, into his car and drove them back to Ash's mother's house, where they were staying temporarily. Delia herself was still out, so it was up to Brock to make sure the two actually got into bed. He only managed to get Ash and Misty upstairs before they flopped drowsily into the bed, falling back asleep instantly.

"Were they ever even really awake, I wonder?" he pondered, watching Pikachu snuggle up into the space between his master's arm and chest and murmur happily to himself. Chuckling, Brock watched them for a few more moments, his two engaged best friends, thinking about how he'd known it would happen since that first look passed between them, over ten years ago. A decade. It seemed so long and yet had passed so swiftly. Quietly he turned and left, closing the door gently behind him.

*** Did that get you hungry for CAKE? It did me...just writing it...gosh. I love cake. I wish I could go eat some, but we don't have any...sigh. Anyway, leave a review if you like! ***