Pokémon Christmas Bash
Chapter 3: A True Snowball Fight
With Christmas day only one day away, Ash, Misty and Brock were getting more excited as the hours began to count down. Ash yawned as he woke up. He brushed the sleep from his eyes and walked into the kitchen. Misty and Brock were still asleep. For some reason, lately he had been waking up earlier than they had and he had become a little more responsible. Unfortunately, he was still a little clumsy and a little dense. He looked out the window and noticed a new batch of fresh snow on the ground.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. He spun around and saw Misty leaning up against the door frame. He blushed at her appearance. Her hair was down and falling gracefully over her shoulders. She wore a green pajama top with candy cane patterns decorating it and a pair of red female boxers. Her feet adjourned a pair of red slippers with candy cane pillow designs on the top. Her arms crossed over her growing chest and Ash blushed again, mentally screaming at himself for looking. "Well, are you going to answer me, or are you just going to stand there staring?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. You mean the snow, right?" Misty narrowed her eyes.
"What else would I mean?" She snapped.
"Another lover's spat? Can't you guys get through one day without these fights?" Brock asked, appearing behind Misty. He yawned and then screamed as Misty elbowed him hard in the stomach. He clutched his stomach painfully and crawled away from her. "Girls." He muttered glaring at Misty.
"Now! As for you!" She said harshly, walking up to Ash, her index finger pointed at him accusingly. She grabbed him by the shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palms. "What did you think I meant?"
"Uh...the lights on the tree?" Ash said, glancing over at the tree quickly. She growled under her breath but took his answer.
"You owe me a better answer later. Get dressed. There's a new blanket of snow and we're going to spend the entire day playing. I'm gonna get the both of you in a snowball fight." Ash smirked and shook his head.
"After throwing a pokéball for five years, I think I've gotten pretty good at throwing snowballs."
"Yeah, well, after spending five years next to you, I've gotten to know all your throwing poses. I'll be ready." She countered, her eyes playing cat and mouse with his emotions. He finally gave up and stormed off into his room, a defeated look on his face. Brock chuckled and clicked his tongue.
"You two are always at it. So when you gonna tell him you love him?" Misty sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm getting to it. You'd better not drop any more clues. It's getting really hard to come up with things to say to try and throw him off. I really don't need our friendship broken over one thing." She said softly, dropping her arms. "I'm gonna get into my snow clothes. Could you check the shed for the sled and other things like that?" Brock nodded and Misty went off to her room to change.
{Misty}
Bundle up tight
For a snowball fight
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Your cheeks get red
From riding your sled
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Ski down the slopes
As high as your hopes
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
I get a thrill
When I feel a chill
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Picture a scene
A forest of green
A blue shutter cottage of gray
It doesn't look right
Without a blanket of white
And a light brown Stantler pulling a bright red sleigh
There's a season that's neat
If you can't take the heat
The days and nights are nice and icy clear
There's a thrill in the air
When there's a chill in the air
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
"Come on guys, let's make a snow man!" Misty cried out as Brock dodged her final snowball. Ash nodded and ran over to her, breathing hard. She was right. She knew all his moves and dodged all but three snowballs. However, Brock got hit by at least twelve of them by him and maybe thirty by Misty. He, himself, got hit by seven of Brock's snowballs, and every single one Misty threw at him hit him.
"I have a better idea, Misty!" He replied, a devious glint in his eyes.
"What's that, Ash?" She asked, wondering what could be better than building a snowman.
"Let's make a snow mon!"
She laughed as her eyes lit up. Ash smiled. He loved her laugh. "Perfect! How about a Tentacool?" She asked.
"Or a Fridgeotto!"
"Let's build a Butterfreeze!" Ash chuckled.
Brock shivered. "Could we continue this discussion inside? Where it's warm?" He begged.
"Oh come on, Brock. It's cool out here." Misty said convincingly.
"Yeah, too cool." Brock sarcastically answered.
Misty and Ash looked at each other dangerously. "Misty, we got to get Brock to chill out." Ash said, a hungry glint in his eyes. She nodded.
"I know how!"
"Me too!" Ash grabbed Brock by the collar and held his arms while Misty scooped up a load of snow and walked up to him. He struggled and began to shout.
"Wait no! Not snow down my back! Guys, don't!" He begged as Misty dropped snow down his neck and it trailed down his back. He groaned and fell down in the snow, shivering furiously.
{Misty}
Picture a scene
A forest of green
A blue shutter cottage of gray
It doesn't look right
Without a blanket of white
And a light brown Stantler pulling a bright red sleigh
If you can't take the heat
There's a season that's neat
The days and nights are nice and icy clear
There's a thrill in the air
When there's a chill in the air
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Brock sneezed as he tried to warm up. His bare chest fell out of the towel as he sat on the couch in nothing except his boxers, dry socks, and two towels, one wrapped around his middle, the other around his shoulders. He slowly sipped his hot chocolate while Ash and Misty sat on the floor in warm dry clothes, playing a game of Pokémon Trading Card. Misty hugged her red sweater to her body as she turned on her stomach, spreading her legs out behind her. Again she let her hair down and now it was flowing past her shoulders.
(I want to run my hand through her hair so much.) Ash thought, hiding his face, because he knew that if she saw him smiling she would ask why. "Okay, Misty. Pikachu's Thundershock." Misty grimaced as she looked at her Pokémon card.
"Damn." She cursed. "Since electric is strong against Staryu, that means you do double damage and knock my Pokémon out, taking your last prize. I guess you win, Ash." Ash laughed softly.
"You let me win." He said plainly. She sat up sharply.
"Did not!" She cried.
"Yeah you did. You knew that I always choose my electric slash grass deck so you got your water slash flying deck. All of your water types are weak against grass and electric and your flying can't take electricity. You let me win."
"At least you won." She whispered, looking away.
"I want a rematch later." He said, leaning over the playing field. She looked up and came nearly nose to nose with Ash. "Okay?" His breath was sweet like he had crushed a million cinnamon candy canes and turned it into a mouthwash and was washing all day. Misty's eyes watered and she nodded, her bangs hitting his forehead. She really wanted to be able to express her feelings for him without having to worry about their friendship. "Good." He said and gently kissed her on the cheek. She blushed and he pulled away, getting up and walking into his bedroom.
When he left, Misty turned to Brock, her hand rising to her cheek. "Did he...?" She asked. Brock nodded, chuckling softly to himself. "Why?"
"Maybe it's Christmas. By the way, Nurse Joy told me earlier there's a Christmas party tonight. We're all going." Misty's eyes grew to shock.
"WHAT!" She screamed. Ash's door flew open and he ran out into the living room. He shot a glare at Brock. "What do you mean we're going to a party tonight? I have to find something to wear! What time does it start?" She yelled leaping to her feet. Ash breathed a sigh of relief.
"It starts at seven." Ash said checking his watch. "Relax, Misty. I'm sure you can find something to wear. And if you can't, just go naked. I'm pretty sure that'll bring in some laughs." Misty shot a very angry look at him.
"And if not, it'll sure excite a few horny bastards." This caused Brock to get slapped on the cheek. She growled at him and turned on her heal, heading to her room.
"Touchy." Ash muttered under his breath as Misty passed him. She spun around and slapped him on his cheek also. She then ran into her room and slammed the door. Ash gently touched his cheek. "What'd I do?" He asked innocently. Brock shook his head.
"You'll get used to it." He said.
"I sure hope I don't." Ash answered. He flopped down on the couch next to his friend. "I really, really don't want to get used to this." He said.
Misty sobbed into her pillow. It killed her to slap Ash, but she knew she had to do it. Brock was used to getting beaten by her, mostly because he said something referring to the whole Ash and Misty Romance thing, or because he said something offensive, or really stupid to some girl and she had to pull him away by the ear. But Ash...she never liked hitting him. And she slapped him really hard too. Her hand was still hurting. Now she really had to find something really sexy to distract him from the whole slapping deal. She walked out of her room, past Brock, past Ash who was still rubbing his slapped flesh, and out the door. Ash jumped up and chased after her.
"Misty!" He cried, grabbing her wrist. She spun around, a new trail of tears running down her cheeks. "You're crying." He said. She looked at him like he had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
"I know." She broke out through tears. "I'm going shopping." She said and tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
"Misty, it doesn't matter if you show up at the party in a gown or in rags, cause you'll always be beautiful to me." He whispered, pulling her into a loose hug. She smiled softly and enjoyed the feel of his body touching hers.
"That means a lot coming from you, but I still want to get something nice. I'll be back in about an hour." She said. Ash nodded and released her. She turned around and gently touched his cheek. "Get some ice on that. I didn't mean to slap you that hard. Heck, I didn't mean to slap you at all. It just came out. I'm sorry, Ash." He smiled and turned to go back inside. She turned to face the opposite direction and ran off towards the mall.
Later that day, Misty returned back to the cabin with a bag in her hand. Brock and Ash were still sitting on the couch, Brock fast asleep, Ash watching TV. He sat up as he heard the door close. "Find something?" He asked.
Misty smiled. "Sure did. Wake up Brock. I'm gonna go put this on. I need some male opinions." She said and rushed into her room.
Ash shook his head and began to tap Brock to wake him up. "Huh, wha...what's going on? Ash? Aww, man, why'd ya haffta wake me up right before Jenny and Joy said 'I do'?" Ash shook his head.
"Misty's home and she wants us to rate her new outfit." He said.
"Oh, boys." Misty said in a very husky voice. The two turned to face their friend. She stepped out of the shadows and the boys' jaws dropped.
"Wow." Ash whispered, his eyes bulging. Brock, speechless, nodded. Misty wore a green mini skirt with white fur on the bottom, ankle high green boots, a green choker, a red bow in her hair and a spaghetti strap red top that formed a 'V' and showed a little cleavage. It also had a chest line that cut under her breasts, lifting them naturally. The top also had a fur wrapping around the bottom of the blouse. She also had her hair down from its side ponytail. Brock had to fight every urge not to jump up and ask her out, and Ash had to do the same. She was gorgeous.
"Well?" She asked, unpleased with her friends' reactions.
"Yikes, Misty. If you show up in that, we might loose you forever to every single guy in the entire ballroom. You look absolutely gorgeous." Ash said, standing up, taking her hands into his. "Do me a favor and save me a slow dance. I kinda want all the guys to be envious that I have the most beautiful girl in the room dancing with me."
"Oh, Ash. Please." She blushed deeply, turning away from him. "That's rich. No guy I know would ever want me." Ash smiled and hugged her again.
"She's Ash's girl. She's Ash's girl." Brock repeated softly in his head as if he was fighting every urge to jump up. "Ah, screw this." He leapt up to his feet and pushed Ash out of the way, grasping Misty's hands. "Misty, forget Ash and go to the ball with me. Then maybe one day, we can get married." Misty scrunched her brow. She freed one of her hands and slapped Brock.
"BROCK, WAKE UP!" She screamed loudly. Brock shook his head and rubbed his cheek. Misty crossed her hands in front of her chest. "It's amazing to see what one outfit does to a guy friend." She said. Brock hung his head apologetically.
Chapter 3: A True Snowball Fight
With Christmas day only one day away, Ash, Misty and Brock were getting more excited as the hours began to count down. Ash yawned as he woke up. He brushed the sleep from his eyes and walked into the kitchen. Misty and Brock were still asleep. For some reason, lately he had been waking up earlier than they had and he had become a little more responsible. Unfortunately, he was still a little clumsy and a little dense. He looked out the window and noticed a new batch of fresh snow on the ground.
"Beautiful, isn't it?" A voice asked. He spun around and saw Misty leaning up against the door frame. He blushed at her appearance. Her hair was down and falling gracefully over her shoulders. She wore a green pajama top with candy cane patterns decorating it and a pair of red female boxers. Her feet adjourned a pair of red slippers with candy cane pillow designs on the top. Her arms crossed over her growing chest and Ash blushed again, mentally screaming at himself for looking. "Well, are you going to answer me, or are you just going to stand there staring?"
"Huh? Oh, yeah. You mean the snow, right?" Misty narrowed her eyes.
"What else would I mean?" She snapped.
"Another lover's spat? Can't you guys get through one day without these fights?" Brock asked, appearing behind Misty. He yawned and then screamed as Misty elbowed him hard in the stomach. He clutched his stomach painfully and crawled away from her. "Girls." He muttered glaring at Misty.
"Now! As for you!" She said harshly, walking up to Ash, her index finger pointed at him accusingly. She grabbed him by the shoulders, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palms. "What did you think I meant?"
"Uh...the lights on the tree?" Ash said, glancing over at the tree quickly. She growled under her breath but took his answer.
"You owe me a better answer later. Get dressed. There's a new blanket of snow and we're going to spend the entire day playing. I'm gonna get the both of you in a snowball fight." Ash smirked and shook his head.
"After throwing a pokéball for five years, I think I've gotten pretty good at throwing snowballs."
"Yeah, well, after spending five years next to you, I've gotten to know all your throwing poses. I'll be ready." She countered, her eyes playing cat and mouse with his emotions. He finally gave up and stormed off into his room, a defeated look on his face. Brock chuckled and clicked his tongue.
"You two are always at it. So when you gonna tell him you love him?" Misty sighed, putting her hands on her hips.
"I'm getting to it. You'd better not drop any more clues. It's getting really hard to come up with things to say to try and throw him off. I really don't need our friendship broken over one thing." She said softly, dropping her arms. "I'm gonna get into my snow clothes. Could you check the shed for the sled and other things like that?" Brock nodded and Misty went off to her room to change.
{Misty}
Bundle up tight
For a snowball fight
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Your cheeks get red
From riding your sled
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Ski down the slopes
As high as your hopes
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
I get a thrill
When I feel a chill
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Picture a scene
A forest of green
A blue shutter cottage of gray
It doesn't look right
Without a blanket of white
And a light brown Stantler pulling a bright red sleigh
There's a season that's neat
If you can't take the heat
The days and nights are nice and icy clear
There's a thrill in the air
When there's a chill in the air
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
"Come on guys, let's make a snow man!" Misty cried out as Brock dodged her final snowball. Ash nodded and ran over to her, breathing hard. She was right. She knew all his moves and dodged all but three snowballs. However, Brock got hit by at least twelve of them by him and maybe thirty by Misty. He, himself, got hit by seven of Brock's snowballs, and every single one Misty threw at him hit him.
"I have a better idea, Misty!" He replied, a devious glint in his eyes.
"What's that, Ash?" She asked, wondering what could be better than building a snowman.
"Let's make a snow mon!"
She laughed as her eyes lit up. Ash smiled. He loved her laugh. "Perfect! How about a Tentacool?" She asked.
"Or a Fridgeotto!"
"Let's build a Butterfreeze!" Ash chuckled.
Brock shivered. "Could we continue this discussion inside? Where it's warm?" He begged.
"Oh come on, Brock. It's cool out here." Misty said convincingly.
"Yeah, too cool." Brock sarcastically answered.
Misty and Ash looked at each other dangerously. "Misty, we got to get Brock to chill out." Ash said, a hungry glint in his eyes. She nodded.
"I know how!"
"Me too!" Ash grabbed Brock by the collar and held his arms while Misty scooped up a load of snow and walked up to him. He struggled and began to shout.
"Wait no! Not snow down my back! Guys, don't!" He begged as Misty dropped snow down his neck and it trailed down his back. He groaned and fell down in the snow, shivering furiously.
{Misty}
Picture a scene
A forest of green
A blue shutter cottage of gray
It doesn't look right
Without a blanket of white
And a light brown Stantler pulling a bright red sleigh
If you can't take the heat
There's a season that's neat
The days and nights are nice and icy clear
There's a thrill in the air
When there's a chill in the air
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
'Cause winter is the coolest time of year
Brock sneezed as he tried to warm up. His bare chest fell out of the towel as he sat on the couch in nothing except his boxers, dry socks, and two towels, one wrapped around his middle, the other around his shoulders. He slowly sipped his hot chocolate while Ash and Misty sat on the floor in warm dry clothes, playing a game of Pokémon Trading Card. Misty hugged her red sweater to her body as she turned on her stomach, spreading her legs out behind her. Again she let her hair down and now it was flowing past her shoulders.
(I want to run my hand through her hair so much.) Ash thought, hiding his face, because he knew that if she saw him smiling she would ask why. "Okay, Misty. Pikachu's Thundershock." Misty grimaced as she looked at her Pokémon card.
"Damn." She cursed. "Since electric is strong against Staryu, that means you do double damage and knock my Pokémon out, taking your last prize. I guess you win, Ash." Ash laughed softly.
"You let me win." He said plainly. She sat up sharply.
"Did not!" She cried.
"Yeah you did. You knew that I always choose my electric slash grass deck so you got your water slash flying deck. All of your water types are weak against grass and electric and your flying can't take electricity. You let me win."
"At least you won." She whispered, looking away.
"I want a rematch later." He said, leaning over the playing field. She looked up and came nearly nose to nose with Ash. "Okay?" His breath was sweet like he had crushed a million cinnamon candy canes and turned it into a mouthwash and was washing all day. Misty's eyes watered and she nodded, her bangs hitting his forehead. She really wanted to be able to express her feelings for him without having to worry about their friendship. "Good." He said and gently kissed her on the cheek. She blushed and he pulled away, getting up and walking into his bedroom.
When he left, Misty turned to Brock, her hand rising to her cheek. "Did he...?" She asked. Brock nodded, chuckling softly to himself. "Why?"
"Maybe it's Christmas. By the way, Nurse Joy told me earlier there's a Christmas party tonight. We're all going." Misty's eyes grew to shock.
"WHAT!" She screamed. Ash's door flew open and he ran out into the living room. He shot a glare at Brock. "What do you mean we're going to a party tonight? I have to find something to wear! What time does it start?" She yelled leaping to her feet. Ash breathed a sigh of relief.
"It starts at seven." Ash said checking his watch. "Relax, Misty. I'm sure you can find something to wear. And if you can't, just go naked. I'm pretty sure that'll bring in some laughs." Misty shot a very angry look at him.
"And if not, it'll sure excite a few horny bastards." This caused Brock to get slapped on the cheek. She growled at him and turned on her heal, heading to her room.
"Touchy." Ash muttered under his breath as Misty passed him. She spun around and slapped him on his cheek also. She then ran into her room and slammed the door. Ash gently touched his cheek. "What'd I do?" He asked innocently. Brock shook his head.
"You'll get used to it." He said.
"I sure hope I don't." Ash answered. He flopped down on the couch next to his friend. "I really, really don't want to get used to this." He said.
Misty sobbed into her pillow. It killed her to slap Ash, but she knew she had to do it. Brock was used to getting beaten by her, mostly because he said something referring to the whole Ash and Misty Romance thing, or because he said something offensive, or really stupid to some girl and she had to pull him away by the ear. But Ash...she never liked hitting him. And she slapped him really hard too. Her hand was still hurting. Now she really had to find something really sexy to distract him from the whole slapping deal. She walked out of her room, past Brock, past Ash who was still rubbing his slapped flesh, and out the door. Ash jumped up and chased after her.
"Misty!" He cried, grabbing her wrist. She spun around, a new trail of tears running down her cheeks. "You're crying." He said. She looked at him like he had just said the stupidest thing in the world.
"I know." She broke out through tears. "I'm going shopping." She said and tried to pull her wrist out of his grasp.
"Misty, it doesn't matter if you show up at the party in a gown or in rags, cause you'll always be beautiful to me." He whispered, pulling her into a loose hug. She smiled softly and enjoyed the feel of his body touching hers.
"That means a lot coming from you, but I still want to get something nice. I'll be back in about an hour." She said. Ash nodded and released her. She turned around and gently touched his cheek. "Get some ice on that. I didn't mean to slap you that hard. Heck, I didn't mean to slap you at all. It just came out. I'm sorry, Ash." He smiled and turned to go back inside. She turned to face the opposite direction and ran off towards the mall.
Later that day, Misty returned back to the cabin with a bag in her hand. Brock and Ash were still sitting on the couch, Brock fast asleep, Ash watching TV. He sat up as he heard the door close. "Find something?" He asked.
Misty smiled. "Sure did. Wake up Brock. I'm gonna go put this on. I need some male opinions." She said and rushed into her room.
Ash shook his head and began to tap Brock to wake him up. "Huh, wha...what's going on? Ash? Aww, man, why'd ya haffta wake me up right before Jenny and Joy said 'I do'?" Ash shook his head.
"Misty's home and she wants us to rate her new outfit." He said.
"Oh, boys." Misty said in a very husky voice. The two turned to face their friend. She stepped out of the shadows and the boys' jaws dropped.
"Wow." Ash whispered, his eyes bulging. Brock, speechless, nodded. Misty wore a green mini skirt with white fur on the bottom, ankle high green boots, a green choker, a red bow in her hair and a spaghetti strap red top that formed a 'V' and showed a little cleavage. It also had a chest line that cut under her breasts, lifting them naturally. The top also had a fur wrapping around the bottom of the blouse. She also had her hair down from its side ponytail. Brock had to fight every urge not to jump up and ask her out, and Ash had to do the same. She was gorgeous.
"Well?" She asked, unpleased with her friends' reactions.
"Yikes, Misty. If you show up in that, we might loose you forever to every single guy in the entire ballroom. You look absolutely gorgeous." Ash said, standing up, taking her hands into his. "Do me a favor and save me a slow dance. I kinda want all the guys to be envious that I have the most beautiful girl in the room dancing with me."
"Oh, Ash. Please." She blushed deeply, turning away from him. "That's rich. No guy I know would ever want me." Ash smiled and hugged her again.
"She's Ash's girl. She's Ash's girl." Brock repeated softly in his head as if he was fighting every urge to jump up. "Ah, screw this." He leapt up to his feet and pushed Ash out of the way, grasping Misty's hands. "Misty, forget Ash and go to the ball with me. Then maybe one day, we can get married." Misty scrunched her brow. She freed one of her hands and slapped Brock.
"BROCK, WAKE UP!" She screamed loudly. Brock shook his head and rubbed his cheek. Misty crossed her hands in front of her chest. "It's amazing to see what one outfit does to a guy friend." She said. Brock hung his head apologetically.