Misty's Decision
Chapter 3
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon!
Misty was in pale-pink pajamas as she walked into the Ketchum kitchen to get a glass of milk. The rest of the day had been...tolerable. The only thing that really bothered her was the way she always got tongue-tied around Ash. With frustration, she opened the refrigerator, grabbed the milk carton and slammed the door a little too hard. The glass was already halfway full when she heard footsteps behind her. Deftly, she took the glass of milk and flung the contents at whoever was behind her. It wasn't until she heard the muffled yelp of shock that she knew who it was.
The white milk was a complete contrast to his dark hair, his dark eyes were mutinous and he looked like he was about to blow. It wasn't until that moment that Misty noticed that Ash was actually taller than her now; he'd really grown up. He glared down at her, milk dripping into his eyes.
"Misty, what's the matter with you? It's only me!" Ash hissed, angrily.
She was about to grovel at his feet when an old part of herself told her otherwise. "Serves you right, sneaking up on people. Next time let someone know you're in the room beforehand!" she hissed right back. Misty was about to leave the kitchen when he stopped her by grabbing her arm. Misty blushed in embarrassment. I'm going to melt right here!
"Oh no, you don't. You're going to help me clean this up since it's partly your fault!" he growled. "Clean up this milk puddle with some of the towels from the hallway closet. I'll mop up the floor when you're done." Misty nodded primly, headed toward the hallway closet and grabbed an armful of towels. It only took her fifteen minutes to clean up the milk and stuff them into the washer. When she came back to the kitchen Ash was already mopping floor, diligently.
Grinning, Misty leaned against the kitchen counter and crossed her arms while she stared at him mopping the floor. She barely kept herself from laughing when she noticed the lactose in the milk had hardened the tips of his hair, making his scalp look greasy. He was definitely going to have to take a shower tonight. He caught her watching him so she looked down, embarrassed. In the next thirty minutes they worked together in awkward silence. When they were finally finished they couldn't meet each others eyes.
"I'm sorry for throwing that milk on you," Misty apologized, "I just didn't know who it was. I kind of get nervous in the dark." She bit her bottom lip and looked down at the now clean linoleum floor. How could I have been so stupid?
Ash sighed and mumbled, "No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have snuck up on you like that. I wasn't thinking." He shifted from foot to foot, avoiding her eyes. He looked handsome in a non-elegant, blundering, boy-next-door kind of way.
Misty smiled inwardly, "You might want to wash your hair. The milk is making it stiff and greasy." She started making her way out of the kitchen when he grabbed her and swiftly pulled her to him. She lost her balance and he had to catch her before she landed on her face. When Misty looked up she noticed their noses were only an inch apart and their breath mingled. Misty's head swam and she became very confused. What is he doing?
"I've been wanting to do this for a while now," he whispered. Ash looked into her eyes hesitantly, wondering if he should kiss her or not. Then his lips met hers and he kissed her softly, carefully. That is until Misty whispered his name and he decided to pull away. Abashment was what Misty saw in Ash's eyes when he dashed out of the kitchen.
Misty grabbed the chair nearest to her and sat herself on it, trying to catch her breath. She could still taste him on her lips. He had tasted like mint and chocolate. He had smelled of hickory wood and nature. He had tasted exactly like she'd had thought he would. Of course, she had made a fool of herself by letting her hormones get in the way. He was probably making fun of her right now. Misty got up from her seat and walked over to her bed in the living room. Then she cried herself to sleep, because of her foolishness.
Author's Note: Necessary changes were made to this chapter, because of my dissatisfaction for the original.