It was early in the morning, and Misty had just woken up.

Relax, Misty thought to herself, just because Ash is here doesn't mean you should act any differently. Just do what you do every day.

She got up and out of bed, and then went on to make the sheets and brush her hair and teeth. After this, Misty went downstairs to make herself breakfast. She walked as gently as possible past Daisy's room, where she had put Ash. Daisy had been bothering her the most lately, so Misty figured if Ash were to mess anything up, he could do it in Daisy's room. She walked down the stairs and into the kitchen, searching through the fridge to find something to make. As she looked, Ash walked down the stairs, but he did it quiet as possible, believing Misty was still asleep. Stepping into the kitchen, he saw Misty, but froze when he saw her. She was still in her pajamas; a white tank top with light green shorts. Her hair was down, the perfectly brushed strands of fire red hugging the sides of her shoulders. When Misty turned, and saw Ash, she shrieked and dropped a carton of orange juice on the floor, causing it to spill everywhere.

"Ash!" she yelled.

"What did I do?" Ash crossed his arms, "You're the one who dropped it."

"You snuck up on me!"

"I did not."

"Well you were just…standing there! Why didn't you say good morning or anything to at least let me know you were here?"

"Good morning," Ash smiled slyly.

Misty grabbed a paper towel and scowled, "Ash, you're a complete pain in the…"

"Here, let me help you," Ash interrupted, taking his own paper towel and getting on the floor to clean up the juice. As Misty knelt down to assist him, it was her turn to not help but stare. His raven hair was even messier than usual. Bed head, Misty thought to herself, giggling in her head. The white shirt he wore looked almost tight on him, due to the more muscular build that Misty had not seen before.

"All done," Ash rose just then, throwing out the drenched paper towel. For some reason Misty couldn't figure out, he had a very accomplished smile on his face. And it was gorgeous.

"Thanks," Misty herself couldn't help but to smile, and she followed suit in throwing out the wet paper towel. She and Ash just stood there then, unsure of what to say or do next. Misty looked at Ash's eyes, and saw them wandering downwards. To her…chest.

"Ash!" Misty smacked him on the top of his head.

"Ow!" Ash put both hands on the top of his head, "What!"

"Can you NOT stare at my chest?"

"I wasn't!"

"Yes you were!"

"You can't prove that."

"Yeah? Well I'm up here. So keep your head up." Misty turned and stormed away.

"Where are you going?" Ash asked.

"To change. Clearly, I'm underdressed."

"But Mist, I'm hungry."

Misty groaned, not even turning around, "Ash, you're not a five year old. You can make your own breakfast."

"You trust me?"

"No. Don't screw up my kitchen."

"But…" Ash started, but Misty was already up the stairs. Ash shrugged, opened the fridge, and to himself, stated "no promises."

Back in her room, Misty searched through her closet, feeling pressured to find something nicer to wear. Ash staring at her chest was certainly not the way Misty had planned, or wanted, to start her morning. It's not even the fact that when you catch a guy looking there, it's incredibly awkward, Misty thought, still looking over her clothes, but Dawn has more up there than I do. It's so embarrassing…

After finding the perfect outfit, Misty smiled weakly and placed it on her bed, changing as quickly as possible. Once she was all changed, and out of her room, Misty was surprised to find Pikachu walking sleepily out of Daisy's room.

"Hi Pikachu," Misty smiled, "I'm surprised you didn't come downstairs with Ash."

"Pika!" Pikachu squeaked happily and jumped onto Misty's shoulder. She scratched him behind the ears and walked back into the kitchen, to find Ash standing in front of a fridge that…had been full ten minutes ago.

"Ash," Misty growled, "did you eat all of my food?"

"Your food?" Ash asked, "well since we're both here, isn't it our food?"

"Do you want me to smack you again?"

Pikachu jumped off Misty's shoulder and walked up to the fridge, looking in for something to eat.

"Pika pi," Pikachu fretted. There's nothing there.

"Great," Misty rolled her eyes, "now I need to go out and buy more food."

As she began to walk towards the door, she felt Ash's eyes on her. Misty turned to see Ash staring at her top, a yellow blouse that was tight around the midsection with ruffles at the bottom, ruffled sleeves, and a red ribbon tied on the chest.

"Are you…"

"No!" Ash backed himself into the fridge, not wanting to get hit again, "I was only looking at your shirt. It's pretty."

"Ah, I'm too preoccupied to care," Misty sighed. As she opened the door, she turned back to Ash, "Why don't you get dressed, since you're done cleaning us out of food?"

"Sounds good to me," Ash nodded as he headed towards the stairs. Misty could only shake her head and walk out the door.

Ash walked back into Daisy's room, the walls painted a sea green. It was a bit frilly for Ash's liking, but he wasn't going to complain. He got dressed rather quickly, and then sat back down on the bed. What to do while Misty's gone? Ash thought to himself. That's when he got an idea. Walking out of Daisy's room and down the hallway, Ash looked to his right and to his left, as if Misty were about to jump out from nowhere. Once he was sure it was safe, Ash glided into Misty's room. The first thing he saw were walls painted light purple, which was actually a surprise to Ash. He had never suspected Misty of liking the color purple. In fact, her room wasn't that much less girly than Daisy's. Now that's even weirder than the purple walls, Ash scratched his head. He looked around at everything in Misty's room. He looked at her mirrored closet doors, her drawers, in which the tops were full of little figurines and picture frames. Ash looked at all the pictures. They were mostly of Misty and her family, her sisters and some people Ash had never seen before. But there were quite a few of him and Brock, and of May and Dawn too. This made Ash smile. But he was confused by one picture. It was of Misty and Tracey, just the two of them, looking quite happy and comfortable with one another taking care of Pokémon on Professor Oak's plantation. Tracey and Misty? Ash wondered in his head, Nah, couldn't be. He turned his head to the right and saw…a vanity. How much girlier was this going to get? Ash looked at the top of the vanity and saw quite a few pieces of jewelry, none of which he had ever seen Misty wearing. He laid his eyes on a silver chain with a silver heart locket on it. Smiling, Ash gently picked up the necklace.

"Pika chu?" Pikachu cried. What are you doing?

"Don't worry Pikachu," Ash scratched the Pokémon's head, "I'm not going to do anything to it." Clutching the necklace to his chest, Ash's eyes wandered to the drawers. Should I? He asked himself in his head. Using his free hand, Ash pulled the top drawer open, peeked inside, and then slammed it shut quickly, frightening Pikachu.

"Pi ka chu?" What was that for?

"Uh," Ash stammered, "there are...uh...bras in there." Still feeling curious, Ash opened the second drawer, although more cautiously this time, but breathed a sigh of relief when he saw it was only shirts. Ash continued to open every drawer until he reached the bottom one, where he found, much to his delight, swimsuits. Just as he opened the drawer, however, Ash heard the door open downstairs. Terrified, Ash stumbled and ended up falling into the drawer. He hastily pulled himself up, and ran downstairs. Nearly crashing into the couch in the living room, Ash stood up straight and gave Misty a rather foolish looking smile. In return, Misty gave him a strange look. Seeing her arms full of groceries, Ash hurried forward and took them from her.

"Here, I'll help you." Ash showed Misty his glowing brown eyes.

"Thank you Ash," Misty smiled back warmly, her cheeks turning a bright pink. As Ash took the bags, however, the silver locket slipped out of his hand and onto the floor. Confused, Misty bent down and picked it up. "Ash," she asked, "why did you have my necklace?"

"Oh," Ash blushed, ran into the kitchen to put the bags down, and then ran back to Misty, "It's just…I thought it was pretty, and you never wear jewelry."

"So you want me to wear it?" Misty asked.

"Yeah," Ash nodded as he gently took the locket from Misty's hand. Opening the back of it, Misty put her head down, and Ash put it around her neck, then closing the clasp. Misty lifted her head back up and held the heart between her fingers. She smiled at Ash, who smiled back. As he turned to go back into the kitchen and put the food away, Misty's voice stopped him in his tracks.

"Oh, Ash," she started. Ash turned around and smiled.

"Yeah Misty?"

She walked up to him and moved her hand towards his back, lowering it. A sense of alarm filled Ash, until he realized she was pulling something out of his pocket.

"Stay out of my drawers." In her hand? A green bikini top.