AIYIYIYI! I'M BAAACK! :D
Don't know why I'm insane; don't really care. Enjoy! :)
Disclaimer: Nothing in this story belongs to me except the Spearow- even that is a lie!
Clack. Clack. Clack. A Spearow battered the glass window with its beak, wondering what this translucent barrier was for. It rapped the window smartly a few more times before deciding that it was useless, flying away and leaving a stirring red-haired Gym Leader in the bed.
Misty yawned and stretched in the comfortable guest room bed. When she rolled over to look at the alarm clock next to her bed, she noted with some belated alarm that it was eleven thirty in the morning. "Brock, why didn't you wake me up?" she demanded, smacking the side that Brock should have been on.
Should have been on- Misty's hand met empty air before smacking the springy mattress of the guest room bed. "Ugh." She got up, feeling her toes curl as she did some toe stretches. "Of course, he would get up and not wake me up," she grumbled, grabbing a fallen pillow off the floor.
As she approached the ajar door, she smelled fried eggs and bacon wafting up from the kitchen a floor below. Along with that, she heard a familiar earthy voice speaking with another lower, softer male voice. Green's up, she noted, remembering that the younger man had always gotten up at eight the past few days he had been here.
There was the clinking of coffee mugs, the sizzle of something frying in the pan, and then Green's voice drifted up to Misty's ears. "Are you going to do it today?"
"I suppose." Brock sounded doubtful, trepidation evident in his tone. "I don't know how she's going to take it though."
Take what? Misty halted her descent downstairs and listened in on the conversation.
"It's about time- it's been coming since I saw you two."
"You're a big help, Green. I would never have the courage to do it if you weren't… well, if you weren't the support you were."
Misty gulped as she felt a shiver run down her back. They weren't seriously talking about what she thought they were talking about, were they?
Brock continued on, his tone still anxious. "I mean, I've known for the last few months that I had to do it, but I've never actually thought about it."
There was a pause, and then Green's low tone filtered back up to Misty's ears. "She'll be fine. Just do it. Save her the torture."
That was it. Misty couldn't handle the thought of their imminent breakup anymore. She flew into the kitchen, her face slightly pink. "Hey guys," she said a little too quickly, her foot colliding gracefully with the island in her kitchen. "What are you doing?"
"Talking," Brock answered too easily. He handed her a plate of eggs sunny side up and two slices of bacon. "I made breakfast," he said happily.
Why would you do that if you were going to break up with me? Misty screamed in her mind, but instead she took the proffered plate with a weak smile. "Thanks," she managed in an otherwise cool tone. She forced herself to turn to the army jacket-clad boy lounging on the chair next to her. "So, Green, what are your plans for today?"
Green swirled his coffee thoughtfully. "I wasn't really sure. I was just going to wander around the city again. I didn't get the full sights yesterday." He got off the bar stool. "Now that you mention it, do you know of any good coffee places around Cerulean?"
In a daze, Misty got a pad of paper and scribbled down the address of her favorite place, tearing the piece of paper off and handing it to the stoic Gym Leader. She was so caught up in her tortured thoughts that she only nodded when Brock told her where they were going to lunch- all she could really think about was What on earth did I do wrong?
..
"Oy, what's wrong with you?" Brock waved a hand in front of Misty's face. The Water-type Gym Leader came back to herself, blinking rapidly.
"Oh," she said quietly. "Nothing much. Just… thinking about us, you know."
Brock took that as his cue. "Yeah…" he said slowly, his heart beating rapidly. "About that."
Misty looked down, twiddling her fingers.
Brock cleared his throat. "Misty. We've been together for a long time now, and I think we need to… change. You know. Do something different."
Misty chose not to speak. Her eyes were welling up and she was blinking rapidly just so Brock wouldn't have the privilege of seeing them fall.
Her boyfriend kept right on talking. "I mean, I don't want to be your boyfriend any more, you know?"
And there it was. Misty let out a tiny gasp. She couldn't believe that he had simply said the words outright; where on earth was his usual tact?
He stood up, and she assumed that he was going to go. Instead, he walked over, knelt down on one knee and cupped her face in one hand while pulling out a tiny velvet box with his other. "I don't want to be your boyfriend anymore," he said softly, "because I want to be your husband. Misty Waterflower, will you do the amazing honor- even though I might not deserve it- of marrying me?"
And that was the last straw. Misty burst into tears, leaving a very bewildered Brock- and her emotional outburst alarmed restaurant security as they rushed over to see what was wrong.
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An hour later, Green walked into the restaurant, a brown haired girl tailing right behind him. He approached the two Gym Leaders he had been staying with, a questioning expression written on his face- both Gym Leaders had their arms folded and weren't looking at each other, after all. He made awkward introductions for Blue and the other two; he looked at Brock, who shifted in his seat without making eye contact.
"So… what happened?" he asked, pulling out a chair for Blue before sitting down himself. He glanced at Brock, who appeared to be counting the Clefairys painted on the ceiling.
"Well," Misty said in what sounded like the iciest tone alive, "Brock asked me to marry him."
No response. Nobody seemed eager to add to that statement, so Green leaned forward in his seat. "And…?" he prompted.
Brock took the tiny velvet box out of his pocket and tossed it at Green. "Look at it and tell me yourself," he said in a neutral tone.
Green raised an eyebrow as he cracked the box open. Inside lay blue velvet and… nothing. The ring slot was empty. "It's empty," he said, confusion making its way into his tone.
He looked up to find both the Gym Leaders grinning with the biggest grins he had seen in…forever. "That's because I'm wearing it!" Misty squealed, bringing her hand up to show both Green and Blue the small sapphire ring she wore on her slender fingers.
"She said yes, in case anyone is still confused," Brock added, his face exuding pure joy.
Green exhaled, a sigh that spoke of some relief. "You had me there for a moment," he admitted. He smiled- actually smiled- at both his senior Gym Leaders. "Congratulations. I'm happy for you."
Blue leaned forward, already chattering excitedly with Misty about the ring and the engagement and the marriage and the ceremony and- Brock tuned out at that point, because he was sure that he would be hearing that for a while. He clapped Green on the shoulders. "Fixed things up, I see?" he asked, nodding at Blue.
The corners of Green's mouth defied gravity for the second time that day as a small smile tugged at his lips. "Maybe," he answered vaguely. "It's too soon to tell."
The Rock-type Gym Leader smiled before leaning back and watching the scene contentedly. Life couldn't get much better than this, he thought.
After all, he figured, all's well that ends well.
WOOO! YEAH! DONE WITH MY FIRST… no wait, that's not my first. Either way, this is one of the few multi-chapter fics I've ever actually completed- I just don't have the attention span to finish what I started. (So bad, I know.)
Anyway. Reviews will be tolerated- free speech is important to this author :]