Lily arched an eyebrow as Misty hurriedly brushed her hair, and applied some eyeliner and blush.
"So you are preparing for a date. You were asked out by the Gary Oak," she mocked sarcastically.
"Yeah. So what?" Misty mumbled nonchalantly, as she combed her eyelashes with mascara.
"He is probably the most attractive person I have ever seen in my existence. He is one of the most famous Pokemon masters of all time. His grandfather is a legendary Pokemon researcher. He has women following him around everywhere, not to mention the paparazzi that is always one step behind him. And of all people, he is interested in my younger sister, Misty Waterflower," Lily exclaimed in disbelief.
"Hey, it's not like we are in some romantic relationship or whatever. We are just hanging out."
"I am not even sure if I believe you or not. The last date you went on was in elementary school, and the last kiss you had was from Daisy. When you were an infant. How are you supposed to manage Gary Oak. The most scrumptious, mouthwatering-"
"Okay!" Misty playfully pushed Lily out of her way as she went into her wardrobe, and selected some jewelry. "I understand. He is everyone's obsession, and I will probably be pinpointed and slaughtered if anyone discovers us together. And calm down, it's only a date!"
"With Gary Oak," Lily shoved her back, and winked. "By the way, you look beautiful."
And Misty felt beautiful as well. She twirled around, and looked at herself in the mirror. Misty wore a casual, floral dress that draped to her knee, with spaghetti straps tightly weaved into her shoulder. Her wild, ginger hair was pushed back out of her face, just as it naturally was. Misty's eyes sparkled with eyeshadow. As she clacked the high heels she borrowed from Daisy on her bedroom floor, she continued to fix her makeup, or adjust her jewelry.
"Stop fidgeting around. You look fine."
Violet was standing in the doorway, with a novel tucked comfortably in her hand. Her blue hair was pulled back into a ponytail, with a Cerulean City t-shirt, and some loose sweatpants.
"Just remember to have fun, and don't sweat it. This is your time," Violet said.
"As if you have any experience in that field," Lily commented mischievously. Violet elbowed her with all the force she had, as Lily jumped, and in defeat, exited Misty's bedroom.
"So what's the plan? An expensive restaurant? A picnic on the beach? Probably some skinny-dipping later on in the water? How typical." Daisy suddenly appeared in Misty's threshold, a hand in the pocket of her denim jean shorts. "I expected more from Gary Oak."
"Am I the only one that does not look to him as if he is some celebrity," Misty rolled her eyes, as she smacked her lips after applying some chapstick.
"But he just is," Lily piped cheerfully. "You should feel fortunate that he even took notice of you."
"And we will not be stripping and playing around in the water, if that was what you had in mind, Daisy," Misty eyed her carefully. "It is just a date. Dinner, maybe a walk on the beach, and I'm home. It is not a big deal."
"Yeah, sure," Daisy smirked. "Because from my perspective, it seems like you are preparing for a cocktail party, not a casual date." And she was correct, as usual. Misty did step out of her comfort zone with this outfit. She would usually stray far away from makeup, or any remotely colorful clothing. But for some reason, she decided to try something different for today.
"Shut up!" Misty said, as she chased her around the room. "If you say that one more time, I will never tell you anything that happened on the date."
"What a threat," Violet threw across her shoulder, continuing her book. "I am so interested."
"Nevermind Violet! I want to know every description of it. Tell me everything, okay?" Lily smiled.
"Yeah, yeah. I will. Don't worry," Misty assured.
"Have fun, and don't run yourself into trouble, as you usually do, okay?" Daisy said protectively as she placed her hand on Misty's shoulder. "Don't get back too late. Midnight is the limit."
"Relax, I'm not a kid anymore. You don't have to establish a curfew," Misty rolled her eyes as she hurried downstairs.
"I'm just nervous. It's not everyday that our Misty Waterflower is invited on a date," Daisy commented.
"Am I supposed to be insulted that all of you are so surprised that I was actually asked?" Misty questioned suspiciously.
"Not at all," Violet cleared her throat. "Good luck."
There was knock on the door. Misty immediately rushed toward the entrance.
"Someone is excited," Lily giggled playfully. "Have fun, Misty."
"I will!" Misty replied happily as she slammed the door behind her and disappeared into the evening.
"Wow."
And that was all that Gary Oak could say the minute he saw his sparkling date.
"You look amazing." He stared at Misty in disbelief. "I didn't ask you to dress up."
"Thank you." Misty mumbled, as she tried to conceal the fact that she was blushing furiously.
"No, but seriously-"
"I said thank you."
Gary shook his head, and ran his hand through his hair. "Can't you take a compliment?"
"Not from you, that's for sure. You could have told me that this was a casual date. Now I feel completely humiliated," Misty snapped, as she angrily stomped into Gary's convertible, and folded her arms across her chest. Gary shook his head, as he opened the door to his convertible and joined her.
"I'm sorry," Gary smirked, slightly entertained, slamming the door behind him. "But you still look nice."
Misty ignored his compliment. "So where is this restaurant anyway."
Gary started the engine, and started pulling out of The Sensational Sisters' magnificent driveway.
"It's in Celadon City. Approximately an hour drive. It's absolutely beautiful, and the food is delicious. You will love it."
"I hope so, or else this entire date will be a waste of my time."
"Why do you have to be so monstrous all the time."
"I am not sure. But with you, I just am."
"So I see."
There was a silence that seemed to last eternity as Gary awkwardly handled the vehicle, as Misty stared out the window.
"Do you want to continue the game?"
"What?"
"The game. Where I ask you a question, and you answer truthfully, and then you ask me a question."
"That is so immature. No, I don't want to participate in this game of yours."
"Of course you do. My turn. Tell me more about this Ash Ketchum."
"Why are you so interested in my relationship with Ash? You don't even know him."
"Maybe not, but I'd like to. So he was your boyfriend, correct? And you traveled together."
"Yes. So what? This is like an interrogation! I don't like this at all."
"So, when did you discover that you liked him?"
Misty paused. "This is really none of your business.."
"But I'm really curious. If you don't tell me, I'll eventually find out, so you might as well spit it out."
Misty sighed in exasperation. "The moment I laid eyes on him."
Gary was suddenly struck with a wave of jealousy, but tried to conceal it. "Yeah? What else."
"He was absolutely gorgeous, but he had the most annoying attitude. He wanted to be the best, and set down all these impossible objectives that he knew himself could never reach, and didn't do anything to try to accomplish them. But guess what? He did. He is living his dream, and now one of the most famous Pokemon masters in the entire world."
"So why are you in Cerulean City? Why aren't you together with him now?"
Misty swallowed hard. This wasn't an easy topic. "Because he is with someone else."
"Can you tell me who."
"Rosa."
"So why did he leave you behind for this Rosa chick? What does she have that you don't?"
"Everything. She is actually an experienced Pokemon trainer, unlike me, who only specializes in water Pokemon. She is absolutely beautiful. She has even had the opportunity to train and associate with legendary Pokemon. What am I compared to her? Ash would obviously choose her over me."
"I wouldn't."
There was a silence as loud as an orchestra that seemed to last for eternity before Misty spoke.
"Thank you."
"No problem at all."
Gary's convertible eventually arrived at Celadon City's restaurant. He opened the door for Misty and held out his hand.
"What a gentleman. For once," Misty commented mischievously, as Gary dropped off his key into a valet's hand, as he drove the vehicle off into the distance to be parked in the garage.
"I am honored," Gary took a bow as Misty snorted with ridicule.
"That's the funniest joke I have heard in a while."
"I highly doubt that," he winked, as he placed his hand around her waist, and lead her into the building.
The restaurant was an edifice that towered over Celadon City's commotion. The interior was even more impressive, embellished with a classical symphony playing in the background accompanied with romantically dim lighting. There as a certain air to the atmosphere of conduct and dignity, as if every customer had a specific purpose to fulfill.
"How many for tonight?" a waitress asked as she approached Gary and Misty.
"Two, please," Gary answered. "And we would like a window seat with a view."
"Absolutely," the waitress beamed, almost flirtatiously. "Right this way."
Gary took Misty's hand, as they followed the waitress to their table.
Misty gasped with surprise, as the waitress flourished open a curtain and revealed a seat for two, with frilly tablecloth, and a window overlooking the ocean that Celadon City complimented with its' coastline.
"Here is the menu. Take your time!" the waitress smiled, eyeing Gary with interest.
"Would you like some water?" she placed her hand over Gary's forearm. "You sure look thirsty."
"No thank you." Gary responded.
"Any beverages for this couple tonight?" the waitress batted her eyelashes with innocence.
"An ice tea for me," Misty smiled, as she nodded as the waitress.
"Yes, of course," she said while scribbling it onto her note. "Anything else? How about for you, sir?"
"Nothing. But thank you for asking," Gary replied.
"Alrighty! Let me know if you need anything," the waitress said, as she winked at Gary.
The waitress eventually left, after every excuse of hers to stay at the table to captivate Gary was destroyed.
"I don't like it when they act like that around me," Gary said, shaking his head and rolling his eyes. "Shouldn't you be flattered that the opposite sex is actually paying attention to you," Misty suggested.
"It's all superficial. They like me for my face and my body, not for who I am."
Misty almost choked on her own laugher. "Practice what you preach, my friend."
Gary ran his hand through his hair, completely ignoring Misty's comeback. "Whatever."
"Fine. I'm sorry. Continue your story," Misty cleared her throat, tried to control her giggle.
"So I have always been used to girls following me around. I mean, look at me."
"You just contradicted your own statement."
"Hear me out. They get so distracted by this face that they don't even bother to understand what's on the inside, if you know what I mean."
"No, I don't."
The waitress approached the table with Misty's iced tea.
"So have you two decided on what you would like to order?" she said almost too cheerfully.
"Yes. I would like a broiled Krabby, please, with a Bellsprout salad," Misty answered.
"Alrighty! And for you, sir?" the waitress batted her eyelashes at Gary patiently.
"A Seaking fillet," he responded in monotone.
"Of course! Good choice!" she smiled. "And here is your iced tea."
She placed the beverage in front of Misty.
"Please if you need anything, and I mean anything, call me!" she directed to Gary, and tiptoed away.
Misty waited until the waitress disappeared before she burst out into laughter.
"She has her eyes on you, Mister Gary Oak," she mocked as she sipped some iced tea.
"Yeah, yeah, whatever," he said, as he ran his hand through his hair. "So tell me. When guys look at you, what do they think?"
"How am I supposed to know? You're a guy. Why don't you tell me," Misty challenged.
"Not before you tell me first."
"Fine. I've never had a boyfriend before. Or a first kiss. Or any physical interaction with a guy. There."
"I don't believe you," Gary's face lit up with that mischievous smirk again.
"Well, you better believe it because it's the truth. So let's discuss a different topic, shall we?"
"I think I like this one. Very much. So you've never had a boyfriend before?"
"Never. Or a first kiss. Well, if a kiss on the cheek from my sister counts."
"Why? Do you just completely repel the opposite sex as you walk?"
"I guess I was never really comfortable with carrying an actual conversation with a guy before."
"You are speaking to me right now."
"You are different. You are annoying, arrogant, disrespectful-"
"Okay! I get it. So what. What makes me different from all the other guys?"
"I am not particularly sure."
"Interesting."
There was a silence until their conversation was interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Gary! What are you doing here?"
Misty looked up to see May, Dawn, and Iris standing before them, in shimmery dresses, colorful makeup, and expensive jewelry. She looked down at her own vintage smock, and compared it to their sparkling gowns.
"I'm on a date."
Dawn raised an eyebrow. "With her?"
"Yes. Can I help you ladies?"
"I just wanted to say that you look hot tonight. As usual," May winked at Gary.
Misty ignored the conversation, and stared blankly out the window, as she silently admired Celadon City's coastline.
"Gary, I missed you so much!" Iris whined, as she wrapped her arms around Gary's neck. "You never returned my voice mails, or texts. I was starting to get worried that something might have happened to you.."
A teardrop rolled down her cheek just in time for the tragic performance.
"Hey, I will always be here. Don't cry," he cooed softly, as he stood up, and hugged Iris to his chest.
Iris pushed back, and widened her eyes. "Oh, okay," she sniveled, and backed up, slightly shocked from Gary's heavenly touch.
"Gary, come hang out with us tomorrow! We are heading over to beach with Erika, Sabrina, Whitney, Jasmine, Clair, Roxanne, I think Flannery and Winona might come too. And Gardenia, Maylene, Fantina, and Candice. Drew might also come, and invite his friends. What do you say?" Dawn said, as she pressed her body against Gary.
"Sure. Can Misty come?"
Misty's head whirled around. She looked at Gary straight in the eye, almost begging.
"No," she mouthed. "Please, no."
"I guess you can bring her along too," May looked Misty up and down with menace.
"Wait! I want a goodbye kiss," Iris said.
"Me too!" Dawn and May piped simultaneously.
"Fine. Here," Gary moved in on Iris and pecked her softly. It was slow and intimate. Iris blushed, smiled, and sauntered away. She was like a child that you had to care for, so innocent and serene. Dawn was next, as she sat on Gary's lap and wrapped her arms around his neck, and joined in on a passionate, sentimental kiss. Misty eyed them carefully. Dawn was an especially beautiful girl, with her aquamarine hair draped at her shoulders, and sparkling turquoise eyes. Misty only looked at her with envy. Finally, May came in for her kiss. She looked Gary straight in the eye, and without a warning pushed him against the seat, and kissed him almost like an animal, clawing at his chest, biting at his tongue, and smashing him against the wall. She was obviously the most ferocious and wild of the threesome. Gary laughed playfully, and pushed her away.
"Let's not get too carried away, May. We are in a restaurant if you didn't know."
May sat shamefully with her legs spread apart, and her hands on the cushion. "I'm sorry." She looked down, and twiddled her fingers. She blushed furiously as Gary stroked her hair lovingly. He whispered something into her ear, and her face immediately brightened, and she shot up like a bullet.
"I'll see you later, Gary," she smiled mischievously, as she joined Dawn and Iris. Misty watched as they disappeared down the aisle of the restaurant.
"What was that all about," she twirled her straw around in her iced tea.
"May, Dawn, and Iris. Where do you I even start with those three," he chuckled, and placed his hands behind his head. "They love me."
Misty was clearly not amused. "Oh really."
"Yeah," Gary started to lean forward to Misty. "So are you gonna come with us to the beach tomorrow?"
"Probably not," Misty turned her head to face the window once more. "I don't particularly want to waste a day with you and your cheerleading squad, or your friends that are practically just as annoying."
"Why are you being so cold all of a sudden? You were almost human a second ago."
Misty shoved Gary playfully across the table. "I'll think about it."
Gary looked at Misty in suspicion. "Are you jealous."
Misty was completely caught off guard. "What? No! I most definitely am not."
"Do you want a kiss too? Is that why you were looking in another direction when I made out with May, Dawn, and Iris? In a row?"
"You are disgusting. No. I just didn't feel like spectating for the love festival that suddenly began. I would much rather watch the waves lap against the shoreline, thank you very much."
"Sure you do." Gary got up, and joined Misty on her side of the table. He moved near, almost too close for Misty to handle, and wrapped his arm around Misty's shoulder. "You have me all to yourself now. You can do whatever you want with me."
Misty elbowed Gary hard. "No thank you. I'll just have to pass on that offer."
The waitress soon arrived with Misty's Krabby and salad, and Gary's Seaking fillet.
"Enjoy your dinner together!" she said happily, as she strolled away.
Misty speared a leaf from her salad and inserted it into her mouth, as she watched Gary carefully slice his fillet.
"I would have never thought that someone like you actually had table etiquette," she commented.
"You'd be surprised," he said after he swallowed and wiped his mouth with a napkin. He licked his lips and looked at Misty in the eye. "Would you like me to demonstrate? Perhaps on you?"
"Smooth," Misty remarked sarcastically as she chewed on her salad.
"You shouldn't talk with your mouth full," Gary warned. "Maybe I should close if for you with my own."
Misty leaned back. "Do you practice these?"
"Nope. Whatever comes to mind, I guess," Gary laughed as he capitulated, and returned back to his fillet. He cut out a piece, and inserted it into his mouth.
"Wow." And that was all Misty could say for the remainder of their date, as she admired the view outside her window.
Gary held Misty's hand, and lead her out of the restaurant.
"So did that make up for my unacceptable behavior in Cerulean City?" Gary asked. "Almost. But you are still in my debt," Misty answered, as she released her hand from Gary's hold, and strolled down the sidewalk. Gary silently admired how the wind blew her hair around her shoulder, and how her eyes sparkled as she beamed at her surroundings, and how her dress will whirl and fall, as she spun around in delight. Gary couldn't help himself anymore. The desire to touch, hold and kiss this beauty that suddenly fell into his life will no longer be restrained. He has constantly fought against the monster inside of him, to control himself from this materialistic wish. To take this developing relationship more gradually, and for it to not end in a tragedy just like the last. The passionate ember that fired in his heart only burned even more as he closed in behind Misty and wrapped his arms around her shoulders.
"I just wanted to say that you look so beautiful tonight," he whispered seductively into her ear. Gary ensured that his breath will tickle her neck just the way he wanted it to, as he leaned in closer and lightly bit the skin around her collarbone.
"Just what exactly are you doing?!" Misty snapped as she turned around and slapped Gary across the face.
Gary felt the burn on his cheekbone. For once, a girl in his life has resisted his attraction. Finally, someone has broken the spell he has always cast over women that fawned over him. The same trick just doesn't work anymore. The thread was wearing thin, and at last, it has been broken. Gary felt almost relieved at Misty's reaction. She wasn't just anyone. She was Misty Waterflower. She was different, and refused to take the bait. A fish that Gary's hook couldn't seem to catch.
"Don't ever do that again!" Misty exclaimed as she folded her arms across her chest, blushing furiously, and turning away from Gary in embarrassment. Her hand fluttered to the small tear on her collarbone.
And Gary will do whatever it takes to pursue her. "I'm sorry," he said softly, as he went up behind her and hugged her gently around the waist. "I won't ever do that again."
"You promise?" Misty allowed him to embrace her.
"I swear."
Misty lifted up her hand, so her pinky finger was extended outward, as she threw it behind her shoulder. In response, Gary hooked his finger around hers, tightened, and pulled.
"Pinky promise," Misty whispered. And for a while, they just stood there, their hands intertwined, and Gary's arms wrapped around her curvaceous waist, pulling her against him. It was a moment that Gary didn't ever want to end, but time went on, and eventually, it did. Misty released her hand from Gary's grip.
"So do you want to head over to the grocery store to pick up some snacks for our picnic on the beach?"
"I already pulled out my wallet for the restaurant bill," Gary complained.
"A gentleman always pays on the first date," Misty said with a wink.
"Do you have any idea how expensive that check was? You sure are a lot to handle."
Misty shrugged her shoulders. "I totally embrace how I am a difficult person."
"Stubborn is a more accurate description in my opinion," Gary sighed as he shook his head with dismay.
Misty ignored the playful insult. She spun around in a circle, closing her eyes, and breathing in the air.
"It has been forever since I have had the opportunity to actually enjoy myself," she whispered.
"And why is that? Can't wait for another emotional backstory," Gary said as he rolled his eyes.
Misty smirked as she elbowed him. "Daisy never lets me go anywhere. I am always at home."
"How do you live? I can never go a day without going someplace."
"I apologize if I don't have a wealthy grandfather that buys me convertibles and motorcycles."
Gary couldn't possibly argue with that. After all, Professor Oak did benefit from the profit he made from research projects and manufactory inventions. After wandering around aimlessly in Celadon City, Misty and Gary eventually stumbled upon a convenience store. Misty walked through the automatic doors like it was the threshold into heaven itself.
"This is wonderful!" she exclaimed.
Gary rolled his eyes, as he loaded a basket with crackers, soda, juice, and desserts like pudding, ice cream, chocolate, and fruit salad. Misty waltzed down the aisles, and stopped at the freezer. She opened it, and allowed the cold air to rush onto her face, and freeze her entire body.
"Excuse me. Are you buying anything from here?" a boy approximately her age in a long-sleeved shirt and faded jeans asked, as he stood with one headphone in his ear, and the other draped down his neckline.
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" Misty squeaked in surprise, jumped back, and allowed the guy to pull out a water, and place it in his cart. Misty twirled around the convenience store, like a ballerina on ice, she was free, and content, as comfortable as a fish underwater. She whirled, and spun, looking up to the light on the ceiling. As she continued to dance and leap, she accidentally collided into Gary's chest. He jumped back in surprise, and his face filled with relief when he saw it was Misty.
"Calm down," he said with a smirk. "It's only a convenience store."
"You wouldn't be saying that if you were locked in a house everyday," Misty responded mischievously.
Gary shrugged and shook his head, as he pushed his cart toward the counter and watched in amazement as Misty danced down the convenience store's aisles, sliding her hand down every compartment or object, careful not to knock anything over. She closed her eyes and allowed the air to swish over her skin and in her hair. She felt like a butterfly, flying around in the wind, in search for a flower to extract nectar from.
"You sure are hyper," Gary snickered as he closed his hand around Misty's, with a basket filled with dessert in the other. "Come on, let's head over to the beach."'
"I'm so happy!" Misty exclaimed. "I haven't had this much fun in a while."
Gary chuckled and shook his head, as he watched Misty prance out of the automatic doors of the convenience store and into Celadon City. The sun was just about to set, a goldenrod disc that peaked mischievously from behind the ocean wall. The sky was colored beautifully, as wispy clouds lined the atmosphere. It was at the point where the temperature was absolutely perfect. The climate was warm, but just so that when a breeze nonchalantly wafted by, it would feel crystal cool, and wash over you like a dip in the summer pool. Misty inhaled the heavenly environment, her arms outstretched, and her toes pointed forward. She followed behind Gary towards the beach. The sidewalk soon became scattered with sand, and the sun gradually disappeared, abandoning the sky to mourn in a melancholic, heartbroken blue.
"So I notice that you like the beach, huh?" Gary questioned curiously, as he set the basket down into the sand.
"I love anything that has to do with water," Misty answered, as she seated herself next to Gary on the shore, and stretched out her legs.
"That's beautiful."
"Thank you," Misty smiled. "The water is like my sanctuary. I feel free, away from everyone, everything. When it envelopes around my skin, it's like I'm in a universe that is completely my own. Nobody can ever interrupt it, because it's mine."
Gary nodded, in awe.
Misty blushed and turned away. "Sorry. I shouldn't talk about this. You probably aren't interested anyway."
"But I am. You are magical, Misty." He looked at her in the eyes, and pulled her body towards him.
"You think?" she responded, her mouth slightly open.
"Definitely," Gary replied. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and the other on her waist. He closed his eyes.
Misty stared at him for a second. "Nice try, Mister Gary Oak." She grinned mischievously, and playfully shoved him back. "But that's not gonna happen. Not until I have supposedly fallen in love with you at the end of this month."
"You actually remember that?" Gary chuckled, as he ran his hand through his hair.
"Yep," Misty responded, as she listened carefully to the waves crashing against the shoreline. The beach was practically empty, with only an elderly fisherman on the dock, expecting a catch at the end of a monotonous day. Misty stood up, brushing down any sand that lined her legs, or somehow nestled into her clothing.
"Wait," Gary groaned, as he grabbed Misty's hand and pushed her down. Misty was now beneath him, Gary locking her down with his powerful grip, and his legs squeezing her thighs together. He held Misty's gaze for a while. For some reason, Misty didn't struggle. She somehow managed to tolerate it, with the sand prickling her skin, and the breeze occasionally blowing through her hair.
"I'm hungry," she moaned, still not moving from her position.
"You just had dinner,"Gary laughed, as his hand carefully moved down Misty's neck, caressing her face, and groping her collarbone.
"I want dessert," she whined, kicking her feet up.
"Fine. You can have what's in the basket. But only if you do what I say," Gary conditioned.
"Is this another game of yours?" Misty rolled her eyes, as she began to squirm from Gary's hold.
Gary remained firm, and gently shoved her down. He pushed Misty's hair back. "Yes."
"What are the instructions?" Misty asked curiously.
"I cover your eyes with my hand, and I place a treat in your mouth. And then you have to guess what it is," Gary answered in a serious tone.
"That sounds fun. Alright," Misty sat up, and continued to admire the ocean's crystalline surface. She closed her eyes, and opened her mouth, expecting a delicious snack. "And you can't surprise me by suddenly kissing me or anything, okay?"
Gary swore in defeat. "Fine."
Misty smirked, and parted her lips, awaiting the yummy treat.
Gary's hand searched around the basket, and his hand closed around a plastic container, which was filled with strawberries. He selected a particularly juicy, scarlet one. "You can't peak, or else it is cheating."
Misty snickered. "Why would I ever bother to cheat on an excuse of a game like this?"
"Shut up, or who knows, maybe I will give you a surprise kiss," Gary threatened.
Misty silently obeyed, as Gary inserted the strawberry into her mouth. A line of juice dribbled down from her bottom lip. Gary smirked. His plan has succeeded triumphantly. Gary Oak was victorious once more. She chewed carefully, and swallowed. "This is way too easy. A strawberry."
"Misty, you forgot something," he moaned, as he closed in, and licked the juice that ran from her mouth.
Misty jumped at his touch, but surprisingly, didn't resist. Gary scooped some whipped cream onto his finger and inserted it between Misty's lips. He playfully fondled her tongue, as she smacked and tasted.
"Vanilla yogurt?" she tried. "Cream cheese? Sour cream?"
"Close," Gary snickered, as he swiped some whipped cream from Misty's chin and sucked on it. "But no."
"What is it?" Misty questioned curiously, without opening her eyes.
"I won't tell you until you guess it."
Misty's brow furrowed, as she tightened her lips as she balled her hand into a fist, and pressed it against her waist, brandishing the other one menacingly in the air.
"I don't like this game. I don't want to play anymore."
"Where are you going?" Gary stood up, and followed her.
"This is so weird. I don't even know why I came with you on this silly date."
"Because you like me," Gary grabbed her hand, and pushed her down against the sand. Misty wrestled against him, but it was absolutely no use. Misty knew subconsciously that Gary was more powerful, capable. If they were ever involved in a physical combat, it was obvious who would win. "Play with me."
Misty's lip curved into a smile. She pushed upward, as Gary gradually released some pressure. But when Misty actually gained some faith that she could force against him, Gary pressed on top of her, and pushed her down. They stayed like that for a while, Gary entire body practically crushing her, and her hand wrapped around his back. Misty closed her eyes, and enjoyed the mild climate of Celadon City, the breeze wafting against her face, and the warm wind casually lapping against the ocean. And when Misty least expected it, Gary started kissing her neck. It was slow and intimate, and came out of absolutely nowhere. A moan of pleasure escaped from Misty's mouth before she can silence it. Gary immediately ceased, and sat up. The sun was almost disappearing beneath the horizon. It was a beautiful moment, a couple enjoying the sunset on a beach. Some might even consider it to be perfect. Gary immediately interrupted the tranquility.
"Do you want to go for a swim?" Gary asked.
"What?" Misty turned towards him in surprise.
"In the ocean. You and me."
"You are crazy. I'm not even sure if that is allowed."
"Sure it is." Gary reached for Misty's hand. She immediately pulled it out of his way.
"And why?"
"Just because."
And with that, Gary scooped Misty up into his arms, and sprinted toward the water. Misty screamed in protest.
"Gary Oak! Put me down this instance! What the heck are you doing?!" Misty exclaimed.
"Never," Gary stuck his tongue out playfully, and splashed into the water.
"No! I'm not. I won't. Take me home!" Misty demanded.
"In your dreams," Gary teased, as he trudged deeper into the water, Misty still squirming around.
"Gary! Do you even realize how expensive this dress is? If I get it wet, it will completely ruin the fabric!" Misty shouted, as she kicked her feet, and managed to punch Gary in the chest.
"And who was the one that purchased it for you?" Gary joked. Misty remained silent afterward, as he continued to walk into the ocean. The water was at his abdomen now.
"Alright, here goes," Gary grunted, as he hoisted Misty above his head.
"I hate you. No, I loathe you. Not even, I despise y-," Misty was not even able to finish her sentence when Gary threw her into the water. Misty plunged below the surface, and looked up into the twinkling night sky.
She stood up, and splashed water into Gary's face for revenge.
"I didn't think we had to turn to this alternative, Misty. But I guess we don't have any other option," Gary said, as he removed his shirt, and scooped water into it.
"Neither did I," Misty responded, as she placed her hand into the water, ready to send another attack at Gary. The battlefield was open, the war zone available, every man for himself. The ammunition and artillery were prepared, and the soldiers ready to fight. In this scenario however, it was Gary showering Misty with ocean water, and her throwing sand into his eyes. As Misty rained more brine over Gary, she carefully noticed how the water will accumulate over his muscular figure. An enormous water droplet fell from behind his ear, trailed over his neck, down his luscious chest, and solid abdomen. Misty's eyes mischievously wandered to a place where most wouldn't usually look, but she was immediately interrupted by Gary pushing her beneath the water. She wrestled rigorously against him, as he forced on top of her with his herculean strength. Misty's back touched the sand, and it playfully prickled her skin. Gary eventually lifted her up, and as Misty was struggling to remove the water from her eyes, he scooped some water in his arms and poured it over her head.
"You are a criminal!" she screamed as she shoved Gary.
"Would you like to be my victim?" Gary winked as he licked his lips.
"Definitely not. You are such a pervert!" Misty replied, as she stormed towards shore. "This is stupid."
"Where are you going?" Gary asked curiously as he grabbed Misty's hand.
"To where everything actually makes sense. I have no idea why I am even in the water. In my dress!"
"How would you like it if I removed it for you?" Gary smiled mischievously.
"That won't be necessary, thank you very much!" Misty snapped as she whirled around. Before she was even close to shore, Gary pushed her underwater, and fell on top of her. Misty opened her eyes to meet Gary's gaze. Misty was immediately lost in his cinnamon eyes. It was hypnotic, as if she looked away, it would break a spell. And before she knew it, Gary met her lips, and kissed her. It was succulent, passionate, everything that a first kiss was. Misty has never felt this before, a spark that started at her fingertips, rushed through her veins. An adrenaline that began right when Gary's mouth touched her own. It wasn't uncomfortable, or messy. It was perfect, as Gary playfully wrapped his tongue over hers, and sucked.
But Misty never kissed back. She was in so much shock, that she couldn't even lift her hand, and forgot how to breathe. Her entire body was paralyzed, frozen. Misty didn't have to think about the Pokemon gym back in Cerulean City. Or Ash Ketchum, who probably couldn't care less about her anyway, and is probably pursuing his Pokemon journey without her while breaking the heart of one woman after another. She didn't have to worry about Daisy constantly correcting her posture, or how she spoke to the people around her. She didn't think about Lily trying to fix her fashion style, or how she decorated her hair or applied makeup. She didn't need to care whether Violet will tutor her, or lecture her on the most recent Pokemon research project. Because right now, it is the best time of Misty's life.
Gary brushed Misty's hair out of her face, as the kiss gradually became more desirable. He squeezed his arms around Misty's back and pulled her even closer toward him. Misty instinctively wrapped her legs around Gary's waist, as he gently caressed her thigh. Gary licked and played, and kissed the angelic dove above him that has finally accepted his affection. Misty felt the kiss subside, as it became less passionate, and more casual. Gary gradually released his embrace from Misty. Misty could finally move herself again, cured of the paralysis that has completely overtaken her, enveloping her, and allowing her to enjoy the kiss to its' full extent. Her tender feet eventually touched the sand, as it punctured her soft flesh. Gary chuckled as he splashed some more water into her face.
"Well that was fun wasn't it, Misty Waterflower? I never thought that you would actually let me kiss you like that," Gary teased. Suddenly, Misty felt a wave of annoyance that has never hit her so hard before. Sure, she was usually aggressive and sullen. But for Gary Oak to steal her first kiss, and treat it so casually has never insulted Misty more. Misty was a pearl, so delicate and beautiful. It was always something that Misty held so close to her, a piece that satisfies the fire of her dignity. Her virginity; a pure maiden that has never even been kissed. And today, she finally was, and it was so perfect and extraordinary, everything that Misty has so desperately desired that it would be. And in one sentence, it became a shattered mirror, lying at her feet, Misty too crestfallen to even pick up a glass shard.
"That was my first kiss," Misty whispered to herself.
"What?" Gary couldn't seem to hear her. "Can you say that again."
"That," Misty repeated slowly, a hint of irritation slowly crawling into her tone. "Was my first kiss!"
Misty whirled around and angrily threw blind punches at Gary's chest. "I hate you!" she screamed.
Misty couldn't even land a scratch on Gary, as she continuously clawed his skin. She knew in the back of her mind that Gary would never touch her, despite his strength. A teardrop rolled down her cheek, as she made her way slowly through the water toward her victim.
"I will never forgive you for this!" she bellowed, as she fell into Gary's arms. Gary felt Misty clench up, like an oyster. She was firm, and wouldn't open up to his presence. "I hate you," she whispered.
Gary stroked her hair, choosing his words carefully. There wasn't much else to say. He leaned into Misty, as they embraced in the water, Misty's cries gradually fading into whimpers.
"I'm sorry," he said. "I won't ever do that again."
"My first kiss," Misty sulked. "I wanted it to be special." The sun was completely gone now, the sky a canvas splattered with midnight navy, as the stars were gradually revealed from underneath the clouds, each one twinkling courageously against the darkness that surrounded them. Misty wrapped her arms around Gary, and they stayed like that for what seemed like eternity. She realized that they did that a lot. The chemistry between them practically lived on moments like these. The silent, subtle moment where they would hold each other in the most intimate manner possible, yet not speak a word. Misty closed her eyes and listened to the waves splashing against them, and Gary's slow, relaxed breathing. She felt his heart pound against her, and his chest moving up and down.
"We should leave," he whispered in her ear. "It's really late." Misty immediately jumped back, completely startled that he made a sound.
"Right. Sorry," she mumbled.
And with that, Gary lead Misty, walking hand in hand toward the beach, as the water sank beneath them. Misty picked up her heels, which lay next to the picnic basket. Gary picked it up, and squeezed out the water in his shirt that he had stripped off earlier. Misty stepped into the sand, as they walked toward Gary's convertible. Gary opened the trunk, as Misty set in their belongings. She met Gary in the front, as he unlocked her door and she hopped inside. They drove in silence. Misty watched the highway pass by, as Celadon City disappeared behind them. The sparkling metropolis where Misty went on her first date with Gary Oak, where she had her first kiss on its' shoreline.
"So what am I to you?" Misty asked, interrupting the silence for the first time.
Gary thought for a moment. "I don't know," he replied.
"Am I worth anything to you?"
"Yes. You are a lot to me."
"Then how do you not know what someone is to you?"
"I am not exactly sure."
"You don't seem to be sure about anything."
"That is true."
Misty paused for a second, pondering her next question throughout this interview, until Gary spoke.
"Come tomorrow," he said.
"Where?" Misty asked.
"You know where. We are going to the beach tomorrow at Cerulean City, and we are taking a catamaran to the Coral Islands. We might go for a swim, so you should wear a swimsuit. Preferably a bikini."
Misty snorted. "I most likely wouldn't want to float around in the ocean with your friends. Or board this self proclaimed party yacht. Or sit by myself in a corner while you insert your tongue down every girl's throat that is in your field of vision. Or flirt with your perverted brothers that probably have replicated personalities. So, no thank you. I would like to politely reject your offer."
"Ouch, that was harsh," Gary smirked. "How would you like it if I kept you all to myself?"
"That's beside the point," Misty remarked, as she crossed her arms over her chest.
"I wouldn't talk to any other girl except you. And if they bother us, I will throw them off the boat. How does that sound?" Gary bargained.
"Tempting," Misty mocked sarcastically. "But no."
Gary tried to hide his disappointment, but it showed exceptionally clearly on his face.
Misty took notice, rolled her eyes, and smiled playfully. "Fine."
Gary jerked with excitement. "Cool," he said casually. "I'll pick you up tomorrow morning." His car slowed in front of Misty's elegant estate.
"And don't you be late," Misty replied as she shut the door behind her. The dress was still wet, the fabric clinging against her skin. She held the heels in her hand, and her hair in the other.
"Don't worry," Gary responded slickly. "I won't." And with that, he started the engine, and rumbled away, his car disappearing into the distance. Misty giggled mischievously, as she walked toward the entrance, and knocked. Lily answered it, to see a puddle of water at her sister's feet, and the expensive dress completely ruined. She screamed in horror.
"MISTY!" Lily bellowed. "Your dress!"
"Well well well," Violet said, clapping her hands slowly as she appeared at the threshold. "Look who went skinny-dipping?"
"Shut up!" Misty snapped, as she stepped inside. "We just swam around in the ocean, that's all."
"Right," Violet said, completely disbelieving Misty's statement.
"Hurry up and shower," Daisy called from the kitchen. "And don't stay up too late, alright?"
"Okay, okay," Misty replied, shaking her head, dropping her heels to the floor, and hurrying upstairs toward the bathroom. She opened the door, and slammed it behind her. As she turned on the shower, and allowed the warm water to sprinkle against her hand, she thought about how Gary kissed her today in the ocean. As she stripped off her dress, and stepped into the shower, she became confused about whether Gary genuinely loved her, or if she was just another toy to be broken and discarded. She scrubbed her naturally wild, ginger hair with shampoo and conditioner, and rinsed it thoroughly with water. Misty carefully stepped out of the shower case, and wrapped her body in a towel, gingerly drying her hair. As she exited the bathroom, and leapt into bed, she recalled what had just happened today.
Alrighty, let's see. She went to an expensive restaurant with Gary Oak that he happily paid for. She jumped into the water with Gary Oak, swimming around, practically like children. She wrestled around with Gary Oak. Gary Oak seductively fed her strawberries and cream. Gary Oak passionately kissed her underwater. She awkwardly sat in Gary Oak's slick convertible, and probably wet his seat with her dress. Misty blushed furiously at the thought. And tomorrow, he will be waiting for her, expecting her to show up in a revealing bikini to join his equivalently wealthy, annoying friends, partying the night away on some quality catamaran. Misty looked out her window, fidgeting around in her bed, and enjoyed the view that borderlined Cerulean City's magnificent coast. The ocean was so peaceful, the surface smooth and tranquil. The waves lapped clumsily against the shore, with the moon's reflection spilled over the water as if it was a mirror, the scene perfectly symmetrical, and the ocean its' horizon. Misty watched as the scintillating commotion in Cerulean City gradually subsided. For once, Misty's world was balanced and content. With a heavy sigh, she turned over and fell into a slumber, pleasurably replaying to herself the underwater kiss with the boy that she is subconsciously falling in love with.