Hey guys! William here. I've noticed that a lot of my veiwers have noticed my terrible grammar and spelling, so I'd just like to say real quick that my suck-ish laptop doesn't even have Microsoft word on it, and therefore, no spell checking. I appreciate the pointers and understand ya'll love my style of writing, or at least I hope you do *sweatdrop* So! Without further ado, I give ya'll, Chapter Six!
If I had jumped out of my bed any higher when woken up by my alarm clock, I would've had my head stuck up the ceiling. I was in my room, alone. My anticipation for waking up next to Misty sunk into the pit in your gut that makes it feel like lead. 'So...it was just a dream...' I thought sadly to myself. At least it was a good dream, or a dream at all. Most of my nights had been quick, dark, and boring ever since I left for Sinnoh. But even as that depressed feeling in my chest built up like an iceball, the sweet aromas of breakfast filled my nose, causing my spirits to lift just enough to get dressed and walk out into the hallway. Misty's house was so neat, so orderly. No doubt due to her efforts. All I had to do was follow my nose and my growling stomach. I found myself in the kitchen, it was small and cozy-like, a small oak table was in its center with four matching wooden chairs around it. At the stove, with sweatpants, tanktop, and a sky blue apron on, was Misty Waterflower. She had her fiery colored hair tied up in that short, cute ponytail I was found to be cute.
She turned around, moving sausage links in a skillet as she smiled at me. "Morning sleepy-head, breakfast is almost ready. Can you please get the cups out? Milk and orange juice is in the fridge." I mentally shook my head, snapping myself back to reality as I got the glasses out and set them on the table. 'Since when did Myst learn to cook?' I wondered, the last time I ate something he cooked up, it was a disaster. She must have either caught me staring, or read the bewildered look on my face, because I heard her giggle softly. "Brock's been giving cooking lessons, since I've practically been living on my own lately."
I smiled. "I should've known. Brock teaching us lessons and being able to cook? I suppose it was only a matter of time before he got to one of us about it." It really did smell delicious, and I really was hungry. I pulled out the orange juice and set it on the table just as Myst brought over the links, eggs, and toast to the table. I grinned. "Wow Misty, it looks like you outdid yourself. It all looks great."
She sat opposite of me, a proud smirk on her slightly flushed face. "Well, it is a special occasion, I thought it'd be nice to actually have a decent meal."
I had already begun to eat, and it was indeed delicious. "Myst," I said with my mouth slightly full. "Just eat, you're talking to much and eating less." It had always amused me when she got a little too proud and started to rant, the blush that spreaded over her cheeks and the bridge of her nose was absolutlely adorable, although, even now, I could never say that aloud. I was never able to. Pride? I seriously doubted it, it was more like a lack of maturity.
"Helloooooo? Earth to Ash Ketchum? Please respond!" She teased from across the table.
My gazed had ended up staring at the already empty plate in front of me. I jerked my head up. "I'm sorry, I must've spaced out there for a second." I admitted, grinning and rubbing the back of my neck, as I always did subconciously when I was caught doing something.
She smiled softly, some small part of me inside melted as she did. I loved her smile. "I was just asking if you wanted some more." she said slowly, as if she wanted to make sure I heard her that time.
"No thanks, Myst. It was delicious." I replied honestly, getting up and taking the used dishes and cups to the sink to wash them off, handing them to her where she dried them with a towel and placed them back in the cabinets. This funny actually, it felt so natural, working with her like this. The simplicity of it both amused and bewildred me. Why did it feel so perfect? Just to be standing next to her, it felt like this was enough to keep me happy.
I must have zoned out again, because my ear was soon being pulled on my Misty. "Focus, poolboy. You got work to do."
My spirits dropped suddenly. "Pool...boy?" The words themselves seemed to taunt and tease me. I followed a all-too-happy Misty down the hall, only being able how she would take her sweet time in making me break my back doing her chores. We walked into the main Gym arena, flashes of my dream on the S.S. Anne flew by in my head as Misty handed me a mop and a bucket of soapy water.
"Get working Slowpoke. I gotta go into town to get some stuff and I want this whole Gym sprakling when I come back." She said as she walked to the exit, giggling at my misery as she left.
I sigh deeply, placing the bucket on the ground and beginning to mop the floors. "Well Ash," I said to myself, my voice echoing through the empty Gym. "Let the games begin."