Chapter seven: Misty's wait

Okay even Misty hadn't calculated this turn of events, she'd expected Ash and Casey to last no longer than a week or two. She even sabatoged a few of their dates to make sure that was to happen, but apparently things don't like to go her way because this weekend was gonna be Ash and Casey three month anniversary. So here she was at the Cerulean Bar where she leaned her head on the counter gulping down whatever the bartender gave her.

"'Nother beer please," she slurred holding up her giant mug.

"Geez Misty you alright?" the bartender asked. "You've been coming here the last few weeks and doin' nothin' but drinkin' til one o' yer buddies come to take you home."

"Listen here Mmmmmikey! I don' need ya to tell me how ta do whatever it is I do I juss need a drink 'kay?" Misty said glaring at him with her half lidded eyes.

"Okay you got it," Mikey said taking her mug to refill it.

Meanwhile back at the apartment Ash and Brock were conversating while Casey happily sat on the couch and watched Jersey Shore. "So whaddya think Brock?" Ash asked on a Thursday night, he'd just gotten off work early today so he had a lot more time to kill. Boss wasn't as big a prick to him anymore, probably because Ash stopped complaining about everything, Gipered gave them a raise and if Ash didn't know any better he'd say that mountain of crap was actually getting smaller. Oh and let's not forget he's got a smokin' hot girlfriend, yep life couldn't get any better than this. So why do I feel like I'm incomplete? Ash thought to himself. He looked over at the couch where he saw a familiar blonde watching her favorite TV show, he smiled at Casey and turned back to Brock. "Like I said I wanna take her somewhere special," Ash said quietly so Casey wouldn't hear.

"Mmmhm," Brock didn't seem all too enthusiastic about whatever the hell Ash was up to.

"Are you even listening?" Ash asked.

"Look Ash," Brock sighed. "I'm not too sure how I should say this, but I could care less whatever the hell you do to make her feel happy."

Ash looked a bit taken aback, that was kind of cold for Brock to say. Just what the hell has him so ticked off? "Jeez Brock if you didn't want to help you coulda just said so," Ash told him. Again Brock sighed.

"Sorry Ash." he apologized. "I'm happy for you, really I am, but I just can't help but worry about-"

The door flew open revealing a staggering Misty carrying a huge bottle of half full (A/N: or is it half empty?) bottle of vodka. "…Misty?"

"Don' mind me I was juss passin' through," Misty slurred. She then turned to Ash and broadly smiled. "Well hey there sexy I didn't notice ya there, I-" She then stumbled and fell right into Ash's arms still wearing that gigantic smile on her face. Ash sniffed Misty as his face srunched up.

"Misty are you..are you drunk?"

"Nah I'm juss….I'm juss…." Misty couldn't seem to find the right words. "I'm juss drunk that's….that's all."

She tried to take another swig of vodka but Brock quickly swiped it away. "Damn it Misty I told you to stop drinking so much!" Brock said.

"This isn't the first time she's done this?" Ash asked Brock who shook his head.

"She's been going to the bar every single day for like a month," Brock explained. "Usually she passes out and I have to pick her up, this is actually the first time she came home by herself."

"I toldja I could do it Brrrock!" Misty spat drunkenly. "I'm a big kid now, I can take care of myself!"

She tried swiping her bottle back but Brock placed it on top of the counter. "Take her to her room," Brock ordered. Ash nodded and picked Misty up bridal style as he walked her into her room, Pikachu and Alora appeared at his feet wondering what was going on. "Misty's a little sick," Ash told them.

If by sick you mean-

"Alora!" Ash warned.

Alora rolled her eyes as she and Pikachu scurried back into the living room. Ash closed the door, flicked on the lights and placed his best friend of 6 years onto the bed. "Thank ya Ash, yer a real pal." Misty said smiling.

"Anytime Mist," Ash said getting up to leave, but then he was pulled back down by Misty.

"No I mean it," Misty said softly. "You're like the greatest guy I know, and I know a lotta great guys, but you've got somethin' no one else I know has."

That made Ash turn a slight red as he shook Misty off of him and faced her. "Ash….I….." Misty said softly as she touched his cheek. "I….love you…."

Ash's heart began racing when he heard that, he didn't say anything at all he just began to lean in slowly. All the logic in his brain was telling him to stop, but that one organ that supposedly controlls your emotions told him to keep going. Soon he found his lips attatched to hers for the second time in his entire life, and although she tasted like strong liquior Ash enjoyed every part of the kiss. When Misty's tounge grazed Ash's lips he granted her access, when she wrapped her arms around his neck he responded by placing his around her waist. Everything about the kiss seemed so perfect, so right, but when reality finally punched Ash in the face he immediately parted.

"M-Misty," he said franctically. "I-I'm sorry I didn't mean…."

Ash stopped when he heard light snores, he looked down and saw that Misty had somehow fallen asleep. Ash couldn't help but chuckle as he did the honors of tucking Misty in, he kissed her forehead and flicked off the lights before saying "Goodnight Mist."

The next morning Misty awoke with a horrible headache, her vision was a bit blurred and her memory was definitly shot. Guess Brock took me home again, she thought. She came out of her room and sluggishly walked into the bathroom to take her early shower. Once all that was done she decided to steal more of Ash's clothes (wearing his boxers, t-shirt and sweatpants) and soon found herself raiding the fridge for some breakfast. Right as she whipped out her trusty box of Cap'n Crunch she saw something that almost made her barf on the couch, she glared at both Ash and Casey who were happily sleeping with Casey on top of Ash wearing practically nothing and Ash under her without a shirt. Misty's anger suddenly began building up as the box of cereal she clutched got crushed, quickly she tossed down the cereal box and went back to the fridge searching for something, she then grabbed her trusty bottle of "medicine" and began quickly gulping it down.

"It's a bit too early for that," came the voice of Brock.

Misty finished off the bottle and slammed it on the counter. "Not now Brock," she growled wiping her mouth.

"Misty I understand," Brock said to her. "But this isn't going to solve anything, you-"

"Then what will?" Misty nearly screeched. "What's gonna help me then? Obviously your plan didn't work!"

"Look!" Brock was now raising his voice, something he rarely did to Misty. "You can't keep drinking all your troubles away, you're gonna get sick if you keep drinking nothing but alcohol!" He put his hands on her shoulders. "Last night you made a fool of yourself, you came home completely drunk." Misty was a little shocked. "You came home reeking of liquior, you made yourself look like an idiot." Brock told her harshly. "I wonder what Ash thinks of you now?"

Tears began rolling down Misty's eyes, she never thought it would escalade into this. "I-I'm sorry," Misty said. "I just can't deal with this anymore!"

She then ran out of the house slamming the door hard, Brock wanted to go after her but Ash began to stir a bit. "Wazzal the noise?" he asked.

"It's Misty," Brock sighed. "Ash….we need to talk."

Misty walked along the streets of Cerulean in complete depression, she'd never felt this sad in her entire life. Thoughts like "Why was I even born" and "I should just get out of everyone's life" were going through her mind, thoughts like this never even crossed her mind until today. It was a rather cold winter morning, snow was on the ground from last night and yet Misty still sat on the park bench wearing nothing but a t-shirt and some sweat pants. She didn't care if she caught her death right here, anything was better than what she was going through right now. "Why?" she said softly while tears continue running down her eyes. "It's not fair, Ash should be mine." She knew she sounded horribly selfish at the moment, but she didn't care. She knew Ash since he was ten years old, she travelled with him for 2 years, she was the one who was there to cheer up Ash when he was sad or cheer him on when he was battling. It just wasn't fair. Misty left the park bench and found herself in her favorite place, Cerulean Bar.

"Bye Ashy-poo!" Casey said as she left the house. Ash waved goodbye to his girlfriend then turned to Ash.

"So, what's up Brock?" Brock motioned for Ash to sit on the couch with him.

"Okay," Brock said once Ash had sat down. "Have you noticed Misty acting a bit….strange lately?"

"Besides getting drunk and falling out all over the house?" Ash asked. "Yeah I actually have, she's been rather distant from me lately. I mean usually we'd spend some time arguing, hanging out, and arguing. The last time we even argued was a good three months ago."

"Well the reason Misty's been so distant is because of Casey." Brock told him bluntly.

"Casey?" Ash was confused. "What is she threatened by Casey or something?"

Brock shook his head at Ash's denseness. "Ash," he couldn't help but chuckle at how stupid he was. "I wanted to let Misty tell you this herself, but apparently she thinks drinking can solve the problem. Ash, Misty's is deeply, passionately, hopelessly in love with you."

There it was again, that feeling in Ash's chest. It was like his heart was moving twice as fast as normal, his hands were getting sweaty, his knees were starting to shake slightly. "W-What?" Ash said. "Misty….in love…..with me?"

"Yes, she told me so herself." Brock told him seriously. "In her own way of course, but nevertheless she loves you Ash."

"So that wasn't just the alcohol talking…." Ash thought out loud.

"Wait, what?" Brock asked. "She's already told you this before?"

Ash wasn't listening, he'd already stood up and was about to leave. "Sorry Brock I gotta go," Ash said throwing his coat and hat on. "Where do you think Mist would be at right now?"

"Probably at the bar-..hey! What're you doing?" Ash swiped Brock's keys off the counter.

"Borrowing your car, I promise to bring it back!" Ash said.

"But you don't-" the door slammed shut. "-…have your licsense."

"The usual," Misty sighed sitting down on her favorite stool.

"Alright Misty," Mikey said as he walked back to get Misty's drink. Misty put her head in her folded arms thinking about nothing but Ash, that's when she felt someone tap her shoulder. "What's a beautiful lady like you doing here?"

"Beat it before I beat you," Misty threatened not bothering to look up.

"Aw I'm just trying to give you a compliment," the man said. "Look dude I don't…" she stopped when she saw it was Ash that had tapped her. "A-Ash?"

"Hey Mist," Ash greeted sitting next to her. "So, this is where you hang out?"

"What do you want?" Misty growled. Talking to him was the last thing she'd wanted to do at the moment.

Ash's face went serious. "To apologize," Ash said truthfully. "I-I'm sorry about not being a good friend, what with Casey smothering me and all, and I'm sorry for not trying to be there for you when you're obviously quite down."

Misty smiled slightly, how cute of Ash to apologize so late. "It's alright Ash," she said. "I haven't been that much of a good friend e-"

"But what I'm most sorry for," Ash interrupted knowing how much Misty hated that. "Is for not recognizing how you feel about me."

Misty's face turned red. "W-Wha?" she asked. "How do you-"

"Brock told me," Ash said. "And you did too, only you were drunk and you didn't realize it."

Misty let her head fall on the table as she groaned. I'm going to kill Brock, she thought. And alcohol for making me talk! "So I guess it's all out now," Misty sighed. "And Ash you don't have to say anything, I know that you can't return my feelings because of Casey and I'm sorry for-"

Ash's index finger touched her lips silencing her. "Misty," he said. "What makes you so sure that I can't ever feel that way about you?"

"A-Ash what're you saying?" she asked.

"I'm saying," he began. He looked as if he were debating something in his head. "This."

Quickly he moved his finger from her lips and replaced them with his own, Misty's eyes widened at the initial contact but they slowly closed as she fell right into the kiss. In an instant Misty's tounge was wrestling with her partner's as her hands began to wander around his body.

"Oh Ash (kiss) I love (kiss) you." Misty said in between kisses.

"Misty (kiss) I've crushed on you (kiss) since I met (kiss) you." The two continued their heated kissing not even realizing that Ash had scooped up Misty and was now heading out the door with her.

"Mmm…" Misty moaned as she began to stir. The first thing she noticed was that she was naked, the second thing was that she was in the backseat of Brock's car, and the third and final thing was that Ash was under her and he too was naked. "Oh….my….God….." she said her eyes wide like baseballs.

A/N: Was the chapter rushed? I kinda feel like it was, oh well tell me what you think in reviews.