Okay peoples, this STARTS OUT WHEN THEY WERE STILL TRAVELING TOGETHER! I hope you all read that. Remember, they're about twelve, traveling with Brock, and there will be flashbacks, oh yes, there will be flashbacks.
You reviewers rock! I'm almost at 50! The pokemon community is so much more welcoming! Then again, we are watching a children's show, you have to have a high tolerance for sappy kindness...Enjoy my story!
"Ash?" Misty asked quietly. "Come on you idiot, wake up!" I felt something poke me in the back and slowly opened an eye.
"What, Misty?" I asked, rolling over tiredly to face the annoying girl I'd met a few months ago. I'd gotten at least five badges already. That's right, five. Isn't that awesome? I mean, I'll only ever have a total of eight, and now I'm more than halfway there! "It's not even morning yet, and there's no food around, let me sleep."
"No, Ash. I will not let you sleep," Misty snapped. "We have a situation and we have to solve it now! So get off your butt and let's get into the woods away from this camp. And bring Pikachu so no bugs come for us," She said, stomping away and expecting me to follow. Yeah right though, like I would ever follow her just because she asked. "Ash, what are you waiting for? You better get your butt over here right now!" I leapt up from my spot and raced over. I mean, she has a mallet for Pete's sake!
"What's the problem, Misty? Is it some stupid girl thing?"
"It's a girl thing and a boy thing," she corrected, trying to find a dry spot to sit down on. Guessing from the way she was searching, I knew it was going to be a long talk, so I helped her look.
"There's no such thing as a girl thing and a boy thing," I argued. "There's boy things, and there's girl things. They don't like to do the same things. If they did, they'd be tomboys."
"Oh, right, Mr. Pokemon Master. You can't think about anything both girls and boys like to do?" She scoffed, finally finding someplace to suit her needs and plopping down on it. She then began to ruin her spot by yanking grass out of the ground, and throwing it into the little bit of wind we had going that night, and soon after I was copying her. "I can think of a few."
"Pokemon training doesn't count! And what does this have to do with the problem we're having? Well, problem you're having. My life's going great! I mean, I have five badges now! Hey, do you want to see them?" (I wonder if he constantly did that, you know, when they were walking on the trail, just randomly showing his friends his badges. He shows everyone else…)
"Ash, I was there when you got them. I don't need to see them. And this does involve you."
"Oh yeah, how?"
"Do you remember this morning?" Misty asked. I began to look up into the sky in thought.
Flashback…
Brock was laughing. We couldn't figure out why, but he was laughing his head off. Every few minutes we turn around and yell at him. He'd stop laughing, apologize, and we'd start walking again. Five minutes later, he'd start laughing again, and we'd have to repeat the cycle all over again.
"Okay, what's so funny Brock?" Misty shouted.
"Nothing."
"Don't say nothing! I know there's something!" Misty shouted, flames appearing in her eyes as she swiftly brought her mallet from wherever she keeps it, I'm not really sure I want to know anyway.
"Well, it's kind of hard not to laugh. Just walk for a while, and if I start laughing, I'll tell you why. It might not happen any more though, you two are pretty far apart," He snickered. We each exchanged confused glances, and began walking again.
"What is wrong with Brock?" Misty whispered to me, shaking her head. "I mean, it's not like we've got kick me signs on our back or something." Our eyes widened and we reached back to check, but came up empty.
"How weird," I whispered back. "Maybe he's suffering from some weird disease that makes him laugh when girls walk away from him, and it's finally gotten to the point where he can't hold it in anymore."
"Were you dropped on your head as a baby?" She snapped.
"What do you mean?" I asked. She glared for a minute, and the topic was then abandoned. "But what could it be? Maybe there's a stain or something on our clothes."
"No, that couldn't be it. He would just start laughing every time we turned around instead of waiting five minutes."
"Hey, guys?" Brock said. We turned to the grinning future pokémon breeder. "Now, be careful. But I think if you look down slowly, you won't scare if off." He said, before bursting out laughing once more.
Our eyes slowly moved down , the two of us coming to a stop and hoping whatever kind of creature it was wouldn't go away. Unfortunately, it wasn't a creature, but it did become rather obvious what Brock was laughing at. Misty's fingers were laced with mine, something we apparently had been doing without even knowing since we had gotten up this morning. We gasped and leaped away from each other with a scream.
"Ash, you pervert!" Misty shouted, holding a hand to her flaming cheek, as if that would somehow cool it. Her entire frame was shaking, her eyes widening in surprise. I couldn't help but thinking she looked a lot like Gary when Professor Oak had caught him staring at this girl Maria in her town, all nervous and panicky and embarrassed.
"What's a pervert?" I couldn't help but ask. I was pretty curious, always asking questions, though my mother almost always said I was too complicated for me to understand or she'd tell me when I'm older.
"A pervert is someone who's interested in sexual things, like nudity or intercourse, and will do whatever it takes to get it," Misty snapped. She was a good teacher, actually. At least she was way better than my mom. Of course, I had another question.
"What's intercourse?"
"Ask your mom, Ash!" She snapped, spinning on her heel and running farther up the path. I think it was to get away from me. It kind of hurt.
"Did…did I do something wrong?" I asked Brock. "I mean, I wasn't happy about holding her hand!" I felt my face redden. "But why would she run away like that? Did I make her mad? Is she going to hit me later?" I asked in horror. And then, I thought of something even worse. Yeah, WORSE than getting hit by Misty's mallet! "She's not going to cry, is she, Brock? Nah, she wouldn't cry. Misty doesn't cry!" I groaned and rubbed my head. "Why is she so weird?"
"She's a girl."
"When did that happen?"
"Gee, I don't know Ash. When she was born?" He scoffed.
"The stork controls if you're a girl or boy?" Brock didn't answer, and I couldn't help but think that Misty would.
End Flashback
"Yeah, I remember," I sighed. "But I don't get it, what does the stork have to do with us?"
"Ash…how did you get from holding hands to the stork?" She asked, rubbing her temples. She only does that when she's super, super stressed and agitated. It means she won't get out the mallet, because she's mentally exhausted or something like that. Usually, I run away because I know she won't hurt me, but I stayed that night. I don't really know why, or maybe I do and I'd really don't want to tell.
"Forget about it," I shook my head. "Did you think something…you know…happened? When we were…you know…walking, kinda close," I shifted uneasily, swallowing and playing with my hat.
"No!" She denied, her face red. "I mean, I didn't think anything happened. Unless…did you think something happened?" She accused, looking at me sharply. I yanked out a handful of grass mixed with dirt and grit my teeth.
"Maybe not," I mumbled.
"So, do you want to try again?" She asked. I literally jumped. I guess Misty saw, because she began to blush again. "I mean, just to prove that there's nothing between us. Not because of anything creepy, because we're like brother and sister, best friend kind of thing," she covered.
"Sounds good," I murmured. We crept our hands towards one another until they were cupped softly together. "Well, I don't feel anything special." It wasn't a lie. I mean, my heart pounding really fast and my hands sweating isn't special. I feel it all the time during a battle.
"Me neither," she said.
Still, neither of us pulled away. In fact, we kind of…scooted closer together. I don't really know why we didn't move, we just sat there. And get this, we sat next to each other until we fell asleep! I woke up the next morning, and Misty was there leaning up against me, so I just fell back asleep. The next thing I know, I'm wide awake and Misty is nowhere to be found. I walked back to camp, saw her in her sleeping bag, and things went back to normal, I guess.
"You seriously don't remember that, Mist?" Ash asked, closing his journal and cocking his head to the side. "How could you not?"
"I just don't!" She hissed, looking away with the same expression she'd had all those years ago.
"Wait a minute!" He jumped up. "You do remember, don't you? You're not still embarrassed, are you? Come on, it's back when we were eleven, twelve. But you're still embarrassed!" He teased, jumping around and saying the phrase in a singsong tone. "You're still embarrassed! You're still embarrassed!"
"Ash Ketchum!" She shouted furiously. She grabbed him by the collar and brought his lips down to hers. She stood up, taking him with her, still holding him by the collar, until she decided she was done. "Who's embarrassed now?" She snapped, racing out the door.
"Still you," He smiled, holding his fingers to his lips. "I'm just satisfied."
Wow, look at all the pretty rulers! Anyway! I dind't like the ending too much, I always have some stupid thing relating to the title. I TAKE SUGGESTIONS THROUGH REVIEW!!!!!!!!
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