Love Fury Passion
Chapter 11- First try.
Delia broke through into her bedroom, launching Ash in after her.
"Why-how-" She couldn't even begin to say a sentence yet. She was too shocked. "I hope your not covering for your father."
Ash looked at her, his face telling no lies. "I'm not. I waited until dad was sleeping last night, then I ripped them up." He shrugged. "It was stupid and I'm sorry. If I had been in control of my emotions, I wouldn't have done it. I didn't mean to hurt anyone by it."
Delia was surprised at how grown-up Ash was acting over all this. Instead of begging for forgiveness with a face full of tears, he was there, straight and proud like a man, owning up to his actions.
Just like Matt.
Delia gulped, the comparison between the two visable. "Why did you do it?"
Ash managed to keep his composure. He felt like letting loose his emotions right then and there. "I heard you guys fighting. I got mad. I blamed the divorce papers for it all and I destroyed them. I thought that everything would go back to normal. False hope, I'm sorry." He walked back out of the room, leaving a stony silence behind him.
He couldn't believe he got out of that without fighting and clear skin. He was sure she would have whacked him a couple of times, double his chores and utterly give him the cold shoulder, but she just let him walk out... Was she feeling ok? He turned back and walked to his mother's room.
Delia was seated on the bed, a photo in her hand. He couldn't see what it was, but it had to be important, with the way she held it. Like it was the most precious thing in her world.
"Oh, Matt..."
A thought sprang to mind. It was utterly stupid, pointless, couldn't possibly exist. But then it fit; she still loved him. It was obvious, also, that he loved her back. Ah, the broken and blind love.
Delia threw the picture away. As if it had a mind of its own, it fluttered right beside Ash and he picked it up.
A younger version of his parents smiled up at him. Delia wore a long white wedding dress, and Matt wore a suit. Their wedding photo. A downsized versions of the overlarge ones Delia kept hidden in the basement. Along with other memobilia she couldn't bear to throw away. He recalled what she said minutes ago; The only reason I am getting this divorce, is because I can't live with you, knowing all about what you did on that night.
If only he could prove that there was still something between them. A small flame, dying to grow bigger. If only he could find a way to help them.
With a smile, he turned and walked away, still clutching the photo in his hands.
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"Ash, I really don't know," Misty muttered, huddled close to Ash on his bed yet again. "Do you really think this has the slightest chance of working?"
He shrugged. "If it doesn't, its could be known as the practice test. Come on Mist, do this for me." He gave her his puppy dog eyes.
She caved. "But I don't want to see you get hurt..."
"Trust me, I won't be. Come on, we better get to work if we want this done by tomorrow night."
"Where do we get the pictures from?"
Ash thought about it. "We could scan the best ones we find, onto the computer. Come on." He gave her a quick kiss on the lips. "Lets hurry up and do this already!"
Misty yearned for that kiss again, but she forced herself to leave the room, hand in hand with him.
They searched every nook and cranny of the house for pictures, Misty found a book of Ash's baby photo's. She searched through them and pulled the best ones of him, and the ones with Matt and Delia in them.
Ash raided the basement and found stacks of wedding photo's, plus ones of him in the hospital; his first picture with his parents, his first bath... an embarrassing one, seeing as all his items were on show. But it was humiliation he had to go through.
"How much did you get?" Misty asked as Ash returned.
"Thousands," he laughed.
Misty pressed the on button on the printer as Ash turned on the computer. When it finally finished loading, one by one, they put the pictures through. Eventually, after a couple of hours, Misty fell asleep with her head on Ash's shoulder, he was just managing to keep himself awake as he composed his little plan.
This really did feel like a warm up. There was a slim possibility that this would work.
"Misty," Ash yawned, shaking her awake at three in the morning.
"W-what?" She asked sleepily, rubbing her eyes.
Ash held out his earphones. "Watch and listen... I've spent four hours doing all this."
Misty was amazed at all the things Ash managed to put in, he even got some moving animations like butterflies and hearts. "Ever thought of being a graphic designer?"
"No. But Pokemon master... now that would be an incredible achievement." She shoved him lightly. "Do you want to add anything to it?"
"I don't want to ruin it...," she moaned.
He smiled. "No, its our work, you have to put in bits and pieces too. We're a team."
She smiled and set to work. "I reckon we should show a bunch of home video's too," she admitted.
Ash paused. "Your bloody brilliant," he shouted, pressing his lips down on her hair. "We could create little clips from them, to put in with the slideshow."
"Guys?" Brock made his way down the stairs. "What are you doing up?"
"Come help us," Misty called to him excitedly. "We're trying to get Ash's parents back together."
Brock's eyes squinted. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't they getting a divorce?"
"But she still loves him, and its obvious he loves her. I can't let that love go to waste!"
Seeing the younger kid positively beaming, he couldn't resist. "Alright, what do you want me to do?"
"I need your help mixing video's in with each other... then getting them into the slideshow..."
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The kids were exhausted when the sun came up. Their efforts had turned out completely perfect, everything was running the way they wanted it to.
"What are you three doing?" Matt asked, appearing in the doorway, wearing his Police uniform.
Ash jumped. "Hi dad. Um, nothing." Matt's eyebrow's arched. "Seriously."
"Let me see."
"No!" Ash shouted, blocking his father's access to the laptop with his arms.
"Its not porn is it?" Matt narrowed his eyes at the laptop, trying to see what it was. He knew that his son wouldn't dare go on those sites... mainly because he started keeping track on all the sites everyone visited... but because he knew him.
Ash couldn't help but laugh. "If it was, do you think Misty would be sitting there? Its not porn, its nothing."
"Alright, I trust you kiddo. But I'm warning you... I'll be watching..."
"Sure you will be."
"If I didn't have to go to work, I'd fight you on that."
Delia made her entrance. "What's going on?"
"We're watching porn," Ash said excitedly, and jokingly.
A smile pulled on her lips. "Uh huh."
"We are, you should check it out mum. Dad was just telling me of these awesome sites."
Matt whacked the back of Ash's head. "Weirdo." He checked his watch. "I have to go in half an hour. Best get some breakfast." He maneuvered himself around Ash and inbetween Delia and the computer chair.
Ash mouthed to Misty, 'close the program'. She did so, saving their work first. He so could not wait for that night. He followed his father into the kitchen.
"Want some cereal, bud?" Matt asked.
"You can actually make that? I mean... after the toast..."
"Zip it. The toaster was old."
Ash laughed. "You jammed the bread in there and set fire to the curtains. Not to mention beating the toaster with a hammer once you put the flames out." That memory always put a smile on his face. "And it all happened on Mothers Day."
Matt was crimson. "It never happened again."
"Because mum banned you from the new one."
He shook his head. "Do you want some cereal or not, you little devil."
"Yeah, ok. I'll have some."
Delia walked in, heading straight for the coffee maker. She looked really tired. Matt watched her for a couple of seconds. "Let me do it," he offered. She didn't have the will to argue with him.
"Thanks." Matt looked stunned that she actually thanked him, instead of yelling at him. She took a seat beside Ash. "How are you feeling today?"
Ash shrugged. "A little tired." That so clearly spelled out 'understatement.' "I might go sleep some more after breakfast, if that's ok."
"Sure."
"Oh, can Misty and Brock bring the laptop up to my room?" He wanted to keep it with them, so that his parents wouldn't get a chance to see his slideshow until it came time for him to finally show it.
"Sure." Delia wrapped an arm around his shoulders. "What do they need it for?"
"They just need to do a couple of things on it." He shrugged innocently.
Matt put Delia's coffee down infront of it. "I see you and Misty are together now," he observed. "I caught you two kissing out the back."
Delia looked at her son for a confirmation on that. The blush was all she needed.
"Maybe we were."
"Getting a little romantic there, kid. First kiss in the sunset..." He shook his head. "You really are growing up so fast."
"You better believe it."
Delia looked at Ash. For a moment, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. He seemed so grown up, it seemed weird that he was only fourteen. She wished that the little boy she always knew would reappear. But Ash was maturer, he was only going to go forwards, he kept the little child where it belonged; in the past.
Misty and Brock walked into the room. Delia couldn't help but feel that it was Misty's fault that Ash had grown up so fast. She was a good year older then him, twelve months more life experience, she matured faster then Ash did. Now he was acting all grown up, no longer the wild kid... ok, well that was still in him, just a little less pronounced.
After breakfast, Ash disconnected the laptop and took it upstairs with his best friends following behind him.
"This is going to be so brilliant guys," Ash said, once they got into his room and shut the door. "If this doesn't work... I'll think of something. Next divorce papers that come before my plans will be torched."
Misty gave him a look. "I'll torch you."
"With burning love maybe, but with real flames... I highly doubt it." Ash plugged the charger into the wall and set the laptop down on his desk.
Brock sighed. "What is your next plan?"
"I'll think of that if this one fails. Which I hope it doesn't."
"It might. Its not exactly a steady plan," Misty admitted. "Its good. But showing pictures and video's of their past might not do it."
Ash shook his head. "It has to."
Brock, feeling the tension grow between them, said, "Come on, lets get some shut eye, or we'll be dead by the end of the day."
Misty climbed into Ash's bed and Ash climbed into his sleeping bag.
After a few moments, when Brock's snores filled the room, Misty said, "Ash?"
"Yeah?"
"Could you come up here, please?"
Ash's stomach fluttered, but he went up there anyways. Misty was laying down on the pillows, her hair fanned out across them. "What is it?" She patted a space beside her. "Do you want me to-"
She nodded. "I just want to know that your still there, you know? That your not too good to be true."
Ash smiled, resting beside her. "Happy now?"
"No," Misty muttered, throwing the blanket over him. She then placed her head on his chest, hearing his heartbeat. "Now I am." She smiled as Ash's arms came around her, holding her closer.
"I love you."
Misty blushed- a leftover reaction-. "I love you too."
They didn't speak, they just fell into a comfortable silence, before they slowly drifted off to sleep.
What seemed like moments later, Misty woke up. For a second, she wondered why her pillow smelled so good. She lifted her head up and smiled; Ash. His face was blank and peacefull, still off in dreamland. She was contented to sit and watch him until he woke up.
"Mist?" Brock asked. "Are you awake?"
"Yeah, I'm awake. Keep your voice down, Ash is still sleeping."
"Sorry, but you might want to wake him up; Mr Ketchum is coming home soon and so is Mrs Ketchum, we have to set up." Delia worked in childcare, working in pre-schools, stuff like that.
Misty grimaced. She didn't want to disturb Ash. But this was the time, the only time. With a sigh, she began to shake him. Ash rolled over, emitting a cute little moan. After a couple of moments, his eyes began to flutter as he woke up.
"What?" He muttered, rubbing his eyes.
"Your parents are coming home soon, we need to set up."
That made Ash sit up straighter. "Really?"
"Yeah, Brock must have woken up way before us or something. Come on."
It took a lot of time to get down from the bed, seeing as it was a single and one wrong move would send them tumbling five feet to the floor. But they finally managed to do it, and Ash grabbed the laptop.
It didn't take long for Ash to set everything up down there. He connected the laptop to the t.v. "Brock, I want you to go behind the cupboard, take the laptop with you, when I nod, you press the play button."
"What do you want me to do?"
Ash handed her the remote. "You can switch on the t.v, you'll be up on the stairs with me." He turned back to Brock. "Get behind there with it, just so your ready. Mum and dad normally turn up at the same time."
Brock nodded and wedged his body and the laptop between the gap seperating the cupboard and the wall. Ash and Misty decided to stay out in the open, they already had an excuse for Brock's absence; he went for a walk...
Matt arrived home first, Delia followed minutes later. The sun was down and purple clouds floated outside, visable because of the big window. They talked for a while, before Ash and Misty announced they were going upstairs.
They sat down on the stairs and counted to two hundred. He squeezed Misty's wrist and the t.v turned on, he nodded to Brock and suddenly, the slideshow popped up.
"What the...?" Matt muttered. "Delia, come in here a second."
Delia rushed in and her expression went confused. Together, they sat down on the lounge and watched the show.
They ended up talking animatedly about the memories that came with those pictures, and laughing along to the video's, which we're kind of funny.
Ash thought this was going to work.
Brock shifted, his legs were tired. Without warning, he toppled sideways, in full view of Matt and Delia. They leapt to their feet and rushed towards him.
"Are you ok, Brock?" Delia asked worriedly. "What were you..." she looked at the computer screen and to the t.v." Matt caught on and both felt incredibly stupid for almost falling for it. Matt rose to his feet. "Ash, come down here please."
Ash got to his feet, putting his hands into his pockets. "Hi," he squeaked.
"Ash, we want to talk to you."
To Be Continued...
Ok, so I've been notified that my story resembles someone elses that was written in 2001. I'm not going to divulge into it, but I'm happy that person confronted me about it. I had no idea that I was writing almost parallel to someone else, but you see, almost all of my stuff is different. Only a small amount of things are actually the same.
Glad to get that off my chest.
Now. I've finally gotten to this point! I've been working desperately to getting this far, I thought I'd be at chapter 1000 before I managed to do it. I didn't go into much detail at the contents of the slideshow, because its 4 in the morning and these fingers are cold, and I still have at least three more chapters of this story to finish and figure out publish dates cause lets face it, I don't want to put it all up in one minute (despite how much I want to).
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