Really busy. Ridiculously short. Sorry.
Can't Do That
"I know you like him," teased May with a terrible gleam in her eyes. "You should tell him."
"Oh, no," Misty cried. "I couldn't ever tell him. I love him ever so much, so terribly much, but we're such close friends. If I ever told him it would mean the torturous destruction of our friendship, our friendship that I've spent years perfecting. You see, I've actually homegrown my friends, carefully cultivating so they're perfectly matched to my personality. That's why Ash and Brock are so wonderful. I've groomed them to be so."
"But you should take the risk!" May insisted. "You have to tell Ash!"
"Tell Ash what?" Ash asked.
"Misty loves you!" she said joyfully.
Misty sighed, slowly got to her feet and crossed the room, locking the door behind her black haired friend. Her tongue clicked slowly, and she pulled out her trusty handgun. She used the gun to round them up against the wall, giving a little giggle when they attempted to protest or make some attempt at escape. Two warning shots were fired, one into the ceiling and the other through a window that sent down glass and sliced into May's neck.
"I told you he couldn't know, May, that you shouldn't do that. You'll have to pay the price for that one."
Her eyes hardened as she leveled the gun. Yet, somehow, she figured even if she went to jail for this it would all be okay. At least she wouldn't lose a friend.
Moral of the Story: I'll say it's about not being say dramatic with the whole "but it'll ruin my friendship" thing. There kinda isn't one…I've just come across so many fics that say something like "I can't let you do that" and it seems so weirdly dramatic.
It's also an example of irony.