Well…it's an AAML again. Contestshippers must be angry with me…Er, if you guys do want contestshipping you can skip to the most recent chapter of my other story. Heh…sorry 'bout that.

Natty's gonna try and describe clothes today, yes she is. Go, Natty, go!

AAML

"Oh, Daisy, please! Do we…do we have to have a party?" Misty asked weakly, close to begging. "Can't we just call it off now? At least let me go back upstairs and change into some real clothes! Not this…monstrosity of a dress you've put me in! You know I can't stand this kind of thing. Daisy, you know I hate parties so why won't you let me go for once?" She smoothed her itchy blue dress, a young girl's dress, and played with the collar. It obviously wasn't a dress to flatter her figure. It was made of a simple, thick pastel blue cloth that ended halfway down her calf. There was a bit of white lace sewed along the collar and the very bottom of the dress. Her hair had been blow dried to give it a slight curl inward at the bottom, ending just a bit above her shoulders. She was in stockings and pastel blue flats, but a pair of shoes were the closest thing to an accessory that she wore. She looked just like she should. She wasn't sexy, she wasn't hot. She was cute, like a twelve year old should be. "My legs still hurt!"

"Shush" Daisy scolded.

"But you waxed 'em, Daisy! It hurt! I didn't want to get them waxed but you had to do it your way! You never listen to me!" She was actually doing her best to stop complaining. She hadn't said a thing about how cold her legs were because of the opening and closing door. She also hadn't made a comment about the hole she'd been playing with in her stockings that ended just high enough to be covered by her dress. However, this was a bit more for her own selfish reasons than to take stress of her sister.

"Misty," She said warningly.

"But Daisy!"

Smack! Misty was awarded for her accurate complaints with a smack to her head. "You, like, stop complaining! I'll, like, give you something to whine about!" Her sister gave her a rough shoulder shake and began to fix and play with her hair. She fixed it carefully, then roughly pinched her cheeks despite the complaints. "That'll keep, like, them red for a while. If you don't, like, quit taking off you lipstick I'm pinching them too. Like, Misty! You're nails! We're, like, going to have to mix up some of that cayenne pepper nail polish you, like, so much." She straightened the dress as Misty whimpered at the thought.

"I hate peppers!" She whispered venomously. Daisy gave her a light smack across the face. "I'm sorry, Daisy, but you have to let me go! You have to let me go upstairs right now!"

"I, like, don't have to do anything. You'll get to see Ash, how'd that sound for you?"

"It sounds horrible!" She cried. "He's going to make fun of me! It's not like I care what he thinks of me, but nobody likes being made fun of!" Misty complained. Daisy steered her over to the food and put a small cheese quiche in her hand. "I can eat as many of these as I want, can't I?"

"That's right," She grinned. "And, like, if Ash makes fun of you, make fun of him, like back. I mean, think about it. He'll, like, totally be in a tux." Misty was giggling before Daisy continued in a light, teasing voice. "You know, Ash is probably going to look very handsome tonight."

Misty flushed. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, you know. Like, maybe you'll want to tell him how nice he looks and, like, he'll compliment you back," She implied. She fixed some of the appetizers and avoided eye contact with her little sister, trying to keep her temper under control.

"I wouldn't know. He's just my friend. Besides, I doubt Ash could ever look very handsome. He always looks like a dimwit to me!"

Daisy smiled as Misty popped a cheese quiche in her mouth. "Like, that's what your mouth says, but the blush on your face says different. Does, like, little sister have a little crush?" She teased. She picked the perfect time to say it too. Misty could only blush as she chewed the food in her mouth, manners beaten into her for years. Don't talk with your mouth open and that she didn't.

"No!" Misty shouted once she'd finished. "I don't Daisy! Would you stop pairing me up with every guy I've ever met? If I find a guy, I'll find a guy and that's all there is to it. You're not as great a matchmaker as you think you are! Really! Ash and me? That's a relationship that'll go right down the drain. Humph, Ash and me." She crossed her arms over her chest and turned her back on Daisy. "I'm too good for him anyway!"

"Like, whatever you say, little sister," Daisy giggled. The doorbell rang yet again. "Hey, Misty, could you, like, get that for me?"

Misty's eyes narrowed but she stomped off to the door. She unlocked the top quickly, but hesitated before opening the door. She didn't want anyone to see her like this! She moved behind the door and decided to use it as her own shield. If it was Ash, she could slame the door, have Daisy get it, and hide under the table while eating a tray of cheese quiches. If it was someone who, thankfully, wouldn't laugh, she'd open the door. The plan was flawless. She shuffled back for a second before hearing "Pikachupi!" And slamming the door. "Daisy, you get it!" The group heard from outside.

"Misty, like, get the damn door already!"

"But Ash is gonna make fun of me! You get it and I'll go hide. Hey! Get away from me! Daisy! Lemme go you-OW!" There was a loud smack and the door opened. Misty was caught in her sister's grip of doom around the back of her neck, her eyes and head down. She made a sad attempt to escape, but it was easily stopped.

"Hello, it's, like, great of you to come. After all the time you, like, invited us over for the holidays we, like, figured it was our turn to invite you over." Daisy pulled sharply on Misty's hair with her free hand, attempting to pull her out of her submissive position.

"Ow, don't!" She whined.

"Stop staring at the floor and like, say hello."

Misty looked up from under short bangs. Ash was already smirking, looking like he was trying to not snigger, but failing. She managed to force out and angry sounding. "Hullo, Ash," before turning scarlet. Her older sister walked away calmly, leaving her alone.

" 'Lo Misty," Ash giggled.

His mother twisted his ear roughly, making him squeal. "Don't you make fun of Misty, Ash Ketchum. She looks absolutely darling and it's horrible of you to mock her."

"Hello Mrs. Ketchum," she said in a rush. "Thanks for coming. It's nice to see you tonight. You're the first ones here, feel free to eat some snacks…or watch the Thanksgiving football game we recorded though it's old and I'm sure you wouldn't want to see it. You can probably find something on the television to watch. There's a few good shows on. Okay, I'm rambling, sorry." She looked back to the floor.

"It's fine, Misty," Mrs. Ketchum said kindly. "I'm sure you're just excited about the party. I've heard your sisters have wine coolers."

"Excited, yeah, that's the word for it," Misty rolled her eyes. "Yeah, there's wine coolers. Just asked my sisters, they'll show you where they are."

"Thank you." She swept past Ash and Misty, bring her son in and closing the door behind her.

"nice dress, Misty," Ash snickered. "I don't think it really fits, since you're so scrawny and all. Bet your arms and skinny body barely even fit in there, right?"

"Oh, put a can in it Ash!" Misty snarled. She was still red, mostly because Ash was right for reasons he didn't understand. This was her sister's old dress (one Violet had hated), and though she was taller enough to fit in the dress perfectly, it had needed to be taken in o it wouldn't fall off her chest.

"But you're in a dress!"

"I may be in a dress,, but you're in a tux. You shut up about what I'm wearing! It's not like I wanted to get all dressed up! I was forced into these clothes!"

"I was too," Ash snapped. "I was on a pokémon journey, and now I'm here. This sucks! Do you have any idea how much I hate you right now! You had to have this stupid party and invite me over and now I'm stuck in this ugly thing while you strut around all pretty!"

"Oh, it's my fault we're stuck at this," her voice lowered for the next word cautiously, "crappy party! Let me tell you something, Ash Ketchum, you are horribly mistaken!"

"Fine, I get it. You're not having fun either. It's not your fault. Don't hit me, okay? Mom'll be real mad if I get blood all over this stupid thing." He played with his tux to show what the 'stupid thing' was. "So how're we supposed to have fun? Are we gonna pull some pranks?"

"No, Ash, we're not going to pull pranks. My sisters have been planning this party forever. Do you have any idea how mad they're going to be if we screw this up for them?"

"So how do we have freaking fun?"

"Well…I've got an awesome new video game," Misty said, grinning a bit.

"Yeah? Does it have blood and violence and stuff?"

"Loads," She giggled. "not only that, I've got two controllers and a player versus player and we can beat the curd out of each other! It's rated T, it's so cool! My sisters don't know I have it, so you can't tell her, okay?" Ash nodded eagerly. "Great! Let's go."

"I think my mom's getting drunk off win coolers," Ash sighed. Misty followed his eyes to see his mother down drink after drink. "That means we better stay out of her sight tonight. I hate it when mom gets drunk. Lucky it's only every once in a while. Looks like tonight's one of those nights."

"Why should we stay out of her sight?" Misty asked.

"Because we'll be kissing all night."

"Wha?"

"See, my mom's psycho. If she sees me near you, she'll go crazy! She'll start talking about oh, how cute, little Ashy had a girlfriend! Then she'll tell me to kiss you. I won't say no to her, especially to stop her from talking about her precious boy being too scared to kiss his little girlfriend, I'm never going to have grandkids!" Ash attempted to mimic his mom, poorly. Misty giggled. "What are you laughing at?"

"That was supposed to be you mom? It just sound like you, only higher. You loser, I could probably impersonate you better than what you just did!"

"Shut up, Misty!" Ash said, blushing. "Come on, let's just go play that video game. We can come down for dinner, can't we? What are we having, anyway?"

"Pork. It's really good. It's practically dripping with fat," she sighed euphorically. Ash was shifting nervously. She glared at him accusingly. "What are you about to say, Ash?"

"You didn't make it, right?" Ash asked hopefully. She hit him. "Hey, I was just curious. Man…"

"Where are you two going?" Brock asked with a wicked grin at the two preteens. "The party's barely getting started. We were just about to start slow dancing. You two don't want to miss that little show, do you? I'm sure you can have lots of fun listening to your favorite songs."

"Heh heh. Uh, I think I'll pass on this one Brock. I'm more of a rock n' roll kind of guy myself," Ash said nervously, trying to back away. The two youngsters were blocked by the massive (to them) body of Tracey, also grinning like mad at the two trapped kids. "Tracey, uh, we were tryin' to get through this way so…so Tracey ya gonna move or are you just gonna stand there."

"Hey Ash, Misty was sweet enough to invite you to this party. I think you ought to repay her somehow. But how? How could you repay her? Do you have any ideas, Brock?" Tracey asked tauntingly. Ash and Misty stiffened. First talking about the dance, now they had moved on to Ash 'repaying' her. This wasn't good.

"Well, I can think of a few, but I've got one really good one. They could…nah, it's way too drastic for the two of them. They're not up to the challenge. I mean, it's not like they've saved the world or anything. You have to at least save the world to be brave enough for this."

"But Brock! Haven't you heard? Ash did save the world! Besides, he still owes Misty a bike. That's why you've been following him all this time, isn't that right?" Tracey put a hand on Misty's shoulder. She began to blush under all three's prying glances.

"Uh…yeah," Misty said. "but I'd really rather be paid in cash, a new bike, or indentured servant for the next three years." Both of them attempted a getaway, but were brought back together. Two failures for Misty in one night, it was a bad day for the pokémon world. "Can we go Tracey, please?"

"Aw, no. You can't cut Brock off like that. It's rude. You don't want to be rude to Brock, do you?" The two, defeated, shook their heads. "I thought so. Brock, why don't you tell us what your plan was? I'd love to hear it, and they would too. Right?"

"Love too," The two muttered crossly.

"Now, what if Ash asked Misty to dance-"

"What?!"

"To a nice slow song? Not anything complicated, since I know Ash can't dance. You two can just get real close and sway to the music. Won't that be sweet? I think it'll be just lovely. It'll be straight out of a Disney movie, don't you agree Tracey?" He laughed.

"I'm still hungry!" Misty thought quickly, racing and hiding under the snack table. Of course, she did have to come back to grab the cheese quiches before vanishing again.

Then, his mother came. She was drunk, staggering, and had a ditzy grin on her face. Ash couldn't help but wonder how many drinks she must've had. He didn't know much about alcohol, but he did know there wasn't all that much in wine coolers. She had to have drank a lot of them. She threw her arms around her son and held him close, rocking back and forth, mostly because she couldn't completely stand upright, but also to 'soothe' him. "Oh! My little boy! You're all grown up Ashy! Yesterday you were just a little one, running and…and wrestling with Gary and learning how to read and now you're all grown up! Soon you'll be out of my life forever with a wife or husband and lots of small children running around!"

"Or husband?" Ash repeated.

"I need grandchildren Ash. When you've gotten married and gotten you and your spouse tested for STD's then you'll have children, Ash. The circle of life has to continue! And…I need grandkids to shower with love and affection and gifts. You don't want your mother to be sad, do you?"

"Er…no, not really" Ash looked up at his mother's glazed eyes. It would be a long night. "I want you to be happy…'cuz I love you?" He hoped that was the correct answer.

His mother began to sob. He'd either done something very, very right or very, very wrong. "Such a good boy! I love you so much, sweetie! You're such a good boy, and so good at getting your way, isn't that right? Yes, that's why you have to convince Misty to have kids when you two grow up!"

"Why Misty? I don't even like her! Plus, she's scared of childbirth! She fainted during that Sex Ed video!" Ash protested.

"Don't be stupid, Ash. You're getting married one day and it's going to be to Misty. Now, go ask her to dance!" She ordered, pointing to the snack table.

"She's just going to say no," Ash grumbled.

"I don't care, Ash! You'll make her say yes if you have to! Now go dance with misty so one day you'll date, get married, and have kids!" She shoved him away.

He dejectedly walked through the dancing couples and dropped under the table with Misty. "Hey, Misty, wanna dance with me?" He asked, popping one of her favorite snacks into his mouth. She didn't answer. "Please, Misty? Mist? The prettiest of all the Sensational Sisters I sadly ask for a single dance with the county fair maid?" Ash wasn't very good with flattery. His IQ was just a few points too low.

"It's fair maiden, you idiot, or, in Japanese, baka!" She smacked his head and went back to her snacks. "I don't want to dance with you, Ash. I want to hide. Come on, you're mom'll forget all about this. We can get out of here without anyone noticing. I know the secret passageways like the back of my hand!"

"But Misty! My mom's been-secret passageways?" Ash's mouth dropped open. "You've got, like, hidden doors in your house that take you all over the place?" She nodded brightly. "Misty! That is so freaking cool! Playing down there is gonna be so much fun and…no, I already told my mom I would. Drunk or not, she's still my mom. I've got to do what she tells me to! Don't you listen to…your…mom…" He trailed off awkwardly.

"Gee, Ash, that's going to be pretty challenging, don't you think? I'll need a few supplies. Hey, I'll call up Sabrina! Maybe she'll use those psychic powers of hers to contact my mom in the world beyond! Oh, that's an awesome idea Ash. You get the phone, hurry! We'll call her up, pull out a crystal ball and see my parent's smiling faces. They'll tell me whether or not I'll dance with you. Pure genius Ash!"

"Sorry," Ash blushed.

"It's fine. Just…just go away. Tell her the truth, I won't dance with you. You can't get in trouble just because I won't do it. That's what you're supposed to do, try your hardest and tell the truth. Now get out of my sight and find something fun to do. I'll be hiding. You can't get in trouble because I won't cooperate with you. That's ridiculous, your mom wouldn't do that."

"Misty, if you don't dance with me, you're never getting your stupid bike back."

"I've got my bike back."

"So I don't owe you a new one?"

"Yeah, you do. All the more reason for me not to do you any favors. You've got bad credit and you're in debt. When was the last time you paid anyone back for anything? You're never going to help me out so I'm not going to trust you. You…you just declare bankruptcy and go home, Ketchum."

"You can add it to my tab," He growled, ripping the quiches from her hand. He dug his feet into the floor and began to drag her out as best he could by her wrist. It was slow going, but it was working. Once she was half out, she pretty much walked. It was embarrassing enough to have to dance with Ash, it was twenty times worse to be dragged out onto the dance floor.

"I don't want to dance!"

"They'll be after us all night, might as well get this stupid thing over with, right?" He put one hand on her waist, the other in hers, and stared at his feet, waiting for her to do her part. Reluctantly, her hand plopped on his shoulder and held his hand a little bit tighter to prove she wasn't dead.

"Ash, don't look at your feet. It's a beginner's mistake. Almost all beginners do that when they're learning to dance and it looks horrible. It's the biggest error you can make. It's almost like, I don't know, sending a caterpie out against a…what was it? It couldn't have been a flying type. You're not that stupid. No one could ever be that incredibly stupid!"

"Shut up," he blushed, still looking at his feet. "If I look at you, I'll step on your feet. Then you're going to be ticked, shove me away, kick me, and make me embarrassed in front of everyone. That'll be another thing I'll never live down thanks to you."

"You won't step on my feet Ash."

"Yes I will."

"No you won't. We're barely moving! Just calm down and we can talk about whatever you feel like. Pokémon, games, girls, swords, whatever you want." He did nothing. "Mr. Pokémon Master, why don't you look at me?" His head finally came up and half smiled at her. She smiled back. "There. It's better, right? Let's talk about that new girl you met. May, wasn't it?"

"Well, what do you already know about her?"

"Uh, Maykin Maple, born August 18th. She's a pretty girlish type. If I ever meet her she's Christian and I'll have to buy her presents at Christmas time. She's got a little brother name Max, who's, um, nine now? Yeah, February 12th had already passed. He's nine. Her parents are gym leaders, like mine were. We could probably talk about that if we meet up sometime. You've got to introduce me to her."

"Gees, Misty. How do you remember all that?" He laughed a bit, shaking his head. "Where'd you hear it? Who told you all of that, Brock?"

"And you."

"Heh, I barely remember her last name. That's pretty bad. I'm lucky I've remembered Brock's last name! That's why I usually go by first. I never remember more than that."

"Ash, do you even know my last name?" She said, her tone teasing rather than angry. She squeezed his shoulder lightly, no pain being inflicted whatsoever. "I'm surprised you remember what town you're from, let alone anyone else's!"

"Hey! I remember! I remember plenty of stuff about you!"

"Really? Like what?"

"Well, your name is Misty Kasumi Waterflower. You were born on June 12, same year as me, but six months earlier. You're always older than me. You're ag-agnostic. You're agnostic. That means you're thinking about God, but you're not convinced. You still want presents for the holidays. You hate carrots, peppers and bugs. You love French food. I don't get why. It doesn't taste that good, but whatever works for you. You're a water type trainer, and you're so romantic it's gross. Do you need to know more, or can I stop telling you stuff you already know?"

"Hmm, awful lot you know about me. Why do you know so much about me, but nothing about May?" She grinned and began to sing a bit as they swayed. "Is it because you like me? Do you dream about me? Do you want to kiss me? Are you in lo-ove?"

"Put a sock in it," he said, smiling and blushing and trying not to laugh. "Or I'll put a sock in your big fat mouth for you!"

"Gotta catch me first!" Misty giggled, spinning from him and stomping up the stairs. "Hurry up slowbro! You're never gonna get me if you stay so slow!" She chanted childishly, racing through the upper levels of the gym. Ash chased behind her, quite a distance off, and was greeted with the sight of Misty playing video games without him. "Gees, Ash, took ya forever to get here. I've been playing forever. Nothing can stop me now!"

"How come?"

"Last level!" She returned, turning the volume up on the game as she began to fight a raging dragon monster. "Bet I can beat this thing today. I've never gotten so close to winning before. I'm usually dead this far into battle. I'm still living though, and I've got full life points!"

"Hey, bet I can make you lose."

"Can not."

"Can too. Let's try it!" Ash grinned as she paused the game to turn and talk to him. "We've got to setup some rules. Like, you can't pause the game if I start to annoy you. You're not allowed to hurt me either. You can't touch m at all. It's about you, not me."

"Don't move my body, cover my eyes or yank the controller. You can't hurt me either. Unplugging the game is definitely cheating," Misty nodded. "If you hurt the game or cheat, you automatically lose."

"Okay," Ash agreed. "The rules are fine by me." And, with that, the game had begun. "Hey, Misty?" he asked. "I just thought I'd let you know you've got a little bug on your back. Nope! Two little bugs are all over your back. I think they're about to suck your blood!"

"I'm not that stupid Ash."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes! I'm sure you retard! I know there's not bugs on my back. You'll have to try harder!" She laughed, her fingers easily darting along the controller. She hit the dragon and again and began to run away from it's attacks, dodging and waiting for the break in attacks to attack back.

"No, really, they're right here. Feel 'em." He ran his finger down her spine, making her shiver and arch her back away from his touch. "You feel the bugs now Misty?" He began to randomly roll his hands along her back, her shakes growing more violent.

"I know it's you," She scoffed. "Just because I hate that won't mean I'll get distracted. Go ahead! It's kind of like one of these messed up electric massagers you get at the mall. Ha! Just gained another level!" He'd stopped touching her. That was good. It was a weird feeling, and very distracting, just not enough to distract her from that game. "Try again!"

"They're serving dessert," Ash said, starting to head to the door. He felt stupid. He was already running out of ideas. "Chocolate fudge sundaes with cherries and loads of whipped cream n' chocolate syrup. You don't want to miss that over some game, do you?"

"It's coffee ice cream, Ash. I was here all day, not you. I'm not allowed to have caffeine, you know that."

"I have a chocolate bar in my backpack."

"No you don't."

"Yeha I do! I'm not even lying this time! I do have a chocolate bar. I won't give you the whole thing but I'll letchya have a bit if you really want to. It's because I'm so nice and caring, unlike you!"

"Actually, you don't. I already went into your bag tonight and ate it," Misty giggled. "It always tasted better when you steal it from a friend. Now I get why you keep stealing the food off my plate."

"Only before you touch it. I don't want to get germs or anything. I especially don't want to get girl germs or tomboy girl germs from you! I bet your germs are the worst of all! Gross, sick, disgusting, Misty germ from a stupid, stupid girl like you!"

"That's not going to get me to stop playing, Ash," She said, not being able to control her giggles now. "If that's your best effort, I've already won!" She did a fancy combination that practically erupted fireworks on the screen. Misty leaned forward, gasping excitedly. She had almost one! Just a hit or two more and she'd completely beat the game! She had been playing it for what seemed like a decade. In realit, it had been three weeks, but that was a long time to just focus on one game. She loved the kick-butt female warrior character, and she loved the graphics on this dragon. She was so close!

Then, with no warning, Ash slowly put his lips to her cheek and let them linger. The controller dropped to the floor quietly, and Misty'd eyes widened. It took a second for her logic and denial to shove through the feelings and remind her that she shouldn't be doing that. She fell backwards in a panic lending on her controller to do the one move she'd never bothered using: Mercy. Her warrior stepped back, lowering her sword and eyeing her opponent. It was out of her hands as the video game shifted to its video mode, the part where the plot progressed.

"Ash! No look what you made me do! I was about to win! You just had to win that stupid bet!" Misty pouted, more disappointed and annoyed than angry. "Oh, well. At least I'll get to battle the hardest boss in the game again. That's better than nothing."

"Bet?" Ash said, a slightly hazy look on his face. He shook it off, red faced, and hoped she hadn't noticed. "Er, uh huh. That bet. I remember that. I guess I really did win, huh?"

"You forgot the bet!" Misty yelped. "If you forgot the bet, what'd you go and kiss me for?"

"Shh, Mist! Look at the screen! It's awesome! Ash pointed.

Misty slowly looked at the screen, a little scare that Ash might try to kiss her again. Her worry was forgotten in an instant as she became captivated by the movie on screen. The dragon was glowing, changing with the same light pokémon gave off as they evolved (A/N: Lazy ass author copying pokémon…sorry) The light vanished and a handsome prince gave a longwinded speech about a curse, freedom, thanks, friendship and love. The two character kissed, and the credits rolled.

"That's not possible. I went on the website! It told me at the end of the dragon dies and you go back to your potato farm! You don't…you're not supposed to get a prince and live happily ever after!"

Ash smiled. "Well, sometimes you just have to fins a new way to win. Sometimes you get double the prizes. This time, she won the battle and found love." He leaned over to her and poke her shoulder teasingly, initiating a play fight.

And she's not the only one to get double prizes…

I described A outfit. Not a lie...kinda.

Well, R and R if you wish, and I can't believe I've only got, like, fifteen more one-shots to go!