Followyourheart4

Follow Your Heart
By Pikashan61

 Misty paused, staring down at the silvery surface of the water, did you...

She stopped again, knowing she didn't really want to hear the answer to the question she

was about to ask. Ash prodded her. Did you love her? she asked in a whisper.

He frowned and took a deep breath, staring at the dark clouds overhead. I don't think so. I

mean, she wasn't you. She grinned, embarrassed at his flattery. It felt weird, but at the

same time, incredible, to have Ash complimenting her like that. He looked at her. Do you

remember that time when we were thirteen, and Tracey asked us what it was gonna be like

at each of our weddings? And you said your's was going to be on a beach, with your

bridesmaids wearing ocean blue dresses, and you... you were going to be wearing a pearl

white dress, with roses in your hair. You said you wanted to look like... ...a princess. Misty

finished in a choked whisper. She turned to face him, smiling. I can't believe you remember

that. Ash blushed and grinned. Well, I've kinda always imagined myself as the tux wearing

groom at that wedding, ya know? She chuckled. Really? Is that why you told Tracey that

you had no idea what your wedding was going to be like? Actually, I did have no idea.

Misty shook her head. Typical Ash. He looked at her, indigent. What's that supposed to

mean, Ms. Waterflower? Her eyebrow shot up. You, Sir Denseness, wouldn't

understand, she said with a smirk. Ash was still smiling. He shook his head and sighed.

Honesty is the first key to a relationship, Misty. I don't think I could be with someone who

decides that I'm not worthy enough to hear the other side of this inside joke. She punched

him for that. You're an idiot! She yelled, good naturedly. Some things never change.


Hey, it's raining! Ash said, holding out his hand to catch the raindrops. He looked at

Misty. Does the Jeep have a top? She shook her head. Nope, we're gonna have to

ride in the rain. She paused. You know we have to go back, don't you? He nodded. I

know... what am I supposed to tell her? Yeah Ang, guess what. My best friend dropped

by and I decided that you weren't the one for me, she is. Sorry for making you plan a

wedding.' I feel bad about this, Misty. He frowned. I shouldn't have said yes to her...

Misty nodded and rolled her eyes. A little late for that, pal. She smiled sympathetically

when she saw how miserable he looked. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek. You

can do it, Ash. Pikachu popped up from the back of the Jeep. Pika pikachu pika pi pi chu.

(It's raining! My tux is gonna get ruined!) Ash shook his head. Chill Pikachu. He handed

him his own tux jacket. Cover up with this. As it began to thunder overhead, the Jeep's

tires spit gravel and it pulled onto the road.


Back in the Ketchem household-


You two know where he is, don't you? Brock and Tracey sat side by side on the

living room couch, trying to smile knowing that, no matter what they did, their days as living

beings were numbered. If they told Angela, she would kill them both for letting Ash leave,

and even if she spared the poor guys, Misty might kill them for telling her. But if they didn't

tell, Angela would certainly kill them for not saying anything. It was an interesting

phenomenon, knowing that you were going to die at the hand of a girl wielding a giant mallet

very soon.He... um... Tracey swallowed, sweating, Brock cut in then, and began to

rant in his nervousness, IT WAS ALL... um... PIKACHU! YEAH! ALL PIKACHU'S

FAULT! Thunder from the storm outside sounded as her eyes narrowed. That's a lie.

Now, I will ask one more time... The stress and impending doom were too much for both

of them to bear. They began to talk at once. Misty Waterfl... Ash's best frie... ...traveled

togeth... He loves... She shook her head, as if the stupidity of this was causing her pain.

SHUT UP! They followed her orders quick. Now, YOU, She pointed at Brock, ...are

going to tell me what's going on, and who this Misty' is. Brock grinned nervously. Well,

heh, see... when we were younger, there was this um... girl that kinda... ah... He quickly

pushed Tracy forward, making him fall off the couch. You tell her, Trace... She gave Tracey

a hard look. Tracey coughed and tried to get up. Well, you know that redhead in all

the pictures around the house? She nodded. Yeah, one of Ash's good childhood friends,

I suppose... what about them? Tracey winced. That's... kinda understating it. See, that's

Ash's best friend, as in still. For ten years going... that's Misty. Angela was confused. Wait

a second... what does this have to do with Ash not being here? Tracey got ready to feel

the impact of wood on the side of his head. It's because... Suddenly, they all heard the

splash of car tires pulling into the driveway. Brock and Tracey jumped up, suddenly feeling

renewed life. Maybe they wouldn't die that day after all! The room stood still as they

listened to the sounds coming from outside. The group of one angry anime girl and two

very afraid anime guys heard car doors slamming, and watched as the front door opened,

and both Togechikku and Pikachu came in and shook the water off themselves. They were

soon followed by Misty, who ran in wringing her hair out. Without thinking or looking where

she was going, Misty ran straight into Angela.


The two girls stared at each other, sizing the other up. Misty felt mildly embarrassed

by her wet condition and clumsy entrance, and wished that she could present a more

intimidating figure to the girl who was trying to steal her best friend. Misty hated to admit it,

but Angela was very pretty, and looked poised and sophisticated in her white wedding

dress. Misty glanced quickly at her sopping wet loose-fitting jeans and blue halter top. She

winced inwardly at how immature she must look compared to Angela. But, despite her wet

appearance, Angela was intimidated by Misty. This red-haired muscular girl standing in front

her looked like someone she didn't want to mess with. Misty had a confident, powerful

presence, and it was helping her now in this telepathic battle of looks and outward

personality traits. Angela frowned deeper. The pieces were coming together now. Her face

grew hard. She wasn't about to let her guard down. It seems guys don't have the ability to

battle like this. For most girls, it can always come naturally when the situation called for it. And

the situation definitely called for it now. These first impressions came in a matter of seconds,

before Misty decided to make the first move. Hey, you must be Angela. Misty said

coolly, sticking out her hand for a handshake. Angela nodded and took Misty's hand. And

you're Misty, I presume. They shook hands slowly, trying to evaluate the other person by

their handshake. When they released, the cloud of tension was broken by an panicky voice

coming from Brock. Heh, look Trace... they're already friends! Tracy elbowed Brock in the

side and smiled an unnatural smile at the two girls. Well, since you two are getting along so

well, we're just gonna skip out of here, kay? No response. The two girls were both staring

at each other, looking way too serious for the occasion. The boys were out the front door in

a matter of seconds, and ran straight by Ash, shouting, Good luck man. You'll need it!

before hiding behind a large tree across the street. Ash swallowed. He knew what he was

going to have to face when he went in there. He wondered if Angela and Misty would fight.

He knew that Misty could win with her eyes closed, but he really didn't want to have to

mediate a fight between those two. They would kill him. He gulped a mouthful of air and rain

again, and walked into the house.


Angela and I want to talk, in private. Angela nodded, still not breaking the staring

contest that seemed to have began. That's right. We have some things we need to work

out. Ash looked back and forth between them, bewildered. He raised an eyebrow. So,

you're not going to need me here? Misty was still staring at Angela, eyes narrowed. For

right now, no. But, don't go anywhere. Ash couldn't figure it out. This had to be the weirdest

event that had ever occurred in his entire lifetime. He was stumped at the reason for this

strange turn of events. Uh... can I go hide behind the tree with Brock and Tracy? He said,

half jokingly. Without breaking the stare, they nodded. Now Ash was scared. Um... yeah,

okay, I'll go now. He slowly walked out the door, creeping out into the rain to hide with his

wimpy buddies.


Well, I'd love to hear the whole story, and don't forget to include the part where you

run away with my fiance. Angela said, sounding quite calm for someone who's wedding

plans had been drastically changed that day. Misty growled, trying to keep her temper at

bay. She hated the patronizing tone that this girl was giving her. I don't know you, She

said in a low voice, ...but you don't seem like the kind of person who would want me to

bust your face in. Angela lost her nerve there. She seemed shocked. Misty shook her

head and sighed. I'm sorry. She looked at Angela again, this time trying to smile. Hi, I'm

Misty Waterflower. Ash's best friend. Angela was silent. Misty continued, Look, I didn't

come out here to ruin this day for you, okay? I wanted to see Ash get married. Angela

frowned. Why wasn't Ash here? Why did he leave? Misty sighed. You want the whole

story, huh? She nodded. Misty shrugged. Take a seat, I guess. With that, she began.


I met Ash accidentally. I was going fishing, and instead of a Pokemon, I pulled out a

trainer. I found out later that he and his Pikachu were attacked by sparrows. Pikachu was hurt,

and Ash borrowed' my bike, and promptly destroyed it. I promised him that I wouldn't

leave him alone until he paid me back, which was how our friendship began. He was

stubborn and determined, too much like me I guess, so we fought all the time. We learned

early on what buttons to push, even though Ash couldn't always think of a rebuttal at the

time, he would always get me back for an insult about his skills, or his height, or his

denseness. Believe it or not, that's really how we became close. We knew each other

inside out. When you're with someone 24/7 for three years, you can't help but become

close to them. So that's how it happened. Ash was my best pal. The fighting became a joke.

More playful teasing then anything else, even though we still pushed each other's buttons

relentlessly. I was able to tell him almost everything... Misty stopped, suddenly looking

sad. She continued in a low, sorrowful voice, Then, I started to get homesick, which was so

stupid, because I was the one who ran away from home in the first place. We started

getting closer to my hometown, and I... I decided to go home. I think Ash was mad about it

or sad or...something. But he supported me. Misty looked at Angela. He supported me.

Then, it was over. He went home. We called each other all the time, and whenever he went

to a competition, I was always there, in the front row. Waiting to watch him win again. He

always did. I was there when he got the title of Pokemon Master... She grinned at the

memory. I've never seen him so happy... anyway, so we were still the best friends we

ever were, even more so, if you can believe it. Then three months ago... nothing. I couldn't

get a hold of him, and he didn't try to get a hold of me. Misty frowned and stopped.

Angela prodded her, Yeah, so why wasn't Ash here to get married? Misty sighed. I don't

even know if I should tell you now. We need to go get Ash. She paused. He should be

here too.

-Yep, quite unfortunately, to be continued...

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