**Saturate Me**
Author's Note: I'm so sorry if you looked forward to seeing more of "No One Will Hear Me Cry". It was a freak accident…and I don't think I should mention any more about it. I sort of did something that offended one particular person, and would've seriously put me into a bad position. But enough of that! I have to continue on with this story! Well, just read, enjoy, and review. BUT I WILL NOT ACCEPT REVIEWS FOR WHY I ERASED THE STORY I HAD JUST STATED ABOVE IN QUOTATION MARKS! It is this story and reviews for this story alone. If you would like any further information…e-mail me at this address: X69BoOoTyLiCiOuS@aol.com.
Disclaimer: PLEASE READ THIS! I obviously do not own any of Pokémon, Game Freak creatures. I just write about them. Just another one of those authors in the crowd. And more thing…**I do not own the Mandy Moore song, Saturate Me, I am just making this mostly another song fic.**
Dedications and Shout Outs: I would like to take the time to appreciate what author, A*MON, has done for me. I'm dedicating this just for her. You have no idea how great of a friend and supporter she is. Very few people out there are like Angie*.
Brief Explanation of Story: Ash and Misty are a couple, but they might sound a little…ditzy, and a sort of mushy. But this is part of the story, because it is mostly based on Brock this time, folks.
***:::…:::***
**
The desert wander lacks its mirage
There's no mistaking the barrage
Of sand and wind that tears my skin
Leaving what's without, exposing what's within
Forsaken, left here in my barren desolate…
**
"I love you, Misty!" Ash blurted after five seconds of telling his girlfriend these words previously at the campfire.
"I love you, too, Ashy!" Misty replied with great rapture.
"I love yelling at people to cut down on the SWEETS!" Brock retorted in the manner of his fellow companions. He slowly placed the pot down he had just cleaned from dinner.
"You know, I wouldn't talk, Brock. Hey, that kind of rhymed, but…that's not the point!" The adolescent boy preteen snapped back at the older boy's comment of sarcasm. "Who is the one who chases after girls?"
"No prizes given for who can tell us the right answer." Misty notified, directing to Brock, and she had a nice smirk to go with it, might I add.
"Me." Responded Brock, manipulating the sand around between the toes of both his bare feet that were on the ground, as did Brock did the same. "I am not going to put up with these games you both play. Play your own games, since you both are practically making wedding plans. See you in the morning. I'm beat."
"Sorry. We didn't want to hurt—" Brock's heavy breathing cut off Misty from her apology. It wasn't snoring; it was just the pre-phase.
Though Brock didn't know it, he fell quickly asleep. Pleasant dreams followed him. Most people don't understand dreams; they can tell you things that sometimes we cannot comprehend. And not just your living dreams can come true. Night dreams can chase you for your whole life and never die…
**
My soul is evaporating, won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain down on me with life
***:::…:::***
"What? Where am I?" His voice was swept into the wind. "Well, let's see there's sand and a big, huge puddle of water, hmmmm, I'm just guessing is this a beach?"
There's silence and the only other sound is the lapping of the salt-purified water against the shoreline, boulder rocks that are black and raw with sea barnacles, which don't dare to let go. They don't dare to let go of their pride, and don't dare to let go of their future.
"Who are you kidding, Brock? There's no one here but youuuuuu…and another knock-out for you to ask out!"
The young beauty had long, endowed with the color aqua. Her hair. Her eyes. Her lengthy, dragging, silk, sleeveless gown. Her translucent sandals. Everything about her was to die for; Brock would certainly do so.
"I'm not going to let this one go!" He noted to himself, one too many times. "Excuse me! Don't go!" She turned and walked away from the opposite of Brock's part of the beach, and walked further than the opposite where she was standing prior to him sighting the mystic woman.
"Don't worry, I'm right here." A soothing female voice flowed in through his left ear. He could feel the warmth of the breath from whomever it was coming out of. He instantly felt his instinct give him the sign that it was the woman from the other end of the endless seashore. "I'm here to give you want…which is love, am I right?"
"Oh, I don't think you'll ever be wrong…" Even in his dreams Brock went in his goofy girl-mode.
**
My soul is evaporating, won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me bring the tide
**
She giggled and responded, "Now come here, Brock…Brock…" As the woman's voice was a barely audible whisper.
"BROCK! Can you stop that leaning-in-pucker-up look? It's scaring me that maybe you don't have interest in only women!" Ash shattered the dream with his scratchy, protesting voice.
"Holy lords of shit!" Brock shouted, bolting his eyes wide open. "Don't do that!" He continued in a grim sounding voice.
"Wow, that sounds like we're at a church outing…holy and shit, couldn't have put those words together better myself." Misty sarcastically mouthed.
"Damn, I didn't get her name!"
"What are you talking about? You know her name, it's Misty!"
"I know her name, but, never mind. You both wouldn't understand true love."
"We are in love, Brock. Look, it was probably just another dream with you and a girl and she falls dramatically in love with you, you pick her up, get hitched and you two live happily ever after! I would make big bucks with you and your dreams if I became a fortuneteller. Just shake it off like you always do, and try something for me? Catch a girl in Reality Central, okay?" Said Misty, thinking she could conclude all of Brock's thoughts instantly. Well, her theory was incredibly irrational, at least this time.
"Do you have anything to say to pick me apart, Ash? I don't think I have much left for you, because Misty over here LIKES TO EMOTIONALLY ABUSE PEOPLE!"
Misty put on a cutesy, quick smile. While doing so, Ash spoke, "Uh…um…what was she saying again?"
"I've just about had it…no only with men, but with Ash." She spat out.
**
My soul is evaporating, won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Rain on me with life
My soul is evaporating, won't you saturate me, won't you saturate me
Storm around me bring the tide
**
***:::…:::***
HEY! HOPEFULLY THIS GETS YOUR ATTENTION. PLEASE NO FLAMES! Keep those comments to yourselves. Because if a reader reads the reviews first to check how good the story is, they're going to find flames and that ain't good for me. They'll just not want to read it since everyone else would hate it. But I'm hoping that everyone likes this, so REVIEW, REVIEW!
I'm wondering if I should put up more CHAPTERS based on the reviews I get, so please make the best of it! ~*::..Leah..::*~