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A/N: Please R&R. Yes, this will be long, kay A*MON? And the other person who told me to make it longer?? THX. Now, this story is a bit weirder than the rest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, Okay!!!! I do own the plot though.
Yes, I know he's gone. But where? Does he love somebody else? Don't say yes. I am his Misty wish-to-be Ketchum. Pointless dream. I know. Sometimes people tell me I'm going crazy. Don't ask me where Brock is, either. I think he went with Ash. I roommate with Tracey and his girlfriend, some Joyce girl, a joy with crimped hair, and a school uniform. I don't care. I can forget about him. Who's he? You mean you haven't guessed? He's Ash. The world famous Pokemon Master.
Some nights, like tonight, I stay awake dreaming about him. I cry into my pillow, and I don't care. Joyce is a great friend, even though she's a ditz. Togepi was a friend, until she went through what Joyce calls the "biting stage". She should be over that pretty soon. Well, it seems he's forgotten me.
Wait. Joyce just came in with the mail. 2 things for me. A letter from Brock:
Dear Misty,
I know you haven't heard from me in awhile. I married a nice Jenny, who likes to be called Jenna. Gonna visit you and Tracey sometime soon.
From, Brock
And Ash:
Misty,
You probably hate me. I wouldn't blame you. I will try to find a way to see.
Love, Ash
Maybe there is hope. I don't wanna see him, though. The Cerulean Festival will be here next week. There are singers, booths, games, make-up. If he's here, I might not go. Please don't come!!! I'm willing him not to.
A/N: Please R&R. Yes, this will be long, kay A*MON? And the other person who told me to make it longer?? THX. Now, this story is a bit weirder than the rest.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon, Okay!!!! I do own the plot though.
Yes, I know he's gone. But where? Does he love somebody else? Don't say yes. I am his Misty wish-to-be Ketchum. Pointless dream. I know. Sometimes people tell me I'm going crazy. Don't ask me where Brock is, either. I think he went with Ash. I roommate with Tracey and his girlfriend, some Joyce girl, a joy with crimped hair, and a school uniform. I don't care. I can forget about him. Who's he? You mean you haven't guessed? He's Ash. The world famous Pokemon Master.
Some nights, like tonight, I stay awake dreaming about him. I cry into my pillow, and I don't care. Joyce is a great friend, even though she's a ditz. Togepi was a friend, until she went through what Joyce calls the "biting stage". She should be over that pretty soon. Well, it seems he's forgotten me.
Wait. Joyce just came in with the mail. 2 things for me. A letter from Brock:
Dear Misty,
I know you haven't heard from me in awhile. I married a nice Jenny, who likes to be called Jenna. Gonna visit you and Tracey sometime soon.
From, Brock
And Ash:
Misty,
You probably hate me. I wouldn't blame you. I will try to find a way to see.
Love, Ash
Maybe there is hope. I don't wanna see him, though. The Cerulean Festival will be here next week. There are singers, booths, games, make-up. If he's here, I might not go. Please don't come!!! I'm willing him not to.