Tracey was ready to start praying when Brock appeared. "Hi—ohh," he said
when he saw Misty was sitting there crying her eyes out.
Little Misty, surprisingly, was silent in Brock's arms. Misty stopped for a moment and peered up at Brock. "What?" She asked, as if it wasn't obvious why two of her friends were staring at her tear-stained face.
"Err…" began Brock. "Misty, are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," she said quickly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Great. But I'm gonna… go home now," she added, referring to Ash's house.
"Oh… okay," said Brock, how was now very confused.
"That was weird," Tracey commented when Misty had left the room.
"Nah," Brock said. "That was just Misty."
The two of them laughed, more to break the tense atmosphere in the room than anything else.
"Mew!" Little Misty called. "Mew!"
Brock went red. "Did she just call me… Daddy?"
Tracey nodded. "That's sort of sweet."
"She calls you… Mommy?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"I bet the professor would like to know how that one came about!" Brock laughed, referring to the fact that they were both human males, and… ahem.
"Do you think Misty will be okay?" Tracey asked, changing the subject hastily.
"Yeah, she'll be completely back to normal by tomorrow," Brock said. "Trust me."
Tracey nodded. Brock was probably right.
"Her and Ash will just kiss and make up, and then… fall out again in a couple of days," Brock predicted confidently. "Well, not literally, but… oh, you know what I mean."
Tracey nodded again. He was beginning to feel like Noddy, nodding all the time. He nodded once more. "Uhh…" he said nervously, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
"Um…" Brock ummed agreeably. "Err…"
The two of them sat in silence, Tracey tapping his nails against the worktop and Brock trying to fight the urge to start cleaning again. "Ohh… please Tracey, can I just tidy the kitchen?" Brock begged. "Wash the windows, sort the cupboards, something. I'm going crazy sitting in a house I can't clean."
"If you want," Tracey shrugged. He paused for a moment. "What do you think Ash did that was so bad?"
"No idea," Brock said, with his head in a cupboard looking for cleaning materials, "but it probably had something to do with really bad toilet humour."
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Not really much in this chapter, but Tracey's just a little awkward since he doesn't know Brock too well. I know there's a lot of nervous humour, but haven't you ever been in that situation? As for what's going on with Misty, even I don't know. It will be revealed in the future, when I know.
I'd like to thank all my reviewers, and dedicate this chapter to them (to name them, it's Rocket Flame, Blackjack Gabbiani, Myst-Lady, Stranger Ishida, Myst-Lady again, Azure Sketchit, Myst-Lady once more, Mew*Gal, Neekachu, Myst-Lady twice more, Eevee, and Snakelady Frohike), I love you all, thank you so much. Especially Myst-Lady, thanks for all your reviews, you are truly great. THANK YOU!!!
Little Misty, surprisingly, was silent in Brock's arms. Misty stopped for a moment and peered up at Brock. "What?" She asked, as if it wasn't obvious why two of her friends were staring at her tear-stained face.
"Err…" began Brock. "Misty, are you okay?"
"Oh, yeah, sure," she said quickly, rubbing her eyes with the back of her hand. "Great. But I'm gonna… go home now," she added, referring to Ash's house.
"Oh… okay," said Brock, how was now very confused.
"That was weird," Tracey commented when Misty had left the room.
"Nah," Brock said. "That was just Misty."
The two of them laughed, more to break the tense atmosphere in the room than anything else.
"Mew!" Little Misty called. "Mew!"
Brock went red. "Did she just call me… Daddy?"
Tracey nodded. "That's sort of sweet."
"She calls you… Mommy?"
"Yeah, I think so."
"I bet the professor would like to know how that one came about!" Brock laughed, referring to the fact that they were both human males, and… ahem.
"Do you think Misty will be okay?" Tracey asked, changing the subject hastily.
"Yeah, she'll be completely back to normal by tomorrow," Brock said. "Trust me."
Tracey nodded. Brock was probably right.
"Her and Ash will just kiss and make up, and then… fall out again in a couple of days," Brock predicted confidently. "Well, not literally, but… oh, you know what I mean."
Tracey nodded again. He was beginning to feel like Noddy, nodding all the time. He nodded once more. "Uhh…" he said nervously, unsure of how to continue the conversation.
"Um…" Brock ummed agreeably. "Err…"
The two of them sat in silence, Tracey tapping his nails against the worktop and Brock trying to fight the urge to start cleaning again. "Ohh… please Tracey, can I just tidy the kitchen?" Brock begged. "Wash the windows, sort the cupboards, something. I'm going crazy sitting in a house I can't clean."
"If you want," Tracey shrugged. He paused for a moment. "What do you think Ash did that was so bad?"
"No idea," Brock said, with his head in a cupboard looking for cleaning materials, "but it probably had something to do with really bad toilet humour."
*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(*(
Not really much in this chapter, but Tracey's just a little awkward since he doesn't know Brock too well. I know there's a lot of nervous humour, but haven't you ever been in that situation? As for what's going on with Misty, even I don't know. It will be revealed in the future, when I know.
I'd like to thank all my reviewers, and dedicate this chapter to them (to name them, it's Rocket Flame, Blackjack Gabbiani, Myst-Lady, Stranger Ishida, Myst-Lady again, Azure Sketchit, Myst-Lady once more, Mew*Gal, Neekachu, Myst-Lady twice more, Eevee, and Snakelady Frohike), I love you all, thank you so much. Especially Myst-Lady, thanks for all your reviews, you are truly great. THANK YOU!!!