Dancing Queen

Disclaimers: I do not own the song Heaven is a Place On Earth by Belinda Carlisle.


Chapter Nine: Preparations

Misty opened her eyes wearily to see Brock leaning over her beaming.

"Up and at 'em, Misty."

Misty let out a groan and tossed a pillow at Brock face. Brock caught in instinctively. He smiled some more, "Misty. Come on."

"Go away," She hissed through the folds in her pillows.

She ducked under her covers leaving only the top of her flaming red hair exposed. Brock grabbed her wrist and attempted to drag her out of bed. Misty tumbled out onto the floor, covers and all. She screamed and shielded her eyes from the blinding sunlight.

"Brock!" She shouted. "It's a Saturday! Go away!"

"Misty! You haven't forgotten about our training program, have you? If you want Ash back without looking that you want him back you have to work with me."

Misty lowered the covers around her and blinked her bright blue eyes at him, "Why does it have to be so hard?"

"Because you're too proud to say you're sorry. And so is he," Brock huffed in frustration. "This is hard on me too. This won't be a nice trip. Be more like a roller coaster gone out-of-control."

Misty let out a low sigh, "Maybe I should just give up…"

"Oh no," Brock barked. "You and Ash are gonna be friends again. And if we are lucky, we can make you more than that."

"More than…" Misty repeated faintly.

Brock nodded and Misty's face turned a bright crimson,

"No way! I don't like Ash like that!"

"Sure you don't, Misty," Brock said rolling his eyes. "Man, at least Ash does a better job at lying."

"BROCK!"


Misty climbed down the stairs with Brock to see Amber waving them over to their booth. Everyone was already sitting there eating what they ordered.

Amber and Richie sat on one side while Pikachu and Ash sat on the other side. Brock immediately took a seat next to Amber and Richie, leaving the only seat left the one next to Ash. Ash and Misty both turned pink.

"No way am I sitting there," She hissed to Brock.

"Sorry Mist. That's the only seat left. You'll have too," Richie murmured.

"Was I talking to you?" Misty snapped making Richie's ears burn pink.

Richie looked away.

Ash looked completely disgusted. He looked down at his plate of eggs and bacon to avoid looking at Misty when she took a seat next to him. Misty was about the reach for the plate of donuts out on the table already when Brock sent her a death glare. She let out a moan and grabbed a piece of watermelon instead. She sat munching on it while looking at the plate of donuts longingly.

"The tryouts are today. You coming," Amber muttered to Ash.

Ash nodded as if afraid to say anything near Misty.

"Tryouts?" Misty asked curiously.

"Yeah. Tryouts for the beauty contest."

Misty's eyes went wide. She looked over to Brock and hissed, "What?!"

Brock took her by the arm and sputtered, "Excuse us."

"Tryouts?! I have to tryout?!"

"Dun worry, Misty. You not really allowed to prepare for the contest until after they give out the requirements. They need to test out a girl inner beauty first," Brock whispered. "We train all today and then tonight you get up on stage. Just try to be yourself."

"Sure," Misty moaned.


Oh baby,
do you know what that's worth?
Oh, heaven is a place on earth.
They say in heaven, love comes first.
We'll make heaven our place on earth!
Oh, heaven is a place on earth.

Misty jumped onto the fence that Brock led her across. Something about balance?

Misty took one step at a time carefully crossing to the other end. She was almost there when she caught sight of Ash and Pikachu playing tag. Ash looked up at her as if wondering what she was doing. Misty stumbled and lost her footing. She fell back first on the ground. Rubbing he sore behind, she growled at Ash who was giggling at her.

When the night falls down,
I wait for you
and you come around.
And the world's alive,
with the sound of kids on the street outside.

Misty ran across the beach skimming across the waves on her last lap of the day. She looked up to see Ash watching her from a cliff above the beach. He sat there petting Pikachu. Their eyes met.

A cold wave rushed over her tennis shoes. Misty let out a squeal and jumped backwards.

When she looked again, Ash was gone.

When you walk into the room,
You pull me close and we start to move.
And we're spinning with the stars above,
and you lift me up in the wave of love.

Brock was attempting to teach Misty to waltz. But all they had succeed so far was killing each other's feet. Misty knew that any second no Ash was gonna walk by and make fun over her.

But instead when Amber, Richie, Ash, and Pikachu walked passed they stopped to watch. Misty watched out of the corner of her eye as Ash shook his head.

Like he knew anything about dancing.

Oh baby,
do you know what that's worth?
Oh, heaven is a place on earth.
They say in heaven, love comes first.
We'll make heaven our place on earth!
Oh, heaven is a place on earth.

Ash walked over and hissed into Misty's ears,

"The key to dancing is to not step on the other person's foot."

"Thank you for that. I'm eternally grateful. If you can do any better- show me," Misty murmured.

Brock stepped back as Ash shrugged, "Okay."

Misty's eyes went wide as he took her hands and started to dance with her. He kept muttering things like.

"Don't be so tense," and "Move to the beat of the song."

Misty was still in shock when Ash beamed and walked off. Where did he learn that with all his pokemon training?!

When I feel alone,
I reach for you
and you bring me home.
When I'm lost at sea,
I hear your voice
and it carries me.

Misty sat on her bed staring sadly at the photos of Ash and her during their journeys. They looked so happy. There was a knocking at her hotel room door. Misty let out a sigh of disappointment and groaned, "Come in."

She tucked the book under her pillow quickly. Misty looked up to see a most unusual sight reach her eyes. Ash stood then blushing a bright red.

"Uh, you dropped this." Ash murmured holding up a small bracelet with crystal Staru and Starmie on it.

In this world, we're just beginning
to understand the percales of living.
Baby, I was afraid before,
but I'm not afraid anymore.

Misty blinked uncertainly at the beautiful necklace.

"That's not mine…"

Ash blushed even deeper,

"I know that but ummmm, I bought it…"

"For me?" Misty asked hesitantly.

"Y-yeah," Ash stuttered handing it to her.

Misty snapped the bracelet on her wrist and looked at it with awe.

"Why thank you, Ash."

Ash looked as though he might die of embarrassment. A evil thought crossed her mind. What the heck. It would be funny to see the reaction on his face… let's see if you have the nerve to do it.

"This was really sweet of you." Misty smiled getting to her feet. Ash took a cautious step backwards turning redder by the second. Misty brushed past him on her way to the door and gave him a slight kiss on the cheek. Ash's eyes widened to the size of dinner plates.

"Thanks," She whispered before walking out of the room. Once Misty was sure he couldn't see her anymore she did a little jig for joy.

"He likes me! He likes me!" She sang.

Oh baby, do you know what that's worth?
Oh, heaven is a place on earth.
They say in heaven, love comes first.
We'll make heaven our place on earth!
Oh, heaven is a place on earth.

Misty prepared for the big tryouts with Brock giving her little hints. She was dressed in a pretty blue jean jacket over a sparking ocean colored tie-die shirt. She wore a nice jean skirt. Misty didn't want to looked too much like a kid so she wore her hair down.

Beaming she walked out onto the stage. She was greeted by thousands of cheers. She was joining her competitors when on the judges table she caught site someone with their jaw dropped. He jaw almost did the same.

Ash Ketchum was a judge in the contest she had entered.

"Now judges make you decisions based on the summaries…"

Misty gave pleading eyes to Ash who looked as if he was about to pass out. He burned bright red as they drew nearer to his vote.

"Will he vote for me?" Misty whispered to herself. "This isn't fair either way..."

"Ash Ketchum, your vote please."

Ash was staring at her with eyes of great confusion.

"Ash Ketchum. Your vote, please."

Ash stood up holding his little wipe board. He turned it over…

"Number 45."

To Be Continued…

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So is Misty #45? Maybe…