Disclaimer: Pokémon does not belong to me. If it did, I would probably be a millionaire by now. But it doesn't, so I'm not.
Chapter One
Narrator: Ash and his friends are still traveling on their journey to Johto. But now is a good time to rest, relax and get in touch with the people back home.
"Bye, professor. Say hi to Tracy for us." Ash hung up with Professor Oak. He, along with Brock, Misty, and Pikachu had stopped at a Pokémon Center. "Okay guys, let's go."
"Pika!" Pikachu hopped onto his shoulder.
"Wait a minute!" Misty cried. They all looked at her in surprise.
"What's the matter?" asked Brock.
"Other people would like to use the phone too, you know," she huffed. She picked up the receiver. "Do you mind?"
"Sure, we'll just go talk with Nurse Joy," Brock said, his eyes getting that all too familiar look. Ash groaned and, seeing as Misty couldn't do it, pulled him by the ear to a nearby couch.
"How much farther do we have to go to the next gym, Brock?" Ash asked.
Brock pulled out his map and looked it over. "It'll be a couple more days, that is, if we don't get distracted."
"And if Team Rocket doesn't show up and try to steal Pikachu." Ash glanced at his shoulder. Pikachu was gone. "Where'd he go?" Ash looked under the couch, and overturned the cushions, knocking over the coffee table in front of him. He finally spotted Pikachu, playing with Togepi by Misty's feet. He breathed a sigh of relief.
"Ahem, now that that's settled, do you mind putting everything back in its place?" Nurse Joy stood over him. The floor was covered with papers that were once in orderly piles of the coffee table.
"Sorry." Ash blushed and began picking up the cushions; careful not to get them in the soda he'd also spilled.
"I absolutely agree. Pokémon need completely cleanliness to heal. I personally hate clutter. Maybe later, we could get together and fix up this place," Brock suggested, drooling on her uniform.
Ash sweatdropped and knocked him down with a pillow. "Hey, I wonder why Misty never tried--" He was answered with a pillow whacking him in the face.
Misty was fuming. "Why I ought to…"
"What happened?" Ash asked. He was tangled with Brock on the floor.
"My sisters said to call every once in a while, just to check in, so they can see how I'm doing, blah blah blah. So, I call them, right?"
"Uh, right," Brock answered, rubbing his head where it hit the ground.
"And Violet tells me, the first words out of her mouth, do you know what the first words out of her mouth were?" Misty demanded.
Ash scratched his head. "Um, no, I don't. Why don't you tell us?"
"The first words out of her mouth aren't 'how are you?' or 'it's good to hear from you.' No. They are 'We just got a modeling contract.' Can you believe that?"
"What's so bad about that?" Brock asked. "Maybe she was just excited and wanted to share the good news."
Misty frowned. "That's what I thought at first. But guess what she said next."
"Tell us," Ash begged. He was getting annoyed, but he didn't want to get hit again either.
"She said 'Too bad you're not beautiful like we are, or else you could've joined us.'" Misty was so angry, she hit both of them, even though they were innocent.
"Um, well…" Ash tried to think of a supportive comment that wouldn't result in an injury. "Uh, since when do you listen to them?" He mentally hit himself. That was supportive?
"I'd listen to them anytime," Brock said dreamily, thinking of the self-proclaimed Sensational Sisters.
Ash expected her to hit him again, but Misty wasn't even listening. Her eyes were fixed on something on the wall.
"So, let's go," he said, changing the subject.
Misty turned back to him. "Huh? What?" she said distractedly. "Um, you guys go ahead. I have something I have to do first."
Ash started to protest, but Brock stopped him. "Let's let her cool down for a little while."
Ash shrugged and glanced at Misty. She waved him away. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Uh, okay." Ash wasn't sure about leaving her alone, but he figured Brock was probably right.
"We'll see you later then. Come on Pikachu." Pikachu left Togepi, looking confused. "Pika pi?" he asked.
"Don't worry, they'll join up with us later. Right Brock?" Ash didn't get an answer. He turned around.
"Until we meet again," Brock said, clasping poor Nurse Joy's hands in his own.
"Come on, Brock." Ash dragged him out the door.
"Bye guys," Misty said softly. She picked up Togepi, who waved his little arms gleefully.
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