Fathomless Favor
By LittLetRiXta
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, we all know I don't and we all know who does, so enough discussion on that matter and onto the good stuff.. (heh, aint that an over-statement..)
Genre: Romance/ Humor? (This chapter won't be really funny. Sort of more on the general/dramatic/suspense side then under the humor category. I think.)
Author's Note: Once again.Replies were great.I love them all, and you were all so sweet to write them! Thanks so much for your support!
Little-Trixta
Fathomless Favor- Chapter Four: Mommy's Miss-Notion
My Dearest Togepi,
Ash and I must have made a couple million attempts for a practice kiss this morning. Gee, that's a sentence I never thought I'd find myself saying. I'm either intoxicated and completely unaware of it, or just in a really good mood. The past week has been really weird, and not at all routine check, but I said I'd go through with it, and I guess I have to keep my word. Anyway, After about the million and twenty fifth attempt, Brock finally came to the conclusion that maybe we'd better forget about the whole practice thing and worry about it when Avery finally comes. I guess it kind of makes sense. I mean, who practices for a kiss? Especially their first. Okay so there's Brock, but that's different. When it comes to him and the opposite gender everything is unexplainable in itself. I always figured that when the right time came for a first kiss, there was nothing to stand in the way. It would just come. Cheesy and scripted, I know. But, when you think about it, what greatest romance story contains five or six scenes of practicing for the final kiss? I mean, Romeo and Juliet didn't exactly practice for that last scene with the daggers and poison. I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if it's gotta' look real, it can't be rehearsed. If I explained any of this to the guys they would think I'm crazy, I just know it. Besides, Ash thinks Romeo is some kind of beer label, and Juliet is a sports drink. That idiot. I just realized how hungry I am. At lunch, Brock made me and Ash go over those stupid cliff notes he typed up for us. What are we going to do when Avery comes? Pull out our little index cards and name the other's favorite food when we "supposedly" forget? I've spent the last four years eating breakfast, lunch, AND dinner with Ash. It's not exactly hard to forget. Most of what I eat is what Ash eats anyway. And I know this for sure because I've caught Ash stealing my baloney right out of my sandwich when he thinks I'm not looking. If that's not enough practice, I don't know what is. Ash is my best friend. And that's all I'll need to know about the buffoon if I'm going to play his girlfriend for the next couple of weeks.
Plus, this Avery girl, who STILL hasn't shown up is really starting to bug me. We talk about her as if she's actually here. I'm starting to think she's not even real, and Ash is just fooling with me. But then again, why would he go through all the trouble? I don't know. I need sleep. . .
"Ash honey, you're not eating your pancakes." Delia Ketchum worriedly pointed out as she watched her son make an imprint in her kitchen table with his chin.
"I'm not hungry." Ash sulkily replied, stirring the syrup around his pancakes with his fork.
"Not hungry?! Ash, are you alright? Let me feel you're forehead." Delia panicked.
"No Mom, I'm alright. Really. See." Ash said smiling flatly.
Brock and Misty exchanged glances. They knew exactly why Ash was acting the way he was. Today was the day Ash had been dreading the whole week. . .
. . . It was the day Avery would be coming.
Ash sighed and stood up. He took ten, long, dragging steps to the sink and began the even slower process of washing his plate.
Misty shook her head and planted her forehead into both palms of her hands. It was the first time she had a plate full of untouched food and Ash didn't even bother looking at it, much less try to snatch a piece.
She was trying so hard to be the stable part of the operation, but she was starting to doubt whether or not she was ready to pull it off. By the looks of it Ash sure wasn't, and if Ash wasn't it just doubled the fact that she wasn't. . .
It was all too much to think about.
In another corner of the kitchen table, a concerned Mrs. Ketchum who hadn't the slightest idea of what was going on stared at her son, then to Brock, then over to Misty, who at the moment was making a very good impression of "Ash three minutes ago".
Brock on the other hand could feel the bead, which was a little more like a river, of sweat cascade it's way down the side of his face. The tension was just too much to bear. And to top it off, Mrs. Ketchum wouldn't stop looking at him. It was like he was being cornered in a grudge match between himself and the champion's Mother, of all staring contests. There just had to be some way he could snap Ash and Misty out of their temporary "doom" dazes, before Mrs. Ketchum would start asking questions. And he just had the ever-so-sure feeling he would be the one who would have to answer.
Brock suddenly found his sausage extremely fascinating.
'Isn't Ash done with that plate yet?!' Brock mentally asked himself.
And so, for the first time in his life, Brock tried to master the ability to look up, and diagonal, while keeping his head exactly parallel to the floor.
Yep. He was still washing that plate. Ash could set a record at the rate he was going.
Brock's eyes flickered to the right in attempt to try to see if Mrs. Ketchum was still cornering him with mental thoughts of 'You know something about these two that I don't, don't you. Brock, as guardian of my little boy for the past something and something years I hold you responsible for whatever's going on." Yea that sounded about right. Not at all pleasant, but he could just picture himself stranded in the middle of the countryside being forced to steal sunflower seeds from a local farm.
"Brock. . ." Oh no. Here it was. He was dead. And he never even got the chance to see Bristy Pears In concert!
" I have to speak to you for a moment. . ." Mrs. Ketchum said raising from her seat.
Brock gulped and turned to look at his friends. Misty was practicing different versions of her "Hello, Avery." Greetings. And yep. As suspected. Ash was STILL washing that dish. That stupid dish that looked like it was starting to get a hole rubbed through it.
Brock arched his eyebrows. If Ash's intention was to wash that dish until Avery was gone, he really didn't think that would work.
"Brock!" Mrs. Ketchum called sternly. Brock jumped and entered the living room.
Mrs. Ketchum was standing next to the little coffee table with her hands on her hips and bitting the bottom of her lip. Brock had never seen Mrs. Ketchum so upset before. Well, except for that time she found a dozen of Ash's dirty "We-all-know-what's" in his backpack un-cleaned, and practically un-sanitary.
"Okay Brock. I have a really strong feeling something's going on here. And you seem to be the only one willing to answer at the moment. So I'm going to ask you once, and I want an honest answer."
Brock nodded.
Mrs. Ketchum inhaled.
"Are Ash and Misty. . ."
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Brock was sure of it. This was the longest period of silence he would endure over the course of his life time. He couldn't say they WERE, because Ash would kill him. And then Mrs. Ketchum would kill Ash. And he couldn't tell her what they were REALLY up to, because Ash would kill him. . . Aaaand Mrs. Ketchum would STILL probably kill Ash.
". . . afraid to tell me they don't like my pancakes?" At that moment Brock felt oxygen go back into his system.
Wait. Pancakes? PANCAKES? This whole time he had been worrying about what to tell Mrs. Ketchum about Ash and Misty's little deal, when all she had been suspicious about was PANCAKES?
"Yes."
Mrs. Ketchum sighed. "Well, I have honestly got to say. I am shocked."
"NOO!!!" By this point it was obvious Ash had stopped washing the dish, and was standing at the kitchen entrance beside a horror stricken Misty.
Ash ran to where Brock and his mom stood and dropped at his mother's feet.
"Mom, I'm sorry!! But I have to do it! I have to!! She drives me insane!! Please don't be mad Mom!!" Delia stared down at her son shocked and even more confused then she was to begin with.
Brock stared on in terror. He just HAD to stop washing that dish.
"Ash honey, what ever are you talking about? Have to do what? WHO drives you insane?" Delia asked repositioning her hands back onto her hips.
Ash froze. Misty froze. Pikachu, who had just joined in to see what all the commotion was about froze. He didn't know why, but that's what everyone else was doing.
"Uh. . ." Ash was at a lose of words. He just got the undeniable feeling Brock and his mom hadn't been talking about what he thought they were talking about.
Suddenly Ash felt a hand on his shoulder.
"He means me Mrs. Ketchum! He has to uh. . . clean his "you know what's!". I've constantly told him that you just wouldn't approve of such an uncleanly habit, and although I know it drives him insane, it was only right that I told him. And that's what he has to do. Clean his "we know what's"."
By now Ash's whole face was red. He didn't know what was worse. Having almost been caught and nearly killed, or stand aside and watch his best friend, who happened to be a female, go on about his dirty unmentionables to his own mother. It was a tough world. . .
Delia stared in disbelief. "Ash," Mrs. Ketchum paused ". . . is this true?"
Ash turned to Misty. He could NOT believe she had put him in this position. . .
. . .Okay, so it was kind of his fault to begin with. But did she really have to use his underwear as an alternate motive?
"Yes. " Ash answered shutting his eyes in agony and complete embarrassment.
"So uh, go ahead Ash. Go do it." Misty said shoving Ash toward the laundry room.
So, all in all they ended up with a clean save. Despite all that awkward mix-up, Delia seemed to buy the whole thing.
" I swear. That boy and his "you know what's". I'm really starting to worry about his health issues." Delia went on to herself as she re-entered the kitchen, leaving Brock and Misty to collapse on the couch out of relief.
An hour and thirty two pairs of washed underpants later. . .
"Three hours till Avery shows up." Brock counted off staring at the clock on the wall.
All three were sitting on the couch in lazy positions staring at the blank television screen. Misty had her head hanging nearly off the arm rest with her right arm sticking out over the side and her left hand rest under her head. Ash was laying sideways with the back of his head near her knees. And Brock was sitting upside down with his legs over the back side of the couch and his head in dangerous proximity to Ash's feet.
They were a sad looking crowd alright. . .
"I can't stand it." Ash muttered from under a pillow. " Let's do something."
"We can't. You're Mom took the car to go grocery shopping."
"Well, we could always walk. That's never stopped us before." Ash replied throwing off the pillow.
"Ash, it's a hundred and six degrees outside. We'll be crisp by the time our feet hits the welcome mat near the front door." Misty said raising her upper body.
"Call Tracy to come and get us."
"And how do you propose he do that?" Misty asked crossing her arms.
"I dunno'. He could. . . "Borrow" Oaky's car and drive down and get us!" Ash said.
Brock and Misty looked at each other then at Ash.
"You're asking TRACY to steal Professor OAK'S car? You've got to be kidding. The guy worships his anything he touches." Brock said.
"Does Oak even HAVE a car?" Misty asked receiving a shrug from all male persons in the room.
"Well, there's no way I'm gonna' sit around for the next three hours. We can handle it, right Pikachu?" Ash said looking to his little electric mouse who in turn disappeared into the kitchen.
Ash sighed. "Well, if you guys don't wanna' come, I'm goin' by myself. Say hi to Avery for me!"
Misty's eyes widened.
"On second thought, I think I'll come with you." Misty said getting up to fetch her shoes.
"You comin' too Brock?" Ash asked the last of the three who was now sitting upright position with the remote in his hand.
Brock looked up to his two friends standing at the front door and shook his head.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna catch up on my sports." Brock grinned as he turned his vision back to the television set engulfed with pretty women in bathing suits playing volleyball.
"Okay. If you say so. Come on Misty." Ash said leaning to opening the door.
"Mime." Mr. Mime stated stopping Ash before he could reach the handle.
"What is it Mime?"
"Mime." Mr. Mime pointed to the ground where Togepi's short figure stood juggling a knife, a fork, and two spoons.
"Brock can watch it." Ash said to Misty.
Misty looked over to the melted form on the couch with it's tongue hanging out.
"I don't think so."
The now, duet, of the trio soon saw the Pallet Town Water Fountain come into view. It was surrounded by a bunch of wet kids running around laughing their heads off. The fountain was pretty huge, and centered in the middle of a large ring of shops and boutiques.
"Wow. How come you've never shown us this place before." Misty asked staring around in aw.
"Because. Usually I'm too busy using up my time training. But today's an exception. I'm too worked up over Avery to train." Ash replied before chugging down the rest of his water bottle.
"Uh huh . . ." Misty slyly replied before pulling her shirt off and revealing her bathing suit, making Ash choke on his water in the process.
"You okay, Ash?" Misty asked half grinning.
"Uh. Yea. Heh." Ash squeaked.
As Ash tried his best to pull himself together, Misty spotted an ice cream stand a few paces away.
"I'm gonna go get us some ice cream."
Misty shook her finger. "Ah, ah, ah. I'm afraid I can't let that happen. See, If you get the ice cream, by the time you come back I'll be left with nothing."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Ash said before sticking out his tongue.
"I'm only telling the truth." Misty said before waltzing off to get the iced cream.
"Two triple scooped vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate ice cream cones for the little lady." The ice cream vendor said handing Misty both cones.
"Thanks!" Misty replied. She looked around. She couldn't see Ash, nor the little egg anywhere.
'Ugh. That lug head. Well, I guess I'll have to eat them both myself before they melt." Misty snickered staring down at both ice cream cones.
"Um. Excuse me." Misty heard an eerily familiar voice say.
Misty looked up and saw a practical image of herself with brown hair and almost dropped both ice cream cones.
"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but by any chance, would you happen to know the way to the Ketchum residence? I'm kind of lost."
And Eventually. . . A Minute Later . . . Misty actually DID drop both ice cream cones.
Author's Note:
Okay first of all, the whole dirty underwear thing.purely disturbing. I know. I am -truly- sorry.
I know this chapter was really draggy and took forever to get to the point, but that's just the way it came out. So bare with me. Hoped ya' liked! Thanks for reading! I'm here till Wednesday! (*Clears throat* I'm kidding.) ^_^;;;;;;
LittleTrixta
By LittLetRiXta
Disclaimer: Don't own Pokemon, we all know I don't and we all know who does, so enough discussion on that matter and onto the good stuff.. (heh, aint that an over-statement..)
Genre: Romance/ Humor? (This chapter won't be really funny. Sort of more on the general/dramatic/suspense side then under the humor category. I think.)
Author's Note: Once again.Replies were great.I love them all, and you were all so sweet to write them! Thanks so much for your support!
Little-Trixta
Fathomless Favor- Chapter Four: Mommy's Miss-Notion
My Dearest Togepi,
Ash and I must have made a couple million attempts for a practice kiss this morning. Gee, that's a sentence I never thought I'd find myself saying. I'm either intoxicated and completely unaware of it, or just in a really good mood. The past week has been really weird, and not at all routine check, but I said I'd go through with it, and I guess I have to keep my word. Anyway, After about the million and twenty fifth attempt, Brock finally came to the conclusion that maybe we'd better forget about the whole practice thing and worry about it when Avery finally comes. I guess it kind of makes sense. I mean, who practices for a kiss? Especially their first. Okay so there's Brock, but that's different. When it comes to him and the opposite gender everything is unexplainable in itself. I always figured that when the right time came for a first kiss, there was nothing to stand in the way. It would just come. Cheesy and scripted, I know. But, when you think about it, what greatest romance story contains five or six scenes of practicing for the final kiss? I mean, Romeo and Juliet didn't exactly practice for that last scene with the daggers and poison. I guess what I'm really trying to say is, if it's gotta' look real, it can't be rehearsed. If I explained any of this to the guys they would think I'm crazy, I just know it. Besides, Ash thinks Romeo is some kind of beer label, and Juliet is a sports drink. That idiot. I just realized how hungry I am. At lunch, Brock made me and Ash go over those stupid cliff notes he typed up for us. What are we going to do when Avery comes? Pull out our little index cards and name the other's favorite food when we "supposedly" forget? I've spent the last four years eating breakfast, lunch, AND dinner with Ash. It's not exactly hard to forget. Most of what I eat is what Ash eats anyway. And I know this for sure because I've caught Ash stealing my baloney right out of my sandwich when he thinks I'm not looking. If that's not enough practice, I don't know what is. Ash is my best friend. And that's all I'll need to know about the buffoon if I'm going to play his girlfriend for the next couple of weeks.
Plus, this Avery girl, who STILL hasn't shown up is really starting to bug me. We talk about her as if she's actually here. I'm starting to think she's not even real, and Ash is just fooling with me. But then again, why would he go through all the trouble? I don't know. I need sleep. . .
"Ash honey, you're not eating your pancakes." Delia Ketchum worriedly pointed out as she watched her son make an imprint in her kitchen table with his chin.
"I'm not hungry." Ash sulkily replied, stirring the syrup around his pancakes with his fork.
"Not hungry?! Ash, are you alright? Let me feel you're forehead." Delia panicked.
"No Mom, I'm alright. Really. See." Ash said smiling flatly.
Brock and Misty exchanged glances. They knew exactly why Ash was acting the way he was. Today was the day Ash had been dreading the whole week. . .
. . . It was the day Avery would be coming.
Ash sighed and stood up. He took ten, long, dragging steps to the sink and began the even slower process of washing his plate.
Misty shook her head and planted her forehead into both palms of her hands. It was the first time she had a plate full of untouched food and Ash didn't even bother looking at it, much less try to snatch a piece.
She was trying so hard to be the stable part of the operation, but she was starting to doubt whether or not she was ready to pull it off. By the looks of it Ash sure wasn't, and if Ash wasn't it just doubled the fact that she wasn't. . .
It was all too much to think about.
In another corner of the kitchen table, a concerned Mrs. Ketchum who hadn't the slightest idea of what was going on stared at her son, then to Brock, then over to Misty, who at the moment was making a very good impression of "Ash three minutes ago".
Brock on the other hand could feel the bead, which was a little more like a river, of sweat cascade it's way down the side of his face. The tension was just too much to bear. And to top it off, Mrs. Ketchum wouldn't stop looking at him. It was like he was being cornered in a grudge match between himself and the champion's Mother, of all staring contests. There just had to be some way he could snap Ash and Misty out of their temporary "doom" dazes, before Mrs. Ketchum would start asking questions. And he just had the ever-so-sure feeling he would be the one who would have to answer.
Brock suddenly found his sausage extremely fascinating.
'Isn't Ash done with that plate yet?!' Brock mentally asked himself.
And so, for the first time in his life, Brock tried to master the ability to look up, and diagonal, while keeping his head exactly parallel to the floor.
Yep. He was still washing that plate. Ash could set a record at the rate he was going.
Brock's eyes flickered to the right in attempt to try to see if Mrs. Ketchum was still cornering him with mental thoughts of 'You know something about these two that I don't, don't you. Brock, as guardian of my little boy for the past something and something years I hold you responsible for whatever's going on." Yea that sounded about right. Not at all pleasant, but he could just picture himself stranded in the middle of the countryside being forced to steal sunflower seeds from a local farm.
"Brock. . ." Oh no. Here it was. He was dead. And he never even got the chance to see Bristy Pears In concert!
" I have to speak to you for a moment. . ." Mrs. Ketchum said raising from her seat.
Brock gulped and turned to look at his friends. Misty was practicing different versions of her "Hello, Avery." Greetings. And yep. As suspected. Ash was STILL washing that dish. That stupid dish that looked like it was starting to get a hole rubbed through it.
Brock arched his eyebrows. If Ash's intention was to wash that dish until Avery was gone, he really didn't think that would work.
"Brock!" Mrs. Ketchum called sternly. Brock jumped and entered the living room.
Mrs. Ketchum was standing next to the little coffee table with her hands on her hips and bitting the bottom of her lip. Brock had never seen Mrs. Ketchum so upset before. Well, except for that time she found a dozen of Ash's dirty "We-all-know-what's" in his backpack un-cleaned, and practically un-sanitary.
"Okay Brock. I have a really strong feeling something's going on here. And you seem to be the only one willing to answer at the moment. So I'm going to ask you once, and I want an honest answer."
Brock nodded.
Mrs. Ketchum inhaled.
"Are Ash and Misty. . ."
Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Brock was sure of it. This was the longest period of silence he would endure over the course of his life time. He couldn't say they WERE, because Ash would kill him. And then Mrs. Ketchum would kill Ash. And he couldn't tell her what they were REALLY up to, because Ash would kill him. . . Aaaand Mrs. Ketchum would STILL probably kill Ash.
". . . afraid to tell me they don't like my pancakes?" At that moment Brock felt oxygen go back into his system.
Wait. Pancakes? PANCAKES? This whole time he had been worrying about what to tell Mrs. Ketchum about Ash and Misty's little deal, when all she had been suspicious about was PANCAKES?
"Yes."
Mrs. Ketchum sighed. "Well, I have honestly got to say. I am shocked."
"NOO!!!" By this point it was obvious Ash had stopped washing the dish, and was standing at the kitchen entrance beside a horror stricken Misty.
Ash ran to where Brock and his mom stood and dropped at his mother's feet.
"Mom, I'm sorry!! But I have to do it! I have to!! She drives me insane!! Please don't be mad Mom!!" Delia stared down at her son shocked and even more confused then she was to begin with.
Brock stared on in terror. He just HAD to stop washing that dish.
"Ash honey, what ever are you talking about? Have to do what? WHO drives you insane?" Delia asked repositioning her hands back onto her hips.
Ash froze. Misty froze. Pikachu, who had just joined in to see what all the commotion was about froze. He didn't know why, but that's what everyone else was doing.
"Uh. . ." Ash was at a lose of words. He just got the undeniable feeling Brock and his mom hadn't been talking about what he thought they were talking about.
Suddenly Ash felt a hand on his shoulder.
"He means me Mrs. Ketchum! He has to uh. . . clean his "you know what's!". I've constantly told him that you just wouldn't approve of such an uncleanly habit, and although I know it drives him insane, it was only right that I told him. And that's what he has to do. Clean his "we know what's"."
By now Ash's whole face was red. He didn't know what was worse. Having almost been caught and nearly killed, or stand aside and watch his best friend, who happened to be a female, go on about his dirty unmentionables to his own mother. It was a tough world. . .
Delia stared in disbelief. "Ash," Mrs. Ketchum paused ". . . is this true?"
Ash turned to Misty. He could NOT believe she had put him in this position. . .
. . .Okay, so it was kind of his fault to begin with. But did she really have to use his underwear as an alternate motive?
"Yes. " Ash answered shutting his eyes in agony and complete embarrassment.
"So uh, go ahead Ash. Go do it." Misty said shoving Ash toward the laundry room.
So, all in all they ended up with a clean save. Despite all that awkward mix-up, Delia seemed to buy the whole thing.
" I swear. That boy and his "you know what's". I'm really starting to worry about his health issues." Delia went on to herself as she re-entered the kitchen, leaving Brock and Misty to collapse on the couch out of relief.
An hour and thirty two pairs of washed underpants later. . .
"Three hours till Avery shows up." Brock counted off staring at the clock on the wall.
All three were sitting on the couch in lazy positions staring at the blank television screen. Misty had her head hanging nearly off the arm rest with her right arm sticking out over the side and her left hand rest under her head. Ash was laying sideways with the back of his head near her knees. And Brock was sitting upside down with his legs over the back side of the couch and his head in dangerous proximity to Ash's feet.
They were a sad looking crowd alright. . .
"I can't stand it." Ash muttered from under a pillow. " Let's do something."
"We can't. You're Mom took the car to go grocery shopping."
"Well, we could always walk. That's never stopped us before." Ash replied throwing off the pillow.
"Ash, it's a hundred and six degrees outside. We'll be crisp by the time our feet hits the welcome mat near the front door." Misty said raising her upper body.
"Call Tracy to come and get us."
"And how do you propose he do that?" Misty asked crossing her arms.
"I dunno'. He could. . . "Borrow" Oaky's car and drive down and get us!" Ash said.
Brock and Misty looked at each other then at Ash.
"You're asking TRACY to steal Professor OAK'S car? You've got to be kidding. The guy worships his anything he touches." Brock said.
"Does Oak even HAVE a car?" Misty asked receiving a shrug from all male persons in the room.
"Well, there's no way I'm gonna' sit around for the next three hours. We can handle it, right Pikachu?" Ash said looking to his little electric mouse who in turn disappeared into the kitchen.
Ash sighed. "Well, if you guys don't wanna' come, I'm goin' by myself. Say hi to Avery for me!"
Misty's eyes widened.
"On second thought, I think I'll come with you." Misty said getting up to fetch her shoes.
"You comin' too Brock?" Ash asked the last of the three who was now sitting upright position with the remote in his hand.
Brock looked up to his two friends standing at the front door and shook his head.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna catch up on my sports." Brock grinned as he turned his vision back to the television set engulfed with pretty women in bathing suits playing volleyball.
"Okay. If you say so. Come on Misty." Ash said leaning to opening the door.
"Mime." Mr. Mime stated stopping Ash before he could reach the handle.
"What is it Mime?"
"Mime." Mr. Mime pointed to the ground where Togepi's short figure stood juggling a knife, a fork, and two spoons.
"Brock can watch it." Ash said to Misty.
Misty looked over to the melted form on the couch with it's tongue hanging out.
"I don't think so."
The now, duet, of the trio soon saw the Pallet Town Water Fountain come into view. It was surrounded by a bunch of wet kids running around laughing their heads off. The fountain was pretty huge, and centered in the middle of a large ring of shops and boutiques.
"Wow. How come you've never shown us this place before." Misty asked staring around in aw.
"Because. Usually I'm too busy using up my time training. But today's an exception. I'm too worked up over Avery to train." Ash replied before chugging down the rest of his water bottle.
"Uh huh . . ." Misty slyly replied before pulling her shirt off and revealing her bathing suit, making Ash choke on his water in the process.
"You okay, Ash?" Misty asked half grinning.
"Uh. Yea. Heh." Ash squeaked.
As Ash tried his best to pull himself together, Misty spotted an ice cream stand a few paces away.
"I'm gonna go get us some ice cream."
Misty shook her finger. "Ah, ah, ah. I'm afraid I can't let that happen. See, If you get the ice cream, by the time you come back I'll be left with nothing."
"Ha ha. Very funny." Ash said before sticking out his tongue.
"I'm only telling the truth." Misty said before waltzing off to get the iced cream.
"Two triple scooped vanilla, strawberry, and chocolate ice cream cones for the little lady." The ice cream vendor said handing Misty both cones.
"Thanks!" Misty replied. She looked around. She couldn't see Ash, nor the little egg anywhere.
'Ugh. That lug head. Well, I guess I'll have to eat them both myself before they melt." Misty snickered staring down at both ice cream cones.
"Um. Excuse me." Misty heard an eerily familiar voice say.
Misty looked up and saw a practical image of herself with brown hair and almost dropped both ice cream cones.
"Hi. Sorry to bother you, but by any chance, would you happen to know the way to the Ketchum residence? I'm kind of lost."
And Eventually. . . A Minute Later . . . Misty actually DID drop both ice cream cones.
Author's Note:
Okay first of all, the whole dirty underwear thing.purely disturbing. I know. I am -truly- sorry.
I know this chapter was really draggy and took forever to get to the point, but that's just the way it came out. So bare with me. Hoped ya' liked! Thanks for reading! I'm here till Wednesday! (*Clears throat* I'm kidding.) ^_^;;;;;;
LittleTrixta