Disclaimer – I don't own Pokemon or much else for that matter so I wouldn't bother suing me because you'll be lucky to get anything other than a few old dolls and CD's.
Reasons of the Heart – What Makes a Man
Misty looked at him sympathetically, her own eyes welling with tears. "I'm sorry," she said as she handed him back his gift. She forced a small smile onto her lips for his benefit before she ran off into the horizon.
"C'mon Ash," Melody told him sympathetically. "You didn't really think Misty could ever love you?" She looked into his eyes and saw the pain in them. She put her hand to her mouth trying to hold back laughter as she came to the realization. "Oh my gosh, you did. That is so sweet," she told him as if she was talking to some small child with a childish crush.
Ash woke up. He gazed at her picture sadly. "Maybe I should just give up," he sighed. Sometimes he wished he could. He wished he could take the easy option and just get over her, but he knew it was impossible. This wasn't some childish infatuation or crush; he was in love with Misty, and he always would be. There'd be distractions now and then, but he knew he would always love Misty.
Ash flicked on the radio trying to think of anything. The words of the song were so real to him, it almost made him want to cry, but it helped him think more clearly. He finally realized that he wasn't the only one going through this however different his situation seemed.
"This isn't goodbyeEven as I watch you leave
This isn't goodbye
I swear I won't cry
Even as tears fill my eyes
I swear I won't cry
Any other girl
I'd let you walk away
Any other girl
I'm sure I'd be ok
Tell me what makes a man
Want to give you all his heart
Smile when you're around
And cry when you're apart
If you know what makes a man
Want to love you the way I do
Girl you got to let me know
So I can get over you
What makes her so right?
Is it the sound of her laugh?
That look in her eyes
When do you decide?
She is the dream that you seek
That force in your life
When you apologize
No matter who was wrong
When you get on your knees
If that would bring her home
Tell me what makes a man
Want to give you all his heart
Smile when you're around
And cry when you're apart
If you know what makes a man
Want to love you the way I do
Girl you got to let me know
So I can get over you
Other girls will come along
They always do
But what's the point
When all I ever want is you
Tell me
Tell me what makes a man
Want to give you all his heart
Smile when you're around
And cry when you're apart
If you know what makes a man
Want to love you the way I do
Girl you got to let me know
Let me know
Girl you got to let me know, oh
So I can get over you"
('What Makes a Man' by Westlife)
That's when Ash realized it. He finally understood why. It wasn't that he couldn't get over Misty; it was that he didn't want to. He wanted to love her, he wanted to think about her night and day, for her to be the first thing that crossed his mind as he awoke and the last as he drifted to a sleep filled with images of her smiling face. He wanted her to be everything. It was because she was so right. It was her laugh, her smile and most of all her eyes.
If loving Misty was wrong, he didn't want to know what was right. He would spend his whole life loving her whether she knew it or not, and there was nothing either of them could do about it. There was no getting over Misty, and he didn't care. He was in love with Misty and each passing day he just fell deeper under a spell she was unaware of casting.
Misty woke up that same morning thanks to the warm sun streaming through her window. Emotions conflicted in her head while she tried decide if she should be happy to finally be rid of Ash, or sad knowing she wouldn't see him for a whole six weeks.
Misty pulled on her dressing gown as she walked towards her window so she could take a good look at the day hoping it might make her feel better. She noticed two figures walking to wards the gym entrance.
"Melody," she called. The girl looked up at the window immediately and waved at her fried. She nudged the boy's shoulder and pointed up. He looked up and waved as Misty waved back at the two. "You're up early," Misty called.
"You on the other hand appear to have just gotten out of bed," Melody called back.
"You know me too well," Misty laughed. "Why don't you guys wait downstairs and I'll be down as soon as possible." The two nodded as they walked in the gym entrance.
Misty was down about twenty minutes later.
"So what's up?" Misty asked.
"Actually I have the best news," Melody said happily being sure to keep her friend in suspense.
"What?" Misty asked.
"Veronica didn't get president," Melody gushed.
"That's the best news I've heard ever," Misty smiled.
"That's not even the best of it," Melody told her. "Guess who got president."
"You?" Misty asked.
"No even better," Melody said her smile almost reaching her ears. "You," she cried handing her best friend a pale blue envelope. "Open it," she insisted.
Misty carefully opened the envelope expecting it to be some kind of practical joke. "Dear Misty Waterflower," she read aloud. "We are pleased to inform you that you have been chosen to be president of the sorority Alpha Gamma. Your first act as president will be to organize the first meeting where you will discuss the preparations for the first big social event of the year, 'The Equinox Ball' which will be organized with one of the many fraternities of the school chosen by your sorority and you. Good Luck and we hope you have a great year. Sincerely Angelica Agnes-Scott." She looked over the letter disbelievingly.
"Oh my gosh," Melody gaped, "I can't believe it. That letter is from Angelica Agnes-Scott, the very first president of Alpha Gamma. Isn't this cool? I mean you're the president and I'm vice."
"This is going to be a great year," she said.
~ to be continued ~
So this is like the end of their first year at college which you'd barely believe seeing as the seasons were so messed up and the fact that they don't usually make sophomores or juniors or whatever they are, sorority president. Well anyway the next chapter is a new semester and a new year and hopefully a new beginning for our favourite couple.