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To the Duke of Fenwick – Sorry its just an ordinary moon, and sorry about the salute thing but I was a Brownie and ours was the three finger but Ash is a guy and that would be disturbing if I put Brownie Salute so I guessed that they were all three fingers.
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Reasons of the Heart – Mirror Mirror
'Ok Misty,' she thought to herself. 'Breathe. Just breathe. Think calm thoughts and no matter what you do, do not panic. Just don't panic.'
Misty smiled to herself as she closed her eyes and calmly took a relaxing breath.
'I'm not panicking,' she thought happily to herself. Suddenly her eyes shot open and her breath began to come out in short, strained gasps. 'Ok I'm panicking,' she thought to herself as she tried to control the onset of a hyperventilating attack. 'I have to get this down on paper.'
She pulled out her trusty leather bound diary, the one with the intricate gold writing on the cover and began to get all the confusing thoughts spinning through her head on paper.
Ok diary, it seems that in times like these you've always been the one person (I mean you're not really a person but you know what I mean) I've been able to tell everything I'm feeling to. It seems at times this is the only way that I can put my thoughts into order, to put them on paper, and this is one time that I really need to do that.
I must have heard him wrong, simple as that. I mean, how could he ever possibly feel that way about me, all I've ever done is yelled at him, and teased him and insulted him, how could he possibly think anything like that about me. Why would he feel that way about me of all people?
Because we were best friends for four years and we've been through everything together and because that's exactly how I've felt about him since I was like twelve years old.
Cancel that, I must have misheard him. I had to have, I mean, I was so faraway and he was whispering and I was so tired (I'm wide awake now though thanks to his little insight) it probably just sounded like it. I mean there are plenty of things he could have said.
Maybe he said, "Will you kiss me." Ok just as bad. How about "I love you . . . Kristy." Like that makes me feel any better. Great now he's in love with another girl, just brilliant. Maybe "You're crazy Misty." Arghh, that doesn't even rhyme for goodness sake. "I hope you miss me?"
I give up.
Ok hypothetically speaking lets say that I did hear him right, that he actually said the three words that I've been dreaming of hearing him say for the past eight or so years. And lets say hypothetically speaking that he really did say my name straight after those three magnificent words and that he really meant it.
What am I thinking? He was fast asleep. He was beyond sleep, I should know I've seen Ash sleep nothing can wake him up until he's good and ready for it, he was practically dead. I mean I know the subconscious does portray our deepest darkest desires but maybe he was being controlled by some evil thing that likes to play with girls hearts and likes to make them think that the one guy they care about more than anything else in the world loves them even half as much as they love them.
Forget it. That has got to be the most psychopathically strange thing I've ever heard in my entire life. And to think I wrote it. So lets just go back to the whole hypothetical thing and lets hypothetically say that he meant it, that it was his subconscious telling me exactly how he feels about me and its not just some other chick with the same name, blah blah blah. Ok let's say that he means me, and that he loves me, what exactly do I do about it?
Do I just walk straight up to him and say, "Hey Ash, did you know that you talk in your sleep? By the way I love you too." Or should I just avoid eye contact for the next week and hope that he doesn't notice, and he probably won't because I usually go to a considerable amount of effort not to look him in the eye anyway because I find it too hard to look away.
Why does he have to be so incredibly cute? I mean if he wasn't so adorable I could just ignore him and I wouldn't be drawn to look at him, and half the school wouldn't be in love with him and I wouldn't spend half my days stewing with jealousy. And what about those eyes? Why do they have to be that extraordinarily idyllic shade of chocolate brown that just melts your heart in a second? Damn you Ash (A/N: I haven't had one of those in a while now have I).
Does it change things? Yet another unanswerable question, I mean really what exactly does it mean? Does it mean that I should put everything that happened in the past behind me and run into his arms on the chance that I actually heard correctly and it isn't really a girl called Missy? Does it mean that he's felt the same way the whole time that we traveled together and the years we were apart and now, and that all those times that he sent me letters and won all those battles and everything that he ever did for me and I just tried to ignore the significance of them trying not to build my hopes to high, that he was just doing it all to impress me and to get me back into his life because he can't stand life without me in it? (A/N: YES!!!!!!!!)Whatever Misty, get over yourself.
But what about all the other stuff? Like all the times he saved me, what do they mean? Maybe they're all just part of his superman complex, he couldn't help it. I mean what sort of guy would he be if he just stood there and watch his best friend . . . I mean his previously best friend, cling for her life to a diving board at least 25meters above ground. But what was he doing there anyway?
Great, not only is he cute and funny and devilishly handsome he's also the sweetest guy in the world. Why can't he be a sexist pig like Will Fox who likes to get girls wasted so he can screw them even though he has a girlfriend? Simpe, because he's Ash, and I love him so much that even if he has flaws I see right past them and all I can see are the good qualities.
This isn't helping at all. I need to talk to someone objective, someone who will agree with me.
Misty shut the book and walked over to the phone sighing as she dialed a familiar number.
"Hello," she said.
"Like hi, Misty," Lilly said as she appeared on the screen of the videophone. It was about 5 am Cerulean time and Lilly looked more alert than Misty felt.
"Did I wake you?" Misty asked her.
"Dose that even matter?" Lilly replied. "I mean, like, what kind of sister would I be if I didn't wake up to listen to my baby sisters boy troubles?"
"But I didn't . . ." Misty started.
"Hold that thought, I'm just going to go and, like, wake Daisy up," Lilly told her. "Be right back."
Misty gaped on the other end totally amazed by Lilly. She had never really thought of her sisters as the attentive type. It seemed that these days her sisters were surprising her more and more often than usual. And for once they were good surprises.
"Ok, were like back," Lilly said happily.
"So like tell us what he did," Daisy insisted rather animatedly for someone who had just got out of bed.
"What who did?" Misty asked pretending not to know exactly whom they were talking about no matter how obvious it was.
"Don't play dumb with us missy," Lilly said angrily, "we're better at it."
Misty laughed. "Ok, you know how for the dance I have to work with Ash?" she asked.
"No, but like continue anyways," Daisy told her.
Misty sighed. "Well I was supposed to meet Ash at the ice cream parlor and . . ." Misty began to say.
"Oh my gosh, he like stood you up," Daisy gaped. "We just like have to do something about this."
"Let me finish," Misty said exasperatedly. "He wasn't there because he was sick."
"Poor thing," Lilly said interrupting Misty. "Is he like feeling any better?"
"I guess," Misty said. It was strange how even her sisters could go from wanting to kill Ash one minute and feeling nothing but sympathy the next. "I went over to the frat house because he wasn't there and I didn't know any better. We then had the meeting at his place and by the end he was asleep."
"So he fell asleep on you, like big deal Misty," Lilly said. "We thought you were like going to tell us that he told you he loved you."
"He did tell me he loved me," Misty practically yelled at them.
"Oh my gosh, like, really?" Daisy asked.
"If you had just let me continue I would have told you that I heard him say it in his sleep," Misty said angrily trying hard to control her temper.
"Really? That's great," Lilly cried happily.
"Well at least that's what I think he said," Misty sighed.
"What do you mean?" Daisy asked.
"Well, I was tired and he was sleeping, and I was practically out of them room and he was speaking that clearly . . ." Misty said trailing off and sighing to herself. Despite how complicated it made things, she wanted it to be true, she wanted to know that Ash loved her even a fraction as much as she loved him.
"What makes you think that he wouldn't love you?" Lilly asked. She and Daisy knew that he did, they'd had enough chances to see that. Even when they were younger it was so blatantly obvious the way they flirted subtly with each other every chance they got. It seemed that they only people that didn't already know where them and that was going to change eventually.
"Because," Misty sighed trying to convince herself just as much as she was her sisters. "Because all I ever do its insult him and push him away just like everyone else. Maybe because I'm ugly and mean and stubborn and selfish. Because there are thousands of girls throwing themselves at him and he could pick any one of those, why would he pick me over girls like Melissa Simmons?"
"Misty," Lilly said comfortingly wishing she could be there. They may tease her and practically made her childhood a living hell, but deep down they really did love her. "You're not ugly, or any of those other things, you just like protect yourself. Once someone gets to know you they see the sweet caring Misty who would do anything for her friends. That's whom Ash fell in love with. He fell for the sweet tomboy who always cheered him on in the crowds and was always there by his side through thick and thin. He knows that you're pretty and caring, and sweet and loves you despite the temper."
Misty wiped the tears out of her eyes and let out a soft giggle at the last comment. It was hard to believe that these were the same girls that had called her a runt and teased her about being ugly and all the things they were saying she wasn't.
"Thanks," she told them.
"No problem Misty," Daisy and Lilly said happily.
"Bye, and thanks again," she told them.
"Bye Misty."
"Mirror mirror lie to me
Show me what I want to see
Mirror mirror lie to me
Why don't I like the girl I see?
The one who's standing right in front of me?
Why don't I think before I speak?
I should have listened to that voice in side of me
I must be stupid
Must be crazy
Must be out of my mind
To say the things that I said last night
Mirror mirror hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all
Mirror mirror I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back to me
Mirror mirror lie to me
Show me what I want to see
Mirror mirror lie to me
Show me what I want to see
Why did I let you walk away?
When all I had to do was say I'm sorry
I let my pride get in the way
And in the heat of the moment I was to blame
I must be stupid
Must be crazy
Must be out of my mind
Now in the cold light of day I realize
Mirror mirror hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all
Mirror mirror I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back to me
If only wishes could be dreams
And know my dreams could come true
There would be two of us standing here in front of you
If you could show me that someone I used to be
Bring back my baby, back to me
Mirror mirror hanging on the wall
You don't have to tell me who's the biggest fool of all
Mirror mirror I wish you could lie to me
And bring my baby back
Bring my baby back to me
Mirror mirror lie to me
Show me what I want to see
Mirror mirror lie to me"
('Mirror Mirror' M2M)
Ash woke up to the sun shinning brightly. He looked around searching for any sign of Misty, or that she had been there.
He saw nothing, not even a flash of red hair.
He sighed; maybe it was all a dream. He didn't want it to be a dream, he wanted Misty to have been there last night, to have made him soup and to have stayed up with him planning the dance.
Ash sat up and found the pad he had been lying on. He scanned it quickly and smiled as he saw a quick note written in Misty's dainty handwriting. Ash could recognize Misty's handwriting anywhere; after all she was the only person he knew that dotted their eyes with raindrops.
'Meet me at my sisters quad at noon if you feel better,' it read. 'If not, call me this time.'
Ash smiled to himself. Misty always knew how to make him laugh, and it just so happened that he was feeling at least ten times better just thinking about her.
Ash's mind suddenly strayed to the dream he's had. It was almost exactly the same as the one he had had before Misty came, but this time it went further.
" . . . because, then that would mean that I love you."
Ash wrapped his arms around her and let her cry into his chest. Holding Misty in his arms usually gave him an overwhelming feeling of joy, but she was so upset and frightened that all he felt was her pain.
"You don't have to be afraid of love," Ash told her comfortingly. He stroked her back and wished that he could do something to stop her tears.
"Love only brings pain," she told him between sobs. "I don't want to hurt."
"Do you trust me?" he asked her pulling away so that he could look her in the eye. Her blue green eyes were full of confusion, but for that one second the tears seemed to stop and she almost looked happy.
"Of course," she told him. "I trust you with my life."
"Then trust me with your heart," he told her. "Know that I won't hurt you, and that you mean more to me than life itself. I love you Misty."
"I love you, Ash," she said her voice becoming confident and the tears stopped all together.
Ash pulled her closer to him and lifted her face to meet his, and he kissed her. He loved her more than words could explain and this kiss was the closest he would ever come to letting her know that.
Ash sighed to himself. He could taste Misty on his lips; it was like strawberries and cream. He could smell her scent in the room, it was almost as if she hadn't even left.
Ash got up and went to the kitchen remembering the extra bowl of soup Misty had stored in the fridge. He tried to remember what they talked about last night, realizing just how lucky it was that he had taken notes. The only thing he could remember was how cute Misty looked even in her drenched clothes and tendrils of wet hair falling around her perfect face.
"You're looking better," Tracey commented as he walked into the room.
"I told you all I had to do was see Misty and I would feel better," Ash told him with a smile.
"You know we all thought that she was going to kill you when Brock told us she was here," Tracey said.
"Misty's sweet," Ash told him, "She wouldn't even hurt a fly."
"I guess that her mallet days just happened to have slipped your mind," Tracey mused.
"That's different," Ash told him. "Anyway, I said Misty wouldn't hurt a fly, I didn't say anything about Brock now did I."
Tracey laughed. "I heard love makes you do strange things, but calling Misty Waterflower gentle and sweet is beyond it."
~ to be continued ~
Yeah, I know that wasn't a very good ending but it seemed kind of funny at the time.
Please review, despite the weirdness of this chapter I'm hoping for at least ten reviews for it to add towards my efforts of getting to twenty before I reach chapter 20. I already have the next chapter waiting so the more reviews I get the sooner I'll put that up.