Disclaimer: No matter how much I wish or how much fairy dust I use, Pokemon
will never belong to me. ;-; I only own a strange little bird, but you dont
want him. ^^ But the characters that were created out of my own imagination
were Racheal, Jason, and Aydee. ^^ Thankyou! ^-^
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"You know, I could easily have you arrested for dragging me places I don't want to go." Ash mumbled, forcefully pulling his arm away from Brock's grasp as he gave up on fighting back.
"Racheal has enough will to drag you, but not enough strength. Fortunately, I'm here for that", He paused as a thought came to his mind, "And to think, no matter how heartbroken or lonely you are, you still attempt to threaten a nineteen year old, whose much, much bigger then you are."
"Do you mean 'much, much, bigger' weight wise? Or were you referring to your puny arms that supposedly hold strength within them?" He snickered, despite the fact that he was still at risk of literally being dragged across the hallways and down steps again.
"Who can drag who?" Brock grinned mischievously.
"Who fished who out of a lake two and a half years ago?" Ash hissed.
"Who trained who how to become a better Pokemon trainer?" Brock snapped.
"Who is scared if I break a pikachu-shaped cookie?" Ash shot back at him with a small grin, thinking he won the little battle. Right.
"Who still owns an extensive collection of video tapes that can easily be turned into bribery instead of happy fun-filled memories?"
Ash opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He decided to give up. It was getting old, and quite frankly, he was scared about the large amount of bribery that Brock kept hidden quite well.
"Sometimes you really can scare me. I don't know how, but you do", Ash shrugged, "I just don't know."
"You scare me too with that brain of yours. It scares me to wonder what your thinking." Brock wasn't pushing or grabbing Ash's arm anymore because it seemed that Ash was unknowingly walking along side Brock willfully.
"Nice to know. You make me feel more special everyday."
"I'm glad."
Their conversation consisting of pure sanity (not to mention the sarcastic remarks). It seemed to be as strange as possible.
Deep down, Ash felt nervous and worried. He didn't know what Brock and Racheal made, and almost didn't want to know. He didn't want Misty to feel embarassed, and he wasn't much in the mood to feel embarrassed either.
As they neared Racheal's room, where the "surprise" was kept, he felt his heartbeat quickening slowly. He already dismissed the idea of turning around suddenly and running away. Yes, it was beyond immature, but no one said immaturity could keep his little plan from working.
He wondered what Misty would say. He wondered what he would say. He wondered if Brock and Racheal would be laughing. And if they were laughing, how hard would they be laughing? Only time would tell as Brock and Ash entered the room, somewhat noticed.
Misty was sitting on her bed, looking over the painting repeatedly. Ash wasn't sure if she pretended to not know who just entered the room, or if she really didn't care. Either way, he wouldn't blame her.
He remembered his last plan. It was to go up to Misty and hug her until she forgave him or at least until she stopped trying to get away. Gratefully, he came up with his current plan and it was going quite smoothly... Or it seemed so. At least it was a lot better and more creative then his original plan.
Racheal and Brock stood on the opposite sides of their creation, getting ready to reveal it to their "audience".
"Presenting to Mr. Ketchum and Miss. Wildflower. Ta da!" Racheal and Brock said unison as they both pulled off the small sheet covering their work of art.
Ash and Misty looked it over a minute, not speaking. They looked slightly in shock, but confused. They were probably more confused then shocked.
"Wha...What is it?" Misty muttered, tilting her head to the right a little.
"Please demonstrate, Professor - - ", Racheal searched through her mind for Brock's last name, but couldn't find it, "Professor..err.. Brock."
"Now, if you observe closely, these are multiple pictures of two people together, happy, and very much in love. For example, in this dandy picture, they are in a lake together, splashing eachother flirtatiously", He paused to clear his throat, "And to get more romantic, here they are sleeping together peacefully, in eachother's arms."
Ash recalled the memory of them sleeping together quickly as he turned to face Racheal.
"You were taking pictures!"
"Err.. Yes."
"Oh, I suppose it was just peachy that you had a camera right there in your bag for your own use. Or do you always carry around your camera for picture taking? Yes, picture taking specifically for people sleeping?" Ash said accusingly, not sure what he had to accuse her for.
"Who cares. Stop making a big deal." Misty shrugged.
Misty quickly added before Brock could continue, "And stop doing the weird 'professor' thing with the proper speaking."
Racheal smiled nervously as she felt an awkward silence beginning to settle in. She motioned for Brock to continue on with his little speech. The silence had to be broken somehow, even if it meant listening to Brock's observation.
"Now, it is very clearly observed that it seems like nothing could ever separate these two people, but it seems something has", He cleared his throat nervously yet again, "I mean, what could have happened to set these two apart so badly that it could not be fixed? Honestly. Everything has a solution to it."
"What is this? Because whatever you guys think it is, I honestly don't want to see it." Misty turned away from the little collage, not being able to look at it anymore. She somewhat believed that Ash was disgusted by the collage.. The same way he had been disgusted at her that night.
"Your going to have to look at it sometime." Ash said quietly, speaking to her for the first time since a couple of weeks.
She immediately looked at him in disbelief.
"I, Misty Wildflower, have to look at it? I'm sorry, was that added to one of the things a human needs for survival? Because then, I just may look at it and try to understand it, but now, as long as I know that breathing is the only thing I need to do is stay alive and not look at that collage, I think I'm set."
Racheal sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Here we go.." Brock muttered, praying that a fight wouldn't begin.
"I wasn't talking about the collage. I meant about us", he ran a hand through his hair as he searched his mind for the right words, "You can't run from this problem, and you can't run from me."
His eyes locked with hers as he searched through her to try to find any hope. The search wasn't going too well.
Misty reached across the bed and took a hold of the painting and held it in her arms, pressed against her chest.
"Watch me."
She wasn't brave enough to face him or their problem yet, and all she knew she could do for now was to run. Run away as fast as she could. Deep down, her heart could only pray Ash would be fast enough to catch her.
"Thanks, Rach", she slowly walked to the door as she spoke, "And, Brock, nice shot with the proper professor talk thing. Thank you."
She left the room just as Pikachu entered, Pikachu going almost unnoticed.
"So much for that." Brock shrugged.
"I thought you guys would be making out by now for sure." Racheal sighed hopelessly.
'Whats going on?' Pikachu wondered around the room, searching for any hints as to what took place.
Ash's emotions were unexplainable at the time. He kept searching through himself, trying to find some hope that things would be all right. He knew Misty had very little, but at least she had some.
"Are you going to help me?" Ash said, mostly out of nowhere.
'Does anyone know whats going on?' Pikachu looked up at everyone curiously, impatience slowly setting on.
Racheal turned to look at him with a sad sigh, knowing there was no other way that Ash and Misty could be happy again unless she helped him.
'What is going on?! Are you not answering me because I'm short?!' Pikachu put his hands on his hips.
"Yes. I'll help." Racheal smiled back at the grateful smile she immediately received from Ash.
"Thank you. I'm going to go get the papers..and, guys, I'd hate to say this, but I think I haven't learned to block out Pikachu completely yet, so I'm going to need extra ignoring lessons, ok?"
"Sounds like fun." Brock bit his bottom lip, trying to not laugh at the expression on Pikachu's face.
'Excuse me, Ashy, but who exactly put the Psyduck to sleep? You know, the psyduck trying to do the funky dance moves to scare me?'
Ash cringed at his disliked nickname, 'Ashy', but continued to ignore Pikachu.
"The lessons really aren't kicking in here, Brock."
Racheal began to sense either a big fight about to start or someone about to be very badly electrocuted.
"Aw, Ash, please go get the papers for me while I get Pikachu some ice cream from the lobby, ok?" Racheal happily picked up Pikachu in her arms as she walked out of the room. Ash ignored the part where Pikachu stuck his tongue out at him.
Brock ran a hand through his hair tiredly.
"I helped her with this and do I get ice cream? No, the little adorable yellow mouse gets all the treats because he's supposedly cute." Brock folded his arms over his chest.
Ash's eyes widened at Brock, wondering if he heard him correctly.
"Let me get this straight.. Your jealous of my Pikachu?", He used all of the strength in his body to hold in any laughing as he patted Brock's back, "When was your last doctor's visit?"
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"Hey, you all set to do some recording? 'Floating Porcupine' is a sure hit!" Excitement happily made itself known in Jason's voice as he spoke.
Misty looked up at him tiredly.
"Honestly, I think I'm scared of singing a song like that. Isn't that a sin to sing about floating porcupines in some religions?"
He started to laugh as he slapped Misty's back playfully, almost knocking her off the park bench.
"Your so funny."
She smiled slightly, slowly returning her attention to the painting.
"So", Jason began, trying to start up a conversation and bring her attention away from the painting, "When do you want to start recording?"
She held in the temptation to start laughing historically, directly in his face.
"We're sitting in a park. Not exactly much of a recording studio, Jason."
"We can always go there, doll. I don't see why your sitting here, staring at that picture." He slyly sat himself down next to her, as close as possible.
"It's a painting. And, it's mine. Well, its half-mine."
"Did you make it?" He was well prepared to praise her for it if she made it, but if she didn't, he also didn't mind telling her his true feelings about it.
"I wish I could make something like this."
"Why?" He spoke the word in such a way that she immediately knew exactly what he thought about the painting.
"Because it holds so much meaning and love." She lightly ran her fingertips against the surface of the painting.
"I don't understand it. It's just a guy and girl. I think the only reason you like it is because you look like the girl in it and I look like the guy." Jason smiled confidently.
Misty turned to look at him, almost afraid to wonder what was going threw his mind.
"Jason, you have blonde hair.. Ash has black. Are you seeing this?" She almost wanted to bite her tongue for going as far as sounding like he was a moron. Well, he sorta was.
Jason's eyes slowly came to surely represent nothing but anger at the mention of Ash's name. Jealousy was slowly overtaking him. She always feared looking deep into his eyes because she didn't want to see the anger in his heart and soul. She didn't want to see what kind of person he truly was. She didn't want to know.
"Actually...", Jason spoke through clenched teeth as he snatched the painting from Misty, "I'm not sure what's left to see here, doll."
Horror filled her eyes as she watched him lift the painting in the air and forcefully bring it down to meet the ground, getting the surface of the painting quite dirty. She wondered if she'd still be able to look at the painting and see the same things.
"I thought I told you I didn't want to hear his name. And I especially don't want to see you staring at drawing of him! He's got you hooked on him and he's going to control you, don't you see it? He's already controlling you and you don't realize it!"
Misty shook her head, trying not to believe the words coming out of his mouth as she leaned down to pick up the painting. She quickly tried to get the dirt stains off the surface, only using her own shirt. She could barely believe how far he was taking this.
Jason once more snatched the painting from her hands and hurled it towards the ground, damaging it even more.
"I don't want you to go near that painting, Misty. It'll ruin your music career!"
Misty narrowed her eyes at him angrily.
"I don't care." She hissed.
He grinned evilly, taking the painting in his hands with greed, anger, and jealousy evident in his eyes.
"This painting and Ash himself will destroy your life and we won't be able to be together!" He growled.
She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Jason, I'm not sure if it dawned on you yet, but that it's just a painting..", she dismissed any thoughts about pouncing on him and grabbing the painting back, "And who said anything about us about to be together?", she paused as another thought entered her mind, "And can I please have that back?!"
"Seems like death suites you well, Ketchum." Jason muttered low enough so that Misty didn't hear. Or at least he thought Misty didn't hear it. He simply continued to look at Misty in disgust as if she cheated on him.
His eyes held so much hatred and jealousy, she wondered how a person could become like this. It almost made her forget about what she thought he said. She tried to convince herself that she was just illusinating. Jason wouldn't say that.. right?
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out to him. She feared for the painting, and she wanted to get it away from him. She needed to get away from him, nevermind the painting.
"NO!" Jason growled, forcefully pushing her away, almost knocking her down to the ground. He breathed heavily with anger as he turned to look around him.
Some people stopped to stare at what was going on, others were too scared to stop and stare. They figured that Jason would pull their eyes out if they stared at him being in this state.
"I'm going." As Jason walked towards the exit of the park, he passed a garbage bag. He shoved the painting into the garbage bag, giving a look of warning towards Misty that clearly screamed 'If you try to get it, you'll be the next thing going into the garbage bag.'
Misty stood there stunned. What more could she do that she wasn't affraid of doing? She was going to get that stupid painting back.
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yes, yes, bad cliffhanger yet again. ok. Ash's plan will unfold even more in the next chapter. ^-^ sorry if there was any boringness in this chapter. i kinda felt some. o.o; and if anyone would like special updates on how the chapters are coming along, just email me (Tipsy801@aol.com) and I'll let you know what's going on. ^^
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"You know, I could easily have you arrested for dragging me places I don't want to go." Ash mumbled, forcefully pulling his arm away from Brock's grasp as he gave up on fighting back.
"Racheal has enough will to drag you, but not enough strength. Fortunately, I'm here for that", He paused as a thought came to his mind, "And to think, no matter how heartbroken or lonely you are, you still attempt to threaten a nineteen year old, whose much, much bigger then you are."
"Do you mean 'much, much, bigger' weight wise? Or were you referring to your puny arms that supposedly hold strength within them?" He snickered, despite the fact that he was still at risk of literally being dragged across the hallways and down steps again.
"Who can drag who?" Brock grinned mischievously.
"Who fished who out of a lake two and a half years ago?" Ash hissed.
"Who trained who how to become a better Pokemon trainer?" Brock snapped.
"Who is scared if I break a pikachu-shaped cookie?" Ash shot back at him with a small grin, thinking he won the little battle. Right.
"Who still owns an extensive collection of video tapes that can easily be turned into bribery instead of happy fun-filled memories?"
Ash opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. He decided to give up. It was getting old, and quite frankly, he was scared about the large amount of bribery that Brock kept hidden quite well.
"Sometimes you really can scare me. I don't know how, but you do", Ash shrugged, "I just don't know."
"You scare me too with that brain of yours. It scares me to wonder what your thinking." Brock wasn't pushing or grabbing Ash's arm anymore because it seemed that Ash was unknowingly walking along side Brock willfully.
"Nice to know. You make me feel more special everyday."
"I'm glad."
Their conversation consisting of pure sanity (not to mention the sarcastic remarks). It seemed to be as strange as possible.
Deep down, Ash felt nervous and worried. He didn't know what Brock and Racheal made, and almost didn't want to know. He didn't want Misty to feel embarassed, and he wasn't much in the mood to feel embarrassed either.
As they neared Racheal's room, where the "surprise" was kept, he felt his heartbeat quickening slowly. He already dismissed the idea of turning around suddenly and running away. Yes, it was beyond immature, but no one said immaturity could keep his little plan from working.
He wondered what Misty would say. He wondered what he would say. He wondered if Brock and Racheal would be laughing. And if they were laughing, how hard would they be laughing? Only time would tell as Brock and Ash entered the room, somewhat noticed.
Misty was sitting on her bed, looking over the painting repeatedly. Ash wasn't sure if she pretended to not know who just entered the room, or if she really didn't care. Either way, he wouldn't blame her.
He remembered his last plan. It was to go up to Misty and hug her until she forgave him or at least until she stopped trying to get away. Gratefully, he came up with his current plan and it was going quite smoothly... Or it seemed so. At least it was a lot better and more creative then his original plan.
Racheal and Brock stood on the opposite sides of their creation, getting ready to reveal it to their "audience".
"Presenting to Mr. Ketchum and Miss. Wildflower. Ta da!" Racheal and Brock said unison as they both pulled off the small sheet covering their work of art.
Ash and Misty looked it over a minute, not speaking. They looked slightly in shock, but confused. They were probably more confused then shocked.
"Wha...What is it?" Misty muttered, tilting her head to the right a little.
"Please demonstrate, Professor - - ", Racheal searched through her mind for Brock's last name, but couldn't find it, "Professor..err.. Brock."
"Now, if you observe closely, these are multiple pictures of two people together, happy, and very much in love. For example, in this dandy picture, they are in a lake together, splashing eachother flirtatiously", He paused to clear his throat, "And to get more romantic, here they are sleeping together peacefully, in eachother's arms."
Ash recalled the memory of them sleeping together quickly as he turned to face Racheal.
"You were taking pictures!"
"Err.. Yes."
"Oh, I suppose it was just peachy that you had a camera right there in your bag for your own use. Or do you always carry around your camera for picture taking? Yes, picture taking specifically for people sleeping?" Ash said accusingly, not sure what he had to accuse her for.
"Who cares. Stop making a big deal." Misty shrugged.
Misty quickly added before Brock could continue, "And stop doing the weird 'professor' thing with the proper speaking."
Racheal smiled nervously as she felt an awkward silence beginning to settle in. She motioned for Brock to continue on with his little speech. The silence had to be broken somehow, even if it meant listening to Brock's observation.
"Now, it is very clearly observed that it seems like nothing could ever separate these two people, but it seems something has", He cleared his throat nervously yet again, "I mean, what could have happened to set these two apart so badly that it could not be fixed? Honestly. Everything has a solution to it."
"What is this? Because whatever you guys think it is, I honestly don't want to see it." Misty turned away from the little collage, not being able to look at it anymore. She somewhat believed that Ash was disgusted by the collage.. The same way he had been disgusted at her that night.
"Your going to have to look at it sometime." Ash said quietly, speaking to her for the first time since a couple of weeks.
She immediately looked at him in disbelief.
"I, Misty Wildflower, have to look at it? I'm sorry, was that added to one of the things a human needs for survival? Because then, I just may look at it and try to understand it, but now, as long as I know that breathing is the only thing I need to do is stay alive and not look at that collage, I think I'm set."
Racheal sighed, leaning against the wall.
"Here we go.." Brock muttered, praying that a fight wouldn't begin.
"I wasn't talking about the collage. I meant about us", he ran a hand through his hair as he searched his mind for the right words, "You can't run from this problem, and you can't run from me."
His eyes locked with hers as he searched through her to try to find any hope. The search wasn't going too well.
Misty reached across the bed and took a hold of the painting and held it in her arms, pressed against her chest.
"Watch me."
She wasn't brave enough to face him or their problem yet, and all she knew she could do for now was to run. Run away as fast as she could. Deep down, her heart could only pray Ash would be fast enough to catch her.
"Thanks, Rach", she slowly walked to the door as she spoke, "And, Brock, nice shot with the proper professor talk thing. Thank you."
She left the room just as Pikachu entered, Pikachu going almost unnoticed.
"So much for that." Brock shrugged.
"I thought you guys would be making out by now for sure." Racheal sighed hopelessly.
'Whats going on?' Pikachu wondered around the room, searching for any hints as to what took place.
Ash's emotions were unexplainable at the time. He kept searching through himself, trying to find some hope that things would be all right. He knew Misty had very little, but at least she had some.
"Are you going to help me?" Ash said, mostly out of nowhere.
'Does anyone know whats going on?' Pikachu looked up at everyone curiously, impatience slowly setting on.
Racheal turned to look at him with a sad sigh, knowing there was no other way that Ash and Misty could be happy again unless she helped him.
'What is going on?! Are you not answering me because I'm short?!' Pikachu put his hands on his hips.
"Yes. I'll help." Racheal smiled back at the grateful smile she immediately received from Ash.
"Thank you. I'm going to go get the papers..and, guys, I'd hate to say this, but I think I haven't learned to block out Pikachu completely yet, so I'm going to need extra ignoring lessons, ok?"
"Sounds like fun." Brock bit his bottom lip, trying to not laugh at the expression on Pikachu's face.
'Excuse me, Ashy, but who exactly put the Psyduck to sleep? You know, the psyduck trying to do the funky dance moves to scare me?'
Ash cringed at his disliked nickname, 'Ashy', but continued to ignore Pikachu.
"The lessons really aren't kicking in here, Brock."
Racheal began to sense either a big fight about to start or someone about to be very badly electrocuted.
"Aw, Ash, please go get the papers for me while I get Pikachu some ice cream from the lobby, ok?" Racheal happily picked up Pikachu in her arms as she walked out of the room. Ash ignored the part where Pikachu stuck his tongue out at him.
Brock ran a hand through his hair tiredly.
"I helped her with this and do I get ice cream? No, the little adorable yellow mouse gets all the treats because he's supposedly cute." Brock folded his arms over his chest.
Ash's eyes widened at Brock, wondering if he heard him correctly.
"Let me get this straight.. Your jealous of my Pikachu?", He used all of the strength in his body to hold in any laughing as he patted Brock's back, "When was your last doctor's visit?"
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"Hey, you all set to do some recording? 'Floating Porcupine' is a sure hit!" Excitement happily made itself known in Jason's voice as he spoke.
Misty looked up at him tiredly.
"Honestly, I think I'm scared of singing a song like that. Isn't that a sin to sing about floating porcupines in some religions?"
He started to laugh as he slapped Misty's back playfully, almost knocking her off the park bench.
"Your so funny."
She smiled slightly, slowly returning her attention to the painting.
"So", Jason began, trying to start up a conversation and bring her attention away from the painting, "When do you want to start recording?"
She held in the temptation to start laughing historically, directly in his face.
"We're sitting in a park. Not exactly much of a recording studio, Jason."
"We can always go there, doll. I don't see why your sitting here, staring at that picture." He slyly sat himself down next to her, as close as possible.
"It's a painting. And, it's mine. Well, its half-mine."
"Did you make it?" He was well prepared to praise her for it if she made it, but if she didn't, he also didn't mind telling her his true feelings about it.
"I wish I could make something like this."
"Why?" He spoke the word in such a way that she immediately knew exactly what he thought about the painting.
"Because it holds so much meaning and love." She lightly ran her fingertips against the surface of the painting.
"I don't understand it. It's just a guy and girl. I think the only reason you like it is because you look like the girl in it and I look like the guy." Jason smiled confidently.
Misty turned to look at him, almost afraid to wonder what was going threw his mind.
"Jason, you have blonde hair.. Ash has black. Are you seeing this?" She almost wanted to bite her tongue for going as far as sounding like he was a moron. Well, he sorta was.
Jason's eyes slowly came to surely represent nothing but anger at the mention of Ash's name. Jealousy was slowly overtaking him. She always feared looking deep into his eyes because she didn't want to see the anger in his heart and soul. She didn't want to see what kind of person he truly was. She didn't want to know.
"Actually...", Jason spoke through clenched teeth as he snatched the painting from Misty, "I'm not sure what's left to see here, doll."
Horror filled her eyes as she watched him lift the painting in the air and forcefully bring it down to meet the ground, getting the surface of the painting quite dirty. She wondered if she'd still be able to look at the painting and see the same things.
"I thought I told you I didn't want to hear his name. And I especially don't want to see you staring at drawing of him! He's got you hooked on him and he's going to control you, don't you see it? He's already controlling you and you don't realize it!"
Misty shook her head, trying not to believe the words coming out of his mouth as she leaned down to pick up the painting. She quickly tried to get the dirt stains off the surface, only using her own shirt. She could barely believe how far he was taking this.
Jason once more snatched the painting from her hands and hurled it towards the ground, damaging it even more.
"I don't want you to go near that painting, Misty. It'll ruin your music career!"
Misty narrowed her eyes at him angrily.
"I don't care." She hissed.
He grinned evilly, taking the painting in his hands with greed, anger, and jealousy evident in his eyes.
"This painting and Ash himself will destroy your life and we won't be able to be together!" He growled.
She stared at him wide-eyed.
"Jason, I'm not sure if it dawned on you yet, but that it's just a painting..", she dismissed any thoughts about pouncing on him and grabbing the painting back, "And who said anything about us about to be together?", she paused as another thought entered her mind, "And can I please have that back?!"
"Seems like death suites you well, Ketchum." Jason muttered low enough so that Misty didn't hear. Or at least he thought Misty didn't hear it. He simply continued to look at Misty in disgust as if she cheated on him.
His eyes held so much hatred and jealousy, she wondered how a person could become like this. It almost made her forget about what she thought he said. She tried to convince herself that she was just illusinating. Jason wouldn't say that.. right?
Her hands trembled slightly as she reached out to him. She feared for the painting, and she wanted to get it away from him. She needed to get away from him, nevermind the painting.
"NO!" Jason growled, forcefully pushing her away, almost knocking her down to the ground. He breathed heavily with anger as he turned to look around him.
Some people stopped to stare at what was going on, others were too scared to stop and stare. They figured that Jason would pull their eyes out if they stared at him being in this state.
"I'm going." As Jason walked towards the exit of the park, he passed a garbage bag. He shoved the painting into the garbage bag, giving a look of warning towards Misty that clearly screamed 'If you try to get it, you'll be the next thing going into the garbage bag.'
Misty stood there stunned. What more could she do that she wasn't affraid of doing? She was going to get that stupid painting back.
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yes, yes, bad cliffhanger yet again. ok. Ash's plan will unfold even more in the next chapter. ^-^ sorry if there was any boringness in this chapter. i kinda felt some. o.o; and if anyone would like special updates on how the chapters are coming along, just email me (Tipsy801@aol.com) and I'll let you know what's going on. ^^
