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The Abused
Chapter 7: Discovered Love
Brock was walking along the hall, humming, when suddenly he ran into someone. "Oops sorry, Dr. Billows," He said grinning.
*How can no one like him??? He's such a sweet heart!* Amana thought to her self. She smiled warmly at Brock. "Brock..would..would you like to get a bite to eat after I get off??" She said turning the crimson color of Misty's hair.
Brocks eyes widened in shock. A girl was asking him out. And he hadn't chased her to get her to do it. He broke in to a big grin as he responded, "Sure, I'd love to."
Amana Grinned happily. "By the way..maybe you should call me Amana. Dr. Billows seems to formal." Then she turned and walked away.
As soon as she was out of sight Brock leapt up "YES!! YES!! Finally!! I have a date!!!" he broke into a dance of happiness. Suddenly he heared a burst of laughter behind him. He spun around.
"Happy are you??" said a black haired young man sitting in a wheelchair.
"Ash!" Brock said, worriedly. "Should you really be out of bed??"
Misty whipping tears of laughter from her eyes said, "Brock really he's going to be fine and the doctor SAID he should start moving around. C'mon, Ash lets go to the cafeteria." She turned around and walked away but stopped turned back and said with a sly grin on her face. "Brock, you be good on your date. Don't do anything stupid." Then she ran away pushing Ash and laughing happily.
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Three hours later..
"GAH!!" Brock shouted. He was trying to find something to wear on his date with Amana tonight but everything he had looked horrible. *Where's Misty when you need her!* he thought. *She's really good at picking out outfits! I'll just where this.* He had picked out a skintight forest green sweater and nice beige slacks. (a/n *Drools*) Just as he finished....erm..primping the doorbell rang. In his excitement he forgot he was wearing very slippery socks and as he tried to stop at the door he tripped and ran in to the couch side table. "DAMN!" he cursed.
On the other side of the door Amana heard the bang and the curse, she winced but smiled at Brock's ecstasy. Suddenly the door opened and Amana saw the face that made her knees go weak and her smile grow wide. Right now this face was tinged with red. "Hi, Brock."
"Hi 'Mana," He grinned happily at the sight of her. "Come on in. I guess you heard my little..um..accident."
Amana laughed, "Yea. Are you okay??"
"Now that your here I'm just peachy."
Amana Flushed. *How can such a simple comment make me go so..so..so un- me??*
Brock helped her off with her coat. "Come on this way," He said. He lead her into the kitchen, where the table was set for two and the were candles all around.
She inhaled deeply taking in the wonderful scent, "Oh Brock.." She sighed and hugged him from behind.
Brock grinned happily and hugged her awkwardly back. "Come sit down I'll get the food." She sat down and waited. Suddenly he was back. "Here. It's nothing really special but I made it my self." Curiously she waited for him to serve her.
When she recognized the food in the dark light she gave a little squeal of delight. "YUM!!! Spaghetti!!"
He smiled at her happiness. "I take it you like it??"
"LOVE it!" Then she took a bite. "Ohmigosh! Brock!! This is..this is.."
"Horrible??" He finished for her.
"NO!! Terrific!" she said and took another bite. "I never knew you could cook so well!!"
Brock smiled and dug in also. The dinner was very nice and they talked and debated and told stories for about three hours.
MEANWHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ash and Misty were sitting in Ash's hospital room. Even though he had been back for about a week and half the hospital still wouldn't let him go home. This was there "date." Since they couldn't go anywhere Misty had gone out a brought some food back from Chili's. While she was out Ash dressed and showered. "GOSH it feels good to be clean." He'd murmur to himself every once in a while.
"Hey, Handsome. Think you can stop drooling over yourself and talk to me??"
Ash whirled around. His annoyance melted at once. "WOW! Misty, you look great!" Misty had had about the same idea as Ash and had gone home to change before getting the food. She was wearing a no sleeved black tank top that, in Ash's opinion, clung to her figure very well and a pair of hip hugging black jeans with little flames around the bottoms. (a/n..ok I REALLY want this out fit!) She had decided to leave her hair down for once and it set of the out fit beautifully.
"You don't look half bad your self." Misty eyed him. He really did look good. He was getting the color back in his face and his eyes had regained that mischievous glint they always had. "Ash how come you don't dress like this more often??" he was wearing a form fitting white long sleeved shirt and (a/n how to put this with out sounding crazy..Hm....) tight blue jeans. (a/n two words: CHILD MOLESTORS. don't ask you DON'T want to know) "Come on Ash. Food's here!"
Ash gave a delighted shout and ran over. "FOOD!" Misty laughed. THIS was the Ash she knew and loved.
"Your getting to sound so normal! So healthy!" Misty said and hugged him. *Misty, you HAVE to tell him about your past. He'll understand now.* Misty thought to herself. She had been debating about whether or not to tell him about her horrific past. She finally decided he needed to now. That she couldn't go around lying to him and herself about what had happened as a child. Misty breathed in deeply and said, "Ash..I need to tell you about something."
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A/n : I'm just evil aren't I??? MWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA stay tuned to find out what Misty's little secret is. But I warn you it's NOT pretty. Oh well I want 70 reviews for chapter eight!! Well Bai now! *goes back to her little day dream of Ash in that outfit..*
Ages: same
The Abused
Chapter 7: Discovered Love
Brock was walking along the hall, humming, when suddenly he ran into someone. "Oops sorry, Dr. Billows," He said grinning.
*How can no one like him??? He's such a sweet heart!* Amana thought to her self. She smiled warmly at Brock. "Brock..would..would you like to get a bite to eat after I get off??" She said turning the crimson color of Misty's hair.
Brocks eyes widened in shock. A girl was asking him out. And he hadn't chased her to get her to do it. He broke in to a big grin as he responded, "Sure, I'd love to."
Amana Grinned happily. "By the way..maybe you should call me Amana. Dr. Billows seems to formal." Then she turned and walked away.
As soon as she was out of sight Brock leapt up "YES!! YES!! Finally!! I have a date!!!" he broke into a dance of happiness. Suddenly he heared a burst of laughter behind him. He spun around.
"Happy are you??" said a black haired young man sitting in a wheelchair.
"Ash!" Brock said, worriedly. "Should you really be out of bed??"
Misty whipping tears of laughter from her eyes said, "Brock really he's going to be fine and the doctor SAID he should start moving around. C'mon, Ash lets go to the cafeteria." She turned around and walked away but stopped turned back and said with a sly grin on her face. "Brock, you be good on your date. Don't do anything stupid." Then she ran away pushing Ash and laughing happily.
******
Three hours later..
"GAH!!" Brock shouted. He was trying to find something to wear on his date with Amana tonight but everything he had looked horrible. *Where's Misty when you need her!* he thought. *She's really good at picking out outfits! I'll just where this.* He had picked out a skintight forest green sweater and nice beige slacks. (a/n *Drools*) Just as he finished....erm..primping the doorbell rang. In his excitement he forgot he was wearing very slippery socks and as he tried to stop at the door he tripped and ran in to the couch side table. "DAMN!" he cursed.
On the other side of the door Amana heard the bang and the curse, she winced but smiled at Brock's ecstasy. Suddenly the door opened and Amana saw the face that made her knees go weak and her smile grow wide. Right now this face was tinged with red. "Hi, Brock."
"Hi 'Mana," He grinned happily at the sight of her. "Come on in. I guess you heard my little..um..accident."
Amana laughed, "Yea. Are you okay??"
"Now that your here I'm just peachy."
Amana Flushed. *How can such a simple comment make me go so..so..so un- me??*
Brock helped her off with her coat. "Come on this way," He said. He lead her into the kitchen, where the table was set for two and the were candles all around.
She inhaled deeply taking in the wonderful scent, "Oh Brock.." She sighed and hugged him from behind.
Brock grinned happily and hugged her awkwardly back. "Come sit down I'll get the food." She sat down and waited. Suddenly he was back. "Here. It's nothing really special but I made it my self." Curiously she waited for him to serve her.
When she recognized the food in the dark light she gave a little squeal of delight. "YUM!!! Spaghetti!!"
He smiled at her happiness. "I take it you like it??"
"LOVE it!" Then she took a bite. "Ohmigosh! Brock!! This is..this is.."
"Horrible??" He finished for her.
"NO!! Terrific!" she said and took another bite. "I never knew you could cook so well!!"
Brock smiled and dug in also. The dinner was very nice and they talked and debated and told stories for about three hours.
MEANWHILE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Ash and Misty were sitting in Ash's hospital room. Even though he had been back for about a week and half the hospital still wouldn't let him go home. This was there "date." Since they couldn't go anywhere Misty had gone out a brought some food back from Chili's. While she was out Ash dressed and showered. "GOSH it feels good to be clean." He'd murmur to himself every once in a while.
"Hey, Handsome. Think you can stop drooling over yourself and talk to me??"
Ash whirled around. His annoyance melted at once. "WOW! Misty, you look great!" Misty had had about the same idea as Ash and had gone home to change before getting the food. She was wearing a no sleeved black tank top that, in Ash's opinion, clung to her figure very well and a pair of hip hugging black jeans with little flames around the bottoms. (a/n..ok I REALLY want this out fit!) She had decided to leave her hair down for once and it set of the out fit beautifully.
"You don't look half bad your self." Misty eyed him. He really did look good. He was getting the color back in his face and his eyes had regained that mischievous glint they always had. "Ash how come you don't dress like this more often??" he was wearing a form fitting white long sleeved shirt and (a/n how to put this with out sounding crazy..Hm....) tight blue jeans. (a/n two words: CHILD MOLESTORS. don't ask you DON'T want to know) "Come on Ash. Food's here!"
Ash gave a delighted shout and ran over. "FOOD!" Misty laughed. THIS was the Ash she knew and loved.
"Your getting to sound so normal! So healthy!" Misty said and hugged him. *Misty, you HAVE to tell him about your past. He'll understand now.* Misty thought to herself. She had been debating about whether or not to tell him about her horrific past. She finally decided he needed to now. That she couldn't go around lying to him and herself about what had happened as a child. Misty breathed in deeply and said, "Ash..I need to tell you about something."
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A/n : I'm just evil aren't I??? MWHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA stay tuned to find out what Misty's little secret is. But I warn you it's NOT pretty. Oh well I want 70 reviews for chapter eight!! Well Bai now! *goes back to her little day dream of Ash in that outfit..*