Part VIII – You Say it the Best
"Déjà vu," he kept his eyes trained on her as she pulled back to look at him.
"You actually remember that?" she asked in an impressed tone.
"Yup, and I also remember the torment you caused when afterwards everyone said that we were flirting." Ash mock-glared.
"Aren't you over that yet, you big baby? Poor Ash, people thought he liked a girl!" Misty stuck her tongue out at him in a teasing nature.
"I'll tell you what I'm not over yet. I can't believe that you're really leaving Cerulean City – to who knows where! And I can't believe you'd wait so long to tell me, and then think I'd just let you go off without me. I couldn't get rid of you back then, and it's pay back time." Ash said in a challenging voice.
"Thanks a lot you jerk," she wasn't very stirred by it though, "Oh well, you're coming along anyway now, so don't start crying . . ." she said dryly, brushing him off.
"Aw," Ash put his hands on his hips in defiance, "There's the sweet little Misty everyone knows, aren't you nice?"
"That's right. And I'm going to ignore your insincerity," she said in her old bossy, self-assured voice.
Then, before he could reply, she pushed him onto the ground and hollered, "Race you to the car!"