Summary: Ash and Misty fluff! After a fight, than an "accidental" make up in the form of a kiss, Brock makes sure Ash and Misty fall for each other - literally! (Romance/Humor) FLUFFY!

A/N: This is a revision of one of the fics I wrote in my younger years. I think its still archived here at under my old penname - I read it, and started laughing. It was that bad! But I liked the idea, and I never finished it, so here's my second shot at it - I hope you enjoy. (BTW, I deleted if from my old penname, because yes, it WAS that bad!)

Dedicated to all the reviewers of "By Chance" (also known as "Blinded.") Each and every one of you are GREAT!

Disclaimer: I don't own pokemon. :-P

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Falling For You
By: xSPiNx
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"How may I help you?" The pink-haired nurse smiled sweetly at the spiky haired boy in front of the counter.

Brock could barely contain his enthusiasm. "You're preeetttttty..." he drooled.

The nurse's smile wavered. "Thank you?"

Misty held back a laugh. No matter how many times she had seen Brock unsuccessfully try to get a date, it would never get old. She didn't know what was going on in that boy's head.

She looked around. Speaking of boys, didn't she usually travel with two of them? She frowned. Now that was strange. She only counted one -- who was now unsuccessfully trying to trick Nurse Joy into a date.

"Did you get pulled over by Officer Jenny this morning?" Brock asked, leaning nonchalantly over the counter. "'Cause you've got FINE written all over you!"

Misty snorted. That line was so lame! She would never fall for any kinds of lane pickup lines...

Nurse Joy eyed Brock carefully and slowly backed away. "No sir, I didn't. And I'm sorry sir, but I can only heal pokemon. If your pokemon aren't hurt--"

Brock leaned in closer. "My pokemon" -- he paused dramatically -- "are hurt." He held his head down, reaching for a pokeball. He held it to his ear and shook it. "What's that, Onix? Your last wish is to see your master on a date?"

For some reason, the nurse didn't believe him.

Brock decided to change his topic. "So, does a lovely lady like yourself have any sisters?" He thought for a second, hopeful. "Any single sisters?"

"Nope."

The doors to the pokemon center slid open with a soothing swish, and in walked Ash Ketchum. And at just the right time, too -- Misty couldn't bear watching Brock crash and burn for another second longer.

Misty arched her eyebrows. "Where have you been?"

Ash shrugged. "I was in a battle." He looked at her triumphantly. "And I won."

"Pikachu!" agreed the yellow rodent from atop Ash's head.

"What's he up to?" Ash jerked his head towards Brock.

Misty rolled her eyes. "What else? He's trying to get a date."

Ash laughed. "I can't watch this... where's the key to the room?" He held out his hand like a little kid asking for candy.

Misty blinked. "You have it."

"No, I don't!"

"Yes, you do!"

"NO, I DON'T!!!"

"YES, YOU DO!!!" Misty's voice was slowly escalating. "Ash Ketchum, you are the most forgetful, irresponsible --"

"Any cousins?!" Brock leaned in closer in anticipation.

"--dense, clueless... BIKE WECKING trainer that I know!"

"Oh yeah?" Ash retorted, wracking his brain for a comeback. He couldn't think of one.

"Yeah!"

"OH YEAH?!"

"YEAH!!"

"Any aunts?!" Brock's voice has a hint of panic in it.

Ash's brain finally thought of an insult he could use. "Well, it beats being a scrawny little runt!!!"

"At least I'm a scrawny little runt that knows how to read a map!"

"STOP YELLING AT ME!!!"

"I'M NOT YELLING!!!"

"YOU MEAN TO TELL ME THAT NOT ONE FEMALE IN YOUR FAMILY IS SINGLE?!" The entire pokemon center wheeled around to face Brock. He cleared his throat and looked around nervously. "Ahem. We'll, uh, finish this discussion later." He produced a shiny key from his jacket pocket and jingled it in front of his friends' faces. "Anyone up for a little rest and relaxation?"

Glaring daggers at each other, Ash and Misty could only nod.

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The walk to the room had been uneventful, partly because it only consisted of a flight of stairs, and partly because Brock chose to walk in between Ash and Misty so that one of them wouldn't fall -- err, accidentally, of course.

The room that the pokemon center had given them was, well, cozy. Almost too cozy. The room housed only two beds, each small enough for roughly one person, and a single sofa. Misty immediately plopped herself down onto the first bed. Brock quickly took the second. Ash stared at them, dumbfounded.

"Where am I supposed to sleep?"

With a very satisfied smirk, Misty motioned to the sofa. Ash looked at Brock for help. He only shrugged.

His pride getting the best of him, Ash crossed his arms. "Fine." Settling down on the overly small sofa, he tried to make himself comfortable. He couldn't. The three trainers sat in silence.

Misty took out a magazine and started flipping through it. Ash adjusted himself, and the sofa emitted a small squeak.. Misty laughed at her reading. Pikachu sat, happily slurping away at a ketchup bottle.

Flip. Squeak. Laugh. Slurp.

Brock's eye started to twitch, the noises getting to him.

Flip. Squeak. Laugh. Slurp.

The noises started to resemble a song, yet the "musicians" didn't notice what they were doing. Brock's eye twitched some more. Obviously, he wasn't enjoying the "performance." And for good reason - the pattern was starting to get just a tiny bit annoying.

Flip. Brock's eyes started getting smaller than they usually were...

Squeak. If he squeaks in that bed one more time... Brock gritted his teeth, trying to control himself.

Laugh. What is she laughing at, anyway?! Brock made a mental note to check out the magazine - when Misty wasn't around, of course.

Slurp. Why, that little yellow ball of--

"What's for dinner?!" Brock's thought process was interrupted by Ash, who decided to pipe up. Ash's stomach rumbled. "I'm hungry." Ah, the joy of food. The only thing that could possibly make Ash forget the uncomfortable lumpiness of the sofa.

Brock shrugged. "I'm not cooking."

Way to break a guy's dreams. "WHAT?!" Ash fell off the sofa. Across the room, even Misty arched her eyebrow.

"We're in a city," Brock yawned lazily. "I don't have to cook. This town is supposed to have the best restaurants, anyway." He got a faraway look in his eyes. "And we can meet the local girls..."

"Yeah." Ash smirked. "It'd be nice to meet some nice girls, for a change." He shot Misty a smug smirk.

"And it'd be nice to meet some tall, cute, nice guys for a change too." She returned Ash's smirk with a smile of her own.

Ouch. Ash hadn't counted on that one. Misty was always one step ahead of him! But strangely, this comment had struck a chord. He usually just brushed Misty's comments off with a shake of his head, but this one stuck. "She... she doesn't think I'm nice? Or cute?" Ash shook his head. "What am I saying?! It's Misty! Of course she doesn't..." He held his head down, dismayed.

With another smug smirk, Misty left the room, followed quickly with Brock. Ash was left in his thoughts, until he noticed he was alone. "Wah! Wait for meeeeee!"

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"Excuse me Miss, but I think you dropped your nametag." Brock held up a sugar packet. The waitress just looked at him. Didn't this guy know that these lines didn't actually work in real life?! Shaking her head, she just walked away.

Brock leaned back in his chair, putting his hands behind his head. "Yep, she wants me..."

Ash and Misty both held back laughs. Their each caught each others eyes, and they could almost feel the electricity in the air between them. But remembering that they were still fighting, Misty quickly turned away.

The waitress returned with their food, and Brock promptly resumed hitting on her. "Officer Jenny! Thief! Come arrest this lady!"

As if the good officer had a radar, the three trainers heard a violent VROOM, and Officer Jenny promptly broke through the glass of the restaurant with her motorcycle. The waiters and chefs looked at her with disgust. But because she could have locked them up just because "she felt like it," they decided to stay silent.

Brock eyed the officer with hearts in his eyes. "Officer, arrest her!" He pointed to the waitress. "'Cause she's stolen my heart..." He sat up straight.

The officer eyed Brock warily. "You mean... this is a false alarm?"

"Well, if you want my heart, I'd be more than happy to give it to you!"

"...A FALSE ALARM?!" Officer Jenny towered over Brock like a monster. Brock shrunk down in his seat. "DID YOU KNOW THAT IF THERE WAS A REAL EMERGENCY, I WOULD BE STUCK HERE WITH YOU?!!"

Brock fell over. "Feisty... I like that." He smiled goofily.

The officer eyed him, gritting her teeth. "I'll show you feisty... COME HERE!"

Brock jumped up from his seat, quickly running away to avoid the woman's wrath. "I'll see you guys laaaterrrr..." His voice trailed off as he sped off into the distance, Officer Jenny and her motorcycle not far behind.

Ash and Misty laughed at their hormonal friend's bad luck. But, quickly realizing that they were now alone, they retreated back into their uncomfortable silence. So, they did what they did best -- they ate.

After getting through the meal in relative silence, Ash tried to initiate a little conversation. "Um, so, dinner was... good."

"Yup."

More silence. And then Misty giggled. "It looks like you enjoyed it." She pointed to a stain on his shirt.

Ash laughed, relieved that they could share at least a little conversation. He looked down on his shirt. "Where is it?"

Misty sighed. "Ash, you're hopeless." Ash laughed again, happy that they were finally talking without fighting. Misty sighed again, giggling a little. "Here, let me help you."

She dipped her napkin in her water, and moved to Ash's side of the table. She started to dab his shirt, but the stain wouldn't come off. She moved closer, trying to get a better shot at it. Finally, she looked up, satisfied.

When she lifted her head, she noticed that her face was uncomfortably. Had he been... staring at her? She felt her heart leap into her throat, thumping fiercely. Her voice softened. "I, um, got it."

Ash was silent. Their faces, literally inches apart, were slowly starting to move closer. His heart was thumping so hard, he thought it would leap out of his chest. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, their lips met. He felt the soft pressure of her gentle lips, and her hand brush the nape of his neck, which made him shiver. They pulled apart.

And then, more silence.

Misty's mind was screaming at her. "What did you just do? Fix it!" Her lips still tingling from the kiss, she looked at Ash. "For the record," she stated simply, "I'm still mad at you." And with a smug smirk, she left -- leaving Ash to ponder what exactly she had meant.

To be continued...

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A/N: HAHA. OK, this is my attempt at another "romantic comedy." I hope it's going well... Heh. Sorry if I made Brock look a little dumb, but it's only 'cause I think he's a cool character. And sorry if the arguing scene was kind of cliché, but I've always wanted to write one, so hey, I figured right now would be as good a time as any! Anyway, what do you think? Continue, don't continue...? Haha, I should just say, this was supposed to be a one shot... but it got a little bit too long for my liking, so I stopped here. The next part should be the conclusion, if not, then this will probably be a three part story.

Oh, and in honor of Brock and all his pick up lines, I'm just curious to ask - what's the worst/funniest pick up line that you've ever used, heard, or laughed at? Personally, mine is "Can I have a drink and a side order of you?" Heh. I used to work at a restaurant, and this one girl came up and asked me that. Go figure P

Haha, anyway, leave your comments in a review, and they might show up later in this story.