#2 BAML
Misty walked up behind Ash, wringing her hands nervously.
"How can I tell him?" her bottom lip quivered. "What if he rejects me?"
She then looked over to Ash.
"Ah, what the hell," she shrugged, "I'll tell him."
Misty ran up to Ash, waving her hands around in a giddy, school-girlish way. It was night, of course, and there was a camp fire and tents and Brock was cooking something and togepi was in a knothole or something and all that rot.
"Oh Ash," Misty shook nervously as she leaned in to tell him something. "I like you."
"I like you too, Misty," Ash grinned cheerily, then continued to look into the fire.
"You do!" Misty squealed with joy, then grabbed Ash, shoving his head into her lap and smoothing the hair on his head, "ohhhhh, what beautiful children we shall have! Oh darling, how many children do you want?"
"Whoa whoa whoa," Ash screamed and escaped Misty's clutches, "hold on there, why is the stork giving us children?"
"Oh Ash," Misty giggled delicately, "you silly, silly meatloaf, we're going to have children the old fashioned way! Now come back to my tent, my biological clock it ticking!"
"Misty," Ash leapt over the fire to escape her, "I'm not ready for that sort of commitment! Sorry!"
Misty looked at Ash, crestfallen. She began to weep and ran off.
"Now look what you've done," Ash shook his head at Brock.
"Quiet dillhole," Brock ordered, "I'll fix this!"
He then ran in the direction that Misty ran off in.
Trees were in all directions. Because they were in a forest. At the end of the forest, tho, was a cliff. And Misty was gonna jump off of it.
"Misty!" Brock shouted. "Don't jump!"
"And why not," Misty sniffled, "I am unloved!"
"I LOVE YOU!" Brock shouted, then ran into Misty's arms. They began to make out, rolling around in the grass like mad lovers.
Until they rolled off the cliff.
"Damn," Ash sighed as he watched them fall. "Now I'll never get to eat dinner!"