I don't own Pokemon......Si and Pierre are my own characters though.
"Pierre, how long is it going to take to get there? I mean, Ash's hotel is only like 15 minutes away from my gym. And we left like 15 minutes ago. It is already five minutes till seven and the reservations are at seven sharp. If we are five minutes late, they'll give our table away." Misty asked the limo driver who goes by Pierre. He isn't French though, but he (for some odd reason) acts like he is.
"Madame, we shall be there in about five minutes. The traffic is quite ummm....heavy tonight. So where are we going to dinner tonight, Madame Misty?" Pierre asked her.
Misty looked at Pierre since she was sitting right behind him. The window was down so therefore she could see and look at him. Misty was dumfounded by his question. She finally spoke to him, "Pardon me? What are you talking about? 'WE' are not going anywhere for dinner. You are taking ME and my DATE to dinner. And I thought you already knew were we are going. Oh yeah, and it is not 'Madame.' It is Mademoiselle. I'm not married."
"Mademoiselle, I'm le sorry. I only thought you'd like to go by Madame. Do you know of the French language, Mademoiselle?" Pierre asked her. Misty was getting annoyed by this guy. She was ready to send Vaporeon on him, but she remembered that they needed a driver and this is no way a young lady should treat a stranger.
Misty calmed herself down and told him, "Look Pierre, I don't want to offend you. But I don't speak any French whatsoever. And you shouldn't try to be French when you are not. The French romance is very attractive, I know that, but why would you want to imitate a country you aren't even from? Aren't you something else?"
Pierre, while still driving, turned around and looked into Misty's eyes. He was only about 20 years of age. Something made him confess his desires to her. He whispered, "I know I'm not French, but I like the French. One day, with all the money I'm earning from driving, I hope to travel to France and live there. I'm only starting to pay for my language classes and.....HONK!!!!!!" Pierre slammed on the breaks. Misty screamed. Pierre stopped the limo, got out, and starting yelling in Spanish, "Es una MADRE! COME MIERDA Y MUERTASE!"
Pierre got inside only to be yelled at by a very angry Misty. Misty was all red in the face and her hair was a little bit messed up. "YOU IDIOT!!! YOU could've killed us BOTH! Why...I should call your manager for your ignorant driving skills!" Pierre looked shocked. Never in his life did he ever do something so stupid while driving. Pierre was now thinking why in the hell did he do such a stupid thing.
"I should call the cops for what you just said out there too! I can't believe you cussed that poor man out when it was YOU who took your eyes off the road. Why I outta....." Misty continued to rant in his face. Pierre stopped listening to her and thought, 'There is something about this girl. She is only four years younger than me and she has this...this.....essence about her. Like a pheromone that makes guys do crazy things. It is like an addicting perfume smell. She has a strong aura. Hmm.....there is defiantly something about this girl though. I wonder what it could be..." Pierre's thoughts were interrupted by Misty's voice. Except her voice wasn't that of yelling. She spoke as if she were on the verge of tears. "Omg! I can't believe I just yelled at a complete stranger! I've become so rude and callous! Pierre, would you just drop me off right here. I'll walk to Le Rose from here. It isn't too far. And if would go pick up Ash from the hotel. He should be waiting in the Lobby."
Misty handed him a bag of gifts. "These are for him. If would give them to him please. And if he asks where I am, tell him I'll meet him at the Le Rose. And tell him NOT to open them yet and just wait for the dinner to do so. I'm going to go and try change the reservation time if I can. Thank you for your services and I'm sorry for yelling at you." Misty scooted herself to the door; she smiled and said one last thing to him, "I hope you do make it to France one of these days. Even though you're Hispanic, it isn't farfetched that you want to go to a different country. Oh, and if you would, please drive my date and I to another place later on tonight. It is right near the Cerulean Cape. It isn't too far I hope. Good bye for now."
Misty got out of the limo and started to walk down the street. It was seven o'clock on the dot. Misty pulled her cell phone out of her purse and called Le Rose. Someone picked up and said, "Hello, and thank you for calling Le Rose. How may I help you tonight?"
"Hello, this is Misty Williams. I'm calling about a reservation I made for seven o'clock tonight. I was wondering if I could change the reservation to a later time tonight." Misty asked the lady.
"Well, Ms. Williams, there seems to be a problem with your reservation time. You are not on our list at all. Do you think you made a reservation on a later date? Like for tomorrow or something." The lady asked her. Misty was taken aback because she has had the reservation all week. Something in her guts told her someone did this on purpose.
"Look Miss, I don't understand how you can lose my reservation. I've had this reservation for a week now. And you should know that if you 'gave' my reservation away, you'll get a 'nice' review in the daily paper about your 'terrific' services." Misty was pissed now. She was already in a bad mood after that 'almost' accident in the limo. Misty contemplated, 'If only they had a spot for 7:30, please, let there be an opened spot.'
"Miss, we have an available spot for two at 7:30 tonight, would you like that table?" The receptionist asked her.
"Yes, please!" Misty semi-jumped in the air. Then calmed herself down. "I mean, yes please. That would be perfect. Please reserve it under the name Middy D. and Ashy Washy." She though, 'Hehehe Ash I'll get a perfect surprise with that name! Hahahah I can't wait to see the look on his face when they announce his name like that! HAHAHA.'
"Ok Miss. It is all written down. I'm sorry for the mishap. Things seem to get a little hectic on the weekends. Your table will be number 3. Please remember that because we don't want to have that table taken by another couple." The receptionist said to Misty.
"Thank you very much, and I guess I'll be talking to you in about 20 minutes." Misty nicely said to her. She then closed her cell phone and walked down the street.
'I wonder how tonight is going to go for Ash, myself, and well ....Pikachu too. We've traveled almost everywhere together for the past five years. I wonder what is to come for us in the future. Hopefully beautiful engagement rings, wedding bells, a honeymoon, house, careers, and maybe a child or two.......' Misty touched her stomach area and smiled then realized what she was doing in public and mentally hit her head with her hand.
With much frustration, she thought, 'Why am I always doing this!? I'm always thinking that Ash and I are already married or something! Geez!!!! I really need to stop doing this. WE aren't even dating or even shared a first kiss! Gosh.....I'm such a sucker for romance.......' She sighed and then walked down to one of her favorite jewelry shops near enough to the restaurant so that it wouldn't cause her to be late for the reservation.
She walked in the store and immediately the manager came out and greeted her. "AH! Misty you look absolutely STUNNING in that dress. You are working that dress Girl friend! If I was straight, I would want to use one of those crony pick up lines like....oh wait......let me think about one ....wait for it ....wait for it... How you doin'?" The manager told Misty.
Misty instantly rolled on the floor with laughter. "OMG! HAHAHAHAHA. Shut up Si!!! That is not funny! I hate those kinds of guys! Omg! Hahahah.......you crack me up Si! You just crack ....me ....up! Heheheh" Misty continued giggling until Si interrupted her.
"So I'm guessing that you are dressed up this way for a special someone? Hint Hint....his name being linked to what happens when you burn wood?" Si asked her knowing exactly who she dressed up for tonight. "Is it that obvious? I was sorta hoping that it didn't seem that way. Man! Si, when I was walking down the street just a few seconds ago, you've should've seen all the peoples eyes on me. Of course I just rubbed them off and pretended not to acknowledge them but still....I certainly felt like I was being stalked. But you know how the public is about famous people. Right Si?" She playfully nudged Si in the side. Si decided to play it up though and grabbed his side and pretended to yell in pain.
"OWWWW ooooo OWWW I've been hurt! Manager Down! Manager Down! I've been hit by the notorious Misty of the Cerulean Gym! I'm dying!!! NOOOOO!!!" Si pretended that he was dying and grabbed Misty and brought her down to the floor as he was "falling/dying."
Customers in the store turned around, saw the scene, and started to whisper. Misty looked at them with her famous "Glare of Death" that Ash and Brock have know about forever. They stopped talking and walked to a different corner of the store and continued whispering.
"SI! I can't believe you just did that in front of your costumers. Shit! Now I have to be at my date in less than..." Misty looked at the time on her cell phone and said, "10 minutes! And look at what you've done to my hair!" She looked in the store mirror and saw her hair all messed up. The nice flowing curls that went down a little bit past her shoulder blade are now spazed out like she just woke up from a night of partying (even though she never really partied at all).
"I'm sorry Misty. I thought you just came in early to look at my gorgeous jewelry as you always do." Si said with a sad puppy dog face. "But never fear.... I'll fix your hair. Plus, no offense, your hair wasn't completely done when you walked in anyway. I'll fix your hair in less than five minutes. You can trust me. I'm gay!" Si said cheerfully and brought Misty to the back and took out his hair styling kit.
Misty looked at the equipment and gulped. "Umm....Si....are you sure about this? I mean I know you are a talented guy, but are you fast enough to do this? Wait a second...What are you doing to my hair?!" Si started pulling and tugging on her hair; making it a straight as possible. "SI! What are you doing?! OUCH! That hurts! Stop it SI! It's giving me a headache!" Misty continued yelling at Si. He pretty much ignored her though and continued to put her hair up into a beautiful bun.
"Misty, calm down. I'm almost done. A couple of more strands up and you'll look even more stunning. You know, you should grow your hair out. You can do more things with it." Misty looked at her hands and examined her fingers, noticing that she didn't have a ring on any of them. A few moments later, Si put down the styling equipment and got out a huge bottle of hair spray.
"SI! Don't use hair spray on my hair!!!! Please, I hate hair spray. It makes my hair all gross and it makes me look like I have dandruff!" Misty said to him. "Don't worry Misty; this isn't the average hair spray. This works like a hair spray, it is made completely by silk. It is bran new to the market. A good friend of mine discovered it about a month ago." He began spraying it all over his masterpiece. "There, all done. Here is a mirror and I'll hold up another one so you can see the back clearly." Si told her. Misty grabbed the hand-held mirror and angled it to the other one. She then moved the mirror to so she was able to see the back of her hair.
"Oh my gosh, Si. It is beautiful! It looks just like my necklace." Misty looked at her flower on her necklace and glanced back at her bun. "You're a genius Si! What would I do without you?" She turned and gave Si a hug. Her hair that was once down now was put up in a bun. But the bun wasn't just a regular old bun; it was shaped like a striking rose with ringlets falling down.
Si answered her question, "Honey, without me, you'd be lost and most likely voted the celebrity with the worse hair." Si smiled at her.
"Well Si, I think I should be going now. It is about five minutes till seven twenty-five. I don't want to be there to late. But Si, really, what would I do without your friendship and your cunning way of saving my hair at the last second. If you were straight Si, you'd be the perfect guy to marry. Thank you so much Si and I guess I'll be going now." Misty told Si truthfully. Si was one of her only real friends in Cerulean City. Si was also one of her best friends growing up (until she left at age 10 to go on her own Pokemon Journey).
"Misty, stop it. You're going to make me start to cry. Honey, you look simply gorgeous, have fun tonight, and ....." Si shifted his eyes back and forth quickly, "get that boy!" Si laughed as Misty giggled. She was about to hit him again, but knew that he would make a scene like before; so she stopped herself and instead of hitting him, she gave him a huge hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Thanks a million. Got to go! Luv ya! Tootles Si!" Misty went to the front of the store and while opening the door to leave, she gave Si a quick smile.
"Bye love! Have a great time!" Si said as she walked out the door.
Si went back behind the glass containers where all the fine jewelry was being displayed. He quietly opened a box and read a receipt.
He thought to himself, 'Misty is sure a lucky girl. And she has no idea how that boy Ash bought one of the most treasured items in this store. It might not be extremely expense but it has got sentimental meaning to it that only Misty and I know of. She is going to love her anniversary gift from Ash.' Si sighed at how romantic the gift was. 'Hmm.....only if I was like Misty with the guys.....that would be ....grand.'
to be continued
; I'm soo sorry it took so long to write this chapter. I got caught up reading other fan fics that I forgot about my own But never fear........i made this chapter quite long FYI: Misty has powers she isn't even aware of. Like the reason why guys can fall for her and her charm so easily is part of a power. Pierre talked about something with the way she smelt and the way that she made him feel really open. That is due to the power to "attract" and her "trustworthy aura"
--and I caught my own mistake---in the first chapter I said the letter was from a "him" but it was actually suppose to be from a "her" Soo make that a side note.
Ok I've said to much now......gonna try to write another chapter....tootles MoonTearGirl
