I don't own Pokemon. (but I wish I did!) This chapter (as I explained in the last one) is going to be about Misty waiting for Ash. A lot of things happened in the last that many of ya'll won't understand, but I think I might write a very short chapter about why and who attacked Pierre and Pikachu going nuts in the lobby. Fyi: "" –saying something out loud ''—saying something to oneself (thoughts)
'I hate it when people stare at me. I just can't stand it!' Misty thought about how it plain sucks being a celebrity in town. 'I'm not even what people think of me. They think just because I run the Cerulean Gym, intelligent (I'd say), swim, sing, and dance well too that I'm some sort of goddess. But really I'm not. I'm just like everyone else. I am just your average 16 year old girl for crying out loud!' Misty continued to walk down the busy street. A couple of young girls, around 10 or 12 years old, came up to her and asked her for her autograph.
"When I'm older, I want to be just like you Misty! You are so cool! And I love water Pokemon too!" The blond headed girl said.
"Nah ah! I'm closer to being just like Misty than you are Katy! I can swim, dance, and sing better than you! Plus I already have three water Pokemon with me! So blah!!!" The other green haired girl yelled at her friend and stuck out her tongue.
Misty didn't want them to fight so she stepped in and told them, "You know what girls, here are your autographs. But only if you both promise me that you'll follow your dreams and not those of others. This is a "Top Secret" Pokemon advice. If you follow your own dreams, you'll live a happy life and you'll be a great Pokemon Trainer."
Misty watched as both of the girls eyes got big and watery. They both looked at their signed autographs and said, "Thank you Misty! Now we both want to be just like you! Bye!"
'Why should I even bother......I gave them advice to be themselves and they STILL want to be like me. Oh well.........I guess being a celebrity has its ups and downs just like every other occupation. Why can't this world be different?' Misty sighed. It was pointless to talk to kids who want to be like her and her sisters. Everybody apparently cried when Daisy, Violet, and Lily went off to college, but when Misty came back, everyone fell in love with her.
Misty turned the corner and finally reached Le Rose. As usual, people were busting in and out; there was a long ass line; and the smell of wine and fine cuisine filled the air. Misty looked at her cell phone and read the time. 7:28 was shown. 'Hmm no limo yet.....two minutes to spare...I bet they are stuck in traffic as usual. Typically Le Rose doesn't get busy until 8-9, but it is a weekend and there must be more traffic than common. To bad Ash won't get to be here when they announce our reservation names. Hehehehe...' Misty giggled to herself quietly. Ashy-Washy was one of those names she teased him with during their childhood, and she stills uses it as a joke.
She entered the building. Looking around she spotted table number three. There was a dim light hanging from above, a three piece candelabra was lit and one single white rose was sitting in the middle of it. Crystal glasses were ready to be filled; the silverware shined as though it was bran new; and the napkins were folded into the shape of a swan. Everything on the table was marvelous and quite romantic.
Misty then heard the hostess talking to one of the customers. A middle-aged man (like 43) and a very young woman, (around 20) were arguing with the receptionist about how she didn't find them a place. "Sir, please calm down. We don't have any available spots for tonight. I'm sorry, you and your...." The hostess looked at the young girl and made a confused face. She quickly covered up and replied, "and your lady friend.... are going to have to leave this facility. You may make a reservation for a later date if you would like."
"Fuck this shit! We aren't leaving until we have our table! And if you don't get us our table, I'll tell the manager that you are a poor hostess and you'll get fired once and for all!" The man spat in her face. His female friend smirked at her as she shrank in fear.
Misty saw this and walked up to the place were everything was happening. 'I can't believe I'm doing this.' She thought to herself.
Walking up with a strut, she turned to the man and basically lied in his face. "Excuse me Sir. But please keep your voice down. Or else I'll have to get the security to take you outside of this restaurant."
The man looked up and down at Misty, examining her every curve. He smirked and his lady friend took notice. She averted his attention on Misty by grabbing his ass, and licking his ear. The man turned to the girl and told her to stop. He then looked back at Misty and barked back. "And who are you to order me around?"
"I am the manager of this place. If you haven't noticed that yet, I'm telling you now. Leave," Misty looked at the hostess's name tag. It read Katrina. "Young Mistress Katrina alone before I kick you out for your rudeness. You should know that in order to get a table, ON the weekends, during the EVENING TIME hours, you must make a reservation a week in advanced."
"Well, this place is worthless. The food here tastes like shit, the wine here is disgusting, and the service here is horrible! Even a strip bar in the slums of the city has better quality than this old disgusting pig sty!" The man looked at his female friend, and she nodded her head in agreement.
Misty had had enough of this pig and his slut. "That is it! GET OUT NOW! You DIRTY NO CLASS PIGS! Why did you even come here in the first place if you say that this restaurant is shit?! Go to one of those Strip Joints if you think they are so great! And I bet your female slut friend here will give you a lap dance for free!" People in the back of the lines began to whisper. Misty realized what she did was really REALLY bad for the restaurant's business. She carried it a little bit too far. "Leave NOW! Or else I'll sue you for harassment of Katrina here!"
"We are NEVER coming back here again!" And with saying that, the couple left Le Rose.
Misty turned towards Katrina, whose eyes looked like she had just scene a murder, and she told her, "I'm so sorry for doing that. I didn't mean it to go that far. I'm sorry; I'll speak to the real manager and apologize." Misty turned away.
Katrina came out of her spell of shock and called Misty back. Misty listened as Katrina exploded with thank yous. "I'm so grateful you did that. I'm sorry, I am such a pushover. I'll explain that it was my fault that the couple left...." Misty interrupted her.
"It wasn't and isn't your fault. That man and his bitch are pigs. They don't even deserve to eat here. Don't worry, I promise you won't lose your job because of me." Misty reassured Katrina that she'd be fine and it wouldn't be her fault that the couple left.
Katrina looked at Misty carefully and remembered who she was. 'No wonder she looked so familiar!' (She thought.) She yelled to Misty, "Are you really Misty Williams?! No wonder you looked so familiar when you came up to save me! You really are her! The one that the Us Weekly said was dating someone secretly! And here you are! At Le Rose! Dining out with your mysterious lov....! Misty ran up and covered her mouth using her hand. She lowered it; Katrina looked at Misty as she shook her head back and forth; her eyes wide and filled with surprise and irritation.
Katrina winked, "Oh, got it.........but then who are you here with tonight then? Um I mean, 'not' here with?"
"I'm not on a date O.K.? I'm just meeting a friend here for dinner that's all." She replied. She hated when people wrote things in the paper about her that were completely wrong. 'I wonder how that got into there anyway.....stupid paparazzi."
"Oh, ok....well Ms. Misty, do you have a reservation for tonight? Oh wait! Of course you do ....you called earlier didn't you! Let's see here...." Katrina looked down at the sheet. "Ermmm.....do you mind reminding me what you reserved it under? The receptionist we have doesn't tell us everything."
"It is should be under Middy and Ashy-Washy." Misty watched as Katrina looked through the papers and found the reservation.
"Here we are! Table three! Right this way Ms. Misty." Katrina led her to table three and placed two menus on the table.
"Actually, can you bring another small plate and cup? My friend has a ...well.....thing with having to have two small things and two big things for dinner. Don't ask why though because I wouldn't be able to explain it." Misty lied again. The plate was really for Pikachu.
"Sure, I'll get the waitress to bring them out. Would you like something to drink by any chance? Water with lemon, a Diet beverage, or perhaps some red wine? Oh wait, I forgot, you can't drink anyway. My bad....whoops I'm mean my mistake!" Katrina awkwardly smiled at Misty. Misty could tell she was filled with nerves.
"I think I'll get a Passion Mango Iced Tea, sweetened perhaps. Is that available? I heard it was new, so I want to try it."
"Oh Yes! We have that! It is one of our specialties! I'll get the waitress to bring that out too!" Katrina left, but for some odd reason came back and said, "Oh I almost forgot to say thank you again! I'm really am sorry you had to get involved, but I'm happy you did. You are such a nice girl Misty. No wonder everyone loves you. Have a good evening!"
"Thank you for that nice compliment. I'm sorry if I did cause any damage to the place. I'll be sure to come back on Monday and say that I'm sorry to the manger. Good luck the rest of the evening." Misty smiled back at Katrina who happily walked back to her place as hostess. 'Well, at least I made someone happy..........but what she said about everyone loving me......I don't care if everyone one does.......all I need to know now is if he ....loves me ......' Misty sighed as a waitress came out with the small plate and cup and tea. She placed it next to Misty and walked away.
Misty looked down at her cell phone again. 7:40. She read it again. '7:40.... and still no sign of Ash or Pikachu. Something must have happened. The hotel is only like three minutes away and the trip back would be like five minutes because of traffic. I left Pierre at around ...let's say...7:10 or 7:15, the drive from that spot to the hotel is like ....hmm..............10 minutes max...so it is 7:20-25....and the drive from the hotel to here is about .....another 10 minutes....so it would be 7:30-35. They should be here by now........unless......unless..........something happened to them.....something......NO MISTY! Stop doing this to yourself! Nothing happened to Ash or Pikachu.' Misty mentally slapped herself. She was thinking the worst again. 'Stupid Mirror! Why did you have to break now! Of all nights, why tonight?'
Misty looked at the cell phone again. 7:42. 'Where is he!? He better be showing up tonight.......or else........or else....I'll...I'll.....OH! I don't' know what I would do with him! He'll be seeing My Mallet of Doom the next time I see him! And he'll never get his ......er... other gift! Which reminds me. What is the other half of Brock's gift to Ash? Brock didn't tell me. Hmm...I guess we'll have to find out later.'
Misty looked down again at her cell, 7:44. 'Where in the BLOODY HELL is HE?! Better yet! Where they hell did Pierre go! I bet he got lost or something..........'
Misty's head began to throb. 'What is ...argh......is going on.....my head ...it feels like........someone is .....arghhh.....is hitting it....with a thousand base ball bats..........owww.....' Misty held her temples. A fiery sensation mad her head throb faster and faster. She felt as though she was feeling somebody's pain.
"Aww.....it hurts so much...." She quietly spoke to herself. Rubbing her temples even more. Abruptly her right side cramped. "Oooouch........what is going on?!" All the pain left her head and went to her side. She held it tight and bent over a little bit. She scooted herself over in the seat to avoid being seen.
Misty closed her eyes. Sweat dropped from her forehead as the pain increased, causing her to scream inside. 'Please, stop! Stop the pain!' Images came to her head. Some of them she was familiar with, like when her sisters and her, they were practicing swimming at age 10 while she was only a young child; when Misty first got her bike and left on her journey; and when the gang went out for a day at the beach last year. They were some of her happy memories.
But yet some were unfamiliar to her. They looked like memories of another person. There was this boy, who looked around for food in a garbage can and then thrown in by another kid. Another one of the same boy, a little bit older though, being stopped by a cop for questioning and then he was hit by him. And the last memory hit Misty the hardest. The boy, grown-up, she couldn't make out the face though, he was...being stabbed in the side with an odd looking knife. The other person......was completely fuzzy, but something caught Misty's attention. There was this .....this....necklace....it looked like a crystal at first....but it turned into concrete. The person tried to stab him again. All the memories were horrifying. Misty couldn't take it anymore.
'PLEASE! STOP! DON'T HURT HIM ANYMORE! PLEASE HAVE MERCY!' The image disappeared and suddenly the pain and memories stopped. Misty opened her eyes to find herself lying down on the seat. ( A/n the table is round and around it is one of those long cushions. C ( that is what the seat looks like (like the C)). She looked around to find the other people eating and talking. Misty sat up and looked at her cell phone for the time. 7:48.
Misty breathed in slowly. She noticed that she was still a little being sweaty by what just happened. 'Did that really happen? No one looks like they saw me in pain. Maybe it was just my nerves. That is it. I'm just really nervous that they aren't here yet. But then again...why am I so sweaty. I don't usually sweat unless it is hot. And this restaurant is pretty cold. Plus, it felt so real.' Misty felt her side. 'I don't think I should bring this up in dinner. And sniff sniff I need to go put more perfume and makeup on myself.'
Misty got up and left for the bathroom. She looked at herself in the mirror, got a paper towel, and dabbed her face with cold water. She quickly applied the makeup and perfume again and looked at herself. 'Wow, Si really did a number on my hair. I got to give him those candles he's wanted for a thank you gift.'
Misty walked out of the bathroom and walked towards the table. She looked towards the front and saw a yellow tail sticking out. 'So they are finally here. Good.'
She quietly sneaked around to see Ash waiting in line for Katrina to direct to the table. She looked at Ash and smiled. Misty's heart forgot all that happened. Ash has that power to make her forget all her worries. She always melted when she sees Ash.
Seeing as the line was pretty long, Misty whispered, "Pikachu."
"Pika?!" Pikachu's ears perked up and he jumped off Ash's shoulders and ran to Misty. He then jumped into Misty's arms and licked her.
"Pikachu! Where did you go! Come back here!" Ash ran towards Pikachu.
"EXCUSE ME SIR! No Pokemon allowed! And you have to wait to be seated............... " Katrina saw Ash run over to table three. Then everything clicked. The small plate and cup was for the Pikachu. Katrina smiled to herself. 'So that is Misty's 'friend.' He is pretty cute...to bad he is younger than me ...whoops! I better get back to work!'
OK! So Ash and Misty both have had an exciting pre-date evening. Next chapter........Meet and Greet. –DINNER! Finally! All this building up for one date! Wow........interesting I think this is going to be one long.....story
Can anyone guess who Misty was connected to when she was in pain?
i bet ya'll could tell me......until then, Bye!
And READ AND REVIEW PLEASE!!!
MoonTearGirl (I'd also like to thank all of those people who review it. I'm really grateful for ya'll! Much HUGZ!)
