Misty lay on her bed, twisting and turning. She couldn't sleep. Her life
was a mess and she hated the feeling of helplessness. Just the thought of a
guy being able to control her made her sick. She was near the point of
screaming as she lay in bed, trying to block out Brock's sleep talk of
girls over Keya's snoring. She bolted upright in bed and tried to level her
breathing to a reasonable pace. Staying calm was not easy and she had a
very strong urge to get up, slap Keya across the face and tell her to get
lost. She bit her lip in order not to let her rage out and wake the country
with her screaming. Twice in one night wouldn't help, not to mention she'd
lose her voice.
'Can't sleep too, eh?' asked Ash, brushing his hair with his hand, making it messier. Misty giggled and turned pink when she realised she had just giggled like a teenager in love. She slapped herself mentally, 'What am I thinking? I am a teenager!' she thought, 'Thank god there's no light!' She turned to face Ash. Seeing his hair messed up and concern in his eyes, he looked so cute she couldn't help but grin stupidly. The moonlight flowing through the window gave enough light for Ash to see her face. When she finally realised this, the pink in her cheeks turned to crimson.
'Umm, yeah. I'm just a bit. . .' she heard her voice falter but Ash urged her on. 'A bit what?' he asked. Suddenly as if she had lost control of her mind, everything came out. 'What's wrong with me? I've been travelling with you for ages! Is that why you don't think I might like you? I mean, have you ever thought of me as a girl? Or is it Keya? That bitch is always flirting with you! Fuck that slut! I bet you she goes from guy to guy! And giving me death stares, I mean, what did I ever do to her? And screw you, Ash, why do you always put her before me, huh? She wasn't with you for all these years! She ever helped you when you were sick! She never helped you care for your pokemon or. . . or. . . ' Misty's voice faltered again but only because tears were running down her cheek and her sobs were choking her.
Ash listened carefully. He got up and walked to Misty's bed. He tried to comfort her but she held back. He sighed, 'Mist, come on, you should know me better than that! I only worry about Keya because she seems to have no idea how to survive! And I do know you're a girl! I only stay away sometimes because. . . ' Ash hesitated. Misty, now curious withdrew from hiding, 'Because. . . ' she repeated. Ash reached out and wiped the tears from her eyes. Misty looked into his eyes. The truth was all there; the hope, the fear, the love, the passion, the yearning. What had been hidden for years had finally come out of hiding. 'Because. . . because I'm afraid that when you leave, I won't let you.' Ash said, blushing. 'Oh, Ash.' Misty said in a sigh, a smile creeping into her face.
They sat, transfixed in each other's eyes for what seemed like forever. Ash leaned forward and kissed Misty quickly before backing away and returning to bed. 'Good night, Misty, see you in the morning.' Ash said, his voice light and a whisper barely audible. 'Good night,' Misty whispered back, turning around and savoring the kiss that lingered on her lips. She tingled all over and was at the point of bursting into silly giggles but maintained self control. . . for now. Now she really did feel like a boy crazy teenager in the 'oh my god I am never going to wash my face ever again' sort of way.
No one noticed a set of snores had been dispatched since just before the kiss. Keya's lip curled. 'I'll get her. . . I swear I will. . . Ash will be mine!' she muttered in a deathly silent whisper as she heard Misty let out the smallest of giggles. As if on cue, Brock muttered, 'About time they got together!' in his sleep, yet never waking.
'Can't sleep too, eh?' asked Ash, brushing his hair with his hand, making it messier. Misty giggled and turned pink when she realised she had just giggled like a teenager in love. She slapped herself mentally, 'What am I thinking? I am a teenager!' she thought, 'Thank god there's no light!' She turned to face Ash. Seeing his hair messed up and concern in his eyes, he looked so cute she couldn't help but grin stupidly. The moonlight flowing through the window gave enough light for Ash to see her face. When she finally realised this, the pink in her cheeks turned to crimson.
'Umm, yeah. I'm just a bit. . .' she heard her voice falter but Ash urged her on. 'A bit what?' he asked. Suddenly as if she had lost control of her mind, everything came out. 'What's wrong with me? I've been travelling with you for ages! Is that why you don't think I might like you? I mean, have you ever thought of me as a girl? Or is it Keya? That bitch is always flirting with you! Fuck that slut! I bet you she goes from guy to guy! And giving me death stares, I mean, what did I ever do to her? And screw you, Ash, why do you always put her before me, huh? She wasn't with you for all these years! She ever helped you when you were sick! She never helped you care for your pokemon or. . . or. . . ' Misty's voice faltered again but only because tears were running down her cheek and her sobs were choking her.
Ash listened carefully. He got up and walked to Misty's bed. He tried to comfort her but she held back. He sighed, 'Mist, come on, you should know me better than that! I only worry about Keya because she seems to have no idea how to survive! And I do know you're a girl! I only stay away sometimes because. . . ' Ash hesitated. Misty, now curious withdrew from hiding, 'Because. . . ' she repeated. Ash reached out and wiped the tears from her eyes. Misty looked into his eyes. The truth was all there; the hope, the fear, the love, the passion, the yearning. What had been hidden for years had finally come out of hiding. 'Because. . . because I'm afraid that when you leave, I won't let you.' Ash said, blushing. 'Oh, Ash.' Misty said in a sigh, a smile creeping into her face.
They sat, transfixed in each other's eyes for what seemed like forever. Ash leaned forward and kissed Misty quickly before backing away and returning to bed. 'Good night, Misty, see you in the morning.' Ash said, his voice light and a whisper barely audible. 'Good night,' Misty whispered back, turning around and savoring the kiss that lingered on her lips. She tingled all over and was at the point of bursting into silly giggles but maintained self control. . . for now. Now she really did feel like a boy crazy teenager in the 'oh my god I am never going to wash my face ever again' sort of way.
No one noticed a set of snores had been dispatched since just before the kiss. Keya's lip curled. 'I'll get her. . . I swear I will. . . Ash will be mine!' she muttered in a deathly silent whisper as she heard Misty let out the smallest of giggles. As if on cue, Brock muttered, 'About time they got together!' in his sleep, yet never waking.