Chapter 2- Now What?

Sitting in my room, staring mindlessly out the window, I couldn't help but wonder what I could do.

I had to talk to Violet, Lilly, or Daisy. They were the losers who got me into this.

"Lilly! Violet! Daisy!" I shrieked during intermission.

All three of them snickered.

"So you know?" Violet asked testily. She glanced sidelong at Daisy.

"Yeah. I know. Why are you trying to marry me off! And to Ash of all people!" I made a face. Lilly snorted.

"It wasn't our decision. It was some lady. Trinity. Trinity Ketchum." Daisy said.

"Ash's mom! C'mon you guys don't make me!" I whined.

"I told you, it wasn't our decision! Its what the Ketchums' want!" Lilly barked.

"60 seconds 'till intermission ends." A man yelled. My sisters snapped to attention.

"Misty, if you've still got problems with this, go to the source." Violet advised.

"Lets go, Violet!" Lilly yelled.

"Hang on! Misty, go to the Ketchums." Violet strode to the stage, just in time for the curtain time.

I sighed. The Ketchums lived in Pallet Town, five miles from Cerulean. If I left now, I could get there in two hours.

At least I had my bike. It was blue, and a replacement from the red one he had fried six years ago. Mr. Pokēmon Master had finally decided to keep his promise.

It was three o'clock when I locked my bike in the rack outside the mansion. I had the scroll in my pocket and the ring on my forefinger, which Daisy had suggested.

A secretary sat at the front desk. "Hello. Can I help you?" She drawled monotonously.

"Yeah. I need to see Ash and his mother." The lady snorted.

"Sorry, Girlie, but that isn't going to happen. You need to make an appointment to see Ash or Trinity."

My eye was twitching. "Look, lady, I just spent the last two hours riding my stupid bike, that Ash gave me after frying mine, here. Let me see Trinity!" I banged my fist on the counter, startling the lady. She was eyeing my hand. My forefinger to be exact. I groaned. I had only meant to use the ring and scroll as a last resort.

"Follow me." She said quietly. She walked me up to a room with a speaker in front of it. "Trinity, I have someone you know here to see you."

"Well, send her in." Trinity's voice crackled over the speaker. She sounded as gentle as ever. How could I break the news to her?

Mrs. Ketchum was surprised to see me.

"Hello." I said quickly, sitting down.

"Hello yourself, Misty." Mrs. Ketchum said cheerily. "What's wrong? You look upset."

I flinched. She had this uncanny ability to know how others felt. "Yes, well." She looked at me fondly. At my hand rather.

"Ah, I see. That's what's troubling you." She had grown quiet.

A sharp rapping interrupted her.

"Yes?" She spoke to the mini speaker in her hand.

"Can I come in?"

"Sure."

The door opened. A boy, maybe a year younger, walked in, his black hair sparkling. His auburn eyes were kind and gentle.

"W-who are you?"

The boy laughed. "Ms Fried Bike, how can I help you?" Either Ash had told everyone the bike BBQ catastrophe, or this was Ash. I shook my head. This guy? Ash? I shouldn't even humor myself this way. But I found myself slipping the ring off my finger.

"I'd like you to meet Misty." It was obvious that Mrs. Ketchum had no intention of introducing us.

"Jeez, I already know Misty." He was staring at me again.

"Hi." I said lamely. I didn't have the greatest figure. I wished this guy would stop staring at me.

"Hi." The boy smiled gently. I swallowed.

"How are you?" I offered.

I saw Mrs. Ketchum chortling in the corner. "I'm good. And you?"

"Good." I said nervously, dusting off my clothes.

"So Misty," Mrs. Ketchum interrupted our lame-o conversation, "I assume the butler arrived?"

"Yes. My sisters left the ring and scroll on the table for me." It wasn't totally a lie.

"Let me see the ring Misty." The boy said, interested. I pulled it out, letting the light make it gleam. "Put it on. On your ring finger." He urged.

I slipped it on, seeing no other alternative.

"Wow. That's a pretty one." He commented, looking at me. I blushed, unsure of what he was referring to. Mrs. Ketchum nodded absentmindedly.

"Thanks." I mumbled.

"I've got work to do. See ya later, Misty, Mom." The boy turned and left.

Mrs. Ketchum ushered me out, saying that she had to work with her son.

I was still in awe. That cute guy was Ash Ketchum, the one and only. My husband-to-be. And I had felt nervous around him, not knowing it was him.

The two-hour ride home didn't seem so bad. I had a lot to think about.

A/N: I hope you like this chapter. Please, R&R. I'll try to update more:) KLS