Part 2

Ash did not look very happy, and I felt sorry for him. Tracey walked away and up to his room. I stood there in the doorway, looking at Ash, who had an angst-looking face. After three seconds he yelled out, "What are you looking at?"

"Um…nothing…" I replied back and went quickly as I could to my room.

As I passed by Misty's room, I stood by her door and heard her crying. I decided that I should make her feel better and knocked on her door.

"Go away Ash!" She said very loudly. I didn't say anything and opened the slowly opened the door. Misty slowly stood up, but didn't turn around.

"Ash…I told you to go away…see how stubborn you are…I don't want to talk to you or see you right now so leave right now!" she screamed.

"Misty," I said calmly. She turned around suddenly.

" Gary?"

"Yes. It's me. I came here to say sorry." I said.

"Sorry for what? You haven't done anything, you blockhead," she said with a slightly sobbing voice, and wiped away her tears.

"For what happened with Ash," I said.

"Oh, thank you. You know, Gary, I think I'm going to leave Ash," she said.

My mind was happy, but my heart wasn't. I knew she wasn't very happy and she was teary-eyed. I thought for a minute, while looking hard at the floor, and then looked up.

"Why?" I asked.

"Because he doesn't care for me. He just wants a good reputation that he is with a gym leader, like me. I'm going to pack up my things and have my sister pick me up tomorrow very early in the morning, before he wakes up. You mustn't tell him," she said in a very quiet voice.

My heart crashed to the floor since she would no longer be in my presence. I had to tell her sooner or later. I wanted to tell her I didn't think it would be very smart of her to run off without saying anything.

"I won't, I promise. I must go," I said and left the room quickly.

Finally it was night time. I took the frame off the wall again and looked at what she was doing. She was packing her stuff and crying at the same time. I went to my bag and took a glimpse of that picture of Misty I had. I didn't really know what to do. I lied on my bed thinking if I should tell her or keep it to myself and explode. I waited until everyone was asleep. It was about midnight, and then I sneaked carefully downstairs when someone's door opened.

"Hey Gary! Where are you going?" Tracey whispered very loudly and obnoxiously.

"Tracey! Shut up, and go back to sleep I'm just calling my sister!" I whispered back.

"But I want to see what happens!" Tracey said.

I rolled my eyes. I looked at his as if he were making it up or probably because he was bored. "Okay, you can come with me to my sister's house," I said silently from the stairs.

"Let me get my sleep clothes off and get some fresh ones," he replied, and ran into his doorframe in the dark.

"Oww!" he uttered loudly.

"What's going on there?" Ash said miffly from his room, half-asleep.

"Shut up! See this is why I don't want you to go. Why do you want to go, anyway?"

"So I can help you solve your damn problem. You're acting very strangely these days."

"What do you care?"

"So, you can stop bothering me. And plus I'm a nice person. Unlike you."

I eyed him like he made that up, but replied in return, "Well you better hurry up because I'm ready to go."

"Well I'm going as fast as I can," he said, jumping around, trying to put some cargo shorts on.

I rolled my eyes and walked quietly down the stairs and went to the phone. I called my sister, who surprisingly, was still awake.

"Who the heck would call at this hour— oh, it's you Gary," his sister answered in a disgruntled, tired voice.

"Yeah, it's me; can I come to your house? I need to talk to you."

"All right, then."

I quickly sighed and put the phone down. I opened the door as quietly as possible and waited outside. Tracey stupidly slammed the door behind him. I hit him on the head for his stupidity for being noisy and let out Arcanine and got on his back. I was about to leave as I saw Tracey, just standing there like an idiot.

"Don't you have your own to ride on?" I said, coldly.

"No. I don't."

I rolled my eyes again. "Fine you can ride with me."

Tracey rode behind me and we got there very quickly.

"Stop touching me, you sick-o. It's not my fault you didn't bring a pokèmon."

"Well, I left it at home. And I might fall down."

"What kind of trainer is that stupid to leave his pokèmon at home?"

"I'm not a trainer, stupid, so shut up, and talk to your sister," he said inferiorly and kept quiet behind me.

His presence was beginning to annoy me, but I endured it till I reached her house. I realized Tracey was just trying to be a good friend, but I wasn't in a mood to be nice. And I'm hardly ever nice. I knocked on the door and Daisy answered the door.

"Gary, who's this you brought along?"

"My friend, Tracey."

"Well I guess you can come in," Daisy said.

We went in and she seemed tired. She gave offered me some noodles to eat as Tracey minded his own business in the living room. I told Daisy my whole entire situation and she nodded calmly, and put her cup of tea down on the table as I finished my explanation.

"Well, Gary. I think you should tell her."

"Why?"

"Well there are many reasons. You're becoming irritable. And you're not eating. You're also losing the sleep you need. And if you keep it in, you'll become sad at the fact that she liked Ash and not you. Also, if she doesn't know, they may become married happily, and have children. After that point, there's nothing you can do. So even if she does stay with Ash, at least she knows, and she can make decisions in her head of what's best for her."

I thought about what she said and left with Tracey. I was silent the whole time we went back and thought that I should tell her even if Ash would kick me or if Misty would reject me or think of me as an idiot. Tracey and I were home at about one o'clock. I walked quietly as a mouse to my room and lied there on my bed, thinking what would happen if I choose a certain decision. If I chose to tell her, Misty would probably reject me, tell Ash, and then he would get angry and be pissed at me for many days at a time. If I chose not to tell her, then I would be lonely without her. I thought of how petty and retarded that thought was, and went to sleep. But then, I was awakened at four-thirty by Ash's displeasing snoring.