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He stared at her as if she was a bird in an aviary. He watched her gaze up at the night sky as the breeze danced diligently across her face. She graced the stars with her presence. She was the sun, she was the moon. She was the faintest smell of a morning glory in broad daylight, the flittering wings of a monarch butterfly. She was…absolutely perfect. Ash watched from the safety of his bed,a weak smilespread acrosshis face. Ash didn't realize who he was staring at, or why. He didn't even think of liking elegant graceful Misty, at least this much before. But now he thought she was the most beautiful girl in the world. Her fiery attitude that dwelled in her eyes just enchanted him. Every time she was near him she casted her spell on him, her charm and all he could do was stare, un-able to break the trance. Once more she had done it, as he watched without a blink through the darkness that cloaked the closed pokemon center.
Your staring at her again, came a gentle recognizable voice. Ash held his breath hoping it wasn't Brock. As he whirled around a sigh of relief swept over him.
"Oh, hi pikachu," he whispered ever so silently. Pikachu just shook his head pathetically.
Why do you do that? pikachu asked ignoring his welcome.
"Do what?"
I've been observing you for a while Ash, every day you ogle at her, Misty I mean. Basically to me this is a Fill-in-the-blank mystery, pikachu stated. It finally occurred to Ash, pikachu was actually making sense, and he just filled in the rest of the blanks. You're in love with her Ash thought to himself He remembered that just the thought of her made him quiver with joy. Ash loved her, but if he really did why then why did he fight with her? Because, she starts it. She points out every mistake, every flaw that is me, and yet I love her, I care for her. She haunts my dreams and fills my mind every waking moment.
You love Misty, don't you? pikachu questioned the twinkle in his eye just begging to know...
"No..., not really," Ash lied through gritted teeth. Pikachu disagreed greatly.
Its written all over your face Ash, you do lover her just deal with It. that got Ash quiet; he didn't make a sound nor did he make any movements, for a period of time he was thinking it over, and over and over. He knew it was true but remained lost in his thoughts searching, for something different. Pikachu rudely interrupted his moment.
You should tell her, that you love her. She deserves to know. pikachu explained. Ash's eyes boogled at that. Tell Misty! Has pikachu lost it? Is he really that stupid? Ash's mind was racing at an abnormal speed while he asked himself those questions.
"Your nuts pikachu, you really are. She just laugh right in my face, destroying the part of me that still loves her, that isn't totally mad at her for the evil deeds she has committed upon me." blurted Ash waving his hands around in the air like a monkey. Pikachu seemed hurt.
Oh…, okay, well it's just something to ponder about…. pikachu mumbled fading into dreamland. Ash gave him a loving pat on the head and then turned his attention to the pretty girl who stood as if the stars where her friends, the moon her life, and the water her companion.
The cool wind seemed refreshing to Misty. She didn't mind it all, so she stood there in her Pjs without a jacket like she was carefree. She spread her arms as if they were wings but discovered they were not. Her mind wasn't on flying exactly, it was on Ash. The one person who made her feel free like she could fly, the one who cared and yet she treated him like dirt. Misty kicked a rock making it skip 3 steps ahead of her. How she wished he would take her in his arms and embrace her. She longed for him, but nobody knew that, not even togepi. She only put up the 'I hate you' act so nobody would get suspicious. Unfortunately it was making her miserable. Every day they fought over the dumbest thing, which one gets the last bit of soup, who hit who. And worst of all of those fights were her fault. It was like she was reliving her childhood back at home with he sisters. She often thought about telling him but was pushed onward with her conscious screaming in her head. You know what he'll say Misty? He'll laugh right in your face, make you feel terrible. He'll say: "Misty I absolutely hate you, and yet you love me? That's even more pathetic then Brock chasing after every girl he sees. You're a wimp Misty a real Wimp. A single teardrop feel from her frozen cheeks onto her fingers.
"Yeah, that's Ash alright." Misty murmured to herself kicking the stone once more. She looked towards the sky and cupped her hands swinging them repeatedly. How I wish I could just scream my feelings as if I didn't have a care in the world. She thought about Ash again and chuckled silently. Just the picture in her mind made her laugh with joy. A tall tan kid with his red and white hat facing backwards, a faithful pikachu on his left shoulder.
"From the day I pulled him from that pond and gazed into his chestnut eyes I knew, he was my soul mate." Misty told her conscious absentmindedly. "And i won't stop loving him now."