Happy new year to everyone! Wow, thank you to everyone who has given me their review. It's the most I've had. I'm glad you, guys, are enjoying it. Let's see if Chapter 3 is just as good.
The night was drawing near and Pikachu and Togepi had fallen asleep. Misty laid the pokemon in a bed that was meant to be Brock's. The yellow mouse had snuggled towards Togepi, who curled up into its egg.
"Sweet dreams," whispered Misty, kissing them, treating them as if they were babies.
"Do you want to come outside with me?" asked Ash, putting on his black jacket and slipping a small black box into his pocket.
"I would love to," replied Misty, grabbing her red warm long coat.
The couple strolled along the wooden boat deck and soon stopped by the near bottom of the ship and leaned over the rails, close together for warmth.
"Mist, I want to tell you something," stuttered Ash, reaching for the box inside his pocket.
"Go on," said Misty, looking at his angel face.
His chocolate eyes shone in the moonlight and his jet black was roughly under his training hat.
"I…umm…well-"
"Are you Ash Ketchum?" interrupted a small boy. The small boy had spiky blonde hair poking out of a brown flat cap. He wore navy tracksuit bottoms with a black fleece. His eyes sparkled with happiness of meeting his idol.
"Yeah," replied Ash.
"Jacob, what have I told you about running off like that," shouted a small plum looking woman; who Ash assumed to be his mother.
"But mum, this is the Ash Ketchum from Pallet town, who was so close to winning the Johto league ," whined Jacob.
"I'm so sorry for my son to interrupt you, Mr Ketchum, my son is such a big fan of yours," explained Jacob's mother. Ash rubbed the back of his head in embarrassment.
"So can I have your autograph Ash, pretty please?" asked Jacob, desperately.
"Sure, but I haven't got a pen or paper on me," replied Ash.
"I have a pen," smiled Jacob, but his smile begun to fade as he realised he had no paper.
"Here," beamed Misty, pulling a small piece of paper from her coat pocket.
Ash wrote 'To Jacob, Thank you for being my biggest fan, Best wishes Ash Ketchum' and knelt down to Jacob's level. "When you're a bit older, I'll challenge you to a pokemon battle, deal?" Ash suggested, giving the piece of paper to Jacob.
"Deal," agreed Jacob, clutching the paper tightly to his chest.
Jacob's mother smiled and later left with her son in her firm grip.
"Awww…Ash has a fan," joked Misty. "Anyway as you were saying."
Ash looked up to Misty, admiring her beauty and once again gripping his sweaty hand over the hidden box. Her fair face with her aqua eyes staring into his own. Ash was just going to speak until a distraught woman burst through them.
The young woman ran right to the end of the ship, crying as she clutched on to the rails. Ash and Misty agreed to race after her to see what the problem was.
"Stay back," the woman cried loudly to Ash and Misty.
The woman quickly hung on to the rails and climbed over them, trying not to get caught up in her long red dress. She hung on to dear life as she looked to the deep black sea beneath her.
"She's going to kill herself," gasped Misty, running up to her.
"Don't come near me, I'll let go," she screamed.
Ash slowly walked forward so he was just beside her, leaning on the safety rails. "That water is cold," he said to her.
"Don't you think I know that," shouted the woman angrily at Ash.
"That's why there's no water pokemon in these waters because they would die from the below freezing temperatures, but you would know that, wouldn't you?" continued Ash.
"Please don't do it, why don't you come to our room and talk to us about your problems," suggested Misty, to the woman's other side.
"Well, what do you say?" asked Ash, smiling.
The woman looked at the waters again and saw the death would be quite painful as she saw the waves that the ship's propellers were making. Ash and Misty held out their hands and soon the woman came to her senses and climbed carefully back over.
Ash politely gave the crying woman his coat as Misty guided the woman to their cabin.
'Looks like I'll have to wait another day to tell Misty,' thought Ash, sadly, drawing the small black velvet box out of his trouser pocket. He soon brighten up his spirits as he and Misty had just saved a woman's life.
The weeping woman sat down on the settee, wiping her eyes and nose continuously. Her brunette hair was in messy bun and had a dozen hair clips poking out of various different places. The red dress shaped her slim figure and her long white gloves were roughly torn from her anger.
"What's you name?" asked Misty, sitting down next to her.
"Francesca, but I like to be called Frankie," sobbed the woman.
"I'm Misty Waterflower and that's Ash Ketchum," smiled Misty.
Ash waved and handed their guest a tissue, "I'm guessing you come from 1st Class," suggested Ash.
Frankie nodded and thanked Ash for the tissue.
"You see, being in 1st Class is nothing special, it's horrible, and money has gone to everyone's head up there. I feel like screaming at the top of my lungs, but no one is hearing me. There is no emotion or love running through their faces, just a big fat purse or wallet in their pocket," cried Frankie.
"I bet the food nice," dribbled Ash.
"Ash!" shouted Misty crossly, elbowing him in the ribs. "It must be hard, Frankie," she said, sadly.
"But I met this charming boy, and he is so handsome and friendly, but you see he is a 1st Class too and I can't tell him how I feel being thrown into money all the time, which I hate," explained Frankie. "I'm guessing you two are a couple so I bet you can tell each other's problems and feelings."
Misty and Ash blushed and quickly said, "No, we're not a couple."
"You're not, but I thought you were an item," gasped Frankie, "I'm so sorry."
"It's alright," muttered Misty.
"You know Frankie, it doesn't matter what class we're in, it's just a harsh name we're given, but you just be yourself and be happy, but next time could you not throw yourself off a ship again," explained Ash.
"I will try not to, Mr Ketchum," smiled Frankie.
"Please just call me, Ash," corrected Ash.
Hours passed by and Misty and Ash talked to Frankie to find out more about their newly found friend. Her mother died from a car accident and her father was filthy rich owning a chocolate factory, which was too busy to think about his daughter. So to get his daughter off of his back, he thought he would send her on the SS. Anne to start a new life.
When Frankie had let all her tears out, she invited Misty to come to her cabin to dress for the 'All Class Ball'. Misty agreed and saw her friend off until tomorrow morning.