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Day Two: Part One
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Gary hugged his pillow a bit, mumbling about his car quietly. The guest room bed was surprisingly comfortable and soft. The blinds were pulled shut over the windows, for the sun would rise to its full extent in just a few more minutes. Until then, he would be in his 'Misty-free-zone'. But he had to admit, she wasn't all that bad. She let him stay in her house...after a hundred dollars and a sports car, but aside from that, he actually found her very attractive. She had grown her hair out; it wasn't short and tangled with only one pony tail as the spotlight of her head. She wasn't always wearing tattered overall shorts and a lemon yellow top. Now she just looked...more feminine and pretty, and Gary was just fine with that. But he wouldn't dare try to look at her twice again. Maybe her anger-manegment classes weren't as effective as she said. Something inside of him still said she was a nut case.
His Eevee curled up into a ball on the edge of his bed, snuggling with the ball of lint it had found yesterday. Its tan fur puffed up and down as the creature breathed steadily. Gary's large, tan hand reached over to the creature, fingering its soft fur. It purred contently. Maybe he could get through this nightmare after all. Misty wasn't blowing some kind of horn or anything. She was letting him sleep and try to live peacefully. Well, it wasn't that peaceful...due to the thought of what the rest of the day would bring. Yesterday had been a absolute disaster! Misty had threatened him over her candy bars, thrown numerous temper tantrums, locked herself in her room, complained about all the cologne he had plastered on himself...and that was just in the first five minutes.
Oh, yeah...smooth sailing.
Gary ran his hand through his hair thoughtfully, finally starting to gain some sense about his surroundings. He opened his icy blue eyes, welcoming the view of the small room he was lucky enough to had snagged. The walls were a quiet, soft pastel blue color, the bedspread was fuzzy and decorated with Squritle and Starmie prints, the shag carpet was yet another shade of blue, and lastly, the sun was finally lighting up the room through the rustling blinds. Gary picked at the zipper on the pillow case with irritation of the bright light that was practically blinding him.
He glanced over at the alarm clock that was placed on top of the night stand beside his bed, wondering how late he had slept in this time. He shrugged lazily at the clock, snuggling his head back into the cushy pillow once more. Apparently 7:30 wasn't late enough. Eevee pawed at the sheets, probably curious as to how many times it could scratch the fabric until it ripped.
Faint footsteps were sounded in the hallways. Gary paid no mind to them at all, just coming to the conclusion that Misty was probably trying to have some tranquillity before her house guest awoke. Certainly nothing would be tranquil between two ego maniacs. Nothing can possibly be sane when you are forced to stay with your worst nightmare. Gary had always guessed that Ash Ketchum was from hell, but...in Gary's mind, Misty was Hades herself. He shuddered under the covers.
'Aren't I lucky...'
Gary paused his thought for a moment, considering his choice of wording.
'...not.'
Well, perhaps he was lucky, or perhaps he was unfortunate. But either way, he was blissful at the moment, and he wished to keep it that way. But...Misty had other plans.
A whistling sound went off it the kitchen suddenly, sending Gary's head off his pillow hastily. Eevee's ears perked up at the noise; the creature barking back in response to the rude awakening. Gary raised a brow skeptically, shifting his weight to the floor. He shook his head like a wet dog, attempting to fix his hair somehow. He turned on a small lamp in the corner of the room, yawning and cracking his neck. He made his way to the door and turned the knob, revealing a slender hallway leading to the kitchen and living room. He frowned with disappointment, wishing that staying with Misty had all just been a nightmare and that he had finally woken up from it. But he wasn't that fortunate. His bare feet tapped against the hard, cold maple floor, sending shivers up and down his spine as Misty came into view. She was sitting in a stool by her counter solemnly, sipping at a cup of tea while scanning a magazine of some sort. The only light in the room was the sun shining through the open windows; no lamps or floresant lights. Only the sun bouncing off of her gracefully. Gary twitched the corner of his mouth upward hesitantly as Misty bounced her hair. Somehow, he found it attracting and aluring, but...this was Misty Waterflower he was looking at! How could he possibly have feelings for her? Well, maybe fatal attraction, but surely it was nothing serious...right?
Misty put down her cup, never even bothering to glance up at him. She simply sat still in her seat, not having the slightest temptation to take her eyes off of that magazine.
"You can sit down. I'm not going to kill you or anything."
Gary froze in his place. "How did you know I was even awake?"
Misty at last lifted her eyes off the page, looking at Gary with a plain and simple expression on her face. "Because, there was an over-bearing scent of cheap cologne." Gary blinked. "Now stop gaping and...do whatever you usually do in the morning."
He, a bit taken back at her attitude, crossed his arms dominantly, giving her a nasty look. "Excuse me?"
Misty shrugged, smirking to herself confidently. "Oh, nothing." She replied, practically singing. Gary walked up the the kitchen smoothly.
"Now, you said whatever I do in the morning I can do here, right?"
Misty grimaced, regretting her words immediately. "...um..."
Gary paced her slowly, moving in a circular motion. "Well, I usually kiss a girl in the morning..." Misty stuck out her tounge in disgust.
"You PIG! I'd never kiss YOU!"
Gary shook his head mockingly. "Oh, now who said you qualified as a girl?"
She shot out of her seat, almost knocking her tea cup off the counter. "What is your problem, Oak?"
"Nothing." He responded sweetly. "I just think that maybe you could qualify if you acted more lady-like."
"Oh, you mean like smothering you with affection?"
"Exact-- you're hopeless."
"Nah. You are."
"See! That's just it! You can never reply without being sarcastic! Well, neither can I...but it sounds better when I do it!"
Misty opened her mouth to protest, but soon formed her lips into a malicious little grin. "Oh, you're right, Gary. I am defiantly not feminine enough." She started sarcastically. "You're so out of my league, and of COURSE you'd never want to kiss a girl as obnoxious as me!" Gary furrowed his eyebrows.
"What are you trying to pull?" he snarled.
Misty battered her eyelashes continually, her voice sounding like a bad actress. "You don't trust me?"
"Not when you sound that fake...no, I don't."
"Too bad, because, I was really hoping for a chance."
"At what?"
Misty strolled toward the fridge, pressing her back to the door. "A kiss."
"A kiss?" Gary mimicked. She nodded carelessly, shrugging one shoulder.
"Yeah, think you can give me a chance?"
Gary twitched slightly. "What are you talking about?" Misty rolled her eyes, cupping her hand over her hip.
"And you call yourself a ladies man...hmmph." She snorted curtly. Gary's face turned beet red, his fingers curling up into little fists. Misty tapped her tounge against the top of her mouth, waving her index finger in his face. "Temper, temper, Gary. It was only a suggestion to...move along the day."
"Fine! If you'll get off my back-" He stopped, smiling devilishly. "-I'll do it."
Misty blinked repeatedly. "Huh?"
"I said I'll do it, but it means ABSOLUTELY nothing!"
She snickered under her breath quietly. "Okay. I just have one little preparation I have to make..."
"What's that, and why are you going to the fridge?" he persisted, Misty sweat-dropping.
"Because...I...keep...my...uh..."
Gary rolled his eyes. "Forget the excuse. You probably just want to stuff yourself like you always do." Misty cursed inwardly, but kept her cool in order to keep the plan in full affect.
"Uh...sure; that's it." she muttered. Misty reached into the refrigerator slyly, taking an onion off of the middle shelf. She made a half-smile; half regretting what she was about to do, but halfly proud of the lesson she was going to teach Gary Oak. Her emerald eyes traced the onion nervously, her mouth wanting to glue itself shut. But...this had to be done sooner or later. Slowly, she took a rather large bite out of the vegetable, forcing herself not to cry from the foul, nauseating raw flavor of it. She chewed a little more, making sure the flavor would stay in her mouth long enough. Misty spit it out into the garbage proudly, and walking over to Gary shortly after.
Gary raised a curious brow at her behavior. It was even stranger than usual. Why wasn't she blowing up at him for being obnoxious? He simply never let the thought cross his mind that she was up to something, and simply figured that she had fallen for him suddenly.
Too bad he didn't think properly.
Misty at last stood in front of him, smirking like a criminal. Gary crossed his arms. "Well, this oughta show you that you're wrong about me,"
He moved his face in a little bit, hesitant to even touch her. Misty shrugged and moved her face all the way in for the dive. Gary's face turned pale green. She wasn't exactly kissing him...it was more like some kind of CPR. He pushed her away after a few seconds of inhaling her trick, spitting the unattractive aroma out of his mouth.
"Phht! God, Waterflower!" Gary spat. "What did you eat? Agh!"
Misty lifted the lid off of the trash can. "Surprise."
He exchanged a death glare. "You little-- what'd you do that for!"
"That was for you because you're being such a pig about women!" she retorted nastily. "Woman are NOT toys, Oak!"
"I never said they were!"
"Well, you sure act like they are!"
"Its not my fault I'm irresistible." he grinned. Misty pushed him aside curtly, marching out of the room cursing about his ego.
"Oh, yes." He cackled. "She just can't resist me."
Gary's Eevee jumped into his arms suddenly, growling playfully. He stoked it gently, the signature smug expression being painted onto his lips again. Misty had just taken a rather risky chance with him, and yet he laughed at his misfortune. Perhaps this was a good sign, or maybe this was a warning sign for his immature, petty behavior to drop a few levels. Of course, he could ask the same of his hostess, but...then she might kick him out. There was always the option of going to the hotel next door, but he had given his last on-hand cash to Misty, and, besides, the hotel did not meet his high standards. Only a four or five star hotel could (barely) meet his favor, but they were difficult to come by in Cerulean City. It was not a poor city. Actually, it was quite pretty. The streets were paved with blue bricks, and the shopping malls were more like sky scrapers filled with many items that pok'emon and humans alike were fond of. Gary could not seem to grasp the idea of living in a simple town, but he would have to if he wanted to save his skin.
Misty could be a pain in the butt. That was agreed by Ash, Gary, Brock, and many other beings. But she could also be generous and caring, and that soft side of her was displayed the moment she allowed the spoiled rotten Gary Oak to walk through her door. Many women would have killed for the presence of Gary residing in their homes. But unlike them, Misty would kill just to get him out of her life. Some people would follow in Misty's steps, and others would just scratch them out of the pavement. But either way, Gary had a place to stay and food to eat, and that met his standards...for the moment.
Gary cringed as a door slammed somewhere at the end of the narrow hallway. He had not intentionally meant to get the day off to a bad start so early in the morning. No. He planned to do that somewhere in the afternoon. Maybe a headstart is always good, though...
He glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:02 a.m. it read. Gary shrugged innocently, going toward the small bar fridge in the corner of the room. He tapped his chin thoughtfully, considering his choices carefully. There wasn't much, only a few bottles of water, a carton of milk, eggs, leftover pasta, pizza, and so on. Just mostly a collection of leftovers, dairy products, and energy drinks. In other words, nothing that met his interest. He sneered at the poor selection, tossing a few groceries onto the counter. He slammed the fridge door coldly, glaring at the three slices of cheese and bread sitting on the counter hopelessly. He scoffed obnoxiously, fingering them dully.
Gary turned his attention towards the stove, hoping to find a stray frying pan. "Sour milk and stale bread. I'm the luckiest man in the world." he droned.
"Quit whining. I just haven't gone grocery shopping in a while, that's all."
Gary whipped his head around, seeing Misty looking as crabby as ever. "Oh, well..."
Misty tapped her foot impatiently. "I don't know what you like, Oak, so how am I supposed to get something that will shut you up?" she growled. Gary walked up to her, towering over her delicate frame.
"Maybe I should go with you, then."
She pushed him away curtly. "Ha! Maybe you shouldn't."
"No, I insist," he persisted. Misty glowered up at him, pouting with her bottom lip.
"I hate you, Oak."
He moved his face closer to her own, smirking devilishly while crewing on a piece of bread. "Oh, believe me: I know the exact same feeling."
Misty's eyes resembled emerald fire at the moment as Gary continued to have the same petty expression on his face. She marched away with a snort, her guest following her like a shadow or a lost dog. She slammed the door behind her, locking it the second Gary moved his body out of the way. Misty mumbled indistinctly about one thing or another as she approached her car. It was quite junky looking, really. The red paint was chipping off patheticly while the rest of the car was basically just rust. Gary stiffled a laugh at the pitiful sight of it all, but still careful not to hurt Misty's pride any more than he already had for the moment. Misty hopped into the rust bucket quickly as she still eyed Gary maliciously. He attempted to move a bit closer to her excuse for a car, but soon stopped, due to an egotistic idea blooming in his mind. Misty raised a crimson brow at his sudden halt in movement, tapping her fingers against the steering wheel.
"What in the world are you waiting for?" She snarled. He batted his eyes in her direction.
"A car." He replied simply, her face burning red.
"This is a car, stupid."
He put a finger to his lips childishly. "Oh, I thought it was just a pile of junk." Misty blinked. He continued. "Wait, it is. Oops."
Misty held her fist up. "Get in or your face will have an 'oops', too."
"You're not really expecting me to get in this...this thing, are you?"
"Its not a thing!" Misty snapped. Gary jumped. "Its my car!"
"Uh...yeah...that's...your car."
"I'm glad you finally got it through your thick skull. Now get in, or wait here in case of the off chance that Ash decides to come and visit."
Gary shrugged, settling himself in the passenger seat. "Eh. You're a nightmare but Ash is a slob." he sighed. "You'll do for now."
"What's that supposed to mean!"
Gary ran his hand through his hair. "Just drive, Princess."
Misty ignored the comment resentfully as she started up the car. It wheezed a few times before letting out the roar of the engine. Gary looked nervous as she gripped onto the steering wheel for what seemed like her life. The car pulled out of the driveway slowly while the gravel grumbled restlessly under the wheels that seemed to be on their last supply of air. Never before had someone been as fearful for their life in a car as Gary was now. Misty was a dangerous driver, and Route 34 was in for a big surprise in about five minutes.
She slammed on the brakes, regardless to Gary's skin turning as gray as the sky when it rains. He tightened the seat belt for dear life as the car sped up to a regretful speed. Dozens of other vehicles sped by Misty's car as the highway continued. Gary wanted it to end. This was a nightmare! He'd prefer the onion breath over this any day! His tan, muscular arms were plastered with goose bumps like an ugly and tacky wallpaper that just wouldn't seem to peel off no matter how hard you may tug. Misty paid no mind. She just simply pushed the speed limit a little bit further, and it seemed that she was just doing this action to scare the passenger to death...and it appeared to be working.
Gary scrunched his nose up. "Are you sure that I shouldn't take the wheel?"
Misty stuck her tounge out at the idea. "No way, I'm a good driver! Get a grip, Gary!"
"I would, but your tendency to speed keeps tearing my hand away." he retorted. Misty rolled her eyes.
"Whatever. Just be quiet and don't complain."
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A/N: Okay. The chapter itself is around 3050 words, so I thought it was long enough, plus I'm getting tired for writing for this particular chapter. Next chapter: they go inside the store and discover something when they get home. Its...more exciting than it sounds...heh. Thanks for taking the time to read this and the next chapter should be up pretty soon! Toodles:)
-PWG
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