Okay, really quick author's note before you read! I'm so sorry I haven't been update any of my stories in a while. This summer has been all over the place for me and I never got to sit down, or in this case lay down, on my phone and actually type anything. I'll try my best to continue writing ALL of my stories in progress. Enjoy this little one-shot.
C Stands for Commute
Misty sat restlessly as the bustle of the subway station commerced around her in a dizzying careen unlike any other found in Cerulean City. The rattling of the train cars whirled by in a seemingly endless loop that made the colors of said train blur into a sloppy metallic gray.
As the stench of the jammed packed train station rivaled that of a Muk thrown into the sewer and left in the unforgiving sunshine, Misty remained placid.
You see, her sisters had been invading Misty's already slacking impatience, as they tripled the amount of messages being sent via text, call, and email. The apps nonstop buzzing had annoyed Misty enough for her to have long since silenced all sent forms of communications to her phone including each inbox of her individual messaging, email, and even social media apps.
Of course though, nothing less was to be expected of the eminent Waterflower trio, excluding Misty herself. Misty would know better than anyone else of her sisters cut-short patience tolerance. However, this didn't seem to deter the older teen from having her own little jabs of fun. Purposely prolonging her work-outs at the gym, stretching the time of her walks from school, or just about any other excuse found in the book.
This day, of course, was no exception of these tardy incidences. Misty's excuse this time was that the meeting with the new executive of her swim team went on much longer than originally planned, which to a certain extent wasn't false. Misty could now confidently say that she knew the man's entire backstroke, freestyle, breath stroke, and butterfree warm-up routines just as comparibly well as her sister knew their ways around the Saphora in the Cerulean Mall.
A distant groan of aggravation grabbed the young women's attention out of her own subsiding thoughts. Peering over her left shoulder, Misty sucked in a shaky breath. She recognized this man, hunched over, sweat glistening his forehead, his brows arched in a combination of stress and exhaustion.
'Ash Ketchum,' Misty's mind echoed, still in hesitant revelation. Buisness connoisseur, and Pokemon Master, there stood the one and only Ash Ketchum in his extravagant stance that made him appear almost untouchable. Misty knew him in the flash, his face on several news channels that she would flip through on her leisure. Ash Ketchum, the underdog buisness man in the stock market that revolutionized his own image as he had finally taken down the tyrant of the marketing industry, Gary Oak. Not only in the marketing industry, but the Pokemon one as well. Gary was living up to his grandfather's name, the grand Professor Oak.
Though, that fate paled into comparison to Ash's. Ash was writing his own destiny with a pen of gold and determination of a Gyrados.
"Hey," A gravel and hoarsed voice spoke, alarming the red-head as she peered up.
"Umm, is this spot taken?" the man chocked in a strangled and clumsy question. Arm slung anxiously back to scratch an undeniably nervous rash that spread along his neck. Embarrassment flooding his cheeks as the gorgeous beauty that was propped up along side the cement column eye's seemingly inspected his every move.
Misty skeptically nodded her head yes in Ash's relief. If she wasn't so apprehensive of the famous millionaire settling a seat beside her, Misty would have found this whole situation as quite ironic.
Her sisters had been drooling shamelessly all over this celebrity as soon as their eyes laid on him. Now whether it was over his fame, looks, or money Misty had not the slightest idea. However, even Misty herself had to admit that seeing Ash in person, the news camera crew had captured his looks amazingly well. In fact, Misty would even go as far to say that he was even more handsome in person. Not that she would admit it out loud.
"Ahem," another distraction directed Misty away from her suppressive thoughts. Misty, detecting quite a pattern to Ash's blunt interruptions to her mental stresses, all the same acknowledged the bachelor.
"Just wanted to let you know that the train has arrived," Ash clarified stretching his arms in a pursuit to relax his tensing muscles from sitting on the cold flooring.
"Um, right. Thanks.." Misty murmured in a flushed voice. Hesitantly following Ash's movements off the cold subway tiles. However, just as Misty had mustered enough strength to still her wobbly legs (she wondered when that must have happened...) a not so chivalrous man briskly cut through the crowds. This including the delicate space that was somehow wedged between the bachelor and magnificent water gym leader.
Letting out a yelp, Misty unintentionally lunged forward, her foot trapping itself behind the other. Bracing for impact, Misty flailed her arms forward but instead of meeting concrete, Misty met a much softer fate.
Cursing under her own breath, Misty didn't need to look up to know just who she had fallen on. A heat spread along her cheeks as Misty sucked in a breath a cautiously backed away from Ash. To humiliated to even look at the guy who she had not so subtly bumped into, the richest man in Kanto.
"Can we just pre-umph!" Misty was cut off short as Ash slapped his hand across her face in a desperate attempt to shut her up. Misty glared at him with shock and confusion, and maybe some hostility as well.
"Look, as long as you don't mention that I'm here, I'll give you an autograph," Ash sputtered in desperation.
"Well maybe grabbing a young women in a public transit building isn't the best idea to do when you aren't looking for attention, Mr. Pokemon Master," Misty huffed in retaliation, not appreciating being man handled and assumed of being a ditzy bimbo with nothing better to do than gaga over the next male sensation.
Ash paused in his movements. His eyes finally locked on hers. A familiar warmth tingled along the back of his neck.
"Ok, ok sorry, I'm sorry," Ash futilely tried again, stopping the wondrous scarlet-haired beauty in her tracks. The Subway was coming a complete stop at that point and passengers were starting to board and disembark.
In defeat, Ash gave a winded sigh, "was it really that easy to tell it was me?"
"Yeah, sorry but when your face is broadcasted across the region, its kind of impossible for someone NOT to recognize you," Misty deadpanned.
"Yeah... Well I figured that much," Ash smiled loosely.
"Well, you seem like you're fine, so with that I'll be going," Misty retreated, backing her steps towards the subway, it's doors wouldn't be open for long.
"Wait, Mist!" Ash sputtered, watching as Misty was about to trail away into the crowds. However, any thoughts that trailed after Ash's body froze over as he watched the cerulean-eyed teen stop dead.
"What did you just call me?"
"Oh-umm Missssty?" Ash cringed.
"No, you definitely called me something else," Misty demanded, her face crinkling into a blur of confusion.
"Heeyy! Look, the trained stopped," Ash edged, hoping any other distraction would suffice.
"Nice try, Ash Ketchum."
"SHH! Not so loud on the name!"
"Oh, give it up," Misty back lashed, shaking her head in aggravation. "That hoody isn't doing anything to make you look much different. Keep your head lower. If you wanted to keep a low profile, then why even come here!?" Misty chastised, crossing her arms in expectancy for an answer.
"OK.. OK you're right," Ash surrendered.
"Now, explain to me why you were out of breath. Actually, better yet, tell me why you wanted to talk, Mr. Pokemon Master," Misty presssed on, foot taping anxiously for answers. Not caring if SHE were the one attracting attention in the public commute. Misty was as a stubborn as they come and if she had to extract Ash's answers out of him, then she would.
Although, she didn't want answers from this Ash. The successful one. The one that left her... She wanted answers from her best friend. The one she used to run into mayhem with. Before he went of to venture to exotic places like the Hoenn region, the Unova region... The Kalos region.
Before he left, and lost connection, and almost walked off the face of the earth. Okay, scratch that, her earth. The more in touch he got with his dream, the more out of touch he got with her. She couldn't even register her own corrupted emotions as she looked pained to her ex-bestfriend.
Ash could only hang his head in shame as people continued waltzing around the two elder teens. Finally, with a gradual sigh, Ash spoke. "It's a long story Misty."
Would you guys like me to incorporate another letter chapter to this one like I did with Blinded?