POV - MISTY
It was barely five in the morning. We slept in separate beds– and separate rooms, for that matter – the night before to avoid anything from happening again. Ash thinks of it as an accident, but we both know it was what we wanted. He came into my room – he was sleeping in Daisy's old room – and kissed the top of my head to wake me up. I rubbed my eyes and sat up. He was smiling softly, and I think I sensed some remorse. We didn't say anything for a long time, but sat there, taking everything in. I finally broke the silence.
"I'm going to miss you, Ash. It's going to be so different without you."
"Trust me, Misty. I'm going to miss you, too," he promised, kissing me gently. I could tell he was still new to the whole relationship concept by the way he moved. I dismissed it quickly, however, because I just so hungry for him. I think it was obvious because Ash kissed me again. "...I have to go."
I bit my lip and stared into his deep, dark eyes. They masked all feeling, assuring that I wouldn't be able to see if he was lying or not. I decided to just trust my boyfriend because I was just too God damn tired think, let alone to do anything else. We stared for another couple moments.
"Don't forget me, kid," I teased. It was fitting, as I was two years older then him. He chuckled.
"It'll be hard," he smiled at me, kissing me one last time. I wish I could've just kept him with me, but I knew that I couldn't just pull him away from Sinnoh. He would be heart broken. Besides, I stopped traveling to take care of this, even though I love it, damn gym. Why should he stop doing what he loves to come back here, too? I just couldn't do it to Ash. He was always there for me. I had to learn to stop being so dependent. He smiled at me when he walked out the door.
I love you, Ash. Even though I tell you it, I mean it. I really, honestly do.
I was going to tell him that out loud, but he was already gone. I could hear him talking to Pikachu. Probably scolding her. I could tell Pikachu was right outside the door from her constant giggling. I smirked, falling back onto the soft pillows under me and fell back asleep.
When I came to, it was late in the afternoon. I don't know how, but I could just tell. I picked myself up from out of bed and headed downstairs, a little depressed with Ash's leave. I knew things wouldn't get that lonely, or even out of hand. I had been taking care of myself all that time, anyway, hadn't I? I fixed my hair on the way down the steps. Things would be weird no matter what. It always was, now that my 'Sensational Sisters' were all busy with contests, ribbons, and the ridiculous and frilly...fru fru. I stuck my tongue out in disgust as I just thought about it. I settled my disgust with a glass of milk.
But the deeper I thought, the more I thought that things actually may just get out of hand. No matter how hard I tried to ignore it, my gut was persuading me to bail out now and go find Ash. And of course, I dismissed the feeling and continued drinking my milk.
1 MONTH LATER
I was so sick. For the past two weeks or so, I had had some sort of bug. I was constantly hovering over the toilet or a trash can, puking my insides out. The strange part; I had skipped my period. My first thought, of course, was that maybe my cycle just got screwed up or something. The stranger part; by the afternoon, my problems with barfing were gone. But the next morning I would be sick again. It took me two and a half weeks to figure out that I didn't have a bug. I mean, I couldn't have been pregnant, right? Thinking over it numerous times, I began to immediately head down the street to the mart. I grabbed the first test I saw and bought it, running back home. I began to pray that I was wrong, that I wasn't pregnant. I entered my house, locking the door behind me. I jumped up the stairs two at a time, ducking into the bathroom.
Five minutes later, the stick was in my hand. I kept shaking it, trying to erase the demonic little plus sign. Tears were streaming my face. I scavenged the house for another one. The first place that came to mind was Daisy's room. Knowing her, she probably had at least five. I ripped open her dresser, moving aside an ancient bra that she probably could never fit. Sitting on top of different articles of clothing was the stick-in-a-box. I grabbed it, running back into the bathroom.
Come on. Come on. I chanted to myself as adrenaline began to rush through my body, making my eyesight blurry and my hands bipolar. I paced around the house while waiting for the digital sign to clear up. I was just thinking about how stupid I was. But what was I supposed to know? I didn't know anybody that got pregnant from having sex once. And I thought that we had it 'timed' pretty well. I sat against the wall across from the bathroom. I looked down, noticing that it finally appeared.
And no matter how hard I shook the test, I was pregnant.
I couldn't call anybody. I probably couldn't even continue being a gym leader like this. I couldn't...just tell Ash and force him to come back home. I had to keep it secret. I would have to just surrender my duty as Cerulean City Gym leader, I guess. I just couldn't have anyone untrustworthy knowing. I felt more tears pour out of my eyes. In complete, total, and utter honesty, I was screwed. Completely, totally, utterly screwed.
I began to think. Isn't it so ironic that it takes you a lifetime to build yourself up, but only ten minutes to tear yourself apart? That's what happened to me. Ten minutes is all it takes. I put my head in my hands, wondering what Ash was doing. He was probably meeting new people already, captured a plethora of Pokemon, and had at least one gym badge. But that's Ash. Carefree, determined, fast-living Ash.
My thigh began to vibrate. I was getting a call. I dug my cell phone out of my pocket. I looked a mess, but I could just say that I stubbed my toe or...cut off my finger. Yeah, that'll work.
The call was from a Pokemon Center in a town called Oreburgh City. I guessed it was either Ash or Gary. "Hey," I said as I picked up the phone. It gasped. It wasn't Ash or Gary.
It was Brock.
"Misty! Are you okay?" Brock asked me nervously. He could see that my face was all red and my eyes blood shot.
"Yeah, I just um...cut my..." I could barely speak.
"You cut yourself...?" Brock panicked.
"No, no. I would never," I sighed. I failed at last minute excuses. I looked at him. "Provided that you already know what happened, I'm pregnant." I knew with no doubt that Ash called Brock when he went to go get his hat. The kid wasn't that smooth.
"Misty...you're kidding," he had nothing else to add.
"Yeah, Brock. Because I would really kid around about this," I felt my eyes well up again as I put the peed on stick in front of the screen. Brock waved me down.
"Okay, I get it! Put it down. Ash and Dawn are healing their Pokemon. I can't have you flashing that around."
"Dawn...?"
"Don't worry. She's just another ten year old girl. She doesn't even see people in a romantic way yet. Nothing to worry about."
"Oh. Like May?"
"Yeah. Dawn wants to be a coordinator, too."
"Ah, gotcha." I never liked May. So chances are I won't like Dawn, either.
"So what are you going to do about your...erm...problem?"
"I have no idea, Brock. Have Ash call me in a couple days while I get everything sorted out, okay? I need to get my head straight." Brock nodded in acknowledgement. I heard Ash's voice in the background.
"Hey, Brocko, is that Misty? Hi Misty!" He yelled. I could see him begin to run over to the screen. Brock tried to stop him.
"Later, guys!" I hung up the phone so Ash wouldn't see me in this mess. I looked horrible, and I couldn't just drag my boyfriend back to Kanto when he arrives in a new region. That wouldn't be right. I sighed and put my cell phone back into my pocket.
I twiddled the plastic pregnancy test in my hands, not realizing what it was. When I saw the faint plus sign, I snapped it in half. I stood up, walked to the bathroom, and dropped the pieces of hard plastic into the trash can. Along with the rest of my life.
See, those were the times I wish I still had Togetic. I wouldn't be as lonely with Togetic following me like she used to. I had hatched an Azurill, but I haven't really had time to play with it ever since I was going out with Gary. I would have taught it how to battle some, but I just wasn't in the mood then.
I walked down the steps slowly and went outside. The sun made everything warmer, which was good. I head next door to the gym so I could challenge some trainers. A battle would be good, and maybe trainers will come if I opened the gym. I sighed as I unlocked the doors and took off the sign that said 'CLOSED'.
Today I'm going to piss off some really hopeful trainers.
Worst chapter I have ever written. Ever. Next chapter will return to Ash's POV. Oh, can you guys tell me if I should change the ending? Or if I should change anything? Next chapter is the last one (SADLY. ;_;) but I think the ending is pretty good. I think I started off strong and ended weakly. -_-; Anyway, the final chapter will be, I think, less then 1000 words. So beware.