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Chapter 7: One Day Done, Six Left.

"You need a ride home Mist?" Ash said, thumping the hood of his old truck with pride. Misty laughed but shook her head.

"Nah, I'll pass. I gotta go talk to Tracey real quick." Misty said, lying through her teeth. Sure, Tracey's fun to talk to, but she's got to go yell at a certain spiky haired brunette. Ash waved goodbye and jumped into his rusty lemon of a car. With a few failed attempts at starting, the cranky truck hurled to life and Ash sped down the highway out of sight. As soon As Ash was out of sight, Misty hurried back inside. She went up onstage and went behind the curtain that led backstage. There, she saw the band packing up their gear and chatting with their girlfriends. All but Gary, of course. Jimmy was hugging a spunky bright blue haired girl named Marina. Ritchie was talking to a girl that Misty had seen in the audience before. She had brown hair and was very tall. While Ritchie was talking to her, his eyes kept trailing down towards her rather exposed chest. Something told Misty thqt Ritchie was going to score with this Maxine girl. Misty wasn't surprised to see Tracey in the middle of a kiss with her older sister, Daisy. She smiled at the sight of them together, but her eyes began searching for Gary. They found what they were looking for sitting on the couch in the corner of the room witha smug look on his face. With a sigh, Misty approached him.

"Like the show? I loved your moves out there." Gary said and gave her a wink. Misty laughed and shook her head.

"Enough stalling, Gary. Was it a joint or whiskey?" Misty said sternly. Gary laughed and put up two fingers, indictating number two. Misty sighed but pulled him off of the couch.

"Well, guess you won't get in my pants for a little while longer, huh? Get your guitar and let's get outta here." Misty said with a chuckle. Gary laughed and went to grab his guitar. After a minute, Gary returned with his guitar case. Misty led the way back out to the parking lot where Gary's bright red convertible was. It glistened from the neon lights illuminating the club's sign. Gary opened the trunk and sloppily threw his guitar inside. Slamming it shut, he went around to the driver's seat but was stopped by a feminine hand on the door.

"I don't think so, mister. You were drinking weren't you? I'll drive." Misty said and slid into the driver's seat. Gary chuckled and went around to the passenger seat. After they were buckled in, Misty pushed her foot on the pedal and they were bound for Pallet Town.

Professor Samuel Oak was sitting in the kitchen, silently sipping some coffee. He anxiously looked at the front door, waiting for a drunken mess of a grandson to stumble through the door. He sipped faster, knowing that Gary often grew angry at him for drinking coffee this late at night. At 12:30, Professor Oak heard the lock begin to jiggle. He dumped the rest of the coffee down the sink, and went into the living room for Gary. The door clicked open and there was a surprisingly pleasant sight in the doorway. Misty walked into the room first, and a now almost sober Gary. Misty waved at the Professor, as did Gary. Utterly shocked that the normally vicious Gary was calm and actually waved at him. He waved back as they ascended the starcase, and went to get another cup of coffee.

"Hey, where can I leave my stuff?" Misty said, holding her suitcase that was in the kitchen previously. Gary gave a sly grin and led her into his room. Misty was surprised at how neat it was. Even though she was in here before, Misty never took into account all the details. Gary's room was a dark shade of purple, with various posters of bands hanging all over. He had a large bed in the corner of the room, right next to a black bureau. Misty loved Gary's room, but she noticed the lack of another bed...

"Gary, where am I supposed to sleep?" Misty said, a bit nervous. Gary laughed and ponted to his bed.

"Well the door to the guestroom is stuck shut. This js a pretty old place, so it happens a lot. I guess you'll be sleeping with me earlier than you thought." Gary said with a seductive smile. Misty blushed and shouted at him.

"Not that way, you ass! I'll sleep on the floor before I sleep with you!" Misty yelled defensively. Gary just laughed.

"Well then I guess you don't mind sleeping on dirt and dead bugs..." Gary said evilly. He knew Misty's weakness, and it was bugs. Misty grew pale, but refrained from screaming. Silently, she sat on Gary's bed and began fluffing the pillows. Bingo, Gary thought. Let the games begin.