Disclaimer: Look at all of the disclaimers I have written before this. Gives a HUGE hint.
"Miss Waterflower, your hairstylist has arrived." Came a voice from behind Misty's bedroom door.
"Send her in please." Called Misty, as she stood in front of her large dressing table mirror, the desk
littered with make up and hair things.
"Good evening Missssss….Misty??!!" came a girls surprised voice.
"May?" said Misty, turning around in surprise.
"The one and only, and my, haven't you changed!" she gasped, running forward to hug her friend.
"It's great to see you Misty, how ya been?" asked May, pulling out of the hug.
"Your limo will be here in twenty minutes Miss Waterflower." Said the same voice behind the door.
"Talk, and Style." Smiled Misty, turning back to face the mirror, eyes closed.
"So how's the hideously huge crush on Ketchum going?" questioned May casually as she began to
cut Misty's hair.
"Shhh…the paparazzi might be around…" whispered Misty. "And, badly."
May smiled at Misty's feelings.
"So make me as pretty as you can." Grinned Misty, taking a deep breath.
"Misty, you're pretty enough." But May knew how she would react.
"Yeah, but this pretty doesn't get Ash's attention."
"Look, Ash loves you, without make up and dresses." Sighed May, putting the scissors down and
beginning to style Misty's flaming red hair.
"Oh, and he told you that?" Snapped Misty.
"By the way you fight, I don't think anyone wouldn't think that!" exclaimed May.
"So…by watching the way we fight…you manage to work out that we like each other?" repeated
Misty.
"Mmmm hmmm." Nodded May.
"I think I'd better let him know how I feel at the party."
"Yeah, you'd better. Or else one of those love-struck blonde fans will snatch him away forever, and
you will fade from his memory, and you will be forgotten and lonely, searching the face of the earth
for one guy whose arm you can cling onto while you weep and wail about Ash." sighed May
dreamily, gazing off into the distance.
Misty clicked her fingers infront of the brunette's face and re awoke her from her daydream.
"You read WAY too many books May."
"It could happen!" defended May angrily, passing Misty the long silk black gloves.
"Doubt it. If it happens, I blame you for cursing my love life, and anyway, I would never get over
him, or go for another guy." smiled Misty,
pulling the gloves on and straightening her dress.
There was a rustle of leaves outside the balcony doors, making Misty and May jump quietly.
Making her way over to the door, Misty reached out slowly and pushed down on the handle.
"Smile Miss Waterflower! We know your secret!" came a cry from the tree beside her hotel
balcony window.
"WHAT?!" she cried, wrenching open the glass door and facing a blinding white flash.
"Now this, is gonna be front page." grinned the paparazzi, continuously snapping pictures of the
annoyed Misty.
"You so did not just hear what I said about Ash did you?" snapped Misty, as May joined her on
the balcony.
"Everything sweetheart. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to mail this to the newspaper. Later."
replied the paparazzi laughing, climbing back down the tree and running away into the darkness.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" screamed Misty angrily.
"Look Brock, how do you know Misty will like this freakin' suit?I don't even like it!" moaned
Ash, tugging at the sleeves of his black jacket. "And I hate ties."
"Oh shut it Ash." Shot Brock, trying his hardest to flatter Ash's messy hair.
Pikachu sat on the desk, watching as Ash struggled in the tie's grip, and laughing when Brock
tugged on Ash's hair, making him yelp in pain.
"Pika…" he began, ready to shock Ash's hair.
"Don't Pikachu, that'll make it stand on end." Smirked Brock, as he searched for something to
flatten Ash's hair.
"But how do you know Misty'll like this? I mean, it's so…what's the flippin' word…it's
so…fancy."
"Well, even without the whole dress up, Misty loves you enough. But it just emphasizes it a bit
more." Replied Brock.
"She loves me? And she told you?" cried Ash.
"Well…she hasn't actually told me…but it's so obvious that she likes you and you like her."
"HOW??!!"
"God Ash, everyone knows it! Including your mom." Brock said with exhaustion.
"And yet, me and Misty don't realize it?"
"Nope."
"Well then I guess I'd better tell her tonight."
Brock rolled his eyes and ran a comb through his own hair, while Pikachu straightened the tie that
was strangling Ash.
"Pika...chu...pika..." he said suddenly, looking away to the window.
"Whatcha hear buddy?" asked Ash, following the pikachu's gaze.
"I think I just heard a scream from across the street. And it sounds like Misty." replied Brock.
He turned to face Ash, but no one was there.
'He must really like her." grinned Brock, following the younger teens lead.
"Misty what happened?" came a shout from the doorway as Misty pulled the glass doors shut
again.
Just as May was about to open the door, Ash burst in with Pikachu hot on his heels, apparently
worried.
"Oh, just the flippin' pap annoying me, and telling a story to the newspaper. That's all." sighed
Misty, leaving out the main details.
"What's so bad about a story that you scream about it?" asked Ash, puzzled.
"It's just a private matter. A matter that is between me and Misty. That no one should ever know
about." replied May quickly, just as Brock ran up behind Ash, startling the Pokemon Master.
"So what's happened? What's died?" questioned Brock.
"Misty's braveness." smirked Ash, dodging Misty's dagger glare.
"See, you're still insulting me!" she cried, throwing her arms up in emphasis.
"Sorry, old habits die hard..." he grinned, putting his hand on her shoulder.
Shrugging him off, Misty pouted and looked out of the window. Grinning, Ash slid his arm around
her shoulders and hugged her against his chest, making her melt instantly.
"God this is getting too fluffy for me." moaned May.
"Ditto." said Brock.
"Time to go Miss Waterflower." came a voice from the doorway, making Ash release Misty
instantly.
"Oooo I think we can guess who Mr Ketchum likes now." smiled Misty's assistant, Alexis.
"Nah, Misty's just a friend. I like someone else." said Ash, shaking his head.
"Not me?" whimpered Misty sadly.
Laughing, Ash waved in goodbye, and left Misty standing there in shock, while May and Brock
stood with eyebrows raised, and Alexis smiling as she saw through Ash's lie.
After a minute of silence, Misty took a deep breath and spoke.
"Well I guess, if he doesn't like me, then what's the point in trying to impress him?"
"You're as dense as him Mist." grinned May, leading the redhead out of the door and to her limo.