Hello everyone! I'm back with another short chapter! At least you don't have to waste too much time reading it right? But I'm pretty much going through the motions of planning a wedding, and it is really hard. Is this how marrage is in real life? I would be too lazy to think. Oh I should mention that this story is in sequential order, but each chapter pretty much takes place a few months apart from the last chapter. In other words, this chapter takes place around two or three months after chapter 2, and so on and so forth. Ha ha ha well enough of me, enjoy!
Chapter 3: Time to Eat!
"Yes food!" Ash said excitedly.
"You're just lucky I know how to cook, Ketchum," Misty replied. Unfortunately Ash's chewing blocked out every word.
Ash was spending a month with Misty at her gym, determined to keep her company while her sisters were off on another trip to Johto. Misty saw it as a true test of determining whether she and Ash could actually live together alone. Ash on the other hand, just wanted to battle, eat, and sleep—and not exactly in that order. Nevertheless, Misty loved every moment she spent with her beloved fiancé and figured even pokemon masters and gym leaders shouldn't take days off from training just because they were planning a wedding.
"Ash since we're eating, don't you think we should talk about what to serve at our wedding?" Misty asked.
"As long as it's your cooking, I could care less what it is!"
Misty blushed a little but then realized exactly what he said. "Wait a second there's no way I'm cooking for over a hundred people!"
"There's that many coming?" Ash asked.
"Who cares I'm still not cooking. I can barely fill your appetite let alone someone else's."
"Maybe you're right," he mumbled as he bit into a chicken leg, "But I really like it when you cook, Misty, it makes me feel…like I'm really at home with you…"
"Don't tell me you're marrying me for my ability to cook," Misty folded her arms and looked away, still fighting an embarrassed blush.
"Of course not, I just meant—"
"I know," she smiled, "It does feel weird cooking for you, but I like it when I do." She gave Pikachu a small piece of meat, which became covered with ketchup in a matter of seconds.
Ash smiled. "Did I ever tell you that your smile could light up a room?"
"Yes, now you should get to the point, what do you want this time?"
"What, I can't compliment you without wanting something?"
"I know that compliment, Ketchum," Misty narrowed her eyes at him. "Spill it."
Ash sighed. "I don't want to cook for the wedding!"
"Huh?"
"Brock says I might have to cook! Misty you know I'm good but I'm not great, if you can't cook for a hundred people than neither can I!"
Misty laughed. "I think you've been tricked. Ash, you're suppose to hire a caterer to plan food for a wedding. You don't have to cook anything."
Ash breathed a sigh of relief. "Oh thank goodness!" He said. Misty could only laugh.
"Hey that's not fair; I really thought I had to cook!" Ash explained, but Misty couldn't do anything but laugh.
The next day, Brock had called the gym with some good news.
"What, you found us a caterer?!" Misty exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's a friend of mine who just started catering about a year ago. I had met him at school, and when I told him that I was friends with you two and that you guys were getting married, he insisted on being the caterer. So I was wondering if you would give him a chance for me."
"Well, I have to see what Ash thinks…"
Before Misty had a chance to ask however, Ash had already heard everything and came over excitedly to the phone.
"Hey, Brock, do you think he can cook baked chicken?"
"Ha ha, he's not a chief, Ash, he's just gets food together," Brock laughed.
"Well if he gets baked chicken he's in," Ash said.
"What's with you and chicken? I swear Brock he's been talking about chicken for the past two days," Misty sighed.
"Misty had fixed this chicken sliced up in pasta and put cheese on it…what was it called again?"
"Chicken fettuccini and I was trying out a recipe I saw online," Misty answered.
"Well it was awesome I definitely want it at the wedding!"
Misty laughed. "You're a weird one alright. Why am I marrying you again?"
"Because you cook like an angel and I love it!" He kissed her cheek.
"Well I guess that's that then, you guys have yourself a caterer," Brock said.
"Thanks so much Brock!" Ash and Misty said together.
"No problem, I'm just glad I could help Ash with his chicken addiction."
Misty and Brock laughed while Ash pouted like a little kid. "I can't help it, when it comes to food no one likes it like I do!" He exclaimed happily.
"You can say that again," Misty said, softly smiling at him.
"Ha, you're going to have a hard time filling up Ash's appetite Misty. Hope you're up for it," Brock laughed.
"Don't worry Brock, I rather cook for him than my sisters, since Ash never complains about what I'm cooking for him."
"Yeah, more chicken!" Ash yelled.
Misty rolled her eyes. "Enough with the chicken! I swear I'm going to throw you in the pool."
Brock laughed. "Well guys I'm off, I have another class soon."
"See you later Brock!" Ash and Misty waved goodbye.
Once again just in case you haven't read my other story here's the story on Brock: He has decided to go to school to become a pokemon breeder and a pokemon doctor. Yep, he's going to be in school for a while...I know how you feel man! Anyway on with the next chapter!