Chapter 15: The Wager

May was in her room, standing at the full body mirror admiring herself while holding her dress in front of her.

Then a flashback happens where she asked Ash to the Ball as friends, then she spun around with a smile on her face. We might be going as "just friends." But, who knows.

But just then, Misty walked into the room; her head hung down as she walked over to her bed. "Misty, what's wrong?"

Misty fell on her back on her bed. "When should we schedule that day to the spa?"

A look of delight appeared on May's face. "You actually found a date to the Team Rocket Ball," then May giggled, "I knew you would find one."

"Yeah yeah, but by how you are admiring yourself in the mirror I'm guessing you found a date too?"

May nodded. "Yeah, but now that Ball is going to feel like forever till it comes."

"I don't know how you can get so into this, May."

"I don't know how you can't," May replied joyfully. "I mean: the dresses, the music, all of the lively activity."

But then, Misty's roommates moved her face close to hers and asked. "Now come on, you're not going to make me ask, are you?"

Misty had a confused look on her face. "What are you talking about?"

"Come on," May whined, "aren't you going to tell me who you are going with? I'm dying to know."

Misty blinked twice. "You really wanted to know that badly?"

May nodded her head. "Yeah; I will tell you mine in return, please! Come on, on the count of three we tell each other, ok?"

"Sure," Misty replied.

"One," they both said at the same time," two, three; Ash.'

After that, the two were completely shocked. "You can't be going to the Ball with Ash, I'm going to the Ball with Ash," May snapped.

"No, I'm going to the Ball with him he just told me so," Misty snapped in return.

"He told me before dinner," May boosted.

Misty then remembered what she did and hung her head. "I kind of, begged him to take me to the Ball."

May looked a bit stunned. "Oh, I never knew you were that attracted towards..."

Misty waved her hands in panic. "No, it's not like that," she then calmed down, "it's just my pain in the butt sisters did their usual insults to me and tried to seduce Ash. But before I could think I push them off and said that he was taking me to the Ball."

"I see," May replied, resting her dress on her bed and sitting down, "well, even though we are just going to the Ball with him as... friends."

A paused filled the room until Misty broke it. "Oh yeah, just as friends; why would I like a hot headed agent like him."

"Yeah, right; why would I like someone so headstrong and filled with blind determination," May added as they shared a nervous chuckle.

The room became quiet once again as May broke the silence. "But he can't go to it with both of us."

"Yeah, you're right; there has to be a way for us to figure out who Ash takes to the Ball," Misty pondered.

(Now if this was on the Gameboy, the options would be: Flip a coin, cat fight in a wrestling ring full of mud, or the Fashion Show. But because this is my fanfiction: flipping a coin would be too boring, this is a rated T fanfiction so no mud wrestling I bet that's what most of you readers wanted, so that leaves it to the Fashion Show.)

"I got it," May exclaimed, hitting her fist into her palm then searched through some papers she had on her desk. After searching through the mess she pulled out a flyer on the Fashion Show and showed it to Misty. "We both join the Team Rocket Fashion Show and which ever one of us does better gets to go to the Ball with, Ash."

Misty stood up as she made her arms form an X. "Oh, no way am I getting into a Fashion Show! I would rather wrestle in mud than that!"

(No readers, I still won't have that happen)

"Come on," May whined childishly, "this would be a fun way to try out something new and exciting."

Misty turned her back to May and scoffed. "No way, there is nothing you can say that will make me change my mind. Going to the spa is one thing but this is over the line."

"Are you sure, that there isn't anything I can say to change your mind?" she asked nervously, sounding a bit suspicious.

Misty slowly turned her head to face May, whose hands gently crinkled the flyer in her hands. "What did you do?"

May turned her eyes away from her roommate, but then looked back to see Misty still glaring at her. "W-What would you say, hypothetically, that after I signed myself up for it," she then hid her head behind the flyer, "that I might of signed up a roommate of mine as well."

May shook in fear behind the flyer, until she felt it slowly pressed down by Misty, revealing to her the unusually sharp teeth and flames surrounding her roommate. "You... did... WHAT!?"

"I-I'm g-guessing, that was a b-bad idea," May asked nervously, still shaking in fear from her roommates expression.

"WHAT DO YOU THINK!? Misty yelled.

Just then, the door was burst open by Dorm Officer Jenny. "What is with all the racket in here?"

"Nothing important," Misty replied, "I'm just about to kill my roommate for signing me up to something without my permission."

"Alright, just keep it down," Dorm Officer Jenny replied, closing the door.

Waterfalls of tears ran down May's cheeks. "Not even the Dorm Officer will help me."

"Now," Misty said through grinding teeth, "is there anything you want to say before I have you thrown in front of a Tauros stampede?"

May thought of anything that might have been of some interests, but then it hit her. "Hopefully this is something; but when I was signing up I saw three other girl's names with Waterflower as their last names on the list. Are those your, "pain in the butt of sisters," you mentioned earlier?"

Misty's personality went completely south after hearing that. "Are you saying, that my sisters are also in this Fashion Show?" then Misty slapped her forehead, "well duh they will be in something like this."

"Well if you think about it, this can be your way of getting back at your sisters," May replied.

Misty looked at her roommate suspiciously. "How so?"

"Well," May answered, placing her right index finger to her cheek as she looked up at the ceiling, "if you beat them in this Fashion Show, you can have something over their heads for the rest of your life."

Misty actually started to ponder about what her roommate just explained to her. "If I do beat them at this, they won't be able to call me runt or scrawny anymore," yet Misty shook her head and mumbled to herself, "oh what am I thinking; there is no way I can beat them."

May noticed a few tears build up around Misty's eyes. "There is no way I can beat them at something like that; with the way I look there is no way."

May's face was filled with concern as she saw Misty hide her face but heard her sniffling. "Misty, are you alright?"

Misty then used the back of her arm to wipe her tears away. "Yeah, I'm fine."

"Well come on, Misty," May encouraged, placing her hand on her roommates shoulder, "we better start preparing for the show. I want to see your sister's shocked expression when you beat them, then your shocked expression when I beat you and Ash takes me to the Ball... as friends of course."

Misty grinded her teeth. "Like I'm going to lose you; so before you know it, Ash will be escorting me to the Ball... just as friends."

"That's the spirit," May replied.

In Ash's room, Ash continued to sneeze as Max said. "You probably should go to the nurse's station, Ash. You haven't stopped sneezing sense you walked in."

Ash wiped his nose with a tissue. "Maybe you're right, I probably caught a cold."

"Or someone that cares about you is talking about you," Brock said, adding his two cents as his focus never left his book.

"What are you talking about, Brock?" Ash asked.

"There is an old saying that if you sneeze, someone that cares about you is talking about you; and if it's true they must be mentioning you an awful lot."

"Yeah right," Max replied, "like that is even possible."

Just then, Ash remembered accidentally asking out both May and Misty to the Ball and a look of dread appeared on his face. "Well, if that is true, I think I know what it is about."

"Oh?" Brock asked.

Ash rubbed the back of his head. "I kind of ask, both Misty and May to the Ball."

"What!?" the two asked in shock.

"It was an accident, I swear!"

Max then rubbed his chin while light reflected off of his glasses and a dark smirk appeared on his face. "Asking out both my sister and Misty, I never knew you were such a dog, Ash."

A nervous smile appeared on Ash's mouth as a sweat drop was seen on his forehead. "But I didn't mean to; and I'm guessing by now they are thinking of ways to get me for it."

Images of Misty with a rifle and May with a pair of scissors gripped like a dagger enter his mind; both with flames surrounding their bodies and demon red eyes. This image caused his entire body to shake.

"Please, Ash!" Brock begged, now bowing to Ash. "Teach me how you are able to get so many girls!"

Ash hung his head. "And if I thought I had problems before."

To Be Continued

The Fashion Show is next chapter; which one of our female heroes will be escorted by Ash to the Ball? Read and review to find out.