Here's the not-long awaited D one-shot! If it wasn't already clear, the events in this alphabet challenge are all unrelated unless I say so. Currently, I don't say so, but if I do, I will let you readers know!

Enjoy!

Complicated

He always made things so complicated.

Actually, Misty thought, she was probably the more complicated one out of the two of them. Ash's life consisted of Pokémon and food while Misty's consisted of constant gym battles, water Pokémon, and wondering just why she was placed on this planet, who she was placed by, if Ash loved her, and if she was going to need to buy anymore tampons soon. But it's not like Ash was the simplest man in the world. No, certainly not. For example, it's not like he simply told Misty his feelings for her. So when he was out of town and boys came up to Misty hoping for a date, just what was she supposed to say?

"Oh, sorry, I'm, um, it's, uh... It's, er...complicated. Thanks though!"

Yeah, that usually worked pretty well. She'd smile nervously and then dash away.

At the age of eleven, Misty had developed a crush on Ash.

At the age of thirteen, Misty left Ash (and Brock) to tend to her family's gym.

Over the next couple of years, Ash visited occasionally and every time he did, they would have more and more fun together. Around age fifteen, "fun" became kissing and cuddling and holding hands and, well, a lot more making out than the previous amount which was strictly none.

And now at nearly seventeen, they acted like a couple. But were they? Misty wasn't exactly sure what they were. Did this mean that he wasn't seeing other people? Did he have another girl on the side for every region he visited?

Okay, that's not likely. Ash isn't like that.

Misty was sure that despite his general density, his actions spoke louder than his few words on the subject. For example, just seven months ago, he had briefly returned to Kanto and shown up on her doorstep. As soon as Misty swung the door open, he'd nearly knocked her over with the force of his kiss. He then said, "Hiya, Mist. Let's go get some cheeseburgers! I'm starved!"

Misty had no objections and she had happily picked up Pikachu from where he was standing next to Ash on the porch and skipped away.

But now, as she waited for his impending visit once again, she wasn't so sure. Having known Ash for several years, she thought she'd be able to decipher him better than this, but she really had no idea. She had tried to talk to Daisy about it when she woke up on the day of his arrival, but that went no differently than usual.

Daisy glanced at the clock. 11:55.

It's never too early for a drink, she reasoned. She saw the sleepy Misty who had obviously just wandered out of bed enter the kitchen.

"Morning, baby sis!" she cried, pouring herself a glass of coconut rum.

"Daisy?" Misty rubbed her forehead. It seemed to Daisy she'd been awake for far longer than she'd been out of bed. "Can I ask you something?" Daisy sipped her drink and nodded.

"Isn't it a little early for liquor?" Daisy giggled at her sister.

"It's five o'clock somewhere, Misty."

"Of course it is," Misty muttered. "But do you think Ash likes me? Like, really likes me? Love-likes me? And do you think he's just too dumb to tell me so he just treats me like his girlfriend? Maybe he doesn't realize that you have to define the relationship."

"He hasn't DTR-ed?" Daisy gasped, horrified. "Misty, he HAS to DTR! Otherwise he could just be with any girl he wants!" Misty rolled her eyes.

"Daisy, you're so dumb."

"Maybe you should just, like, go read this month's Cosmo. That always makes me feel better." Misty rested her head in her hand and leaned against the counter.

"Already read this month's," she dejectedly told her sister.

"Hmm, well, Misty maybe you're, like, just worrying about this too much."

"What are you saying?" Daisy took a rather large gulp of her drink, as if preparing herself for what she was going to say to her younger sister next.

"I'm saying that it, like, shouldn't even matter."

"What?"

Daisy downed the rest of her drink before replying with a totally straight face, "It's not like you're in love with the guy or anything."

"That's a sick joke, Daisy."

The oldest Waterflower laughed melodically and retrieved a small shot glass from the cupboard. She filled it nearly to the top and pushed it with her manicured nails over to where Misty sat at the kitchen counter's bar.

"Drink up, little sister."

Misty tidied up her bedroom in anticipation of Ash's arrival later that day. She was positive they'd end up in there eventually. Of course, Ash would probably want something to eat as soon as he got there. By the time he would be done, he'd be ready to go swimming in the gym's pool. And then he'd be so tired that he'd pass out on the couch. And then he'd probably wake up in the middle of the night and visit with Misty.

Or "visit" with Misty. It could go either way.

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Around eleven that night, after hours of talking, teasing, and splashing around with the Pokémon in the pool, Ash was just as tired as Misty had previously predicted. The pair was sitting close together on the living room couch of the adjoining apartment to the Cerulean Gym watching The Princess Bride (a movie that Ash could watch over and over again, for some odd reason). Pikachu slumbered in on the chair next to the teenagers and Ash slung an arm around her shoulders before absorbing himself in the movie and passing out not fifteen minutes later. Misty rolled her eyes and threw his arm off her. She stood up, turned off the television, and picked up Ash's legs so she could throw them on the couch. Knowing he'd sleep through anything, she grabbed the pillow she'd been holding in her lap and threw it at his chest. Careful not to wake the adorable Pikachu, she grabbed the afghan off the back of his chair and draped it over Ash's face. Satisfied with her work, Misty took one last look at her sleeping boyfr—lover—friend?

The redhead sighed. She still had no idea.

As she trudged up the stairs, she felt the waves of sleepiness crashing upon her.

Man, Ash really wears me out. I guess that's what happens when you feel the tasking emotion of love for someone who's already so high-energy.

She made her way past her sisters' rooms—she really didn't want to know who was making the muffled moans on the other side of the wall, but had a sickening feeling it was Violet and her unnamed lover who were right next door to her—and scurried into her own room before promptly disrobing and changing nto her night clothes. Considering the August heat was very unkind to Cerulean (but kind to the eyes of the men scoping out the city's beach babes), she simply slept in a sports bra and her most comfortable pair of workout shorts.

However, as soon as her head hit one of the fluffy pillows on her full mattress, the sound of a knock reached her ears. She muttered several profanities as she flipped a lamp on, opened the door, and growled a dangerous, "What?"

Ash Ketchum sheepishly rubbed the back of his hatless head and blushed upon seeing her lack of clothing.

"Is that what you...sleep in?" Misty looked down.

"A sports bra and shorts? What's wrong with that?" Misty caught a glimpse of something delightfully strange in Ash's lowly illuminated eyes.

"Nothing, it's just-"

"Ash, you know how I like to dress. Especially in the summertime. It's hot and I just want to sleep, alright?" Misty cut him off abruptly.

"No, I mean-"

"And if you think you can tell me what I can and cannot do, well, you are in for a big surprise, mister!"

"I have such a sexy girlfriend."

Ash's hands were grazing the exposed skin of her hips and his lips were on hers before she could say anything else. He kicked the door close with his heel before feeling himself be pushed backward onto Misty's bed. Misty jumped on top of him.

"Come on, Mr. Pokémon Master, let's have a little fun before we go to sleep," she winked. Ash gulped and smiled widely before his lover added, "but a little less fun than whoever's screaming with Violet in the next room over."

Ash's smile faltered almost imperceptibly. Misty rolled her eyes before leaning down to kiss him again. There was no way she was just letting him have it after months upon months of not knowing if he was even her boyfriend.

Misty sighed into his mouth.

One day, Ashy-boy, when you're a little less of a dumbass and a just little bit wiser.

Ash is such a boy sometimes. But Misty is pretty stubborn. XD Besides, I don't blame Misty for feeling like Ash was hard to figure out. As girls, even the simplest of boys confuse us sometimes. :)

Also as you may have noticed, I have a certain affinity with Misty calling people "dumbass," specifically Ash. Interestingly enough, however, that is not the prompt for D. XD

[Spoiler Alert] The next prompt is "drunk", I'd love to take a request on this one! Drunk is fun to write. If you have an idea, let me know, and maybe I'll either use it or somehow incorporate it into the next one-shot! Happy reviewing! :3

P.S. I hope the sort of flashbacky thing with Misty and Daisy was smooth enough.