Characters: Ash, Misty, Brock.
Genre: Humor, Romance.
Shipping: Pokeshipping.
Notes: THIS HERE, MAH FRIEND, IS EXACTLY THE REASON WHY MISTY GETS SOOOO CLOSE TO KILLING ASH...but doesn't. Cue a tinkly laugh that I don't possess right here.
I was supposed to be furious.
I was supposed to be yelling.
I was supposed to be whacking that red capped idiotic trainer with my trusty Misty Mallet 2000.
"Ash, gimme the map," Brock sighed in exasperation, snatching away the map from his hands and looked at it himself. "Well no wonder we're lost."
"Huh?" I looked down where Brock was pointing. I felt my temperature zoom all the way to the top. "YOU WERE HOLDING THE MAP SIDEWAYS! YOU IDIOT!"
"Accidents happen!" Ash defended himself, shrinking back from my outburst.
"Why won't you ever let me lead, damn it!" My hands gripped his shoulders and my volume increased.
"We're not technically lost! I would've found my way out anyhow," He grumbled, crossing his arms and sticking his tongue out at me. Before I could return the gesture, Brock pulled me back by my shoulders away from him. "Enough!"
"Whatever," I said, frustrated. I crossed my arms and faced the other direction, while Ash did the same.
I heard Brock chuckling behind us. I was very tempted to do something I should not have been doing.
I cheated by peeking a little to my right, glancing at his face. Argh, how was I supposed to stay mad at someone like him? It was impossible!
No, I wouldn't let myself get stuck in the cute-trap.
Ash sent me another glare and stuck his tongue out.
I found myself inwardly swooning.
Curse you Misty, curse you.