Characters: Misty, Brock.

Genre: Humor, Romance.

Shipping: Pokeshipping.

Notes: Yes, this little shot right here is based on an episode of Pokemon, with a girl named Temaru. If you haven't seen it, you're in for a surprise! Read on, my friend!

"Make a move, Brock!"

"But I don't know how! Do you even remember why we're here, Misty?"

"Dear Mew, this will take forever."

A frustrated redhead plopped down forcefully onto a chair and rubbed her temples. On the other end of the table, the spiky-headed Pokemon breeder Brock sat on the other side, and it seemed as if he were drawing a complete blank.

"Okay, listen...out of the millions of girls you've liked, THIS ONE ACTUALLY LIKES YOU! So what do you do?" Misty tried to soften out her tone with a sweet note, she tended to get overstressed at dire situations.

"I...um..." Brock's hand absentmindedly reached his neck as his face flushed with embarrassment.

"Why don't you recite one of your many famous love poems you told Nurse Joy before?" Misty suggusted in a bright tone, her eyes lighting up for a second.

"Um...which one?"

"Er, I don't know...just pick one!"

"But, um, er...I don't remember them!"

Misty was ready to explode into a billion pieces, and they would notwant that to happen, because once her pieces flew everywhere, they would not be able to find every last bit that flew everywhere, therefore they would not be able to put her back into Misty Waterflower, thus...Misty's death.

Wait...did she really just think that? How disturbing. Back on task,Misty thought.

"Okay, now you literally just forced me into the lecture, even though I didn't want to have to come to this. I know you're really nervous since you probably don't know what it's like to have a girl like you back, and guess what? I don't either. So make the best of it and just test the waters, and see what she's like, if you don't soon you'll miss the opportunity! If you miss the girl, YOU'RE NOT GONNA GET ANOTHER GIRL FOR YEARS!"

"What!" Brock shrieked, his face twisted into misery.

"Exactly, don't want that to happen now do, you?" Misty told him, trying to sound taunting, but really she was just stifling giggles. Brock was one of the best friends she ever had. The tips of her mouth sloped downward in frown as she realized what she was really talking Brock into doing. "You know...I know how it feels."

"Huh?" Brock looked up in surprise.

Misty stayed silent for a moment, and then the hairs on her back stood up as a cat's would, suddenly realizing the fatal secret that escaped her lips.

Brock almost laughed. She might as well of had a thought bubble on top of her head saying..."Oops!"

"How would you know, Misty?" Brock decided to tease her, pretending to casually ask it as he held his head up with his hands.

"Well, you know, um, I've...I've like heard it...I could um, relate...I mean, I...yeah, I've heard...about..." Misty was ready to kill herself. And the burning sensation across her skin proved it.

"You do know that I know, right?" he asked her.

"Know what? I have no idea what you're talking about," she muttered in a dissmissive tone, standing abruptly from her chair, ready to get back to the tea with Ash and Temaru, where they were supposed to be.

"Are you really gonna make me say it out loud?" Brock asked knowingly.

"Okay, FINE! Whatever," Misty whispered/yelled through her clenched teeth, which was getting kind of painful.

"You do realize he likes you back."

"Mmh..."

"Hey, are you listening? FINE, I'M GONNA YELL IT, MISTY LOOOOVEESSS-"

"DEAR GOD I GET IT, DON'T YELL!" Misty used a firm hand to clamp it over his mouth, later made a disgusted face and wiped it off on his shirt.

She gave him a look.

He gave him a look.

They laughed.

Sure, there was the classic main girl of a golden trio that had a close bond with the hero, who were bound to be lovers someday...but who could forget the heroine's best friend and the hero's beloved sidekick?

And Misty was glad Brock was the sidekick, he wouldn't really be better any other way.

She rolled her eyes as she thought having guys as friends were so much better than girls. Or, maybe that was just because she was a tomboy.