Characters: Ash, Misty
Genre: Hurt/Comfort, Romance
Shipping: Pokeshipping
Notes: I literally relate to Misty so much it hurts. I see their relationship as her always trying to convince herself that she didn't like her idiot best friend, and him always sending these frustrating mixed signals and it's just terrible.
Every Saturday evening you and your best friend would visit each other.
The said best friend was Ash, whom you've known for longer than you can remember. Well, you can remember, but you'd like to think that you've been his friend for longer than anyone else. You'd like to.
Ever since you both parted ways, in a morose way or not, you had concurred to have a simple get together every week to keep in touch.
All your friends would scoff and make fun of you, with comments like, "You two should go out already!" or "What do you do with him alone, anyway?"
The irritation you feel for them borderlines the depths of hell, but you withstand it, because he's your friend.
Your friend.
One Saturday, you quickly realize that things have not been going well for the both of you.
You had been losing gym battles all in a row, and he's hit a similar block, and you know that even though he said he was fine.
You only roll your eyes when he says that. No one is ever "fine" when all they do is sulk and murmur conversation.
The afternoon was coming to a close, and you checked your watch, which was starting to glow as the sky dimmed into warm sunset colours.
Seven fifty three P.M. was the time, and you knew you had to take your leave.
Usually it would be a reluctant leave, with him joking about having you stay over, laughing over your latest insider, or just silent content from having a wonderful time.
It wasn't like that today, of course. You sigh, hoping that this is only a bad day.
You stand up wordlessly and head to the door, where he had already been standing. "Well, I guess I'll see you."
He stares for a moment with his dull copper eyes. "You could just stay, you know."
And this froze your brain completely.
He's said it before, mostly jokingly, but he sounded quite...serious this time.
You manage a smile, and mutter, "I can't."
He smiles a bit and you light up a little on the inside, glad that he's starting to feel like himself again. You light up and dim down all at once, because those feelings that you had always harbored for your best friend began acting up, and your heartbeat accelerates and your temperature skyrockets.
"But you could."
You let out a bitter laugh.
"But I can't."