Very quick fic. Mostly dialogue. Little description. Here, take it.
"Oh yeah? Well…you're scrawny!" Ash snapped.
"Well you're…you're a pokémon master wannabe!" Misty retorted.
"Oh yeah? Well…you're scrawny!"
"What are you, a broken record?"
"What's a record?"
"It's a primitive CD player. My Dad used to listen to them all the time. Anyway, you're such an idiot!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Am not!"
"Are too!"
"Why do we have to fight all the time?!" Ash shouted, he's screaming now. So's Misty.
"I don't know! I don't want to! We're friends!"
"So why do we fight?!"
"Maybe it's because I like you!"
"Oh yeah? Well maybe I fight because I like you!"
Misty (still screaming with anger, by the way) said, "So are we going to go on a date?!"
"Maybe we should!"
"Where are we going?!"
"Maybe some fancy French restaurant you like!"
"Good! Pick me up at nine!"
"I will!"
"Good!"
"Great!"
"Don't be late!"
"I won't because I like you!"
They storm off.
Brock gaped. "….that…was so weird…"