Well, I'm immensely displeased right now. No, not because I got my first completely negative review, no, no. But because the person who gave me that review posted a story in which they purposely wrote badly, just so they could see who would review it positively, as they said in their lookup. Yes, I am immensely displeased.

On the other hand, they told me to write descriptively, so gosh darn it, I'm putting in adjectives until my fingers fall off!

Oh, and I'm going to get lots of flames because I kinda went and annoyed flamers while I was sick, so…beware!

Disclaimer: Don't own pokémon or Full-Metal Alchemist

"So it's my sweet sixteen. I should be happy, I guess. My sisters have been treating me nicely, even calling me beautiful. I can even look in the mirror once in a while, looking at my sparkling ocean blue green eyes staring back at me, framed under long flamethrower hair, and actually say I'm pleased with my appearance. I got a car, we made the pool bigger with an outdoor area, which has been my dream for about four years now, and all is right in the world. I don't know why I'm not happy.

Forget that, I'm not fooling anyone. Everyone knows why I'm unhappy. I'm unhappy because of that no good dirty rotten (pig stealing great-great grandfather?) Ash Ketchum (oh…) from Pallet Town, destined to be the world's greatest Pokemon Master. I don't see why he won't be, he became master of my heart.

Oh, ew! That last line was worse than bugs crawling on me! Master of my heart? I have to stay away from my sisters before I'm a princess prep from fairyland for good! Romance is well and dandy and all, but this? I need to hit my own head with my mallet! (Dang it! Why does my sense of humor always destroy me?!?!)

It's kind of funny, the argument we got into that kept him from coming to my birthday party, and leaving me stranded here at the white tables surrounded by bright confetti and pink balloons by the outdoor half of the pool, while the moon's shinning this romantic light down on me like it's some hilarious joke.

You see, the funny thing is, it was about a TV show. That's right, a show. It's called Full-Metal Alchemist, and we got into an argument about it that hit a little too close to home. Here, let me elaborate:

We were sitting on that green velvet couch (you know, the one in every freaking house in the pokémon world?) that had become our home on weeknights once my sisters had come back from a busy night of party crashing for our daily dose of recorded shows. Ash would be stretching out, as usual almost kicking me off the sofa in the process, through I'm pretty sure that was on purpose.

There's these two characters in that show, one's name is Edward, more commonly known as Ed and the other's called Winry. Edward is a stubborn, headstrong, rush into battle without thinking type. Winry is also stubborn, but caring, thoughtful, and likes to hit Ed with a wrench. I don't suppose you see where I'm going with this. You do? Figures. Just to finish up the equation, they fight about the dumbest things like me and Ash. Ash and me? Ash and I? Oh, I don't know!

They were beginning an argument when our discussion started.

"Hey, Ash. Do you think Winry's pretty?" I asked, looking at the blond, miniskirt wearing, small top dressed girl. (Hmm, sounds like Misty when the show started…except with shorts instead of a skirt.)

"Lust is pretty," he said without removing his eyes from the screen.

"You're just saying that because her boobs are absolutely out of proportion and she's got to have a push up bra on or something. She's like the old version of Barbie if Barbie was human sized. Oh, and on top of that, she's wearing a skintight uniform." I accused. He continued to mindlessly shove popcorn into his mouth, chewing with his mouth open. "Close your mouth, Ash. You're in the presence of a lady."

"Manners, Shmanners! I don't see any ladies," he argued around am mouthful of food. I pulled out my mallet. "No! I'm sorry!" He whimpered. I sighed and put the mallet away. We made a rule that I can't hit him if he apologizes. Stupid idea, isn't it? "And I'm allowed to look at Lust, aren't I? I'm a guy. I mean, they named her Lust for a reason."

"Yeah, but what about Winry?"

"I guess she's nice," Ash shrugged. You see, and this is where all the trouble began. For some reason I'm not really sure about, we sort of, well, took on the roles of the characters. Every insulting thing he said about Winry felt like a slap across the face, and, you know, sometimes these things just get out of hand.

"Just nice? Come on, I think she's pretty. Just because she's a tomboy doesn't mean she's not pretty. And from the looks of it, so does Ed."

"You think Ed likes her? Nah! He's a state alchemist, he could have an hot, gorgeous, easy girl he wants. Why would he go for anything less?" He scoffed, playing with his hat.

"Why shouldn't he like her?" I said, my voice beginning to take on that familiar twinge of anger. "She's pretty, right? I mean, it's not like she's drop dead beautiful, but she looks pretty nice and not a whore, even if her outfit is kind of revealing. She just wears it because it's comfortable. And they've been friends forever! Why wouldn't he fall for her?"

"Lust isn't a whore! And not everyone falls for their best friend, Misty! Sometimes your best friend is just your best friend, especially when they hit you with something like a mallet all the time, and never give you any support!" He shouted, his eyes finally off the screen and glaring at me.

"Oh, she's not good enough for him then? She's just a next door nobody?"

"Exactly!"

"Well if that's how you feel, maybe you shouldn't be in here anymore."

"Maybe I shouldn't!" He jumped up and stormed out the door, the ever faithful Pikachu on his heels and leaping up onto his shoulder.

And that was the stupid argument that stopped him from coming to my sweet sixteen. Stupid, isn't it? Here I am, in a beautiful white dress at an almost over party with my fork repeatedly stabbing a piece a cake," I sighed, looking at Natty.

"Okay, when I asked you what's wrong, I was just hoping you'd say something like I really shouldn't eat this cake, and I could take it from you. I saw it on Boy Meets World once, I was hoping it would work now. So, can I have that?" She pointed to the mutilated cake.

"How can you be so cold?"

"I just want some cake!" Natty snapped. "Here comes your boyfriend, so go away and gimme that!" She snatched the cake from the plate and ran, leaving me to look over at a smiling Ash, in a tuxedo.

"I know you must have a lot of offers tonight, but I don't suppose you'd dance with me Miss Waterflower?" Ash asked.

"No," I said stubbornly. "The party's over and there's no music. What's the point of dancing?"

"I could sing," he suggested teasingly, straddling a chair and resting his arms on the back in a relaxed position.

"That just turns me off to the idea even farther," I said, starting to smile. I caught myself and frowned. "Go away, Ash!"

"I saw that!" He shouted happily. "I got you to smile, I got you to smile!" He sang, poking my arm and trying to get a rise out of me. I continued to frown. "Not having fun?" I didn't respond. "Ah, jees, I'm sorry I missed your sweet sixteen, Mist. But I want to make it up to you, let's dance. Please?"

"Not even if you paid me," I snarled.

"One dance? I implore you to join me on this splendid example of a dancing arena?" He laughed. "I looked up all of those words for you in the dictionary. And you know I'm not very good at reading."

"Fine, Ketchum. One dance and you'll leave me alone?" I said, standing up and smoothing the dress around me.

"Sure, but I'm warning you. I'm like a Pringle you can't have just one."

"Ash, the motto for Pringles is once you pop you just can't stop or something like that," I said, a smile working onto my face.

"Oh, that's not what I meant," he laughed nervously. Ash leaped up and grabbed my hand, dragging me over to the boombox. "Any song you prefer, m'lady?"

"Cut the sweet talk and hit play," I said.

I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to move it, move it. I like to, move it!

Ash and I exchanged confused glances at one another. Then, at the boombox, back at each other, boombox, each other, and finally we couldn't hold it in anymore and burst out laughing. The cloud of tension just sort of lifted from our shoulders, just like it always did.

"So, change the song?" He laughed his finger already pressing the skip button. I nodded and wiped the hair from my face, my laughter subsiding.

We're soaring, flying. There's not a star in heaven that we can't reach. If we're trying, then we're breaking free!

"NO!" We both shouted, remembering the night May made us watch High School Musical until we could recite it without a single hesitation. We both dove for the button and pushed it, praying the song would stop.

You're beautiful, that's for sure.

"I'll take it" I nodded, walking out onto the dance floor.

"Misty, you're supposed to let me lead you out there!" Ash shouted, running up to me.

"Well, that would be romantic. But not everyone falls for their best friend," I said, a little sting still lingering in the words. Ash put his arms around my waist and we started to dance. Nothing from him, nothing from me, just the occasional sound of splashing pokémon in the pool and the blaring boombox in the background. Finally, Ash muttered something under his breath. "Hm? I couldn't hear you."

"Maybe Ed does like Winry," Ash whispered, his face bright red. My face began heating up as well.

"It's pretty obvious Winry likes Ed, don't you think?" I murmured, suddenly finding my shoes extraordinarily interesting.

"To everyone but Ed," Ash said, trying to laugh through the awkward moment. I opened my mouth to add something else, but he cut me off. "So, would Winry go on a date if Ed asked her?"

"I'm not sure, probably," I began to look up from my feet.

"If she said yes I bet Ed would pick her up at eight. You know, if she thought it was okay and all," He said nervously.

"Ash? Are you asking me out?" I grinned teasingly. He blushed and began to stutter. "Because if you were, I'd say yes."

"Maybe," he said. "How awkward do you find this?"

"A little," I admitted. Ash began to smirk a bit, and shifted his hand from my waist to his shoulders and gave a vicious shove backwards, sending me tumbling into the pool and the ice cold water. "ASH KETCHUM!" I screamed, he burst out laughing.

"Happy sweet sixteen Misty!"

"Hey, you didn't get me a present!" I complained with a grin, beginning a backstroke to warm me up.

"Sure I did! I got you the greatest gift of all…me!" He proclaimed.

"What are you, ten?" I huffed.

"I hope so, we had more fun when we were ten. I was an idiot, but I was a fun idiot. So come on Misty!" He held out his hand. "Pull me in and we can be ten again. It'll be fun." I snickered and yanked him in.

I watched him pop up for air and spread my arms like I was Vanna White and showcasing myself. "I'm not ten. I'm a beautiful girl with a handsome boyfriend! I'm a fabulous sweet sixteen."

Wow, hello cheesey ending. You know what, blame my teachers! They gave me three freaking exams on one day. And if I got two questions wrong on CPR, I would've flunked the exam and the course and they wouldn't have let me move up! How evil is that? Leave a review and maybe and idea or two!