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AAML & minor DAML (sorry it sucks. I don't know how to fix it. It's probably because I suck at sports.
The two teens lay down, feet facing opposite directions, shoulder to shoulder, looking up at the bright,, summer sky. It was a record breaking hot day out. Ninety nine degrees, the first time in the high nineties for darling little Pallet Town. "On the count of three, Ash, we put the leg closest to the other person up in the air, wrap it around the others, then pull really, really hard to flip them over. That's how you win."
"I've got a bad feeling about this," Ash said timidly to Misty.
"Oh, shut up. My cousins and I do this all the time. If a girl can do it, you can do it too," she huffed. Misty locked elbows with Ash and counted. "One, two, three, go!" The legs went up in the air and locked. A second later, Ash was on his stomach, moaning. "Damn it, Ash. You didn't even put up a fight. You went right over. You'd figure with all that running you do you'd be a little better at this. Turns out, you're weak all over. Couldn't even beat a girl."
"What girl?" Ash snorted. "I fought against a scrawny red headed boy."
"Brock, will you referee a wrestling match between Ash and I?" Misty asked sweetly. Brock, Tracey, May, Drew, Max, and Gary all sat on the white picket fence, looking down at them. Brock shook his head disapprovingly. "How about a samurai sword duel to the death?" Another shake of the head. "A boxing match? Knife throwing? Sharp shooting? Daggers? Bow and arrow? A pillow fight? A battle of wits?"
"Misty, something Ash has a chance of winning. Does battle of wits scream "Ash's Sport" to you?" Brock scolded. Misty giggled.
Suddenly, the thunder of rapidash hooves came up the road and a fabulous white stallion pulled up beside them. "Oh, that's freaking awesome. Talk about your, 'hi, ho, silver!'" Natty giggled excitedly. "Guys, guess what I found?"
"Your maturity?" Drew said dryly. May pinched her boyfriend's shoulder, making him yelp. "Ow! May, that hurt, dammit."
"Don't swear."
"Why would I even want to find my maturity?" She snorted. She cleared her throat and smiled at the rest of them. "Er, yeah, hi. Uh, I was wandering around the preserve…well, not so much wandering as running from angry beedrill, and I found an abandoned football field and, just to make this as unbelievable as possible, it was actually located right next to the huge ass lake I never knew we had, a three mile track, and ancient prophecy stone. Sure, sure, all the pokémon were saying "Don't throw it in that lake, you'll release the demon spirit of Kantanshanakashawn!" but, please, like that thing actually exists."
"What was its name?" Tracey asked.
"Kantanshanakashawn," Natty repeated. "Don't make me say it again. So, who wants to play football with…with four on four teams…" She trailed off and groaned. "Crap. Great, now I've got to warp it even more. I wish I was more creative than this. By the way guys, I also found a box full of flag football flags! That was, we don't have to play tackle football! We can play flag football!" She smiled brightly and nodded at her accomplishment.
"I don't really like football," Ash began to moan.
"After that f—king set up you're going," Natty snarled. "You got it? All of you! What the hell? I mean, you think that I'd go through all that and do something else entirely? You all freaking know the drill so get up and let's go play flag football."
"I call score keeper!" Max shouted. Natty glared at him. "Glare all you want, I'm still the score keeper, and you're going to have to run. I win."
"Team A, Gary, Ash, Drew, and Brock. Team B, Natty, Misty, May, and Tracey." Max announced. Natty opened her mouth. "No, don't you dare say so it's girls against guys then. You should stop making fun of Tracey, Nathan."
"Hey! You called me by a guy's name!" Natty grinned, then began to laugh. "Have I mentioned you're my favorite?"
"Too many times to count," Max rolled his eyes. "It's a tie between me and Misty. The rules are, everyone gets a flag. Boys cannot strategically place their flags, Gary," Max glared his direction. Gary looked down at his, strategically placed (if you know what I mean), and turned them.
"I don't get it," Ash said, scratching his head. "What's Gary do with his flags?" Misty groaned and whispered in his ear. "Yeah, I know, but what does that have to do with-oh!" Ash grinned and nodded. "Forget it, I got it!"
"You're a genius, Ash, really." Misty rubbed her temples. "Max, could you explain the other rules before I kill him?"
"Sure, Mac nodded. "In order to 'tackle' someone, you rip off their flags and toss them. You don't have to toss them, but you can if you want to make someone extra far. They have to walk over to the flags, sit down, and wait for someone to score. While you're sitting, you can steal flags from other players. To make this faster, do you guys want to use half a field?" Max was blown back by the loud chorus of 'no'! "But I don't know if I can see the whole field! I need new glasses and I can't play because May already told me not to do anything that involves Misty and Ash getting competitive. What if they kill me?
"I'm not after you, Mac." Misty grinned. "I'm after Ash."
"Don't hurt me!" Ash squeaked. Misty quickly pulled out her mallet and smacked him hard over the head with it. "Misty! I asked nicely. Brock, she always hits me. Can you yell at her? Please?"
"No, Ash. Get up and be a man. Misty can't beat you. You're the captain of our team!" Brock encouraged. "She can't beat us! I say we pound them into the ground, show no mercy, take no prisoners!" The other two boys glared.
"Why's Ash leader?" Gary growled.
"He doesn't deserve it," Drew agreed.
"I don't even want to be leader," Ash moaned.
"Well, if you're all so confident, let's make things interesting." Misty said, sauntering over to a confused Ash and poking him in the chest. "We'll wager something we'd never do." She thought for a moment. "If you win, I'll get you on y knees, take your hands in mine and give you a compliment. If I win, you'll do the same. Will you take it?"
"No!" Ash cried. "I didn't even wanna play this stupid game. I know I'm going to lose. Not just that, you're going to kill me if I do win. I lose no matter what I lose. Say whatever you want, Misty. I'm not betting on a sure thing, me losing!"
"Fine Mr. Pokémon Master," she shrugged, turning away from him and walking back to her team with a small smirk gracing her face. "If you don't want to do this, we don't have to. We don't have to do anything."
"Really?"
"Oh, yeah, Ash. Of course. If you're too scared, we don't have to. I just thought that a real trainer would be brave enough. I guess you don't have what it takes to be a trainer if you won't even take a harmless bet."
"I'll take you on! You and your stupid bet are going down! I'm a great trainer and I'm not afraid of ya and…" Misty smirked at him from her team. "Ah! She got me again! How does she do that every time?"
"Talent," Misty giggled, trotting over to her team. "Girls, Tracey, let's talk football. The last thing we want is to loose. I don't think I'll be able to make up a compliment for Ashy over there." The rest of them began to laugh as well.
"Ashy is my name for him! I don't use Mr. Pokémon Master, you don't take mine!" Gary shouted. He glared at Ash. "Stupid Ashy-boy."
"I'm not done with the rules yet!" Mac shouted as the two groups walked off. Sadly, our favorite character (who honestly needs more fangirls) was ignored. "Fine, go ahead and ignore the 'no tackling' rule. You're all going to be black and blue."
Meanwhile, the conversation on the boys team had begun to sway from football to females. "My girlfriend is psychotic. If someone doesn't get her out right away, she'll hurt someone," Gary tried to explain. "I know she sucks at sport, but she has a lot of glomping practice!" The boys rolled their eyes.
"Okay, Gary. We'll try and get her out first. Don't you think we should have other strategies?" Brock pulled out a board and began to write on it. "We don't want to let Misty have the ball, because she can throw, dodge, and catch. She's a slow runner, but she'll be able to dodge anything we throw out."
"We have to get her out first," Drew nodded.
"Easier said then done," Brock said mournfully. "She's probably not going to let us anywhere near the flag. We should just try and get her stressed enough that she has to pass, especially to May. May can't play sports at all."
"She's that bad?"
"She's horrible. Tracey's okay. He's the average player. Natty's pretty bad, but if we're lucky she'll forget what we're playing within a few minutes."
"So we just need to work on plays?" Ash asked. The other two boys nodded. "Bet those stupid girls don't have anything like this!"
The girls sat calmly, talking and pulling at the grass. "Get the ball, run for the goal. If you can't get to the goal, throw the ball to someone who can catch and is on your team. If you can, grab flags. Grab them from anyone. It'll help us score." Misty summed up the game for May with a smile.
"Thanks for explaining."
"No problem, and listen, no pressure. Giving Ash a compliment won't kill me. Let's just have fun and do our best."
"I like this team so much better" Tracey grinned. "The other guys are so competitive. I mean, you try your best and mess up. Then they yell at you for doing everything wrong! It shouldn't matter as long as I try!"
"Oh, Tracey, that's horrible!" May consoled. "We won't do anything like that to you. We're all good at our own thing, and if you're not good at sports, why should you be yelled at for it?" May hugged him, being the sweet girl she was, and Tracey sniffled, being the sad, pathetic heap of flesh he was.
Natty merely laughed. "Baby, baby, stick your head in gravy! Wrap it up in bubble gum and send it to the navy!" Her clever childhood rhyme was rewarded with an undeserved smack to the head, sending her toppling forward to the ground. She sighed. "One tequila, two tequila, three tequila, floor…"
"Alright, let's not hurt each other," Max explained, doing his best to avoid the bouncing girl with her hand in the air. "Let's be careful not to break any bones, scratch, hit, bite," he said, searching for other verbs. Anything to avoid that raised hand. "Ugh! Natty, what do you want?"
"When I'm tagged out, can I come sit with you?"
"No!" Max yelped.
"Aw, but why not, Maxine? I thought we were the bestest friends in the whole wide world!" She smiled up at him and hugged herself.
Max blushed, "Don't call me Maxine! Why do you want to sit with me, anyway? I'm five years younger than you! Why do you care about me?"
"I'm, like, totally your fangirl," She giggled, twirling a finger stupidly in her hair. She screamed like a girl at an NSync concert, "I love you, Max!" She screamed again, louder than before, making Max blush and cover his ears.
"I think you're scaring my brother."
"Hey, could we stay on plot? I mean, task?" Misty sweatdropped. "This one's never going to end. Ugh, I hate BSR. Can't even work a plot anymore."
"Okay, everyone. Ash's team can start with the ball. When they score, the ball goes to Misty's team. If Misty steals and scored, the ball goes back to Ash's team. Understand?" Max tossed in the football and raced off the field.
Ash tossed the ball lightly in his hands. Everyone was getting in position, and no one was particularly interested and starting the game. Brock was behind May, so he was probably the best one to throw to. Of course, he didn't count on Misty's smiling face appearing in his voice and startling him. "Hey, Ash, I'm guarding May."
"How are you guarding her? You're not even on different teams!" Ash cried.
Misty's smile grew as she easily stepped between him and Brock. I'm not letting you throw to May because she'll feel bad if Brock runs right in and takes it from her, which we both know he will. I'm keeping my friend safe from that kind of embarrassment. Why don't you throw to Tracey?"
"Why don't you try and take the ball?" Ash glared suspiciously.
"I'm a team player, unlike some people I know. I want everyone to have fun, not just us." She began to laugh. "Besides that, you're players backed up too far to hear. This was a great distraction. Just look behind you, you're flags are gone!" Ash quickly did so, leaping forward, only to discover no one was behind him, and now he felt the sudden release of pressure from his waist.
"Hey! You tricked me!" Ash cried indignantly. "Max, she can't do that!"
"Sure, she can, Ash," He laughed. "Give her the ball you're out for the play. Whatever you do, keep Natty in the game! She wants to hug me."
"I hate you," Ash said, red faced as he tossed her the ball. She caught it one handed, left handed, he noises, and played with it a bit. "Hey, I thought you were right handed." He asked, hoping he could distract her long enough to a teammate to come and snatch her flags. She didn't take the bait. Instead, she held the ball close, turned around, and barreled down the field shouting, "there's an awful lot you don't know about me, Ash!" He pouted. He didn't mind that he could loser either way anymore, but he still wanted to play.
"How'd you do that?" Brock snapped, diving for another flag. Misty went on her toes and spun out of the way of his grabbing hands, ducked under Drew's arms and raced down the last stretch of field for a touchdown. "You can't do that!"
"What?" Tracey laughed. "Be good at sports? I think she can, because she certainly is. She's gone before you even realize she's there! Are you too getting cold from the wind as she runs by?"
"Nope, but I bet they're choking on my dust!" Misty and Tracey high fived. "First touchdown! Sorry I couldn't get it to you Tracey."
"It's fine."
"I'll get it to you next time, I swear. They just wouldn't let me pass! It was bad enough I had to dodge the two lumbering giants."
"No problem," Tracey shrugged. "The whole thing is about having fun, right?"
"So does having a girl's name turn you into a girl?" Natty asked. Tracey glared. "What? You're just totally acting like a girl. It's not like that's a bad thing. I just have a problem controlling me mouth."
"Game in!" Max called.
"Hey, Drew, wanna do me a favor?" Tracey said, pointing Natty's way. Drew calmly walked by and pulled off her flags before running towards Misty, who once again had the ball. "Thank you. Natty you're out."
"For the point?"
"For the chapter!" Tracey growled.
"Aw, frick. Not again. I was banned for, like, ten chapters in a row once!" She snapped her fingers, then brightened. "Max, my love, my darling, where art thou? Come hither!"
On the other side of the field, Misty leaned back and slid over the grass, under the hands and towards the goal to score a second touch down. She fell to the ground and leaned forward, panting and gasping with the speeding heart in her chest. When was the last time she had run so much? Not since she'd traveled with Ash. "Whew, how many points we going to? How do we win this stupid game?" She leaned forward and tucked her head between her knees.
"Need water?" Brock asked, magically pulling out a bottle of water, because he has everything in his own version of hammerspace. Misty nodded mutely and took the bottle. "You have to be careful. It's been a while since you've been running around this much. Make sure you stay hydrated."
"Mmm-hmm," She said, still gulping. She fell back onto the grass with a moan, the bottle crackling as she sucked out the water without letting the air in. She dropped the bottle to the side, empty, and ran her hands through sweat soaked hair. "How can a game that goes so fast be so hard?" She groaned.
"You ready to give up?" Ash grinned. Misty glared and threw the ball at him, thumping him hard in the chest. "Game in." She blew past him once again, and yanked the ball out of his hands before it started. "Wanna go to five downs?"
"I think we should take a break. It's hot today," Brock pointed out, much like the author at the beginning of this one-shot. "Let's sit down and take a breather. It'll just be a minute."
"Oh no! I can do anything you boys can do!" She said, feeling a bit lightheaded.
"Come on, Misty. You're a water trainer. You're not used to the heat," Ash called. "Let's take a break. I mean, I could probably beat you in a wrestling match right now." He laughed lightly, but Misty wasn't laughing with him. She looked ticked. "I'm just kidding."
"What? You think you can beat me? Try it!" She shouted. "Come on Ash! Unless you're scared or something! You think you could take me on? Come on! I can take you." She dropped the ball and crossed her arms over her chest. "Forget the football, forget the teams, let's just get back to what this all comes down to, you and me! Face me, Ash. I'm tired, I'm hot, and probably dehysdrated, but, know what? I can take you!"
Ash, getting mad, decided there was only one this to do at this point.
He tackled her.
"You stole my flags!" Drew grumbled, back to back with May.
"You stole mine, why are you complaining?" She puffed, leaning on one hand. "Now I'm hot, sweaty, sticky…"
"That sounds dirty," Drew smirked, hoping to get a blush out of the girl. He succeeded. "Now that we're stuck here. Alone. You know what we could do that we haven't gotten to do in a long time?" He turned around and slowly pulled her close to him, kissing her neck.
"Huh, I was thinking of contests," She grinned. "I don't mind this though." Her eyes rolled down the field. "Drew! Ash and Misty are fighting! We've got to stop them! They're going to kill each other!" She tried to get to her feet, only to be yanked down by Drew. "Hey!"
"Forget them. If they were going to kill each other, they would've done it by now."
"Well, you have a point…" She trailed off. "We can leave them. They need to work all this out on their own, right?"
"Right."
After being pummeled into the ground, Misty began to fight back. She ripped the arm he was using to pin her down (and his main source of balance) out from under him, sending him down into the ground. He hit her stomach on the way down, practically knocking the wind out of her, not that he noticed. As she began to struggle up, he wrapped an arm around her shoulder and brought her down again into the dirt. He leaned forward, pinning her, sweating, panting. It was too hot for this, any of this. Yet, she still found a way to buck him off and pin him down, digging her knee into his rib cage. It was by no means their most aggressive fight, but it was seeming to drag on forever.
"Mercy?" She inquired.
Ash's eyes narrowed and he shoved her off of him. The answer appeared to be an obvious no. "I don't want to fight with you today. It's too hot."
"You never complained before," she growled. "You going soft on me?"
"I know I'm going to get hurt, but are you on your period or something? One minute you're happy, the next minute you're flirty, now you're ticked at me. What's with you and mood swings? Did you get on some new medication or something?"
"No," Misty sighed. "I have been moody lately. Don't get me wrong, I'm not done. I still want to beat you up, just not as badly." She rubbed at her face. "I don't know. I've been frustrated lately. The gym's not running smoothly, my sister's are angry all the time, it's hot out…" She shrugged. "I try to ignore it, I try to preoccupy myself, and I tried letting out my anger but nothing seems to be working. I think I'm stressed."
"So you take it out on me!"
"I always take it out on you," Misty rolled her eyes. "Why shouldn't I? You're an excellent target."
"Gee Misty, thanks for that," Ash said sarcastically. "I meant that that's a bad way to handle things."
"I'm open for suggestions. What's a good way to handle things?" Misty put her head in her hands and stared at him. He stared back. "I'm not joking. Give me advice. How do I stop taking my stress out on you?"
"Get a voodoo doll?" Ash tried. Misty smiled and shook her head at him. "Well, see, that's better, you smiled! Why don't you talk to your sister's about sharing shifts at the gym, and ask them why they're always ticked about."
"Because all three of them have their you-know-what's at the same time. Trust me, that's not the best combination in the world, especially when we run out of endorphin filled foods. I have to handle the gym all by myself the first week of every month because they won't help. Sure, they say they're sorry after, but it doesn't help at all. I'm not sorry for taking it out on you. You really are the best target. Sometimes you cry."
"I'll take you out."
"Where?"
"Batting cages, bumper cars, buy a piñata and take cover while you attack it?" He chuckled. "We'll get ice cream too. Ice cream sundae's with extra chocolate fudge. I'll even pay, even though you really should be the one who's paying."
"Why?" She laughed. "I'm the girl."
"But I always pay. A good friend would pay every once in a while."
"Yeah, but you don't sound like you're talking to a good friend," she laughed harder. "You sound like you're talking to a date. What now, Ash? I'm your date? You're going to take me out for a romantic night on the town and we'll fall in love?"
He let her laugh for a minute, fuming, and then decided there was only one way to shut her up. "Well, duh, Misty, that was the plan."
The look on her face made it clear enough that this was something he couldn't back down from. He had to admit, it was a nice goodnight kiss. Even if it was supposed to be a joke…
Guys, sorry this sucked. My creative juices are being sucked dry for a bit. I think it's because I'm craving action. None of the adventure fics I like are being updated (not with action) and I've run out of horror. I've been listening to the freaking 'Enchanted' Soundtrack for the last three days! I want violence, not romance…They'll come back, they always do. But I've got ANOTHER one-shot (a lot better than what I wrote here) already written and needing to be typed up. I'm writing so much I'm starting to pay attention during class!
IF ANYONE WRITES ME A REVIEW TELLING ME TO REMOVE THIS CHAPTER, I'LL TAKE IT RIGHT OFF. THIS WASN'T SATISFYING IN THE LEAST. I DID HORRIBLY, but I also have low self esteem so maybe I'm wrong (though I doubt it. I'm sure it sucks). I DON'T BLAME YOU IF YOU HATE IT, JUST BE HONEST. I'M ALWAYS LOOKING TO IMPORVE!