It's not a poem, exactly, it's a rhyming story. Bear with me. It's cute and sorta funny. Handymanshipping, hells yes!
It has dialogue, and fluffiness. Take it, darling reviewers! Do with it what you will!
AAML
Up is down and down is up,
I think a fever's rising.
He walks in through my front door and…
Oh, dear Mew, I'm hiding.
I've never hidden from a guy before!
And, dammit, it's just Ash!
That stupid, moronic, overbearing
Boy who hasn't paid the cash…
The cash for the freaking bike he owes me!
I don't care that it's practically brand new!
I still say that I get a new one!
Some kind of interest too!
I wonder how rude this really is,
Hiding from a guest.
But, then again, I just can't face him.
It's really for the best.
Oh crap, er, yay, Ash is here.
And he found me…under my bed.
I think he kinda knows I'm hiding.
But he talks of other stuff instead.
"Misty, uh, what are you doing?"
He asks in faked innocence.
"I think you know what's going on, Ash.
Not ever you're that dense!"
"I'm not dense!" He pouts with anger.
I simply scoff and growl.
"Move before I hurt you, Ashley."
He flashes me a scowl.
But then he moves away from me,
And I crawl out from my spot.
He's looking at me funny
Then I feel my face get hot.
"I just came here for a visit!"
He acts as if he'll cry.
"See, this is what you get pal,
When you're actually a nice guy."
And then the scowl has vanished
And he's petting Pikachu
So I'm feeling pretty guilty.
"Sorry, Ash, it's not about you."
"So what's got your panties in a knot?"
He asks without a care.
"You know, you're really not supposed to talk
About a girl's underwear."
"Fine," He rolls his eyes at me.
"What's wrong in your life?"
I wrinkled my nose,
"Tracey's the husband, Daisy's the wife."
"You don't want us to talk about it,"
He hummed, scratching his head.
Ash taps a thumb against his temple.
"That's why you're under the bed!"
"Yep, you caught me," I snapped and shouted.
I wish I could crawl back to my spot.
"And I really don't want to talk about it.
So, please, can we not?"
"You don't want Tracey as your brother?"
He teases with a smile.
"Don't make a face. Sit next to me.
We'll be talking for a while."
So, with a huff I settle down,
My knees curled beneath my chin.
I close my eyes and brace myself
For the lecture to begin.
"It's not that I don't want him here,
You know I love the guy,
It's just…when he's with Daisy…"
I trail off with a sigh.
"It's been getting me so crazy!
I don't know what's wrong with me!
I just don't want him on a branch
Of my stupid family tree.
"It's like some family incest orgy!"
I explained, getting ticked.
"Damn it, Ash, I know it shouldn't,
But the pairing makes me sick!
"Romance in general is getting gross!
I think we should just dorp it.
Daiz and Trace? Blinded by love.
Come on, Ash! We've got to stop it!"
He blinks at me with strange, strange eye,
Then turns to his best friend.
They begin a conversation
I have to wait for it to end.
But they finally look back at me,
Pikachu's eyes looking straight up,
"Mist, I just don't think it's right,
You know, to try and break them up.
"Tracey's so in love with Daisy!
And you said she loves him back!
Besides, Misty, you have been wrong-"
He was silenced with a smack.
"What'd you go and hit my head for?"
He whines and rubs the spot.
"Is it because I said you're not always right?
Man! Your temper's hot!"
He grinned and made his muscles tighten,
Ready to sprint away,
"Hey, you know what else is hot?
What Trace and Daisy do all day!"
I give an angry, freaked out yell,
Leaping from the bed.
We topple down into the carpet,
Banging both our heads.
"That's sick and wrong, you little pervert!"
I scold, though I smile.
We a groan he then replied,
"We'll be here for a while."
Ash talk about why it's normal.
Their relationship that is.
For some strange reason I start to notice
How handsome Ash's face is.
Though his face is still too boyish,
It has a sort of charm.
And as I realize I might be…crushing
My mind sets off an alarm.
I shake it off and tilt my head.
"So…what the hell did you just say?"
I think this relationship has traumatized me!
I just can't focus today!"
He looks up for a moment,
He doesn't mind he's pinned.
Though most boys fight and scream,
This one has never dinned.
"Okay, alright, I'll start again.
But this is the last time I do.
There might be something wrong
Because you're looking funny too."
I raise a fist above his head.
"I'm looking funny, Ash?"
"Okay, Mist, not like that.
Let's not do something rash."
"Rash means something without a plan,
It's rushed and done on whim.
Trust me, Ash, there's a plan."
That's when I went to hurt him.
"Misty, what the hell?" Daisy growls,
Looking from the hallway.
I laugh nervously and pat his cheek.
"How are you this lovely morning?"
And she still looks awfully angry.
Awfully freaked out too.
So with a bright smile I confide,
"Big sister, I love you."
"What are you doing?"
He voice is harsh and cold.
"The same thing I've been doing
Since I was ten years old!"
Her face seems to turn a sickly pale,
Though I'm no sure why,
But with the way she's staring,
She'll either scream or cry.
"What, exactly, do you mean?"
She asks, her voice down low.
"Explain, like, what's going on,
And, like, try to say it slow."
"It's just what it looks like,"
My voice not without a bite.
"It's like what you do to Tracey
After you and I fight."
Her face seems only to turn paler,
I think she's freaking out.
I turn her out for a single moment.
I always do when she starts to shout.
"Okay, what have you been screaming?"
I ask her, my head turning to the side.
"If it's nothing too important
Uh, I'm kinda committing homicide."
"Hold it," She says,
Her hands shake in the air.
"What, like, are you doing?"
Her hands run right through her hair.
"Hitting Ash," I say and shrug,
Poking his squishy cheek.
"Hey, that hurts!" He cried out lightly.
I glare; his cries grow weak.
"I know I'm not supposed to,
But he's dense and such a dork!
I mean, this kid still likely thinks
That babies come from storks."
"Not that stupid," He says, dejected,
Frowning under me.
"Besides, I know where babies come from.
And so does she and Tracey."
"See, Daisy! Listen to him!
He keeps saying that kind of stuff!
I can take it once or twice,
But I think he's done enough."
"Hey, I only said it once before.
That's when I got under her."
Then he raved and ranted all about me,
And finished with a contented purr.
"She wants to break up you and Tracey!"
He declared with loads of pride.
"Go ahead and ask her!
I swear I haven't lied!"
"I'm just glad that's, like, all you're doing."
Daisy gives her tongue a click.
"From the way you two were sitting
I thought you were doing it."
I watch as Ash's face takes on a blush
And I know mine looks just as red.
The only defense that I can think of?
"We…we would've done it in my bed."
She shrugs and laughs, "I guess that's true,
Like, little sis, and you would've locked the door.
But with the shit kids do nowadays,
A girl can't be too sure."
So we're silent for a moment,
A mix of relief and joy,
Then Daisy pipes up,
"How 'bout you get off the boy?"
So I flush again and leap up,
Watching Ash stumble to his feet.
"You guys should talk about your handyman,
And how he's turning up the heat."
"What's there to say" I ask to no one,
A false smile as my sis.
"I don't like it when you hug.
I get shivers when you kiss.
"You freak me out, to say the least.
Every time you're holding hands.
To drown out your stupid flirting
I listen to boybands.
"And I'd rather hear the Backstreet Boys,
The Jonas Brothers too,
Anything is better than you saying,
'I love you'.
"But you wouldn't you feel weird?
What if we had a brother?
I fell in love with my sibling,
And then I became a mother…
"Well, you'd really have to think about it.
What he did to me in bed.
Wouldn't you get angry,
Having those thoughts in your head?
"But you can't exactly yell at the boy,
Because you still love him!
And if one gets their heartbroken,
…Though the odds are slim.
"Well, who could you ever side with?
How could you dare decide?
In the end someone is happy
And post trauma someone's cried.
"Then you feel so guilty,
Like you had chosen the stupid side,
And then you feel so bad that you
Want to run and hide!
"Then some dumb kid finds you,
Curled under your bed,
Trying to think of good things
To get the guilt out of your head.
"The whole thing's just plain bad luck.
Crap, I think I'm-" I cry.
I reach up and swipe away
At the tears falling from my eye.
"I'm just…sick of people getting hurt!
You cry and then I see you…
He called you too shallow,
You said he's ignoring you."
"Then…I'm caught in the crossfire!
I have to choose who's right!
Hell, Ash and I argue
But no one else gets in the fight!
"I can't stand the screaming, Daisy!"
And now I scream myself.
I stomp over to my corner and
Grab my bag up off the shelf.
"So, Ash, where's you next adventure?"
I ask confused brown eyes.
"Well, I should say our adventure."
Confusion to surprise.
"No! You can't come with me!"
He gasps in slack jawed wonder.
"Er, not that I don't want you there!"
An attempt to fix his blunder.
"You can't just from things."
He tries to explain again.
"I'd love to have you with me,
Like, you know, we're ten."
"You know that I really missed you,
Just like I missed Brock and Tracey,
But now you're ditching Daisy,
Don't you think that's pretty dang hasty?
"So, no you can't come with me.
But you can't sit here and wail.
I'll be out on my adventure
Walking on another trail."
"And once you sort this out,
And I know that you can do it,
Cuz you're pretty and charming and sweet and nice,
And you know that-ah, just screw it!
"When it comes to love you're not half bad.
You'll fix them up just fine!
And if you come because you want to come
I've got no problem for next time!"
And I smile, half noticing,
Daisy's out the door.
I can only see her feet
'Cuz my eyes are to the floor.
I'm sorta kinda…blushing.
I can't help it that I am.
It sounds like Ashton like me.
So I'm as happy as a clam.
"What's with that expression anyway?
Um, I mean, you've got pretty eyes."
Well, of crap I think I just said
the inside on the outside.
"Uh, I guess I mean I'd love to go.
This whole thing's screwing up my brain.
Hey, Ash, I'll wait in here.
Go in back to train!"
I turn away too quickly.
My bag joins his on the floor.
As I kneel down to pick it up
I muse racing rudely out the door.
"I do make you clumsy," Ash said,
Sitting on my right.
"Huh, I guess I was wrong.
Brock wins another fight."
"Ash, what are you ranting about?"
I blow hair from my face.
"So I drop a freaking bag for once!
You trip all over the place!"
"Yeah," He laughs, "I know I do."
He agrees and and lays right down.
"It's just weird 'cuz you get flustered
And always drop stuff on the ground!"
"When have I ever-"
"Altomere," He smirks in my direction.
"Remember when that someone showed me,
Er, a nice sign of affection?"
"You mean Bianca kissed you."
I confirm in a murmur.
"Well, if you really want to know…
I don't think it was her."
Now, this is a little shocking,
And I'm not all that easy to surprise.
But though I glare into his face,
It's not another lie.
"How come? You didn't feel the fireworks?
They weren't flashing in that air?
And before you say a single word,
I'm neither jealous nor do I care."
Which, of course, is a total lie.
Of course I freaking care!
Girl came right up and freaking kissed him…
And Brock and I were sitting just a few feet from there!
"She didn't say a single word,"
He continued with a shrug.
"And from what I saw she's not a girl
Who likes to kiss or hug."
"I guess that's true, you're kinda right
But you're going way off track.
You started with me being clumsy.
Let's try to work our way back.
"She kissed me, you remember that.
Do you know what you let go?
That screaming little Togepi!
But Brock put on quite a show-"
"Can you freaking focus!
I don't know why I talk to you!"
But even as I say it I regret it cuz…
I do.
He's handsome and he's charming.
I simply love his hair.
He's got a cute laugh and smile and,
Mew, he really cares!
He holds people in his heart,
Near and dear and sweet.
And when he tries his hardest
The boy just can't be beat.
And I don't know when it happened
And I really don't know how
But I'm crazy in love with Ash Ketchum,
It's finally just hit me…wow.
Misty's fallen in love with a dork,
And I think it's kind of fun.
The realization's kind of stunning,
That I like the Chosen One.
Mew! It's just plain weird though!
To really understand…
All this heart-beating and palm-sweating
Is due to my boy turned man.
"Hey, Misty, I was wondering."
He began quietly.
"If next time that I dropped by
You'd…come away with me?"
"Like, maybe on your journey?"
I asked, just as weary.
The few seconds before he answered
Have never felt so scary.
"Yeah, on my journey.
And…I sort thought
That everyone now and then
We'd run off without Brock."
"You mean, like, on a dateish thing?"
I ask, teeth biting in my cheek.
"'Cuz I might be ready in a month,
Give or take a week."
"I think I could be here then,
Give or take a week."
The he looked at what I'd been biting on
And quickly kissed my cheek.
He blushed and pulled away a bit.
"I've been waiting to do that…"
And with a twist the cap was mine.
"You can have my hat."
Then he laughed and shook his head,
Like he did through all the times.
"Hey, that was pretty funny, Misty!
What I just said rhymes!"