Chapter 4
Misty had been mentally kicking herself all week for passing up the opportunity of getting to know a really goodlooking and sweet guy. As the days wore on, she felt even more like a fool when she knew Brock was never coming back.
Two weeks had passed since they were at Naval Island and Misty was almost certain that Danny had forgotten about her. She was certainly certain that Brock had. She hated that everytime she thought of Brock she thought about the way he made her feel, the way he coaxed her body into such a sensation. She couldn't get it out of her mind.
They arrived on an Murcott Island. The rest of the island was covered by mostly forest, and much to Misty's dismay, bug Pokemon, but there was a fairly large town right by the shore. Misty decided it would be best for her just to stay in this town if Ash and Tracey decided they wanted to go out and catch Pokemon. She had no interest running into any bugs.
There was a small open-air bar on the beach. Waitresses in tiny skirts served drinks to customers, and Misty almost wished Brock was here so she would make some snarky comment about his falling all over himself trying to get their attention. She felt a mix of jealousy and homesickness as they walked further into town.
"I bet there is a lot of interesting Pokemon to catch," Ash said, looking back behind the buildings at the dense forest. "I need to keep a variety if I want a good shot at beating the next gym leader and getting my 5th badge!"
Misty rolled her eyes. "Ash, can't we stop and relax a little first? I'm hungry."
"You always want to stop and relax!" Ash said. "You know, without Brock around, we actually haven't been relaxing as much. I've gotten more done since he's been gone."
"Can we not talk about Brock, please?" Misty asked.
"Why? I thought you liked Brock. He was always the one who would convince me we should slow down so we could eat, or rest," Ash looked at her. "Why do you hate him all of the sudden?"
"I just do, OK?" She walked ahead of him and Tracey trailed behind with Ash.
"Ash, haven't you noticed that Brock is a touchy subject for her?" He asked. "He must have really hurt her feelings. Everytime you mention the guy she goes from being somewhat happy to being outraged."
"Well, yea, I've noticed she's been acting different since he left," Ash shrugged. "I think she just needs time to adjust. Brock's been with us a long time."
"Do you think it was possible that she had feelings for him?" Tracey asked, and Misty grew angrier by the second. She could hear every word they were saying.
"Misty? Like Brock?" Ash laughed. "No, no, no. They totally didn't have that kind of relationship. It was more of a big brother little sister kind of thing. Brock usually goes for older women. Pretty women. Misty isn't very-"
"I can hear you, Ash Ketchum!" Misty spun around, raising her voice. "And for your information, I'm too pretty for Brock. I had no interest in him whatsoever, so you two can stop your gossiping."
Tracey knew she was lying, but Ash looked up at him and smiled. "Told ya! Anyway, I'm going to go out and look for some bug Pokemon to catch. Are you two coming?"
"I'm definitely out," Misty answered, not looking behind her. Ash then looked at Tracey.
"Well?"
"I think I'm going to stay in town and get some food, keep an eye on Misty, make sure she stays safe," Tracey said, and Ash sighed.
"Alright, Pikachu, looks like it's just me and you, Buddy," Ash said, heading off into the opposite direction.
Tracey caught up with Misty and walked along side her.
"I really don't need you to look out for me," Misty told him.
"Well, maybe I just want to spend time with you," He said, feeling a bit nervous. He wasn't exactly the type of guy that knew how to talk to pretty girls. That was one thing he hated about that Danny guy. He totally stole all of Misty's attention. He was glad Ash kicked his ass.
"Wouldn't you rather be catching Pokemon?" She asked, looking up at him, stopping by a palm tree.
"Not really," Tracey said. "We haven't had the chance to really hang out. Just me and you. Ash seems to always be around."
"I know," she said, blushing. "Do you want to go inside here and maybe get something to eat?"
"Sure," Tracey said, smiling, his heart starting to race. They were seated immediately at a corner booth, and had a moment to look over the menu. It mainly served bar food. Chicken wings, tater tots, french fries, sandwiches.
"Hello, welcome to Seaside Paradise bar and grill. My name is Ross and I'll be taking are of you to-" He stopped when he saw Misty and he smiled. "Hey...Misty!"
"W-what?" She asked, looking up at him. "Excuse me, do I know you?"
"Ross Proctor," he said, leaning on the table. Tracey wanted to stab a knife through his hand.
"Doctor Proctor?" She smiled and stood up. "How have you been?"
"Oh wow, lots of things have happened over the past couple months. I moved and I came to the islands. I just love the beach, love this town," He said, his eyes trailing up and down her body. "Wow, wow, wow. You have grown up some."
"Thanks," she blushed and looked over at Tracey. "Oh, Tracey, this is Ross. We met him back in Kanto about a year ago now. Ross, this is Tracey."
"Ah, boyfriend?" He asked, shaking Tracey's hand.
"Uh, no," Misty answered, too quickly for Tracey's liking. "No, he's just a friend. We're traveling around the Orange Islands so Ash can win a gym badge."
"Ah, very cool," Ross finally let go of her hand and let her sit down. "Can I start you off with something to drink?"
"Coke for me," Tracey said, flatly, wanting him to just go away. This was supposed to be his time with Misty.
"Me too," Misty said, and Ross smiled and rushed off.
"Do guys always flirt with you like this?" Tracey asked, forcing a smile, but he was angry inside.
"Well, not usually," Misty said, looking down at her menu thoughtfully. "I usually got ignored."
"Who would ever ignore you?" Tracey asked, looking at her from across the table. She was absolutely stunning. He had thought so since that morning inside the bar on Valencia.
"I guess when there are lots of pretty girls around to flirt with, I just got pushed in the background," She looked down at her menu. She always did this. Her mind always went back to Brock and she hated it. Tracey was her friend and she knew he wouldn't mind if she vented to him, but she just didn't want to be that girl anymore.
He was probably fucking Professor Ivy right now as she sat here on the verge of tears over him with a cute, nice guy sitting just across the table from her. She could be so stupid sometimes.
"Well, whoever he is, he sounds like an idiot," Tracey smiled at her and surprisingly, she smiled back.
Ross came back with their drinks and smiled over at Misty.
"What can I get you two for dinner tonight?" Ross said, pulling out an order pad.
"I'll have the Citrus Chicken sandwich," Tracey said, looking up at him, hoping he wouldn't stick around to flirt with Misty.
"And for you, Pretty little lady?" Ross leaned in, winking at her.
"Uh...Cheese fries," she said, handing him the menu.
"Very good choices. The citrus chicken is to die for, and the cheese fries are the best I've had on the whole island," he took their menus and smiled. "I'll get these out to you as soon as I can."
"I wonder how Ash is doing," Tracey said, taking a sip of his cola.
"Oh, he's fine. There was no way he's dragging me into the dark forest with all of those bugs," Misty said, shuddering. "Usually when Ash is doing something I don't want to do, Brock and I..." She stopped.
Tracey looked at her. "What?"
She fiddled with her straw wrapper for a second or two before answering. "We just used to...just go for a walk, and talk for what seemed like hours. Sometimes we would get lost together and have to find our way back."
"Misty," Tracey started, reaching across the table and grabbing her hand. "Did you think of him as more than just a friend?"
"We should talk about something else," she said, pulling her hands away, blushing a little.
"I'm sorry, I don't want to get too personal, it's just you seem to have a lot of anger towards him," Tracey mentioned. "I don't really take you for the angry type of girl. I'm your friend, I want to be a better friend. Someone you can talk to, like you used to talk to him. If something bothering you, I'd like to help, if I could."
She smiled at him. "I don't want anything getting back to Ash."
"It won't. I promise," he said.
"I was in love with him," she said, in one breath, quickly and easily. "One day I just woke up and I realized that I had fallen in love with him at some point. He never really reciprocated those feelings, or at least I thought...and then, the night before he left to stay with-" she paused, she didn't realize how hard it was to say this woman's name.
"Professor Ivy," she cleared her throat. "He kissed me, and he touched me, and I've never felt that before. With anyone. He was passionate, and warm."
Tracey didn't like to hear how another man had made love to the girl he was crushing on, but he knew she needed to just get it out.
"Were you a virgin?" He asked.
"Oh, I still am," she said, blushing a deep red. "We didn't have sex or anything...we just...kind of did. I don't know how to explain it. Does that still make me a virgin?"
Tracey smiled and rubbed her hands with his thumbs.
"You're a virgin with a taste of sex on your mind," he said. "You crave it now. Once you have that feeling, you can never really go without it."
Misty felt her heart skip a beat when she saw that look in his eyes. It was the same look Brock gave her before he pushed her down on the sand and ravished her body with kisses. Pure lust.
"Misty," Tracey felt a boldness come over him. "I-"
"Hey!" Ross said, coming over with a trey of food. "Here you are!" He gave Tracey his food, and then Misty, refilling their sodas.
"Thank you," Misty said. "This looks delicious!"
"I had them put extra cheese on for you, because you are a special girl," Ross winked at her, and then smiled over at Tracey. "Holler if you need anything else."
"Will do," Misty said. "What were you going to say, Tracey?"
"Uh...nothing," Tracey said, waving his head and picking up his sandwich. "We'll talk later."
Misty was grateful to get off the subject of Brock while they ate dinner. She had told one of her traveling companions about the deepest secret she had, and now it was time to talk about something on a lighter note. She told him about her family, funny childhood stories, and even how her mother is suppoedly the worst mother in the world, according to her sisters, who left her when she was only three years old. She barely remembered her.
After dinner, Tracey excused himself to the restroom and Misty waited at the table for him to return. She saw Ross coming over to check on them.
"How was everything?" He asked, collecting their plates.
"Oh, it was incredible!" Misty replied. "Too bad Ash missed out on this!"
"Yea," Ross nodded his head. "Uh, so, I don't want to get personal or anything, but did that...tall guy and you never work out?"
"Tall guy?" Misty asked.
"Yea, the big tall guy, dark skin, muscles, a little bit older than you," Ross sat down across from her.
"Oh, Brock," she said, not knowing how he always seemed to come up in conversation. "We didn't date or anything like that."
"Wow, that surprises me," He shrugged. "He kind of put off the vibe that you were his girl. I mean, yea he flirted with Jenny, but it was just the way he acted around you. I was for sure he liked you, I kinda got the feeling you liked him, too. That's why I didn't flirt too much, I didn't want my ass kicked."
Misty looked at him, rather surprised. "He left us to stay with...Professor Ivy." She barely could say the woman's name without wanting to shove a fork into the table.
"Oh, I'm sorry. I don't know why he would do that," Ross said, looking at her, his eyes glued to her chest and then back up to her face. "I know the Professor. You beat her hands down, Sweety."
"Really?" She asked, sounding a little too eager.
"Oh, yea," Ross shook his head. "You have the perfect body and a beautiful face, and your funny and smart. If only I were a little younger, maybe you would have given me a chance. And maybe if Brock wasn't around, I would have asked you out for pizza instead of Nurse Joy. That date went horribly by the way."
They both laughed and Ross looked back at the bar.
"I gotta get back to work soon, and I'm pretty sure your friend is coming back any minute, but just to let you in on a little secret," Ross said, leaning across the table. "Tracey is totally into you."
Misty blushed and Ross stood up. "Bye gorgeous. I hope I get to see you again soon."
Tracey rounded the corner and saw Ross leaving the table with the plates. "I got the bill," he said, reaching for his wallet.
"Thanks, Tracey," she smiled at him and he left a crappy tip on the table. That lousy dollar was still too much for someone who so blatantly flirted with his date. And he was considering this a date.
When they got outside they met Ash, who was excitedly jumping up and down. "I caught a Pinser, you guys!"
"Awesome," Misty said, half-heartedly and Tracey grinned, putting his arm slyly around MIsty's waist.
Ash sighed. "What is going on with our friends, Pikachu? They are acting so weird, lately!"
...
Brock laid back against the pillow next to Felina, trying to catch his breath. She leaned over and drew circles on his chest with her finger.
"You wanna try for round four?" She asked, kissing his neck.
He grinned and wrapped his arm around her waist.
"I need a little bit of a rest," he admitted, staring up at the ceiling fan. His thoughts immediately went back to Misty, and that fantasy he had in his mind about making love to her. He could feel himself getting aroused, and he was amazed because he really thought he couldn't go anymore.
Maybe he just couldn't go anymore for Felina.
She laid her head on his shoulder and closed her eyes. "Brock?"
"Yea?" He asked, being pulled back into reality.
"Do you see me when we have sex?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbows.
"Felina, babe, of course I do," he chuckled and put his arm around her, rubbing her bare back.
"I just...notice right before you are about to finish you seem to zone out," Felina looked up at him. "You're not thinking of...her...are you?"
"Look," Brock said, suddenly feeling very guilty. "I haven't thought about Misty since that night on the beach. And that was just the heat of the moment. I'm with you."
"Do you love me?" Felina asked, her eyes were serious.
"Felina," He sat up and looked at her, propping his back up on pillows.
"Why wouldn't you love me? I mean, the sex is great. I'm beautiful. I let you play with my big tits whenever you want," she smiled and rubbed them, sitting up on her knees.
He smiled and took an appreciative glance. "Love takes time, Buttercup."
"What if I told you I was falling in love with you?" She asked, leaning over to kiss him.
"I think you just like young men," he pulled her closer to him and kissed her on the lips, soft and slow. "You hungry? I'm always hungry after sex." He stood up and grabbed the television remote.
"Sort of," she responded, curling up back under the blankets. "I'm hungry for more of your cock."
Brock smiled back at her, and pulled on a pair of gym shorts. "Yea, I bet you are. I'll go downstairs and get us some nachos or something. See if you can find something good on TV."
"Alright," she said, flipping channels mindlessly. She was hurt and saddened that she couldn't get him to tell her he loved her. Maybe he didn't, maybe he did. He was so hard to read sometimes. However, she was positive of the fact that she had fallen in love with him. She was old enough to know the difference between being in love with the sex and being in love with the man, and she was definitely in love with both.
The triplets were already downstairs playing a game of monopoly. Brock smiled at them as he entered the kitchen.
"Hey, girls! Whatcha doing?" He asked.
Charity adjusted her glasses. "Playing monopoly. Want to join us?"
Faith nodded and smiled at him. "Yes, please do."
"We'd love that," Hope chimed in.
"No, thanks, Girls. Maybe another time. Felina's wanting to spend some time with just us," Brock said, popping some nachos into the microwave.
"You two are always together," Faith said, sounding disappointed.
"Yea, why don't you spend some time with us?" Charity asked.
"Yea, and keep your shirt off!" Hope spoke up.
"Hope!" Charity and Faith both yelled in unison.
"What?" She asked, looking over at Brock and blushing.
Brock smiled at her back. "You girls are funny. Do you want me to make you anything to eat while I'm down here? I can make those pizza biscuits you girls love so much."
"No thanks," Charity said. "I know how the Professor gets when she doesn't get her time with you. She gets very grumpy in the morning and makes us clean the whole lab."
"Alright. Well, how about some kool-aid?" Brock said, pulling ice out of the freezer. He was surprised by the fact that he was actually trying to find a way not to go back in that bedroom again. He loved the attention, but his body physically needed to rest.
"We got some sodas today at the market. We're OK on drinks," Charity said, rolling the die.
"Alright, well, you girls have fun then." He said.
"Bye, Brock!" Hope said, staring at him as he went up the stairs. "Oh, The professor is so lucky. He's a dreamboat!"
"Hope, that's what you said about the last boyfriend the Professor had," Charity moved her piece across the board.
"Yea, but Brock is just...wow," Hope leaned her cheek on her hand. "Do you think we'll ever find boyfriends?"
"Not if we keep fantasizing about all of the professor's boyfriends we won't," Faith said, paying Chairty a 20 for a space she landed on.
"I don't think they are going to be as hot as Brock is, anyway," Charity sighed.