A/N: So…you're going to be a little confused in the beginning and…a little disappointed in the end. I dare you to keep reading!

Nightmare

Night-mare: n. 1. An extremely frightening dream. 2. An event or experience that is intensely distressing.

The girl was certainly very pretty.

She had long light pink hair that curled down her back and large green eyes that sparkled when she laughed. Her skin was completely flawless and her black dress fit her so perfectly that even though it was a little on the short side, it still looked decent on her. The worst of it all is that when Misty made her way to the snack table she accidently bumped into her and was pulled into a conversation. She happened to be really sweet and genuinely nice and she was extremely pleased to meet her. Because she was Ash's best friend and he talked about her all the time.

"Oh. Well, he's a jerk too. That's why I yell at him all the time." The redhead giggled nervously, twirling her finger in her drink and sucking off the punch when she brought it out.

"He only ever tells me the good things about you so you don't have to worry. He says he wouldn't be where he's at now if you hadn't been there to coach him."

"That's what best friends are for I guess," Misty smiled, disappointed that it was completely fake and that she couldn't even be happy for the young boy. She was relieved when Dawn approached and took the girl into a different topic, one they seemed to both enjoy so she could excuse herself and make her way out of the stuffy room. The most heartbreaking part of it all was that this was all her fault.

If she hadn't been so stupid she could be the one introducing herself to all of Ash's new friends and telling them how he's so kind and that he appreciates them all. Not another girl. Not someone so much prettier. If only she had realized sooner, if only she could bring back yesterday.

With a sigh she stumbled her way up the stairs and slipped into his bedroom, closing the door softly before leaning against it and closing her eyes. His smell intoxicated her senses, and she allowed it to soothe her breaking heart which was crumbling even now. To think his scent never changed from the woodsy and cinnamon smell that just seemed to be his natural odor.

"Misty?"

Her heart jumped from her chest as she opened her eyes to the sound of his voice. He was on his hands and knees and appeared to be searching his closet for something.

"Oh. Hey Ash," she mumbled shyly, setting her punch on his dresser and making her way over to him. It was like an obstacle course really, the way his clothes were strewn all over the place and causing her to trip in her heels. Why did she wear these stupid things anyways? "What are you looking for?" She asked instead, finally managing to sink onto the floor beside him.

"Um, I couldn't find the right shoes to wear," he said gently. She could tell that he was a little hesitant. He must find her being here a little awkward; she questioned why she even came herself. With a huff she glanced at his attire and smirked before digging through his shoes so that she could pull out his black sneakers and hand them to him.

"This will go perfect, since you're not dressed so fancy and all," she giggled watching as he frowned at her and grabbed his shoes from her hand.

"You're not so dressed up either," he mumbled falling on his butt and began putting on his shoes. Misty bit her lip feeling a little hurt that he hadn't noticed how much effort she actually had put into her appearance tonight. Sure she was wearing skinny jeans that were a little ripped up and a white tank that was really pretty much plain, but she was wearing white heels and she had let her hair loose. It was actually slightly waved as it fell around her shoulders and she was wearing makeup.

"I guess you're right," she frowned, struggling to get onto her feet and keep her balance.

"What'd you have to drink?" He laughed, his dark brown eyes sliding from her shoes and slowly making their way to her own eyes.

"The stupid punch that Brock made so shut up. I'm not a pro in heels so don't judge me," she defended, smiling as she began towards the door.

"You know I'm kind of surprised you're here. I didn't think you would ever speak to me again," he said as she placed her hand on the door knob. Her breath caught in her throat and she lowered her head, struggling to hold back the tears that suddenly threatened to fall from her eyes. For a moment she remained silent, trying to regain control of her emotions. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have brought it up," he said quickly. She was probably breaking his heart too she realized.

"Were best friends, right Ash?" She asked softly, taking a deep breath.

"Yeah of course. At least…if what I said hasn't ruined it."

With another deep breath she spun around and forced a pretty smile onto her face. "Then I will always come for you. It doesn't matter what happens between us, I'll always be there for you. You'll never really be alone because you'll always have me."

She stopped suddenly, shocked that she allowed herself to say such things. She was surprised she had said that, especially when she had hurt him in the most possible way. He looked bitter too, the way he was glaring at her from where he sat on the floor. She flinched as he got to his feet in a rather irritated mood and brushed out his black and white button shirt before looking back at her.

"I don't think I'll ever really have you, will I? You made that loud and clear a month ago," he replied. She swallowed the moisture in her throat and clasped her hands together in a nervous habit. How she wanted to tell him that she changed her mind, that she had been so wrong and that she had been incredibly stupid. She hadn't been ready to admit how she really felt about him, and how she hadn't been ready to jeopardize their relationship as strong as it was, even if he had seemed to be. "Even though…I really wish I did."

"Ash I-"she stopped as she saw the hopeful look in his eyes as she began to speak with her pleading tone. This could be the night, she thought sadly. It could be the night where he ended her living nightmare of them not speaking to each other, and living each day regretting that she had told him no. This could also be the night that he would break someone else's heart, someone incredibly loving and beautiful and someone who really deserved him. Because that girl had known that he was special and that he would really make a good boyfriend. "What about Rose?" She said gently, letting her head drop so that she could gaze at the floor. "You love her don't you?"

He wasn't answering so that could only mean that he did. And he deserved someone like Rose anyways, someone who would always stay by his side and give up their own dreams just to be with him. Not her, not her who was stubborn and thought her gym was more important and her dream was just as good as his. He didn't really need a redhead who yelled out that if he really did care for her, why he doesn't just give up his own dream.

She began to tremble, she realized in embarrassment. Her tears began to fall and she brought up her hands to wipe them away, and unfortunately she couldn't hold back the sob that fought its way out of her throat. And just like that she fell apart, crying out loud and falling to her knees because her legs refused to hold her up. She gasped as his arms were suddenly around her and was bringing her against him so that she could bury her face into his chest.

She wasn't sure how long it had been, or how long they sat there clinging onto each other, with her clutching onto his shirt and sitting in between his thighs and leaning her body against his while he held her with one arm wrapped around her waist and the other running its fingers through her orange locks. It was comfortable, and it felt right to her. But she couldn't steal him from that beautiful girl downstairs. She knew that. She knew she had had her chance for his heart and she had blown it.

"I love you," he whispered suddenly, making her eyes widen in surprise. Her fingers tightened against his shirt and she tensed in his strong embrace.

'Y-you can't," she replied with a sniffle and shaking her head. "You can't love me. Were best friends," she argued stubbornly. Why did she allow herself to get his hopes up again? Why couldn't she had left it where it had been a month ago when she had refused him the first time and sent him home so that they could ignore each other?

"Not this again Misty!" He brought his hands to her shoulders and pushed her away slightly so that he could look into her eyes. "Don't do this to me; don't lie just to save a relationship that isn't even real."

Misty brought her eyes to his and tilted her head slightly in confusion. What did he mean not real?

"I asked her to fake it so I could get you jealous," he muttered with a slight red hue to his cheeks. "I just thought that maybe you might come around if you realized I had moved on. Or that you might think you might have lost me…well, it was mostly Dawn's and Rose's idea, but I liked it."

Misty blinked at him stupidly, forgetting her tears and feeling anger begin to bubble throughout her body. "You mean to tell me that you put me through all this pain just so I would admit to being in love with you?" She asked, trying to conceal the rage that was just bursting to come out.

"Uh…yes?"

"Ash Ketchum, you inconsiderate jerk!" She screeched pulling out of his arms and rising to her feet. "Do you realize how awful I felt! Do you realize how much I cried over you and your new girlfriend!"

"You're the one that rejected me! I could move on if I wanted too! You don't realize how much pain I went through! It was a freaking nightmare!" He shouted getting onto his own feet, towering over her as anger blazed through his eyes.

"A nightmare! A nightmare! Put your feet into my shoes and think how I must have felt thinking that maybe I did lose one of the most important people in my life! That maybe I had made the worst mistake in my life thinking I would be alright without you. Psh, a nightmare. I was the one in a living nightmare." She sighed and softened her gaze so that she could put a small smile on her face.

"Good thing were both awake now huh?" he chuckled, running a hand through his messy raven black hair.

"Yeah, good thing," she blushed as he approached her so he could take her into his arms again.

"I love you Misty," he repeated, placing a soft kiss on her cheek.

"I…I love too Ash," she smiled; gazing into his eyes and watching them sparkle with admiration. "I always have," she admitted shyly.

"I knew it," he laughed pulling her tighter into his embrace. "By the way…you look really pretty tonight."

A/N: I wonder how many people I scared at the beginning. I bet you all thought it was going to end sadly. If you did I sure wanna know because if you weren't thinking that, my plan was a total failure. But, I've been wanting to write something along those terms so…warning. Heartbreak in the future, if I have the guts to do it. Review please!