Misty's p.o.v.
When I realized exactly what I was doing, I broke the kiss. He looked up at me with a goofy grin and a huge blush.
"Ash-?" "I'm sorry. I, uh, yeah..." he cut me off. I rolled back over and started to think.
'Why did he kiss me?'
'Why did he ask that dumb question?'
'Why does he have to make everything so awkward?'
'Why does he have to be so damn hot?!'
...
I tapped Misty's shoulder lightly. No answer. I rubbed her arm sweetly. I started to massage her back. I heard a soft snore.
'Great. I put her to sleep!' I yelled at myself. I heard some quiet giggles bbehind me. I rolled over to see Brock, covering his mouth trying not to laugh. I rolled my eyes.
"Suh-moooooooooooooth!" He laughed.
"Shut it, no eyes!" I hissed.
"Oh snap!" He giggled.
"Why did she kiss me, then start to ignore me?" I asked Brock.
"She is probably just a bit weirded out! If I were you, I wouldn't be worrried," he replied.
"Maybe, or maybe she feels like she's about to vomit. Cuz that's how I feel," I moaned.
Brock went back to laughing and I started to think.
'I had to ask that dumb question!'
'I had to kiss her!'
'She had to kiss me!'
'I had to fall in love, ' tthat's when sleep overtook my body.