Egoshipping Strawberry
Yes! I managed to type up a chapter this weekend and just to let you all know, school has started and I need all my grades this year so updates may take a while.
Disclaimer: Who actually owns Pokemon? 'Cause I don't...
Chapter 2: An Old Friend
Misty waved a hand in front of Gary's face, which snapped him right out of his shock. "Gary? Are you going to start driving or... Should I walk?" Misty asked.
Gary looked towards her. "No, making someone walk is just not very courteous of me or. So where did you say you were heading to?"
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After what seemed like a long day to Misty (oh wait, it was because she got up early), she finally made it back to her new home. She didn't even bather to take her grocery to the kitchen, the first thing she did was lie on the cream coloured three seater couch. Her eyelids were feeling pretty heavy and before she knew it, the weight was lifted due to the fact thayt her eyes were shut.
Thirty minutes later, Misty woke up to the sound of her phone ringing. She got and attempted to walk up to the phone but she then realised that she should've dealt with the groceries earlier because when she got up, she tripped over one of the the bags and fell on the other two which contained lots of fruits and a carton of eggs. But by then, the phone had stopped ringing.
Misty let out a frustrated sigh and lifted the bags into the kitchen and started to unload them. She hoped that the perishable produce were still safe to eat but she missed out another possibility: squished vegetables and cracked eggs. Almost all the fruits and vegetables were squashed or pushed out shape in one way or another, thus making it no longer edible- well in Misty's opinion anyway. She stored away the one bag of food that was unaffect by her trip and grabbed her keys before she left.
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Misty sighed as she held her paper bag of groceries towards her chest. She walked slowly for no apparent reason though she was a bit upset with the majority of the food from her first trip to the supermarket being ruined and all. It was starting to become pretty quiet except for the occasional cars passing by; it was at times like these that she wished she had a car. But then again, she was from Cerulean City and unlike Pallet Town, Cerulean city had frequent bus and train services: hence why she didn't have a car- or a lisence for that matter.
Misty looked up from her bag to the surroundings: no one there but a supicious looking man. Just by looking at him, Misty could tell that he was not a good person and she had also seen things like this happen in a movie before: first, he would carefully eye her up; then he would stealthily stalk her and when she runs, she'll reach a dead-end and she could kiss her pride and dignity goodbye. Misty shivered at her own thought and tried to show no signs of fear. She didn't run nor attempt to pick up her pace; instead she kept her head up in a manner that said 'I'm not afraid of anything' and continued to walk at a comfortable speed. But, there was one thought that stuck to her head: 'Where's my mallet when I need it?!'
Her fear was finally starting to get the best of her and before she knew it, her brain had already sent out some electrical pulses to her muscles in her legs, making her speed up dramatically. Although, Misty was atheist, she started to mentally pray that the man wasn't a freakish stalker who was going to rape her in an alley or something along the lines of that.
Just then, a small siver car pulled up beside her and the window on towards the pavement opened. She looked towards it and saw a black clump of hair poke out of the open window.
"Hey Misty." the clump greeted.
The voice sounded familiar to her but she wasn't a hundred percent sure of who it was until she she crouched down to the car's plane. "Tracey?" she asked- just to be sure.
"I thought that was you." Tracey said as he tried to open the car's door for her. "Get in." he ordered her, nicely.
Without missing a beat, Misty climbed into the car and shut the door. At last, she felt safe. "I'm so glad you showed up." Misty said quickly, " That man over there," she indicated towards the man leaning against a brick wall by the alley way entrance, "I think he was stalking me." she tried to explain, only to have Tracey laugh at her.
"That guy?" Tracey pointed at the same guy as Misty. "He's a Magicarp salesman."
Misty stared at him in disbelief. "Come again?"
"He. Is. A. Magicarp. Salesman." he repeated slowly.
Misty felt rather silly now for accusing him of being a rapist or something along the lines of that.
"So where are you heading? To your new home?" Tracey asked.
Misty nodded. "Yup. And seeing as you're my first geust there, I'll make you dinner." she offered which Tracey happily accepted.
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After making and eating every single bit of Misty's homemade dinner, both of them sat on the couch with a cup of tea in their hands. Tracey had to admit that Misty's cooking was not bad at all. If you minus the burnt taste, it would've tasted even better! But still, he was thankful that Misty had even invited him for dinner (which involved going to her house where she stored mallets of all shape and sizes)!
"So I hope you enjoyed dinner tonight." Misty said as she placed her practically empty teacup on the coaster that was on the retangular glass coffee table in front of them, along side a simple brown wallet.
"I did. And I know I've said this already but your cooking is much better than what I thought it would be."
"Thanks. I kind of suprised myself too." she replied modestly.
"That would explain so much, I mean, I don't remember you ever taking an interest towards culinary arts in any way." he commented honestly.
"Yeah, usually my sisters would make dinner and now that I've moved out, I either have to learn to cook or eat more take outs." Misty shrugged as if to say that it didn't really bother her to cook or to eat unhealthily. "Actually, I have to call my sisters soon, you know, just so that they know I'm safe."
Tracey put his cup on the table and stood up. "I should get going too." he headed towards the door.
Misty followed his actions. "If you must but it was fun having you over. We should make this a regular thing." Misty suggested- mainly out of politeness.
"Okay. See you around." and with that, Tracey left.
Now that she had a chance to catch up with Tracey, a good friend, she finally felt that tripping over one bag of grocery and falling onto the rest was worth it. Maybe her luck was turning again.
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The next morning, she woke up feeling like she actually slept in a place that was safe to call home. After yesterday's long day, she made sure she switched her alarm clock off last night before she went to bed so that she could sleep as much as her body desired; that would be just over half a day. But the consequence of that was that she woke up with a headache... just not as bad as someone elses...
Oak Mansion... Gary's room to be precise...
A hand slammed the bed side table. "Why isn't there a cure for a hangover?" Gary asked himself.
After looking in his medicine cabinet in his ensuite bathroom and realizing that there wasn't any left, he woke and spent a good deal of time on his hair before he ventured off to buy some.
It was almost mid-day when Gary arrived and found the location of all the medicine at the local supermarket. His hand reached out for the last box of pills that he found effective for killing hangover headaches with. When his hand made it to the box, another hand just so happened to be reaching out for it. He looked up to meet the gaze of...
"Tracey? What are you doing here?" Gary asked as his hand retreated.
"I could ask you the same thing. I thought you were suffering from a major hangover after your late night out with Monica." his hand, like Gary's, also returned towards its owner's body.
"I was bu-" he stopped to look at the owner of the hand that took the last box of pills.
"Misty?" both boys said in unison.
Misty looked at them. "You guys came to the supermarket to talk?" she looked at them. "It didn't look like either of you guys were going to but them." she pointed out.
Gary looked down at her. "You have a hangover too?" he asked her, a bit suprised.
"No. I just have a really annoying headache. It's been bugging me since I woke up" she said as she clutched her head.
"Maybe you didn't sleep enough?" Gary offered.
Tracey straightened up and looked at Misty apologetically. "Maybe I should've left earlier last night."
Misty shock her head. "No, it's not your fault, I slept over twelve hours and by the way," Misty put her hand in her pink fleece's pocket and fished out a brown wallet. "You left this at mine last night."
"So that's where my wallet was!" he exclaimed as he took it back, "Thanks."
Meanwhile Gary stood between them and watched their little exchange. 'Since when were Misty and Tracey that close.' he thought, 'And what did they do last night?' he looked at them as they blabbered on... 'Why do I even care?'
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Well that's the end and I still don't know who owns Pokemon but I do know that the hi-jacking scheme is back on! Please review: Gary would love you for it! :)
*silver-hedgehog
