Egoshipping Strawberry
Chapter 4! Yay! It would've been up a week ago but I was too sick to do anything but you have to forgive me because I didn't tell you lovely readers my deadlines so I guess we're neutral...
Disclaimer: I really don't like not being the creator... It means I have to type thi part!
Chapter 4: Why Do I?
After standing in one of the aisles of the supermarket talking for long enough, Misty, Tracey and Gary finally agreed to buy the last box of pills and split it before they all headed to the Oak mansion.
Misty sat on one of the armchairs with a mug of hot water in sitting on the round table that was at the side of her seat. Gary had chose to lie across the largest couch, causing all the vacant seats to be occupied. Tracey had left the two of them so that he could tend the Pokémon, like how he did almost every other day.
It had been a while since they had taken the paracetamol and their heads had all calmed down from the annoying throbbing sensation.
"Gary?" Misty said.
Gary jerked his head up slightly, indicating that he was listening.
"You know how I guessed that you'd spend your nights out partying?" Misty asked. She didn't proceed on until she got a "Uh-huh." from Gary. "Well, I just wanted to say that I was right."
Gary shook his head at her comment. "You know, Gramps was pretty angry about the broken statue." Gary confessed, which made Misty a bit guilty.
"That was an accident." Misty defended shyly.
"That's what they all say." Gary commented as he sat up and adjusted the spikes on his head.
Misty stood up. "What is that supposed to mean?" she asked as she stood with her hands on her hips.
"Nothing." Gary said, "... Much. I just wanted to see how guilty you were."
Misty let out an annoyed groan and allowed herself to fall back onto her seat.
A silence then crept its way in between them, that is it remained until the professor started to call Gary's name.
He responded to it by excusing himself from the room before he left but re-entered again after a few minutes with the professor behind him. They looked like (and sounded like) they were discussing something that was a serious matter, so Misty decided to sit quietly and remain still, before she ends up breaking another one of Professor Oak's beloved statues.
Gary and Professor Oak stood by the bookcase that was filled with many ring binders and chatted away diligently while referring to some of the data that was stored on the ring binders.
Misty watched as the two went on and on. She took in Gary's sharp features that made him a total hottie: his long brown spikes; his mesmerizing cyan eyes (A/N: Yes, I did my research. Gary's eyes are cyan); his perfectly toned body that clung to his perfectly fitting shirt and his- wait. Did Misty really just think all of that?
She shook her head in a desperate attempt to rid the thought of what she really thinks of Gary. After all, they did go down that road before and after they went out for like a day or two, then finding out that he was her internet nemesis didn't turn out as well as one would think. So Misty concluded in her thought that she would not like to go down that road again, plus he was taken anyway.
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After staying at the Oak mansion for about another hour or so to have a nice relaxing chat with Tracey and Gary too, she decided that it was time to leave, allowing Professor Oak to put his guard down- he had stood right beside the fire place the whole time, after he realised that Misty was there.
Back at home, Misty started to prepare dinner. Although the hour hand on the clock had barely reached five thirty, Misty decided to start to cook, knowing that cooking wasn't exactly her forte. She was only able to cook last night because of Tracey's assistance.
She looked in her fridge for possible dinner products. She scanned the inside. "What do I want for dinner now?" she asked herself out loud before she decided that she didn't want to cook; she'd much rather order a take-out and sit in front of the television for a change.
Misty looked out all the fliers she had received since she had moved here. In the space of two days, she had had six different menus slipped into her mail slot. She didn't even get that many when she lived in the city!
Anyway, Misty had a quick read at all of them. Two of them were for Italian food, one was for Chinese, one was for Japanese and the last two were for Indian. It didn't take long before she decided that Japanese food was the winner and picked up the phone.
She dialled the number but nothing. The other end was engaged and by now, her craving for Japanese food was getting stronger.
The solution was simple...
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"Welcome." greeted the waitress to the most well known Japanese restaurant in the whole of Kanto. "Table for one?" she asked Misty, who just simply nodded. "Table or Booth?"
Misty looked around the very modern place. If you sat at a table, then you'd get privacy but you'd have to order everything whereas if you sat at the bar, you could grab what you want easily due to the rotary sushi bar. But on the contrary, you might have to sit next to a total stranger.
She made up her mind rather quickly. "Booth" she answered.
Misty settled on her seat and reached out for a small plate that contained some salmon sashimi and a small bowl that had some hot miso soup. She hadn't felt this relaxed since yesterday in the strawberry field with Gary... Wait. Did she just think of him in that way again? Misty found that slightly worrying but shook the thought out of her head.
But not for long because right at that moment, his distinct voice could be heard. Misty whipped round at the sound of it with a smile, only to realise that around his arm stood his girlfriend, Monica.
Misty felt a sting of disappointment within herself but what could she possibly do about Gary's viscous girlfriend? Perhaps what she said was only a one off.
The waitress led them towards the rotating bar and before she knew it, they were sitting next to her.
'Oh God' Misty thought to herself, 'This is just my luck.'
"Misty?" he said.
Misty forced a smile and looked up. "Hi." she greeted semi-cheerfully but deep down, she wished Monica would go away... Misty mentally slapped herself; she was doing it again.
Monica sat on the seat next to Misty's before Gary could, which only made Misty even more nervous.
'This is going to be a long dinner...' thought Misty as she pulled a face while looking away. She turned back to face them after she mentally encouraged herself to stop be such a coward, after all, Monica was intimidating but Misty could do worse (if only she had her mallet). Misty was going to show both of them exactly how mature and sophisticated she could be.
Misty lifted the small glass pot of green tea. "Care for tea?" she asked.
Gary moved his small white cup with blue rim towards her while Monica just sat there awaiting her tea.
'I'll show them that I have manners and I can do this right.' Misty mentally thought as she started to fill up one of the cups.
But like Misty thought before: just my luck. It really was.
The over-sized handle of the teapot slipped against Misty's dainty fingers and poor Monica. Her long silky smooth legs turned red due to the contact with the scolding tea.
This time Misty didn't mentally slap herself; she mentally dragged herself to an alley and beat herself up with her largest imaginary mallet while in reality, she looked stunned at Monica, allowing more tea to spill on her lap. She was in trouble anyway so there was no harm done in holding it a few seconds longer before stopping.
Gary looked at Monica's legs, stunned (which is not his usual expression when he looks at his girlfriend's legs).
"I. Am. So. Sorry." Misty apologized, making every word in her apology as clear as can be.
That went well...
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Poor Misty and ouch for Monica but I bet you guys like to see her suffer anyway... So that shall compensate! Later
*silver-hedgehog
