Chapter 10- "It's Not Fair"
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Misty sighed as she stuffed her things into the bag she had brought. "Stupid Eric, running off with Stupid Gail, living Happily Ever After!" She spat, with the last part in a nasal, mocking tone. "I can't believe after how I cried… He left me with…" She couldn't bring herself to say Ash's name even though their most recent encounter hadn't been bad.
Ash sat with his head stuffed in his hands. "Well this just took a sharp turn." He muttered to himself, "And I really thought Gail liked me! But then she turns around and does this! I can't believe it." The room around him was empty. Both he and Misty had been told that she was to move into Ash's cabin by noon. "I'm going to be dreading the rest of this game now." He said as he sighed loudly and fell back onto the bed, looking at the white ceiling. The door flung open as an emotionally confused redhead burst in. She threw her bag on the couch and turned on her heel, shouting "I'm going to the beach!" on her way out before he could even answer. The door was slammed shut again, leaving a soft ring in Ash's ears.
Misty ran to the beach, utterly confused. The world was a blur around her, and she felt like she didn't belong. "I don't get it!" She shouted and felt tears well up in her eyes. "He wasn't mean to me at all today, yet the sight of him makes me sick and upset! I don't get it! It's not fair!" She looked up at the sky, which was a cherry blossom pink from the setting sun. "Why…?" She questioned quietly as her toes hit the wet sand of the water's edge. She sat down and pulled her knees into her chest, letting the tides swallow her toes then spit them back out into the brisk air, leaving a little foam residue on her skin. How she wished she could be like the foam that floated on the waves, drifting away from all the troubles and constantly at one with the sea. Why is my life so complicated? She thought and just wanted to be comforted. An image slipped into her mind, of the boy she had just ran out on. She imagined his arms around her and his voice speaking in a soft voice, telling her everything was okay. The tears she had been trying to hold in started making their way down her face as the picture started to fade. She squeezed here eyes shut tighter like it would stop her dream from leaving. Like maybe she could figure out a way to pull it into reality. "It's not fair!" She shouted with her eyes pinched shut, with nothing to look at anymore but darkness. Soon after, Misty felt arms around her and knew that her twisted mind was taunting her. "Stop…" She muttered, her whole body shaking.
"Mist, come on. It's just me."Came a quiet voice she knew so well. It wasn't fair. It wasn't real. One of her eyes peeked open and glanced down to find a gloved hand followed by a muscular arm wrapped around her body. Now I'm delusional. She thought which made her upset and start to cry heavier.
Ash shot up after the slam of a door crashing shut. Well, she's here. He thought and started pacing. "She seemed kinda upset… Should I go talk to her? Or will I just make it worse? What if she's mad because of me? What if it's just the shock f our partners leaving us? Am I going to go after her?" He asked himself, walking back and forth. "Nah, I'll just wait here." He said and sat down, starting to tap his foot anxiously. After a minute of silence except for his foot beating the carpet, he stood again. "I'm just going to go to the pool, to relax." He told himself and headed out, knowing in his heart he had every intention of going to the beach. Sure enough, that's where his feet headed.
Ash walked up to find a weeping water trainer on the beach. The shaking girl shouted 'It's not fair!' and cried more. When it seemed to slow to sniffled, Ash moved closer, deciding to do something rather than just watch her fall apart. He sat down next to her and looked up at the sky. The girl kept wiping tears that were rolling down her cheeks. After a minute of her still oblivious to his presence, he wrapped his arms around her. She sobbed some not-so-encouraging words, like 'Stop,' but Ash persisted. "Mist, come on. It's just me." He insisted.
The girl in his arms shuddered, like something was horribly wrong. "Misty…" Ash half whined in a soft voice and he absent-mindedly started rubbing her side. She looked at him and he finally saw those nearly florescent cerulean blue eyes stare at him, up close. He smiled a little, trying to hide the fact his face was not scarlet. Even though her eyes were vacant and horror-struck, and it was clear that this girl had gone through way too much emotional stress to handle, Ash still found her pretty. He realized that he was holding something fragile in his arms, something he didn't want to break. Something he could protect.
"You're not real…" Misty muttered, thinking she was seeing things. The bright-haired girl stuffed her face into Ash's shirt and cried more; at this rate she'd be out of tears by morning. The boy moved one of his hands to her head and held her there.
"But I'm right here. For as long as you need. Then we can go back to the cabin and you can get some rest." They sat together like that, with Misty cradled in Ash's arms, until the sun went down and the girl had the strength to make it back to the cabin.
Misty clutched Ash's waist as she stumbled alongside him and back to the cabin. He didn't mind, though. He just helped her and muttered some encouraging words. "Mist, we're almost there." He whispered as he took another step forwards and she inched another shaky one.
She flung herself onto the bed once the door opened, and instantly regretted it. The bed wasn't warm like Ash's shirt had been. There was nothing warm behind the pillow's covering, like the boy was behind the fabric she had loved the touch of. Misty stuck her face into the pillow, wanting to have time to think. Ash, taking up on the hint, looked down at his shoes. "I think I'm gonna crash on the couch, Mist. Goodnight." He said and walked over to the couch stiffly, which was against the opposing wall of the room. He fell asleep quickly, but after an hour Misty was still tossing and turning. She ended up in a position where she was on her back, staring at the ceiling. She drifted off with only one thought consuming her mind: 'It's Not Fair.'
{A/N: One and a half sided fluff! Kinda! If any of you are confused, Misty is spiraling into confusion with her stress. And she thought the whole scene with Ash comforting her on the beach was a part of her imagination. She's going to stay confused, until she finally gets her emotions straight. So it's going to kind-of be back and forth between them! Please review! Bye!}