Chapter 14- "I'm Home"

{A/N: I'M ALIVE.

AND SORRY. My Laptop got washed and the Fanfic wasn't the first thing I had to restore. I will be working on it some, but I may be scarce with chapters until summer unfortunately.

Disclaimer: I don't own teh Pokémans}

Ash gasped at the names shown. Misty fainted on sight, and Ash barely caught her in shock. Written in big neat letters on the board were:

ERIKA

CHRIS

Misty had two dreams while she was blacked out. One was of her riding a shiny Rapidash off into a sunset, the grey flames flowing like silk sheets around her and keeping her perfectly warm.

The other, however, was actually relevant to her life right now. She dreamed that she woke up. A lucid dream. She woke up and found herself in the gazebo, Erika and Chris walking off and saying goodbye. Misty got angry, screaming at the host, the camera crew. 'I HATE YOU ALL! I, Misty, 'Lover #1', QUIT THIS STUPID SHOW!'

She'd stormed off, on her way home. But her dream skipped back to a view that wasn't her own, a view of the guy she'd left behind. The boy of Pallet Town looked crestfallen, before standing and walking off into the forest. He left his things, his Pokémon. 'All. I was one. And I thought… By a twist of fate or something… We ended up on this stupid show together. I thought… Maybe I had a second chance…?'

And with that, Misty woke up in a cold sweat. He cared, this wasn't her imagination. And anything uncaring he did was out of confusion, because she her moods were swinging harder than jazz music. The poor hostess was in the middle of something; A contestant faints on live television and you have to improvise? Harsh.

"…the comments section! Most comments were like: ' _totodile_: Don't hate the two but gurl get my favorite pairing back under the same roof!'"

The redhead stared at the ceiling. Step one. Get out of here without causing MORE of a scene. C'mon…

And to her, the next 15 minutes of blabbering felt like hours. Misty was like an impatient child, squeezing the guy's arm next to her. Muttering under her breath, she whispered to him. "Ugh! This is longer than one of Brock's cooking lectures! And at least I could LEAVE during them…!" The comment called for a snicker from both of them. The night was over for the cameras, but it had just begun for the two. Misty figured she finally had a hold of herself for once, the dream of her leaving and how it ruined Ash made her think. "Psst. Ashy-boy."

With an eyebrow raised, he gripped her arm and was out and on the way back by the end of the word 'Goodnight'.

"Oh, Hey, Gary. Didn't realize I was paired with you here." Misty erupted into giggles; they were both punchy tonight. Why? Well, 'giddy'; comes in all forms. They were excited without even knowing it; Misty was moving back in.

"'Scuse me! I am not that in love with myself. I mean, sure, I'm gorgeous and funny, BUT…" Misty grinned, teasing him. But he returned the smile.

"Psh. You say that like I don't know! Silly, silly Mist." They both cracked up, laughing the whole way home. It was almost like nothing had happened between them. But soon the state of euphoria wore off; leaving them with a pile of awkward to shovel through.

"Mist. I'm glad to have you back…" Ash had started, but he was cut off. By none other than the redhead herself.

"I know!" After that little blurt, Misty covered her mouth. And the room's air felt about the consistency of jelly for the next painfully silent few minutes. Both tried to break the wall with miscellaneous coughs, before both spilled words from their mouths.

"I'll just- Here I- How about- Eheh…!"

Things were looking promising, but a curious Ash mixed with a single ding from Misty's phone could possibly tear apart the fragile serenity they'd almost reached.

Hey, how's my beautiful Waterflower today?

{A/N: Oh hey. Plot. So, I feel like my writing skills have depleted to a 3rd grade level. All still reading, Review so I can get some feedback! Thanks guys!}