Hi guys. The next few chapters will be pokeshipping Central. Well this series is meant to be poke shipping. What am I saying? Never mind. Anyway, I do not own Pokemon and please don't hate. It makes me sad.
Chapter Twelve: Wrong Place, Wrong Time
A boy stood outside of a smart coffee shop. He had clean combed raven hair, and a Pokemon league hat on his head. He wore a red shirt and jeans. He looked like normal teenager listening to his iPod. But if you looked closer, you could see his foot impatiently tapping on the concrete pavement and his eyes occasionally glancing around, as if he was looking for someone.
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She had to admit, she was nervous. Yes, the great arrogant gym leader of Cerulean City was nervous. Dawn and May had made her look fabulous. But still she was anxious. What if Ash thought she didn't look okay?
Misty twisted around to peer at herself in the mirror. Sure, what she saw was a pretty sixteen year old girl, with a pink summer dress with pineapples on it and silver flats. But Misty also saw a worried, trembling girl, with limp hair and a lifeless dress. She cleared her throat and stood up tall. She was not only doing this for her, she was doing it for Ash. And she would do anything for Ash.
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His twenty minutes of waiting paid off. No, Misty was not late, he was just impatient. He shook with excitement when he saw a familiar person arriving in the distance. He straightened up, checked his hair and tried to look casual.
Ash had talked to Drew and Paul the previous night. Unfortunately, being the annoying people they were, they only told him one piece of advice, appear normal. What Ash didn't know was, neither Drew nor Paul had gone on proper dates.
As Misty approached, he fought the urge not to wrap his arms around her and give her a huge bear hug. Misty was also fighting the same urge. Ash gaped at her. She looked amazing. She had changed since he last saw her, but she was still beautiful.
"Hi Misty." Ash tried to cut the silence. He knew it was a lame thing to say, but it was the first thing he thought of.
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She felt her heart beat so fast, she was afraid it might burst out of her and fly away. But it didn't do that because hearts usually don't do that. What she did get was a flushed face, her failing to say a word and almost falling over.
He had grown. He was taller than her, not by a lot, but still a decent amount. His hair was flopping slightly over his eyes, but it only made him look more attractive. His eyes were even more chocolatier than ever and she felt slightly faint as she looked at him.
It was like a fairy tale come true. Only she had to find out if he liked her first. She couldn't get her hopes up too high. She twitched nervously when she was dragged out of her daydream by a greeting.
"Hi Ash." She murmured back, trying not to look into his eyes, so she wouldn't see the flash of disappointment in his eyes when he saw her properly.
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Why wasn't she looking at him? Was she scared to look at him? Was he really that ugly? He could almost cry. He tried to look into her eyes. She wouldn't look at him. He started to panic.
"Do you like popcorn?" He blurted out. He immediately tried to take back the words, feeling like he could slap himself for being so stupid.
"Why wouldn't I?" She retorted almost as swiftly as he had asked it. She was finally looking at him.
"I don't know?" He replied, dumbly. He winced as she glanced at him, a moment of silence between them. He quickly changed the subject. Let's go inside."
They shuffled inside, picking a table at the back. They ordered a coffee each. They refused to look at each other, quietness taking over the area.
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Misty cringed. She had to say something! It was getting more awkward every minute! Why wasn't her mouth moving?! Say something!
"How's life?" She rolled her eyes. Now she sounded like a stalker.
"It's good. How's yours?" He asked, finally taking interest.
"Well it's not like our old travelling days, but it's fine."
"And how's being the fourth and most beautiful sensational sister?" He turned pale after he realised what he had just said. Dang it! Why'd he said that?
Misty's turned to look at him. Did he just say what she thought he said? He can't have! But his face, it was pale and he avoided her gaze.
"D-did you say I'm…b-b-beautiful?" She stammered, her eyes confused.
He looked up and stared into her blue eyes.
"Yes I did. And I meant it. Because you're the most beautiful person I've ever met." He spoke clearly now, his fists clenched.
And then it happened so suddenly. The huge chandelier above where Misty sat snapped and fell, crushing Misty, lights and glass fragments flew everywhere. Ash was almost close to sobbing. His chance to tell Misty what he really felt about her was crushed. Literally. But all that mattered now was to get her out.
People panicked. Some people called the ambulance, some helped clear up some of the fragments. The staff shouted for everyone to move away from the glass. But Ash didn't hear. He was tearing away, pushing out all the glass, hoping to find a hand, a foot, anything that was a sign of Misty.
A few minutes in, and he still didn't find anything. His moves were frantic now, hurried and urgent. Then he found a hand. He pulled her out gently, and passed her to the waiting ambulance people. Ash begged to be let in the ambulance with Misty. Then he had a good look at Misty.
She had scars where the glass had cut her and her leg was thrown out in a disturbing position. She looked so fragile, so torn. He pushed away the hair from her face, and moved the leg back to normal. Ash hesitated. He had never done it before, but he reached for her hand and grasped it. It felt limp, but there was a small spark of life inside, almost dead but hopeful.
He had never been so scared in his life. As they reached the hospital, he gulped. He had a fear of hospitals. Blood, needles and X-rays. It was a stupid phobia, he knew that. Gary had teased him about that for a long time.
But he had to get over it. He turned pale as they crossed through corridors, full of patients ready to get operations or appointments. Then, to his dismay, they headed to the emergency area. This place were full of people on the verge of life and death, like Misty. That was a fact he didn't want to face. They stopped outside a room. Across the corridor was a woman, in her mid thirties, crying and weeping.
That might be him in a few days. Sobbing that someone's life was taken. He couldn't take that. But this woman had her tragedy already performed. So, taking a last glance of Misty, he walked over to the woman and handed her a tissue. She looked up, smiled at him, the type that was half forced, half real. He smiled back, ran over to Misty's room and looked at the girl that lay on the bed.
"I used to not know what love is, but I know that I love you. And so I'm staying here. And for you I will."
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A/N: IM SORRY GUYS IM REALLY SORRY. But I have to add some drama in here and there. I'm sorry if it sounds a bit like Dawns story. But I have to. So I apologise now. Don't kill me.
I am starting to write a new one shot, pokeshipping this time. It's a slow start but I might upload it next week if I'm lucky.
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