Hi guys! A new chapter from this cruddy story here! Actually, it's the writers fault. So here's a chapter from this cruddy writer here!
I just wanted to note that not all these chapters are fillers. I'm trying not to skip important stuff. Also, some scenes, two (or more depends) from this chapter, are just humour. Nothing else. They just come from my head.
I don't own Pokemon, or Harry Potter.
Chapter Nine
"OMG? You're joking, right? Because that sounds exactly like a storybook."
"Nah. I'm not. It's so romantic, isn't it?"
"Ugh Misty, I'm soooo jelly. I hope my prom date is as romantic."
Dawn and May sighed dreamily, as Misty gushed over her most recent date. However, they didn't notice, in their excitement, that pretty much everyone in the cafeteria was listening.
"The ginger girl has a boyfriend?"
"Oooh! I heard he's the new guy!"
"Is he even cute?"
"Yes! He sits near me in Spanish! And he's soooo hot!"
"Aww! She's so lucky! I'd die in a heartbeat for a boyfriend like that!"
"Oh crud! I have to go hand in an assignment!" May cried, glancing at the time.
"Ugh! I have to go too! Bye Misty!" Dawn shouted, pinning up up hair whilst running.
Misty scowled. They had both abandoned her! Oh well. She stuck a forkful of pasta into her mouth angrily, accidentally stabbing her tongue in the process.
"So…you got a boyfriend without my help, huh?"
Misty growled. Damn Ash Ketchum! She was eating! And her tongue hurt!
"What's up, Misty? Angry at me?"
She lost it. And everyone in the cafeteria heard. Very clearly.
"Listen Ash Ketchum! Sure, you might have everything you want. Sure, you might be 'mister popular'. Sure, everyone worships you. But come on! You don't need to rub it in! My life is pretty close to perfect. And I don't need you to ruin it." She hissed, glaring at him.
And then she shrank in fear at the ice-cold stare he gave her, full of an unknown emotion that she didn't recognise. Suddenly remembering that she hated him, Misty glared back. She turned away, ready to stomp out, only to feel a large hand on her shoulder. She whipped around. He smirked.
"You know, my life isn't as perfect as you think. In fact, you have something I don't have. Freedom to be who I really am." Then he left, leaving her frozen like a statue, his words ringing in her mind. His face, almost identical to another memory she had, one she didn't like to bring up.
()()()()()
"Ugh! This is bull-" Misty growled, glaring at her phone.
May and Dawn exchanged a worried glance.
"There there Misty. Don't go being a hypocrite. Remember all those times you lectured us on saying swear words?" May soothed.
"That makes me feel so much better." Misty growled sarcastically.
"What makes you angry?" Dawn asked, closing her magazine.
"This! All the HarryxHermione fans are hating on us Hinny fans!" Misty waved her hand around dramatically. "Aren't you two supposed to rage at them ALONG with me, instead of just sitting there?"
"Eh. They can hate all they want. I'm on their side." Dawn sighed, slumping into the beanbag again, pulling out her magazine.
"What?!" Misty screeched. "All this time I thought you were good! May back me up!"
"Soz woman. I have a way better ship to support." May crossed her arms smugly.
Dawn and Misty glanced at each other, as May opened her phone to the home screen.
"HarryxRon! Aww it's so cute! Mwah!" She smooched the phone screen, making Misty gag.
"Must be the green headed jerk's doing." Dawn whispered, as May had banned the name 'Drew' from hearing.
"Ugh. I can't believe she'd support that. I mean, Hinny is so canon!" Misty cried.
"Uh no. Emma Watson is way prettier than what's-her-name…" Dawn pondered.
"Ginny is prettier!"
"Hermione!"
"Ginny!"
"Ugh shaddup you guys. It gives me a headache. Besides, Ron is the prettiest."
Dawn and Misty stifled a giggle. May gave them a menacing glare, pulling out a frying pan.
"If you guys don't say 'Ron is the prettiest' in three seconds, you two will be for dinner tonight."
"Ron is the prettiest!"
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Misty giggled as she watched the fireworks go off in the distance. The local beach had a party, but she preferred to stay in the cabin. Besides, she could see the fireworks go off clearly from the comfort of her home. She turned around as she heard a noise. She rushed into the corridor. Gary must've finished whatever he was doing! She clamped a hand on the doorknob, ready to turn it. Until she heard a voice. A voice that was definitely Gary's, but she had never heard it before. It was harsh. She pressed an ear to the door.
"Listen you! If you don't send it here by tonight then…hmmm…" He paused for a moment.
Misty listened, confused. Gary was so sweet, caring and…loving! What could he be doing?
"Hmmm…my fist and your mouth haven't met in a while, have they? So you better send it over quickly? Ok? Fine. Good." He slammed the phone into the table, an ugly scowl on his face.
Misty took the cue to walk in. Gary jumped slightly in shock, but plastered a smile on his face. However, she didn't notice it.
"Who was that? I hope they weren't bothering you." Misty whispered softly.
"Oh it was nothing. Just an old friend of mine." He tightened the grip on her waist.
"So I don't need to worry?" Misty glanced up at him.
"No, honey, you don't." And he leaned down to kiss her on the forehead as they watched the fireworks.
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"Ohemgeeeeeee…..AGH! NOOO!"
"May, what the fu- I mean nerdy glasses are you doing?"
"Ugh! You're starting to sound like Misty! And Max! Look! I have a spot. A SPOT."
Max sighed, and facepalmed. He was fourteen, yet he was way more mature than his seventeen year old sister. Who was currently mashing her face into her makeup table, screaming her head off.
"It's not like that thorny guy is actually going to prom wit-" Max pointed out casually.
"He is! I swear! He'll hate me now! Ahhhh! Look, the spot is huge!" May did not realise that she was holding Max's neck, who was currently in agony.
"Can….not…..breathe….." Max spluttered.
The door opened unnoticed, as the siblings were writhing on the floor.
"Never fear 'cos Dawn's here!" The mystery person sang.
"Dawn!" May ran over a traumatised Max, and hugged Dawn tightly. "You must, I repeat, MUST, get rid of this spot."
"Ugh, you're so dramatic. Prom is what, two weeks away? Actually, two weeks and three days, coming to think of it. And with Dawn's magic, that spot will be gone!" Dawn trilled.
"Stop talking in third person. Now get that vanishing cream out." May ordered.
"Dawn is annoyed with May. However she will get the cream out in order to keep her life." Dawn reached into her humongous pink bag.
"I thought I told you not to talk in third person. AND WHERES THE CREAM?!" May shouted.
"I'm getting it, ok? I've already had to get up at half six to deal with this…"
"I'm so glad I'm not a girl…." Max sighed, nursing his wounded neck.
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"WHAT?! IVE ALREADY PRESSED 2 YOU STUPID PHONE! NOW GIVE ME MY CREDIT, OR YOU MIGHT NOT SEE THE LIGHT OF DAY AGAIN!"
Misty growled at her phone, which vibrated slightly in fear. There was a pause as Misty glared at the piece of technology. Then she sighed, throwing her phone over her shoulder. Why could she never be able to top up her phone? She really needed to get unlimited texts Then she could actually be able to text Dawn and May properly. How she hated using slang words.
"Misty?"
"Yes Gary?"
"Can you post this parcel for me? I'm busy."
"Sure. Just hang on a moment."
Two minutes later.
"Oh crud Gary, that parcel is huge! I'm not superwoman, you know."
"I have faith in you."
(Misty enters lovey dovey trance)
"Ok Gary! I'll post it!"
(Misty skips outside with parcel)
Gary smirked, and pulled out his phone.
…
Gary Oak: She's doing it now.
Unnamed: Good work. I presume you used the magic words you use every time?
Gary Oak: Yep. She fell for it. Easy as ABC.
Unnamed: And tomorrow, we are off to the final stage. Our hard work has paid off.
…
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A/N: what could he be doing? Find out next week! And yes, I am a Hinny fan. I believe in canon ships. And also I have trouble topping up my phone too. But it's part of the plot.
Reader: (gasp) There's actually a plot you stick to?
Me: Yeah. I'm not that bad am I?
Reader: Uh yes you are.
Me: (cries)
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