Hello :P It is Wednesday and I am back with a new chapter. I remember the day that I wrote this one, even though it was over two months ago now. I was watching a James Bay interview and seeing as he heavily inspires Justin Morgan, he spoke of a moment from his childhood and I knew that it had to happen for Justin too. And I knew that little moment would connect him with Misty. So I hope you enjoy this story! It features a flashback which I don't think I've really done before :3
Disclaimer: I own the story and the OCs mentioned!
Despite me being the one with superior hearing out of the both of us, it was Misty who heard it first. As we were walking down the halls of the Morgan household, the two of us adamant we knew where we were going and where we were going to end up, we became quickly distracted by a noise. The orange haired female stopped in her tracks right away and though her brain was occupied with the thoughts of checking in on her parents in the adjoining annexe, she grew distracted when she heard almost a grunting and growling noise. I heard it too and because the sound fluttered into all four of our ears, we both shared a look. We blinked.
Misty's hand was on the handle of the hall joining the main household with the smaller one but as soon as she got ready to turn the handle, she heard the peculiar yet familiar sound and knew that she was needed elsewhere first. She didn't hesitate to remove her fingertips from the doorknob and move away from it, turning back with me back down where we had just come from. We followed the sound instead.
It got louder and it got more desperate sounding as we went down one of the other hallways so we knew that we were fresh on the trail. We shared one or two more slightly bewildered glances before we both focused instead on locating that disruption and that person. When together we reached the end of the hallway, it became even more prominent in our ears and we knew we were close. We knew we were so close. I remained blinking. Misty was just intriguingly determined.
We got thrown off the scent momentarily when the noise stopped for a second or two and after the orange haired female unlocked some doors and discovered the rooms to be empty, she headed along to the second living room instead, me still on her shoulder. And almost as soon as we hovered outside, the noise started up all over again and it was obvious that we had the correct door.
Misty somewhat smirked. She almost liked the challenge of hearing a noise and discovering who it was coming from or where it was coming from. I remained a tad on edge. I stayed blinking too. My best friend's wife stayed determined and she was adamant too. She was adamant that not only did she know where the sound was coming from but also who it was coming from as well. And because of this, she didn't knock before going in. She just swung the living room door open. And she was met with a surprise. She was met with a very frustrated and disgruntled figure.
Justin Morgan sat in the arm chair with one leg crossed over the other while the other foot tapped rhythmically but anxiously on the floor. His elbows were rested on the arms of the chair and in his hands he was clasping something. It was his mobile phone. His face was lit up a fraction from the screen and his head was fixed firmly in that direction. He was seemingly shaking his head at himself. He exhaled out of his lips. He did not look happy.
Misty and I looked at one and other. Right away, my blinking turned from that of confusion and changed to that of concern instead. It took the orange haired woman a few moments to catch up. She was still certain that she was going to be right. She was certain that she knew where and who the displeased noise was coming from. She remained blinking.
But after a few seconds more, she shook her head at herself and realised that she was being quite impolite bursting in on the teenage boy. She continued shaking her head even though he hadn't even noticed her intrusion. He was far too absorbed.
"My, my, you really do have the same stressed out noises and expressions as your Dad." She found herself telling the late teenage boy and this of course got his attention. But she didn't receive it straight away. Almost a few beats passed before he looked up and finally heard her voice. He frowned. She just shrugged and continued speaking, running her hand through her bangs. "Really, it's uncanny. Is everything okay, Justin?"
"No, it really is not." The deep purple haired male answered his dad's best friend hurriedly but because he didn't intend it to be rudely, it didn't come out as that. He stood up out of the chair and didn't let his mobile phone out of his hold. He began shaking his head like Misty had been doing. "It's really not."
Needless to say, the orange haired female and I shared a glance upon hearing this and we both raised our eyebrows too. But we didn't hesitate to be sympathetic, I finally hopped down from Misty's shoulder and seated myself in the opposite arm chair while she ran another hand through her bangs and moved closer to her best friend's son. At first, she tried to figure out what was wrong by clueing together his noises and gadget but after a few seconds, she just asked him instead.
"What's the problem? It's nothing too serious I hope?" she questioned him and after the words came out of her mouth, she couldn't stop her eyes from widening slightly as her thoughts began to race. She swallowed subtly. With everything their group had been through in the last year, it was no surprise that she reacted that way. I was empathetic to her feelings and Justin's words too but I managed to give everything the benefit of the doubt. She questioned the deep purple haired male again. "Is it school?"
"It's… It's nothing." Justin was quick to answer once again with a shake of the head and a scratch of his forehead and it seemed like he was actually going to reply to Misty properly but an anticlimactic answer slipped out instead. He hadn't intended that. But the orange haired female knew to be patient. She was a mother and best friends with his father after all. "It's just relationship stuff. It's complicated."
I breathed out upon hearing these words and nodded my head. Even though I had known to just wait for an answer before panicking and having to deal with stress twice, I couldn't help but look over at the eldest Morgan son with mild concern and curiosity too when I heard those words. I hoped that he was okay.
Misty, however, had an entirely different response. In fact, she had almost the surprising one. Her expression suddenly softened and she couldn't help but smile, tilting her head towards the younger male. I was lucky to know her very well indeed so I understood the reasons for this rather quickly. But it was even luckier that Justin had gone back to looking at his phone so he didn't have to be confused by her response.
Misty continued smiling to herself but after a few seconds passed, she tried to brush it off. She tried to be serious and gain some composure. But she couldn't help it. She had always been a sucker for romance and love and she knew that Justin was at the age where lots of romance and nervous touch happened. She found it very sweet. And even though she wanted her own children to stay young and innocent forever, she also couldn't wait for them to experience love and relationships also.
Justin remained looking at his phone screen with another frown for a good few seconds but when he looked back up again and Misty and saw her expression; she stopped airily smirking so much at that point. I noticed that she did still have a slight twinkle in her eye but I was the only one who saw it.
I was surprised by this fact because after looking at Misty's expression briefly, the deep purple haired male looked into her eyes, searching for advice from her without having to out rightly ask. Her eyes didn't give anything away or offer anything. But her mouth did. She reached her hand out to the younger male and gestured for him to give her his phone. She really assessed and read situations well.
"It usually is complicated. But why don't you let me help you out? Are you trying to send a text?" she asked him and her palm remained outstretched towards him to accept the phone for quite a few moments before he gave in. He nodded his head and gave it to her and sat back down in the arm chair, rubbing his forehead all over again. He breathed out.
"I'm trying to say how I feel." He said in somewhat of a mumble and looked down at his feet and I read it as him not wanting to look at Misty while she reviewed his attempts of a text to his girlfriend. I was left wondering if it was for some other reason when he clenched his jaw and seemed to force himself to look back up at her again. He let out another weary sigh. "How do you tell someone that you love them but really want to be alone for the next few days because everything is getting too much? Just how?"
Misty looked back over at the deep purple haired male from reading his text attempt and even though I wasn't seeing the words on the screen, I looked over at him too. The older female and I could both hear the growing desperation in his voice and they seemed to convey that far more than his previous grunts and growls did. Misty softened all the more and bit her lip. She liked when guys were vulnerable in love. She thought it was one of the most genuine things that they could be.
"Well, for starters, I wouldn't do it by a text." Misty replied to him with a look but it wasn't a hard one. It was just a telling and advice filled one. Then after Justin shrugged uneasily and started picking at the pocket of his jeans, her eyes went back to scanning his words. She had a sigh like the deep purple haired male had and he read it as disapproval but it wasn't that. She soon looked back over at him and explained. "I would say everything that you said right there. If you mean it all. Then say it. But to her face. And in person."
"No, I can't do that." Justin told Misty and he stood up once again and came back towards her, taking his phone back off her. His eyes widened and he shook his head at her. But it wasn't for reasons that we both initially assumed. It was something else. We soon found out. The teenage boy stuffed his phone back in his pocket like he wanted to rid himself of the problem completely. "I can't say those words to her. They're far too direct, even as a text message. I don't know. I need to be softer. I need to be…"
Justin's father's best friend thought that the interaction was going to be over when Justin took his phone back off her and stuffed it in his pocket but that wasn't the case. Like her, the deep purple haired male didn't give up on anything. Even in times of great difficulty. He was the type of person to always persevere. And he was in love. So of course he was going to have even more added drive. Misty was glad that he wasn't going to avoid the situation. So for that reason, she had a soft smile for him. She had begun to notice lots of things she admired about him in recent months.
"Truthful." My best friend's wife finished for Justin with a nod of her head, her own hands going in her pockets when his did. He was shuffling. He was still thinking. She was composed. She was stood straight. She had a lot of life experience and a lot of love experience too. She was happy to share it. She took a step closer to the taller male. "Justin, you just need to tell the truth. That's all you can do. That's the best thing you can do."
I felt like the eldest Morgan son was a pretty confident male. He'd always appeared as that. He was a very self-assured type person and even though he had a streak of shyness, he was always very certain of his own thoughts and his own opinions. But in that moment, I didn't see that quality in him.
Instead, I saw him duck his head. And I saw his eyes flicker. For the first time it felt like, it looked like Justin thought was the last thing that he could offer. But he knew he couldn't express this. He expressed vulnerability instead. He hesitantly looked back at Misty, his hands coming out of his pockets so his fingers could play with each other instead.
"But how? But how can I tell her that? How can I tell her that I feel like running away? Not physically but emotionally. I just need to get away. I just need to not deal with his. But how can I tell her? I can't… I mean, I'm not…"
I really had never seen Justin like that. I had never seen him so lost for words. I had never seen him so unable to communicate. I had never heard him stammer away to himself. In that moment, I naively mistook it for the fact that his girlfriend meant to much to him that he didn't know how his words would be worthy of her. It was partly that. My thoughts were partly true. But they were so much more than just that.
Justin had words on his mind but he couldn't say them. What he wasn't saying seemed to say more. And the way he gestured said everything. Misty caught on right away when he briefly gestured to her. She found herself smirking all over again and playfully folding her arms over her chest.
"You mean you're not an expert at running away like I am? Might I remind you that your Dad was a teenage runaway too." She told him with a continuing smirk and while Justin tilted his head slightly as if he regretted being so direct with her, she chuckled to herself to prove that she wasn't fazed. Justin looked away but she looked right at him. And she looked right at him knowingly. "And we're not the only ones. Don't tell me you've forgotten, Justin?"
I believed that the deep purple haired male was going to be way past looking at his father's orange haired best friend but I was proved wrong. I was shown all over again that just because you're with someone lots and study them enjoyably; it doesn't mean you know them inside out. You never will.
Upon hearing her words, Justin looked up at her right away. Her words seemed to be like a switch, clicking off all the secret thoughts and possibilities that were whirring in his brain. His head tilted towards her. He looked at her with such confused innocence that Misty found herself chuckling to herself even more. He really had forgotten. At that moment, I was just as clueless as the deep purple haired male so the water type trainer didn't hesitate to educate us both.
She moved back towards her best friend's son and perched herself on the arm of the chair where Justin was sitting. He seemed to get shyer but for once, Misty didn't read that expression and situation. She mistook it for bewilderment and didn't hesitate to inform him. Her head tilted towards him. She tapped her chin. She remembered it so clearly.
"Cast your mind back to when you were six years old, Justin. Cast your mind far back. And remember." The orange haired female encouraged the younger male and because he still remained blinking and shaking his head, clueless, Misty didn't hesitate to shake her head back and go into further detail. And because she retold the tale so vividly, we both began to picture it in our minds.
The living room of the Morgan apartment was filled with noise and chaos of every type. It was like that when Jessie and James were around and that day proved that it was like that when they were absent as well. There were children everywhere. There were children yelling. There were children misbehaving. There were children twirling. And there were children trying to get attention. And because Ash and Misty were babysitting them that evening, they were both trying to get all of the offspring ready for bed.
"Jaxon, will you just come here and let me put your pyjama pants on you?!" the raven haired male begged the two year old child desperately as he chased Jaxon around the apartment, a wordless response coming from the child and only giggles instead. Ash groaned to himself. He gritted his teeth. "You've been running for almost twenty minutes! You must be tired by now!"
"Jaxon never gets tired." Jazmyn didn't hesitate to inform the children's babysitter that was Ash while she continued twirling in her princess dress. She took a brief break to look at the raven haired male while he ran to chase her brother before going back to spinning, shrugging to herself. "He never gets tired. That's what happens when you're a silly boy."
After educating the older male on what her youngest brother was like, the deep purple haired six year old female finally stopped twirling for good and once she had hitched up the skirts of her play-acting dress, she started to join in the chase too. She didn't chase Jaxon, however. She chased Ash. And my best friend caught on right away. He panted.
"Not now, Jazzy, I will watch you twirl later." The raven haired Pokémon Trainer tried to tell the only girl of the offspring but his words came out wheezy and distant from one and other. For once, he was not exaggerating. He had indeed been chasing the magenta haired boy for going on twenty minutes. "Can you chase Jaxon instead? I really need him dressed for bed. Your dad will kill me if he's still up again when he and your Mom get back!"
"Somehow, I think he'll do more than kill you, Ashy." Misty managed to reply in a calm and humming-like tone and no wonder; she had slipped off for a bathroom break and managed to extend it to have some alone time without anybody noticing. But needless to say, she was soon back to the chaos after the calm of the loo break. And Jaxon was running faster as each second passed -he definitely wasn't slowing down. "This is good practice, though. Imagine how energetic our little babies are going to be."
I remember that I nodded my head in agreement, looking up from trying to convince Jazmyn to stop nagging Ash to watch her twirl and help get Jaxon into his pyjamas instead. While Misty's hand went to her ever growing baby bump, my eyes went to it. I softened and smiled to myself even though I was in the middle of trying to drag the six year old girl away from my best friend.
The Ketchum twins were certainly going to be a handful when they were born in less than a months' time but they couldn't be worse than all four of the youngest Morgan offspring! That was the reason that Ash and Misty had started to babysit more and more since being blessed with a pregnancy of their own. They needed to practice with lots of little children. And looking at how Jaxon was blowing a raspberry at Ash, they needed all the practice that they could get.
Needless to say, Misty was trying to take it easy in her heavily pregnant state but she couldn't stop herself from bursting into laughter at how the magenta haired toddler boy was torturing her boyfriend so. She found it very enjoyable. It made a change from her having to do it all of the time.
I smirked as well while she did too but after a while, that smile started to fade when Jayden, who had been quietly getting his own pyjamas on that entire time, started to demand the orange haired female's attention instead.
"Look at the painting I did. Look, look, look." Jayden sweetly and proudly beamed up at Misty but with each time that he repeated his words, he grabbed onto her maternity dress and yanked it with paint stained hands. I let out a gasp. The orange haired female managed to supress hers. It would end up in tears if she looked the slightest bit disappointed in the three year old boy. He insisted even more. "Look, look, look!"
"Oh!" Misty finally gasped when Jayden held up the wet painting to show her and because of his height; he slapped it straight on her stomach and left the very large stain on her dress. She clenched her jaw and tried not to react any further but she could already see the tears of regret pricking the young boy's eyes. "O-Oh, it's a lovely painting, Jayden, but I think it would look nicer on the wall rather than my dress."
Misty did very well at speaking to the three year old boy patiently and softly and she didn't find it hard because truthfully, she found him the most likeable of the children. But like his father and how he was going to be when he grew up, he was sensitive and receptive. He could sense that the orange haired female was less than pleased with how he had wiped his paint all over her.
Jayden didn't hesitate to burst into tears and drop the painting on the floor and run into his bedroom to continue getting into his pyjamas, his hands remorsefully going over his face. The orange haired female then looked almost as broken as the little boy due to pregnancy hormones and upsetting the dual haired Morgan.
"Jayden, don't cry! I love your painting!" Misty tried to tell the second to youngest son and she tried to head on after her but she was blocked by Jaxon doing another lap round the living room with Ash chasing behind him. And naturally since I had stopped minding Jazmyn and watched Misty with Jayden instead, she had got out of my hold and resumed chasing Ash. "Come back, sweetheart!"
At that point, my raven haired best friend felt like he had been chasing the youngest of Jessie and James' sons for hours and gave me a look like he was close to giving up. His teeth were still gritted. Yes, he really was very close to giving up which was most rare for him. But all of a sudden, something almost magical happened. It wasn't magical right away because Ash very nearly tripped and fell on him but out of the blue, Jaxon stopped running. But the only reason for this was because he had something to bellow out.
While sprinting, he had watched his next older brother show Misty his painting and get it all over her and he found it hilarious. Not the mess, however. He found Jayden crying to be the funniest thing of all. He wanted to tell him that nobody liked his painting anyway. But because he was only two, he shrieked it out in his own way as he started running all over again.
"Smelly painting, smelly painting!" Jaxon chanted as he revved up all over again but because Ash was only a few metres behind him and he reacted quickly, he managed to scoop him up before he could get out of his reach. It didn't stop his loudness though, of course. He continued gleefully hollering and kicking in my best friend's hold. "Smelly painting, smelly painting!"
I looked over at Misty as I had finally managed to convince Jazmyn to quietly sit down on the arm chair and the orange haired female tried to scold the youngest of the boys but quickly became distracted when Jayden's loud sobs could be heard even more from his bedroom.
He was truly distraught from disappointing Misty and ruining her dress and his painting also. But his younger brother taunting him was the last straw. We knew that in his bedroom he was flopped on his floor like a star fish and howling.
The orange haired female and the raven haired male shared a look. They shared a weary look. They were way past smirking like they had done when the Morgan children had first started playing up as they announced it was bed time. It was a battle that they were losing. But they were going to lose it even more so the longer that they looked at each other. So they ended their eye contact by giving one and other a determined and reassuring nod of the head before going back to rounding up all of the offspring.
Ash managed to hold a kicking and chanting Jaxon in one arm and went over to Jazmyn to take hold of her hand and allow her to twirl while walking back to the magenta haired boy's bedroom to get him into his pyjamas. He had managed to restore a fraction of the peace and for this reason; Misty held a hand over her heart. But it was only briefly, mind you. She could still hear the dual hair coloured three year old whimpering from the same bedroom and she knew that she had to tend to him first.
But as her hand went to her bump to soothe the children in there also and she headed to console Jayden, she bumped into the quietest of the group. I'm sure you have already noticed that I hadn't mentioned the deep purple haired male six year old and the reason for that was because he was busy in his own bedroom. But what he was busy doing – well, Misty was about to find out.
She bumped into Justin as he was coming out of his bedroom while she was heading towards Jayden's. She blinked as soon as she saw him. She spotted straight away. He had quite the determined expression on his face. He was adamant. He had a pillow case thrown over his shoulder and it was visibly filled with some of his toys and clothes and favourite possessions. As soon as he looked up at Misty with the same driven filled eyes, he announced.
"I'm leaving." He told her with a nod of the head, still holding his pillow case of belongings over his shoulder and his guitar case over his other one. He was trying to hide the fact that he was struggling to juggle it all. His lips remained pursed as he continued. "I'm out of here. I can't do this anymore."
And with that, he looked away from Misty and he tried to march past her. The water type enthusiast blinked and was in a confused daze but she automatically stepped in front of the six year old so he couldn't leave. Of course Ash stopped leading Jaxon and Jayden when he heard the third child's words. He was blinking as well. I was too. We all were. In fact, all of the children had finally quietened down and were listening. Justin elaborated, both his hands in fists near his shoulders as he held his belongings.
"I'm running away. I can't handle this. I can't handle all of this." He told Misty as he looked back up at her, finding himself having to briefly drop his guitar case on the floor so he could use that spare hand to gesture around the room. He shook his head as he picked it back up all over again. "It's too noisy. And I can't handle the stress of life. So I'm going. Thank Mum and Dad for everything."
The worst thing that Misty could do in that situation was laugh or smirk. It goes without saying that it was quite the amusing situation and she knew this and I knew this too. Jayden even did because he stopped sobbing in his bedroom and burst into laughter instead.
After the initial twinge of amusement in her belly, the orange haired female managed to move past it and bend down to Justin's level and keep a straight face while Jaxon started chanting that he wanted to run away too and Ash had to quickly tug him and Jazmyn back into another room.
"Justin, there's really no need for that." She tried to tell him gently but she didn't reach out and try and take his belongings off him. He already was taking steps back in case she did that. While she continued talking, his lips pursed even more. "It's quietened down now… Mostly. Besides, you could have been helping me instead of packing up all your stuff."
"I've made my decision. It's final. I'm going." the deep purple haired male insisted adamantly with a dramatic gesture of his hand while his belongs were just being supported by his shoulders. He almost toppled over with the weight of it all. But he managed to compose himself again. He furrowed his brow. "It's time for me to move on. So I'm going."
Justin's voice started to get serious as he insisted and I couldn't stop myself from getting mildly concern. I believed that Jayden felt the same way because his laughter had died down from his bedroom. I looked over at Misty. Before that moment, I had no doubt in my mind that she was going to be an incredible mother and friend too and after it, I knew that I was absolutely right.
She exhaled out of her nose. She tilted her head on the side towards Justin and she looked at him. He wavered slightly under her soft but intense eye contact and he quickly moved out of her way and tried to go out before the door before she stopped him. Or maybe it was before he changed his mind.
Misty finally came out with the words that she was thinking as she was looking at him. And it wasn't 'are you sure you have everything?'.
"Are you sure this is what you want, Justin?" she asked the child in a tone that matched the seriousness of his expression and she stood back up to her full height and turned back around to face him. She looked down at him while his hand was on the door handle. He didn't look up at her at first but after she stayed looking at him and his hand stayed on the door, he finally met her eyes. And he nodded his head.
He nodded his head most certainly, not breaking eye contact with her. And because of this, Misty just nodded her head back. She knew what she had to do.
"And you just let me go?!" the seventeen year old deep purple haired male questioned Misty and we had since moved into the kitchen area of the Morgan house and were sharing a cup of tea. Justin had been very amused by the story that his father's best friend was telling him but after that part, his round eyes were heavily widened. "I was only six years old. Did you just let me walk right out of there?"
"Oh come on, Justin. No offence but you've always been a massive homebody. I knew that you were going to walk to the top of the main stairs or maybe the bottom of them but you'd definitely go no further than that. I knew you. I know you."
Justin breathed out. His eyes stopped being so wide and while Misty smirked to herself and remembered the memory while taking a sip of her tea, the deep purple haired male thought to himself while he did the same. And after having a drink from his cup, he swallowed and wiped his mouth with his hand.
It seemed as though he was going to say something else other than what he eventually came up with. His eyes flickered. He hesitated. He seemed as though he had an 'almost' moment. But the moment was up before it happened. Misty met his eyes and he decided it wasn't the time. He decided it was time for something else instead: another slurp of tea before he asked her a second question.
"So you just let me walk right out of there?" he questioned her again with a slight disbelieved shake of the head and eyes with a little bit of offence in them but a fraction of a smirk also. He held his mug in his hands. He didn't look at the contents inside. He looked at her. He looked at Misty's face. "You didn't stop me at all?"
"I stopped you just once, Justin." The orange haired female informed the younger male and she finished her cup of tea for good before putting it down on the counter. After doing so and after a brief silence ensued, she locked eyes on him even further. She had a slight smile for him. "I stopped you just once. And I told you something. Do you remember what I told you?"
Justin was quick to go back to blinking before shaking his head while I took the time to have a think to myself. Did I remember what she had told his six year old self? I breathed out. I tried to cast my mind back but I had so many memories. I had so many memories of Misty. I had so many memories of Justin. I had a handful of memories of them both. And I had pockets full of that particular night that they babysat!
So for once instead of sitting and thinking too much, I let it go like Justin taught me a good while ago and just waited for the orange haired female to inform us both. She didn't hesitate to do so. She reached out and squeezed her best friend's eldest son's hand while she reminded him.
"I told you this - I said to you that you are always allowed the space and time to take a step back and figure out how you feel. You are allowed to get some distance. No matter what age you are. You are entitled. So I told you that when you were six. And I'm telling you that again now. Because it's true. I know it's true. And you need to, too."
And with that, as soon as Justin heard the words coming from his father's dear best friend, he broke out into a smile. It wasn't a beaming and charming grin that he was known for, but it was somehow even better than that. It was a sincere one. It was an enlightened one. He nodded his head and got up from sitting at the breakfast bar with the orange haired female.
He didn't need to inform Misty where he was off too because she already knew. I did too. But before he left and after he had put his shoes on and picked up his backpack, he turned back and had another smile for Misty. And he had something else for her too. He planted a kiss on the top of her head before he was on his way to explain to his girlfriend how he felt.
And so that just left Misty and me. It had been a rather quick departure on Justin's part and Misty felt it too but then I was so happy for it to just be Misty and me. I hoped she felt the same way. We stayed together, sitting together, after I had climbed on her lap, for a good few more minutes before we went on our own way too. The orange haired female's mind had surely wandered to the next thing but mine didn't. I was reflective. I was thoughtful. And looking back at that moment today, I'm thoughtful all over again.
Did Misty play a key part in how things turned out for Justin and his girlfriend? Needless to say, things didn't work out for them in the end but they worked out for many many months after that occasion. The day that Misty told a six year old Justin that he was allowed to be granted whatever he needed instilled in him that he had the permission to feel however he felt, even if it wasn't ideal. His situation and his discovery and his relationship both perhaps weren't ideal. But that was okay.
He found love when he was young. He held onto it even when he was confused. And he looked back on it with fondness when he got on the path that he was truly meant to be on. And even though he needed to be reminded of Misty's words twice at the ages of six and seventeen, he never needed to be told them again. He remembered them. He kept them with him. He kept Misty with him too. He had always had her with him as his dad's best friend but that day he was certain of something else too. Misty was a dear friend to him as well.
The End.
There you go! Thanks so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed :3 I had a laugh reading this one back - especially at the Ash and Misty babysitting scene! The Morgan children certainly tortured those two so by the time they had their offspring, they were definitely prepared. I think you can see how Justin ends up the creative and performer adult he becomes by looking at him as a 6 year old. He's a little bit dramatic! But Misty takes him seriously and that's something to be admired. She knows how it feels to need space and to actually runaway so she was definitely never going to invalidate him. Not at the age of 6 and not at the age of 17 either. I look forward to writing more about Justin and Misty :3 Thanks again for reading and I will be back again next Wednesday with another chapter so see you then!
AmyBieberKetchum signing out :P