Emotions

By: AAMLKING

A/N: I’m sorry if the story seems cheesy, too abstract, or just stupid. I haven’t written fanfiction in a year and a half. I just need something up. Reviews are appreciated. ^_^

Pent up tears rolled down my face as I lost sight of the stadium through the tunnel. My hands grabbed at my eyes wildly as if an attempt to rip my eyebrows off. Swearing every so often, I speed walked through the gray hallways until I reached the locker room. The door flung open with a loud crash and I threw my pokebelt to the floor. It skidded to a stop by the water fountain.

I fell to my knees in a heap. I smashed my fists against the floor like a child, the pain satisfying. As if I deserved it for failing. That’s what I had done. I had failed. In front of her.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUUUUCK!”

Why couldn’t I ever do anything right? I was always so nervous around her. My hands begin to sweat, my chest becomes heavy, and when I make eye contact with her, I begin to feel light headed. Along with that feeling comes the loss of my basic speaking skills.

I had suddenly begun to care what she thought of me. Since I had turned 15, there wasn’t a waking second of thought that wasn’t about Misty. That made things worse because I knew she thought low of me. Always doubting, whining, yelling, stressing, complaining, lecturing…All towards me.

And, tonight I couldn’t even prove her wrong. I couldn’t even earn her admiration, her respect.

My left fist finally broke skin. Blood burst like a small firecracker on the floor. Swearing louder, I pulled my hand towards my chest, not even caring as the blood sopped into my jacket.

I brought my hands to my mouth.

Tears.

I rocked back in forth in a continuous motion.

I was obsessed. I was obsessed with Misty Waterflower.

And suddenly, she was there.

She stood stone still as if something life changing were to happen if she moved an inch. Her arms were pressed up into her torso in a fearful stance. On her face was a blend of apprehension, fear, and silent horror. She was so beautiful. Her golden red hair mixed beautifully with her pristine white skin. Even as I lay there surrounded with my own agony, I felt a surge of new emotion. It wasn’t happiness. But it was something.

All of a sudden she was running towards me, grabbing me, holding me, pressing against me.

Her voice broke through my current state like a knife through butter.

“Ash! Oh my god! Ash what’s wrong?”

I shook my head. I grabbed onto her shoulders and tried to push her back.

Wiping the tears from my eyes with my clean hand, I tried to regain my cool.

“Nothing Misty! Okay? I just wanted a little time to myself! Now go away!”

In a second she was clamped onto my bleeding hand. Crystal blue tears fell from her eyes.

“Ash! You call this fine?”

“Misty….just go! I’m fine without you! Okay? I just want to be alone for a few minutes!”

Misty shook her head and gripped even tighter onto my wrists as I tried in a fruitless effort to pull away from her.

Misty’s tears came harder now. We were locked in some sort of odd embrace on the floor.

Then Misty let go of my arms and threw herself around my neck. She held me so tightly I couldn’t have shoved her off if I had tried. Her fingernails dug deeply into my shoulders.

“Ash.” She strained quietly into my ear. I stopped struggling. Her voice was cracking from the crying.

“ I’m always going to be here for you. I…I’m never going to leave you, no matter what you say to me. Please Ash…Let me help you.”

Her words struck deeply in my chest but I knew that this wasn’t right.

“Misty…I…don’t want to be with you forever….”

Misty’s eyes opened wide in shock.

“I-I just can’t stand being with you…Not like…this. It just hurts too much.”

Misty’s eyes turned from shock to apprehensive curiosity. She wiped her eyes but her tears wouldn’t stop.

“Ash…What do you mean? I don’t understand. We’re best friends…I mean…” She trailed off slowly.

Suddenly I understood the emotion I had felt when I first saw Misty when she found me here. I realized that…I was in love.

I shook my head, angry at myself for not understanding before. I looked into her eyes. They stared back at me with such innocence, such beauty that I couldn’t hold it in anymore.

“FUCK MISTY! THAT’S THE PROBLEM! I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU!”

Her eyes widened and she froze. Her frail body gave a quiet gasp.

I shook her gently. “Misty! I can’t stand being with you anymore like this. I don’t want to be friends! I don’t want to be best friends! I! LOVE! YOU! I CAN’T STAND BEING WITH YOU LIKE THIS!

I fell back, exhausted from my little speech, my chest feeling as if a weight had been lifted from it. My chest suddenly felt heavy again as I realized that I had just poured out my emotions to her. I had just bet my friendship. My blood ran cold. Shivers danced down my spine slight. I brought my head up to look at her and we made eye contact.

Suddenly, we were kissing.

Nothing in the world could have felt better that Misty’s lips, her open heart.

When we finally parted, we were both crying.

“Ash…I’ve waited so long. I love you.”

For once in my life I had nothing to say. No snide remark. I looked into her eyes. She smiled brightly at me.

And we embraced.

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