A/N: How are yaz all doing? This seems to be my most popular story so far so I'll work on this one before the others ^_^ I'm glad that you're enjoying it. A HUGE thanks to all you who have reviewed me and kept my spirits up, you keep me going! Well, you're not here to read this gibberish, on to the story.

Ash whistled as he went about the kitchen, throwing some lunch together before he went to collect his pokemon. He kept thinking about Misty and he grinned every time he thought about being in the same shower as her. 'Bet many guys wish they could do that,' he thought and chuckled a little.

"What are you giggling about?"

Ash jumped and turned around to face Misty. "Ohh, emm, n-nothing," he stuttered, blushing madly as he looked at her. She was in her skimpy g-string and top again, covered with a light coat over her shoulders. Her hair framed her face perfectly and fell graciously over her bare shoulders.

She raised an eyebrow at him. "Right. Now if you would please stop staring." She grinned as he went redder and turned his back to her, coughing to clearing his throat.

"Y-you hungry?" Ash asked her, glancing over his shoulder.

"Sure. What are you having?"

* * *

During lunch Ash had offered that Misty wear some of his clothes rather than going around like she was in broad daylight. She agreed that it was a good idea then teased him that it must have been a first.

"I've had plenty of good ideas," Ash muttered through a full mouth. He swallowed and shoved another pancake into his mouth.

"Ohh sure. Let me recall some of those." She put her fork down and started to count out on her fingers for each thing she said. "Let me see. There was jumping off waterfalls, off of cliffs, getting us lost countless times..."

"Taking your bike," he whispered to himself and grinned.

"What'd you say?"

"Ohh nothing. You finished yet? Pikachu and Brock are waiting for me at the Pokémon Center."

"Hang on." She finished off her last pancake and put her fork down, sighing contentedly and rubbing her stomach. "Who knew that Ash Ketchum would someday be able to cook for himself, and not half bad might I add."

"And who knew that Misty Waterflower would someday..." Ash cut himself off, almost saying something he knew he would regret. 'Get a clue Ash. She doesn't want to talk about it,' he thought. He picked up the dishes and brought them over to the sink. He'd wash them later.

Misty frowned and stood up. "So... emm..."

"Let's get you those clothes," Ash said and walked past her to his room.

"Ohh, right." She really didn't want to leave yet. The sooner she left, the sooner she would have to go back there, to him. Plus she loved being with Ash. She longed for him to just take her into his strong arms and hold her close. Affection, a feeling she hadn't received in so long. Maybe he could...

'No Misty! Stop thinking that way! To get Ash involved in this might cost him his life, and yours. Forget about all this love and affection. That kiss last night was just a fluke!'

The kiss. Did he really mean to kiss her? Or was it the alcohol in him? But he hadn't drank that much.

'I can always dream,' she thought dreamily as she followed after Ash.

* * *

"Come on Misty!" Ash called impatiently, tapping his foot and glaring over at the clock.

"I'm coming. Hold your Horsea." She came out of his room wearing one of his blue t-shirts and black jeans. She had the t-shirt tucked in and the jeans tied with a belt. Ash's clothes, seeing as he was much broader than Misty, were very baggy on her and Misty was thankful he did have a belt lying around. She left her own clothes on under his but wore a pair of his runners instead of her high heels, which she carried in a small bag. "Bigfoot," she chuckled as she looked down at the runners, being much bigger than the ones she usually wore. She stood in front of the mirror in the hallway and carefully put in her coloured contacts. She tied her hair up and placed the blond wig over her red hair. After making sure that she looked the best she could she turned to face him. "Okay Ashy, all ready."

"About time. Pikachu isn't going to be thrilled with me." Ash picked up his keys from the stand near the door and went out, holding it open for Misty. "Madame." He bowed slightly as she walked past him.

"Thank you butler." She smiled back at him and waited as he locked the door.

"So where are you going?" he asked, coming up next to her. They started walking down the road towards the city center.

"Home I guess. I need to get out of these tasteless clothes and into something more fashionable," she teased.

He smiled, knowing that she was trying to get him annoyed. 'Won't work this time.' "So where do you live anyway?"

"I can't tell you that. Who knows what would happen. You could stalk me!" She gasped and put on a fake shocked expression.

"Ohh yeah. You have to watch out for Ash Ketchum. He'll get you in the dark when you least expect it!" He laughed and grabbed Misty by the shoulders from behind.

"Ohh no! He's got me!" Misty was now playing her damsel in distress act. "Somebody please save little ol' me."

Ash chuckled and spun Misty around to face him, grabbing her shoulders lightly again. He was about to continue with the 'Stalker act' when his eyes met hers and he froze. He got the same feeling inside of him that he'd felt last night. He was reminded of the kiss and he wished for another.

'Kiss her! Go on, you know you want to,' his mind told him.

Ash leaned towards Misty, pulling her slowly towards him. 'Just one little kiss...'

Misty stared into his deep brown eyes and her heart fluttered. No other man had ever made her feel this way, and she doubted that any other would. Seeing him pull closer she did likewise, leaning into him.

'Forget affection Misty! Forget it!' her mind argued. 'You will only be hurt in the end, you know you will.'

She pulled back from him, turning her gaze to the ground.

Seeing this, Ash let her go and took a step back. "Emm, sorry. I don't know what came over me." He scratched the back of his head.

'Man you're rubbish Ketchum. Forget being called Ash Ketchum, your name should be Trash Ketchum,' his mind mocked him.

"Ohh shut up."

"What?"

Ash looked up. "Ehh, nothing. Sorry." They started walking again, this time in silence, for Misty at least.

'Nice one Trash. Giving out to your mind out loud. They'll soon start thinking you're mad.'

Ash sighed and tried to ignore his mind, which wasn't easy. It wasn't too long before they reached the Pokémon Center.

"Well, this is where I head off." Misty turned to Ash. "Thanks for the loan of the clothes. I'll bring them back to you soon."

"No problem. Just glad you weren't cold." He smiled, blushing slightly.

'Would you quit blushing? You'll soon look like a Pikachu if you keep that up. New name for you, Trashachu!'

"So, I'll see you around then."

"Yeah, I guess. Bye Ash." Misty turned around and walked off. Ash watched her until she turned a corner and went out of view. He sighed dreamily and went into the center. He was met by a Thunderbolt from a very peeved Pikachu. He yelled and fell backwards, twitching from the electricity.

"Where the hell have you been? I rang you over an hour and a half ago." Brock stood with his arms crossed, glaring down at Ash. "I had work to do and I couldn't go until you picked up Pikachu and the others."

Ash stood up and stared straight ahead of him, like he was in a daze.

Brock looked at the goofy expression Ash had and felt more angered. "ASH! Didn't you hear a word I just said?"

Ash didn't reply but walked, slouched slightly, past Brock and up to Nurse Joy.

"Ehh Pikachu? Did you shock him too hard?" Brock looked down at the little mouse that shook his head and shrugged. Brock looked back over to Ash. "What's up with him?"

Ash retrieved his pokéballs and thanked Nurse Joy, still dazed and he had no idea what was going on.

Brock came over and waved a hand in front of his face. "Ash?"

"Yeah?"

"You alright? You seem out of it today."

"That's nice."

"Thanks for that party, it was great."

"That's good."

Brock crossed his arms again. "Your pants are around your ankles."

"That's nice."

Pikachu was rolling around on the floor in a fit of giggles. Brock grinned and tried once more.

"Ash, look! It's Misty."

"Misty! Where?" Ash snapped out his trance and spun around, looking for Misty. He blushed as he faced a grinning Brock and a giggling Pikachu.

'They got you that time Trashachu.'

"So that's it. Man you have it bad."

"Me? Have what? You're mistaken." Ash put his pokéballs back onto his belt.

"ASH! DUDE!"

Ash cringed. That annoying voice could only be one person. He looked up and half smiled. "Hey Jeff." He was a great friend with Jeff but he could get annoying at times, never leaving you alone when you wanted to be.

A twenty-year-old, slightly shorter than Ash, came running over to them. He was wearing baggy combats and a green t-shirt. Clumpy black boots thumped on the ground and an opened sleeveless, dark green jacket covered his t-shirt. His pokéballs hung on a loose belt. His red hair was covered with a black cloth cap. Around his neck was a silver chain with a pokéball on it. His green eyes shone as he skidded to a stop in front of Ash. "You scored!"

"What?" Ash raised an eyebrow and tilted his head a little.

"That chick at your party! She stayed with you last night didn't she?"

It was Brock's turn to raise a brow. He was now getting an idea as to why Ash was in a daze.

"Well yeah, but nothing happened." Ash's eyes darted around, trying not to make eye contact.

"Where'd she sleep then?" Jeff grinned, knowing how Ash always got easily embarrassed when it came to girls.

"In my bed but-"

"AHA! I knew it! You slept with that girl right? Right? You did!" Jeff seemed very proud of himself.

Brock chuckled and shook his head. "No wonder you're out of it Ash."

"No I didn't sleep with her! She slept in my bed but I slept on the couch!"

"Then why was she wearing your clothes when she came out of your house this morning? Huh? Explain that!"

"I didn't want her to been seen in what she was wearing! Hey, wait a second. How did you know that?" Ash narrowed his eyes and stared hard at Jeff.

"Ehh, well I... Ohh look at the time. I'd better be going. Nice one Ash." Jeff winked and ran out of the center before he could be asked anything else.

Ash sighed and closed his eyes. When he opened them he glared at Brock, who was smirking at him. "Don't say a word. I mean it."

"Me?" He pointed to himself as if he'd just been insulted. Pikachu was laughing even more now, gripping its sides, as they were hurting.

Ash frowned and shook his head.

* * *

Misty snuck down a side street, carefully looking around to make sure she wasn't being followed. She came to a door and took out a key. She unlocked the door, went in and locked it again behind her.

"Where have you been?" came an angry voice.

Misty jumped and spun around. A shadowed figure stood before her. "I-I was at a job."

"This late?"

"Ehh, long night."

"I hope you got extra cash for it. You were supposed to be back here at ten this morning at the latest. It's four now!"

Misty gasped as she was struck across the face with a whip. She held her cheek, tears brimming in her eyes.

"I take it those are his clothes you're wearing? Get changed and get out there at once before I consider deducting some of your pay this week. Now get!" The shadow pointed towards a door.

Misty nodded. "Yes Sir."

Sorry this one took longer to put up, but I wasn't around to type it. School tour to Germany you see. It was great fun though!
Anyways, hope this chapter was good enough for you. Please review your thoughts and I'll get the next part up and running ASAP. Thankies to all of you for reading! Until next part. Slán!