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Ages ~

Ash ~ 16

Misty ~ 16

Brock ~ 18

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~ Part 10; ‘It’s about time!’

Misty sighed for what seemed the hundredth time that day staring into her empty glass of  iced tea. This was what, her fourth glass? She looked up at the clock again. A half and hour late. Misty sighed and leaned back in her booth. Who was she kidding? What makes her think someone would actually –

“Hey Misty!” Misty looked up. She smiled weakly and nodded in greeting.

Ash sat down in the booth and studied her for a while. Misty had been in the same position for a while. Barely ever taking her eyes off of the iced tea glass and either putting her face right to it, or just leaning back in her booth.

Ash took a deep breath. “So how’s the wait coming?”

Misty just looked up at Ash. She didn’t even need to answer that question. Her eyes told Ash all he needed to know. She was frustrated, mad, hurt, and confused. Ash cringed knowing a lot of this was his fault.  She wanted to yell at someone, she wanted to belt out all her problems, and lately she would do that with Pikachulover, but she wasn’t even the mood to talk to him, not only that, but she was actually wishing Ash was Pikachulover!

“I feel so stupid. Why did I think he would come?”

Ash fidgeted in his seat. “Maybe he did and you just didn’t notice.”

“Doubt it. How am I supposed to know it was him, and I left a pokemon out like he told me.”

Ash sighed. All he did was stare a Misty’s still, sad figure. “Maybe he was going to bring a pokemon in too.”

Misty shrugged, but smiled a bit. “Maybe.”

Ash’s face lit up with a smile. “Be right back!” He raced out of the fast food place and out of site. Misty sat there and slumped back in her seat. She looked at the clock again. 35 minutes late.

After another five minutes passed, Misty sighed deeply and stood up. She grabbed her book bag and slung it over her shoulder.

The bell above the door moved her attention towards it. IN came Ash…again… this time he was carrying Pikachu.

He walked right over to Misty and gave her a big, but nervous smile. “Hey Misty, you leaving?”

“yeah… I gave up waiting for him.” She sighed sadly again and patted Pikachu’s head. “Bye.”

Ash sighed and stood there while Misty walked towards the door. Finally, just before she walked out, Ash called, “Hey Misty!” She stopped and looked at him. “What if he did come already and you just don’t know it?”

Misty shrugged. “Well it’s kinda late now, isn’t it?”

Ash shook his head. “No.” He suddenly became increasingly embaressed and lowered his head and began shuffling his feet.

Misty looked at him curiously. What was he talking about. “Huh?” Misty shook her head and turned towards the door. “Oh, um, look Ash, I’m going to go now…”

“Wait.”

Misty stopped and turns towards Ash.

Ash didn’t look at her, but handed her a note. “Someone handed this to me, I think you should read it.”

Misty’s eyes widened and she quickly grabbed the note from his hands. She read it over, it said:

Dear Tenta ~

   I realize you won’t recognize me, so I’ll have my favorite pokemon out too okay? I’ll be there soon!”

~Pikachulover

Misty’s eyes shot up and she looked at Ash. “When’d you get this?”

“When I went to get Pikachu.” Ash smiled shyly at her.

“What did he look like? Did he give you a name? Why didn’t you stop him?!” Misty yelled.

Ash shuffled his feet on the floor trying to figure out how to answer her. “He just handed it to me and left, I didn’t even know it was him till I read it.”

Misty shook her head and ran to the booth again and went back to staring at her glass.

Ash stood there a moment, then he silently made his way out the door.

Misty ignored him and continued to stare into her empty iced tea glass patiently waiting for Pikachulover once again.

Her patience was rewarded and in came – Ash again?!

Misty sighed as Ash came over to sit down at her table – Pikachu in hand. “Hey.” He greeted, not looking up.

Misty looked at Ash in annoyance. “Ash! Why do you insist on coming?”

Ash sighed and shrugged. Why did he come? Why did he put up with this? Oh yeah, Misty supposedly liked him. Ash just looked up at her and smiled.

And he liked her too.

Misty rolled her eyes and stared at the door. A boy came in. Misty ignored him. He didn’t hold a pokemon.

Pikachu was getting bored. He wiggled a bit in Ash’s lap. He didn’t know WHY Ash brought him. He just knew it was important. He figured it had something to do with Misty and getting her back with them, and for that, he was willing to sit there and be patient, though if he sat there much longer, Ash was going to get a shock later.

“So, the note said he was supposed to bring a pokemon, right?” Ash hinted. He was getting kind of tired of sitting there, and would rather get this whole thing over with so he’d know if Misty still liked him or not.

Misty just nodded in response. Ash sighed. And she called HIM dense. ‘Okay….’ Ash thought, ‘Time for the obvious suttle approach.’

“Hey Misty?” Ash ventured.

Misty looked at him. “Huh?”

“Are we still friends?”

Misty cocked her head in confusion. “Course, why wouldn’t we be?”

Ash looked at her with sincere eyes. “Because you left.”

Misty sighed. “Oh Ash. I left – I left because I wanted to fulfill my dream and,” She looked down and didn’t finish.

Ash’s eyes clouded over. It was him. He knew it. He made her leave. But he was going to get her back! “Are you going to be traveling with us again?”

Misty kept her gaze down at the table. “I don’t know Ash.”

Pikachu made a sad whimper, but didn’t interfer.

Ash took a deep breath. “Well, can we at least give our e-mail addresses now?”

Misty shrugged. “Alright.” She smiled at him and winked. “We’ll do our best not to fight on there.”

Ash smiled and nodded. “Right.” He pulled a small, folded piece of paper out of his pocket. “Here.”

Misty took it and Ash stood up. “I’m going to go back to the pokemon center now.”

“Okay. Bye Ash.”

Ash waved and nervously walked out, Pikachu following at his heels. Was he doing the right thing? He smiled whistfully. When Misty read the note she would either kill him, or kiss him. He was definetly hoping the latter, but just incase, he was going to the pokemon center to make his will.

~;~;~  

Misty was getting really impatient. It had been a full hour already. Misty’s eyes flared up. What if Ash tricked her? This was most certainly NOT a funny trick! She sat up in her booth and got her laptop out of her notebook. She was going to give Ash a piece of her mind. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the piece of paper. Angrily she logged onto AOL and typed the new message. She unfolded the paper and without thinking, she typed it in.

TO: Pikachulover@aol.com

Misty started to type her message but her hands froze. Her eyes traveled back to the open piece of paper sitting by her laptop on the table.

It simply read this:

‘Ash’s e-mail: Pikachulover@aol.com’

Misty’s widened at the realization. It was so obvious too! HE acted the same way! HE met her there right at four. HE had a pokemon with him. HE loved Pikachu. HE was Pikachulover, and Pikachulover was him!

A grin slowly spread over Misty’s face, lighting it up. She was so worried about liking Ash better than Pikachulvoer and thinking they would be so much the same, that she never thought they would be the same person! She suddenly felt a strong urge to smack him on the head for not telling her earlier and then to kiss him.

Misty stood up from the table. She knew what to do.

She grabbed her backpack and shoved her closed laptop in there. As quick as she could, she ran out of the food place and ran to the pokemon center.

~;~;

A tan, squinty eyed boy –also known as Brock – sat cross-legged on the couch with arms folded across his chest. His eyes following every move Nurse Joy made. He wasn’t allowed to speak to her though. Ash had made sure of that. For some reason when he came back from where ever he was, he yelled at him for pestering Nurse Joy and said if he did it again he’d tell Pikachu to give him an extra strong thunderbolt.

Brock sighed. Thinking of Ash stopping Brock from flirting made him think of Misty. Where was she right now? Was she in Viridian right now? Was she training? Was she getting enough sleep and food? How was her pokemon? Was she having fun? Was she missing them? Was she anywhere near where they were? Was she…

“Brock!”

…right in front of him.

“Misty!” Brock jumped up and ran to hug his friend. “I’m so glad you’re here!”

Misty hugged him back, but quickly pulled away. “Have you seen Ash?”

Brock smiled knowingly and nodded towards the back room.

“He’s watching the beautiful and talented nurse Joy at work! In fact, I think you should take me in there with you-“

*WAM!*

“NOT EVEN IN YOUR DREAMS BROCK!”

Brock grinned like an idiot on the floor while Misty stalked off to find Ash. Misty was back!

~;~;~

Pikachu sat on the floor in the corner of the pokemon room. He held his precious bottle of ketchup in his tiny paws like a mother would protect her child. No one would take his precious ketchup away form him!

He silently watched Ash have a conversation with Nurse joy, something about women, nothing he knew too much about, so Pikachu just resorted to sitting in the corner silently observing.

A sound from the door opening made his attention turn from Ash to a certain head who had just walked in the room. He saw Ash watch her with weary eyes. Misty just walked up to him and stood in front of him for a moment, their eyes searching the others. Out of no where Misty smacked him in the back of the head. “DON’T DO THAT TO ME AGAIN!” She yelled in his face.

Ash rubbed the back of his head. This he expected – kind of. He was hoping more for a ‘I’m so glad it was you Ash!’ but he supposed this was better than getting killed by her mallet. Suddenly, he felt a warm sensation flowing all over him. He could feel his face especially becoming red. The source: his lips. He followed his instincts and began to kiss Misty back.

Pikachu smiled, unnoticed in the corner. All he could think of was, ‘It’s about time!’

~;~;~

Brittany calmly walked over to the family of four’s table and looked down at them.

The father looked at her in annoyance and pointed a finger at something sitting under a table.

“That THING keeps staring at us and upsetting our kids! Make it stop!”

Brittany turned her head to look. She sighed and turned her head back to the family. “I’ll do what I can.”

She silently walked over to the table and bent down. “So you’re the thing that’s been scaring away some of my customers!” She smiled at it and picked it up. She held it at smiled at it. “Come on, I’ll take you home after my shift is over,” She grinned. “I think I know where your home is.”

The figure just looked at her and smiled. “Psyiii! ((Yeah!))”

Hee hee… I didn’t know where else to put Psyduck… sorry if that was kinda dorky…

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