Chance (for love)

Chapter 4: The good day

Ash: Yes, I’ve got this chance and now I will use it.

Misty sat inside the lounge area of the pokemon center; she starred outside the window wondering what was going on with Ash. He was acting strange from the start of the day and actually ran off somewhere without a trace. Hopefully he’ll come around and tell her exactly what was going on. Before she gave it any more thought her wishes came true and there was Ash looking down at her with a smile, seems like he got over whatever was bothering him.

Misty: Ash!

Misty stood up, had an urge to give him a hug but stopped herself.

Misty: So are you alright, you seemed stressed out over something serious.

Ash: I’m fine, never better. I just realized something.

Misty: What?

Ash: I have another chance.

Ash still spoke in riddles but at least he wasn’t stressed. It would be best not to question it further, might bring back the stress. Misty just went along with whatever Ash said, playing along as he took her by the hand and walked outside.

Misty: Ash? Where are we going?

Ash: Well um . . . just back to our walk.

*****

The two sat at a bench snacking on ice cream while watching children playing off in the distance and people passing by. The atmosphere was overly done but it did help calm things down.

Ash: I bet you this would be one of those Tracey Sketch moments.

Misty: Hmmm, what makes you say that?

Ash pointed to a couple of Sentrets running through the park getting some hand outs from the children with food.

Misty: Cute.

Misty turned back to Ash and saw him with a mini sketchpad. He tried to draw the Sentrets and the children feeding them. Tracey’s skill was far better but Ash had some talent. With a little more practice Ash could probably reach Tracey’s level.

Misty: Not bad. Do you think you can draw something for me?

Ash: Like what?

Misty: . . . well, how about me.

Ash: You? Um okay. Kinda like one of those titanic moments.

Misty giggled and did a silly overly dramatic sexy pose.

Misty: Its not gonna be a nude one.

Ash: Flirt.

*****

It had become evening time when Ash and Misty got out of the theater. The movie they watched had a bittersweet theme to it, a good ending but nothing pretty. It was a romantic story full of depression and blues with a calm resolution at the end, just something satisfying though not all that happy. Misty was holding onto Ash’s arm feeling a bit unstable from sitting down for over two hours plus she was emotionally affected by the movie.

Ash: Easy now.

Misty: Sorry, I have a habit of crying at love stories.

Ash: It was more like the blues. Come’on, lets go grab a bite to eat.

Their afternoon was spent pretty much on recreation together. The walk in the park resulted in Misty posing for Ash while he sketched her. As he sketched they talked about various things like how Misty felt like a movie actress that did a similar scene. The movie talk resulted in talk about going to see a movie, one of the newer releases based on a novel from long ago. Ash had already read the novel while traveling, one of Misty’s books that she loaned to him one evening. Surprisingly enough the movie resembled the story and plot of the book, also in dialogue and scenes. Normally books and movies differ but not this one, perhaps since it was a really good story to begin with.

Now the two spent part of their evening at a local restaurant that boasted to have the best shrimp dishes. The place was crowded and very noisy; part of it was actually a bar that housed a sports television that hanged from the ceiling. The noise didn’t bother Ash and Misty, they could still hear themselves as they continued to talk about the movie.

Misty: . . . it had me guessing for awhile. Think of one thing then the story turns into another, that is what I like.

Ash: I remember spending many sleepless nights reading the book version; I just couldn’t put it down.

Misty: Me too, but you kept me up while you read always ask’n me questions and stuff.

Ash: Haa haa haa, sorry. So how’s your shrimp pasta dish?

Misty: Perfect. And your shrimp tempura?

Ash: Tasty, wanna bite?

Ash picked one up with his chopsticks and dipped it in the soy sauce. Misty smiled and opened her mouth waiting for it. There was a cute delight feeding Misty, a bit romantic in a way. Now it was Misty’s turn. Pasta was a bit more difficult; Misty just rolled up one with a fork and fed it to Ash. It was a playful gesture to be feeding each other, it was a bit silly but it was worth a few laughs and giggles. Dessert was shared between the two, a tall sundae big enough to feed four people, for Misty she could eat dessert for five.

Walking back to the pokemon center before curfew Misty noticed another change within Ash. She liked this change; he seemed more close and warm. Maybe something happened to him when he ran this afternoon or maybe he’s realizing something. Could it be he started to feel attracted to her? He does have his arm around her shoulder as they walk back. Recalling a portion of some teen magazine of dating and love situation Misty read a part where simple acts can mean certain things. If Ash was holding her hand then it was a definite sign of some type of personal progress into their relationship but the magazine didn’t say anything if the guy has his arm around the girl, was it the same as holding hands? This was definitely a close encounter but it also felt more of a friendship interaction, well it didn’t matter to much now because they approached the entrance to the pokemon center lodging area, it was time to rest up and prepare for tomorrow.

Inside their room Misty gracefully walked around the room feeling light on her feet and happy. Ash sat on his bed just watching her as she headed to the dresser to comb her hair.

Ash: You seem happy.

Misty: I am. I think I’m extra happy because . . . because you’re such a gentleman.

Ash: Me? So what’s that have to do with you being happy?

Misty: Hmmmm a girl likes it when a guy behaves like a gentleman.

Ash: Oh. Um another thing, why do you comb your hair when you’re going to bed?

Misty: I always comb my hair so it doesn’t get tangled. My your so inquisitive all of a sudden.

Ash: Sorry.

Misty: Actually I like that, I feel very noticed.

When Ash finally is settled in his bed and about to sleep he thought about the day and his current situation. He got his wish; he’s repeating the week so he can romantically express his feelings to Misty. So far so good, just have to find the right moment and present her with the locket then say those three words. Ash closed his eyes going to sleep when suddenly he felt something to the side of his cheek. He opened his eyes and there was Misty smiling down at him. She winked at him, with a blush and smile explained herself.

Misty: That’s for today.

Misty walked to her bed and slipped in, she bided Ash a good night as Ash did the same. The day is done, six days to go.

*****

Ash heard the sound of some beeping and chatter around him. The beeping came from some electronic device nearby. It had a certain rhythm to its beeping, a bit disturbing for someone who wanted to sleep a bit more. Then he heard his name being called out, loudly, like yelling at him, he knows that voice, its Misty.

Misty: Ash!! Ash!! Ash!!

Ash slowly opened his eyes and saw Misty looking right at him holding a platter with his morning breakfast.

Misty: Ash . . . Ash wake up.

Ash: Hmmm Misty? Oh, did my alarm go off?

Misty looked around, she didn’t remember hearing an alarm, in fact she IS Ash’s alarm in the mornings.

Misty: Do you mean me? Well that’s a cute way of putting it. Anyway here’s your breakfast.

Ash put the thought of the alarm aside when he saw the breakfast before him. It was all neatly put, a bowl of rice, scrambled eggs on a plate, some small sausages across from it, some lettuce slices, some toast already buttered and jellied, and chopsticks in the center.

Misty: I thought maybe you wanted something a bit more Japanese; the only thing missing is the small bowl of Miso soup. I couldn’t find any around but I’m sure you’ll get stuffed with what you already have.

Ash: Thanks Misty.

Ash smiled and started to eat. He always liked breakfasts that involved a lot more than a bowl of cereal and milk. A little variety of each is very filling and appetizing. While Ash ate Misty used the time to take a bath and groom herself a bit. She decided to wear her hair down today, don’t know why but she just felt that way. When Ash finished eating, Misty cleaned up after him and got his bath ready. Ash wondered why Misty was being so helpful this morning but she probably was still feeling very cheerful since last night or dreamed something nice. Speaking of dreams, Ash had a dreamless night, nothing really strange but when he fell asleep that night he noticed it was morning when he heard the sound and Misty calling out to him. As if he just closed his eyes for one second and the entire night passed.

Ash: Who cares, I don’t feel tired so I must’ve slept.

Misty: Ash your bath is ready!

Ash: Coming!

By the looks of things today could be another good day, so now to think of some thing to do to spend some quality time with Misty and maybe present to her the locket.

In the next chapter: Days can go by pretty quickly when spent with someone you love. The setting is being set, Ash may have his chance soon enough to give her the locket. Just a few more days to go before time resumes.

Author’s Note: Hope everyone likes the fic. I will now answer a few questions that may have come up. First of the stone that Ash has, his “chance” as it is called brought him back seven days (a week) because that is what he wanted. Through his confusion he tires to make sense and finally understands it after a talk with Officer Jenny. Now the scene where Ash recalls of the night where he was about to have sex with Misty, he just remembered it as he walked to the pokemon center. He didn’t use the stone to go back to that time but he just remembered that memory because its one where felt like he missed an opportunity. Did that clear up anything? Oh and exactly how old are they? Well I don’t usually tell the age, I let the reader make their own conclusions, but lets say this, they have to be over 18 (but not always necessarily).to engage in certain, “practices.” Well whatever age you feel that they are, they are that age.

If ya have any more questions, put it in the review and I’ll answer them. The only answer I won’t tell you is the ending which I hope to totally surprise everyone. Well Ja ne!