iPod

Holy God on a bike, Aeris is alive! Can you believe it!? Well, I’m going to do a short little oneshot, that is about Misty and her sparkly iPod. Hee. Anyways… Enjoy!

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“She’s obsessed with that piece of junk, Brock,” Ash said. “I just say it’s a really pricey version of a walkman.”

Misty had recently purchased a 314 dollar, black, shiny iPod, and was now completely obsessed with the music storing device. She’d have the earbuds in her ears twenty-four seven, and everytime they got to nearest PokèCentre, she’d run inside as fast as she could to recharge it, considering the battery life was extremely short. Ash was disturbed that all her attention had been turned to the stupid iPod, and she really didn’t even look at her traveling companions anymore. No way. He wasn’t jealous of a freaking iPod. Just because Misty wasn’t paying attention to him, meaning beating the crap out of him, didn’t mean he was going to get depressed. He was happy that she was ignoring him, right? Yeah…

“Hey, let her obsess. Sooner or later, she’ll get sick of it, and she’ll start paying attention to us again,” Brock responded as he slurped some of his soup off a silver spoon. Ash groaned and took a drink of his water.

“Yeah, but it’s so annoying! She’s always got it cranked up so loud that I can hear it!”

“I can hear it too. Whatever it is, it’s pretty cool,” Brock said, nodding slightly.

“You’re supposed to be taking my side here!” Ash whined, putting his hat back on and standing up.

“Okay, okay… Sorry. Where you going?” He asked, finishing up his soup.

“I’m going to talk to Misty about her stupid iPrep,” he said.

“…It’s iPod, Ash,” Brock corrected.

“Whatever,” Ash said, walking off towards Misty’s room. He heard different noises coming from the rooms on his sides. He heard Pokemon screeching, people screaming, TV’s blaring, and finally when he came to Misty’s room, all he heard was silence. He grinned, thinking she was taking a nap or something. He rapped his knuckle lightly on the wooden door, requesting permission to go in. There was no response, so he twisted the knob and opened it, stepping into her room. He didn’t see her, until he turned around the corner. His jaw dropped.

“Wh-Whoa,” he stammered, his eyes widening. Misty was in a pair of pajama shorts, and a tight tanktop, hugging what curves she had, and she was dancing sensually beside her bed. Althought Ash couldn’t hear the music, he could tell that her hips were swaying in rhythm to the techno rhythm. Her hair was tossed over her face, out of the usual side ponytail, and it swung from side to side as she spun. Her cerulean blue eyes were shut, and her lips were synching with the words.

Don’t you know that you’re toxic?

She suddenly knelt, then stood up, letting her hand rub up her leg to in between her thighs. Ash swallowed and wanted to say something, but couldn’t. Her hands played through her hair as her hips swayed rhythmically once more.

I think I’m ready now…

Ash read her lips. Her eyes opened to see him standing there, completely red in the face, looking highly amused. She felt her face redden, and remembered she was wearing a rather skimpy outfit. She opened her mouth to say something, but only felt a breath escape.

“Uh, Misty, I’m s—“

“GET OUT!” Misty roared finally, almost dropping her iPod onto the floor. Ash stumbled out of her room, running towards the lobby. Once he was out of the range of her infuriated screams, he grinned.

“I think I like iPods,” he said with a smirk.

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Woohooo! Yeah, I know it’s really short, but I really felt like I had to update my profile on TPT. <3 I’m not dead! If you want to contact me, email me at unprissy2@yahoo.com or madamdracomalfoy@yahoo.com

-Aeris