What's With This Kid?
Misty's POV

Here's a little secret of mine
I know it isn't much
I guess it means a lot to me
About *ahem* such and such...

I guess I shouldn't say his name
It would only embarrass him so
But everytime I think of him
I guess me feelings show.

I'll give you clues or hints about him
how we'll be the perfect match
Or maybe I shouldn't say at all...
Nah, I'll tell you all about As- uh... *ahem*

Anyways, it started when?
About two years ago today
I fished him from a murky pond
I remember it like yesterday...

I tugged so hard the line could've snapped
Thinking of gyradoes or dewgongs
But all I got was "just a kid".
I his arms was an injured pokemon.

At once my offends were sprung into gear.
That pikachu was horribly hurt!
The next pokemon center was miles away
And he would just sit in the dirt.

Let's just skip to the part where he took my bike.
The thieving little ignorant rat!
He said he'd pay it back 'some day'.
Oh, right!  As if I'd believe that!

Now, let's go to where he ended up
I tried to act decent, but instead...
I showed up as a barbaric animal
Carrying my burnt bike above my head.

I guess I slipped from the burden of the bike
and As- uh, he ran to my side and offered to help me up.
I wanted so much to like him then,
But where in the world did I slip up?!

Instead, I smacked his hand away
In anger and indefeat.
I wasn't going to ever give in,
But his innocence was so hard to beat...

I followed him in curiousity
I wondered where he would go.
He asked me why I was following him.
I was speechless and... uh-oh!

I instantly made up an excuse
I could tell that he caught it as lame
I just wanted to hide my real reasons inside.
Oh, the overbearing and useless shame!

I grew to like the boy more and more
As I followed him everywhere he'd go.
I could tell he didn't mind my presence at all
So we became best friends, you know?

Once in a while we'll fight... a lot.
I hated the fights and... let's not even mention...
We'd argue, yell and shout and curse
But we'd always do it for attention!

So, now I'm stuck between liking this boy
Or just being his usual best friend:
A taggalong that runs by his side
Who'll stick to him 'till the end.

"The End" was the final grounds.
Just the term had scared me so.
In the end I'd have to leave this boy.
But where is it is what I'd like to know!

No matter, I still must tell him my feelings some day.
I just have to tell him... some way...
I don't know when, how, or where it will go.
But, right now, all I can say is... some day...