Ash,
I went out for a couple of hours but I’ll be right back, most likely around 5PM.
If you get hungry or anything, there is food in the fridge.
Take care of yourself while I’m gone, OK? I don’t wanna come home and
find you unconscious on the floor, passed out from hunger!
I’ll be back as soon as possible.
Take care!
~ Misty
Ash smiled as he finished the letter.
Well, that explains why she didn’t come frantically running in here when I blacked out.
He glanced over at the clock.
3:30...Misty’ll be home in an hour and a half.
Then he smiled wickedly to himself as he threw the letter down and ran into the kitchen.
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Meanwhile, Misty sat in an over-priced, and extremely chilly, office waiting in front of a large, cherry wooded desk.
Why did I come here? she asked herself, I knew filing this report would be embarrassing, but I suppose it’s the only way to know.
She shifted in her chair and looked nervously around the room, when a tall, blonde man entered through the office’s entrance, carrying papers and folders.
“I’m glad you could make it this time, Miss. Waterflower. Are you ready to see your requested information?” asked the man, as he seated himself behind the darkly dyed desk.
Misty smiled nervously and uneasily nodded her head.
“Yes, I am, Mr. Mack. Thank you.”
Mack smiled and handed her a folder.
Misty took it warily and placed it upon her lap as she uncrossed her legs.
Wow, is this all of it? she thought, looking at the bulky size of the folder.
Slowly she opened it and looked at the contents of the top page.
After a few minuets, Mr. Mack eyed her and noticed her uneasiness.
“Is that the information you wanted, Miss. Waterflower?”
Misty raised her cerulean-colored eyes and met Mack’s large brown ones.
“Yes. This is it. By the way, thank you for not laughing at me when I requested this information, but it is important that I know about this.”
Mr. Mack smiled.
“Of course, Misty. I understand your problem and the need for this information completely. But don’t expect special treatment every time, Ok?”
Misty smiled weakly and re-closed the folder.
Mr. Mack stood and Misty rose from her chair then as well.
“Thank you again, Mr. Mack. I really appreciate you doing this for me. I know it’s not every day that you get these types of cases.”
Mack continued smiling.
“Of course, Miss. Waterflower. Have a nice day, now.” he said, sitting back down in his chair.
Misty merely nodded and left the office.
I hope this information clarifies what’s been going on lately. I don’t think I can take much more of this.
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Ash had been scrambling around the kitchen for an hour, pulling this and that from everywhere and mixing it together.
Misty’ll be home any minuet now; I need to get this done, quick! he thought, wiping his sweaty brow.
He quickly sat the small kitchen table with all the necessities and ran back to the kitchen cabinets for the plates.
Just as he pulled the food from the oven, Ash heard the front door open and close.
Misty’s home! he thought, scrambling around the kitchen faster, if that was possible.
“Ash?” Misty called into her empty den, “Ash, where are you?”
Suddenly, Misty smelled something cooking in the kitchen (and smelling wonderful) as she made her way across the room, setting her keys, purse and folder on the table outside of her room.
Slowly she pushed open the kitchen door, only to reveal Ash sitting on the counter, his chest heaving. Misty smiled as an amused look played across her face.
“Ash, what’s wrong? Did it really take all that effort to jump up onto that counter?” she asked sarcastically, as she leaned up against the door frame.
Ash looked up at her and smiled as he jumped off of the countertop.
“Yeah, ya know, that thing is a lot higher than it looks.” he said, his smile broadening.
Misty laughed as she entered the room further.
“So what are you doing in here? And what is that delicious smell?”
Ash smiled wider yet again as he took her arm and guided her over to the kitchen table.
“I hope you’re hungry...and that you like chicken because that thing took me forever to cook.”
Misty smiled and bit her lip as she took her seat.
Ash took his cue and took his seat across the table from her.
“Ash, you didn’t have to do all of this. You know that, don’t you?” she asked seriously.
Ash leaned in a little closer toward the center of the table.
“I know I didn’t have to, but I wanted to thank you for all this stuff you’re doing for me. You don’t have to do any of the things you’re doing either, but, never the less, you are.” he said, smiling at her again.
Misty felt her knees go weak as she blushed and smiled back at Ash.
“Well Ash, thank you. Thank you very much. This is nice...no one has ever made me dinner before...well, no one, that is, except my mother.” she concluded smiling nervously at him.
“Well then,” said Ash, “let’s eat.”
Misty nodded.
Soon Ash and Misty were talking, laughing, eating, drinking (water) and being merry.
Why does this just feel so....right? they both thought simultaneously as their perfect moment lasted into the moon illuminated night.
~~~~~End of Chapter 4~~~~~
To be continued...
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Well, that’s chapter 4...a little short, I know...gimme time, I’ll be up with the next chapter soon, OBkb?
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