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Summary: Misty catches her friends being very naughty boys indeed...

Note: This fic is definitely NOT for young eyes. If you are under 18, please find something else to do, like annoy your siblings by singing loudly and badly for no apparent reason. Everyone is over 18, except Ash, who is only 17 in this fic.

Speech. Thoughts.


"Zuh?!" Misty woke with a start and made a face as she realized she'd been chewing on her pillow. Stretching and yawning, she made her way down the darkened stairs for some water to wash the taste out. "Oh, now THAT cannot be possible!" "Shhh! Do you want to wake the girls?!" The loud whisper, combined with her natural curiosity, woke Misty up and got her full attention. "Wow, this is so cool... is it supposed to do that?" Edging forwards, she peered around the wall into the living room.


"Brock, you're drooling on my leg..." "Huh?" Ash pushed Brock away and wiped his leg off with the edge of the rug. "Ech, gross." "Shut up man, it's just getting good..." Tracey growled without taking his eyes off the screen. "What do you mean, 'it's just getting...' Oh." Ash's dark brown eyes widen as he stared at the TV screen. "Oh." "Funny, that's what she just said..."


Misty frowned. 'Well so much for being naive?!' she sighed quietly to herself. 'Boys. Such idiots.' She glanced back up the stairs. 'I hope Mrs. K. doesn't find out about this, she'd killed everyone just on a matter of principle. Not to mention the fact that I don't think Ash would survive having 'The Talk' with her... Morons.'


"Is that even physically possible?!" Misty stepped forwards and quietly leaned against the back of the sofa. "No. Not unless you have no bones, that is."  All three boys leapt into the air in shock. "Uh, Misty, um, we, we can explain..." Misty shrugged. "Explain what? That you're watching a porno? Big deal. Now the fact that Ash isn't old enough to watch this, THAT might take some explaining, sure, but otherwise..." She glanced around at their embarrassed faces. "By the way guys, you might want to sit down again. Less, awkward, that way." The three boys glanced around, puzzled, before finally it dawned on them. All three fell with soft thumps and grabbed the nearest cushion. "Uh, right..."


"She's gonna tell my mum, isn't she?" Ash mumbled. Brock and Tracey shrugged. "Maybe." "Probably." "No." They turned as Misty came back from the kitchen. "Uh, just a tip. NEVER chew on your pillow. So gross." They nervously looked around at each other. "What did you mean by, 'no'?" Misty shrugged. "Please... I may be a complete cow to you guys sometimes, but I wouldn't dob on you just for being boys. Now if you DIDN'T wanna watch this stuff, THEN I'd be worried..." Just then, the TV, which had been left on, moaned. Misty rolled her blue eyes. "She's faking." The three boys spun around and stared. (Although you can’t really be sure with Brock...) "What do you mean, 'she's faking'?!" Misty shrugged. "I'm a girl. We can tell these things. You should hear her when the salesman comes to the door..."


Misty grinned at their shocked faces. "I've seen this one before. I've seen better. Although the salesman's kinda hot... and at least he isn't a poolman, that'd be way too clichéd." She stretched and yawned. "Anyway, I'm off back to bed. Don't stay up too late, you tossers." She turned and started up the stairs, smiling faintly to herself. Ash, Brock and Tracey watched her go. "She's seen it before?!"


Okay, that was just a cheeky little story I came up with very late at night. So late, it's practically morning already. For those who don't know, 'Dob' means tattle, fink, and generally ratting someone out by telling on them. Dobbers should be beaten with a very large stick. J AUSSIE WOLF.