So Far Away

            Hey, itÕs me again! I have an overactive imagination, so whenever I see something interesting, my imagination kicks in and I develop a story around it. Why am I saying this? ThereÕs an interesting artwork that IÕve seen on deviantART that caught my eye. That work is kind of sad. It has our favorite wannabe Master and a certain red-haired Water trainer after a phone call to each other. The work is kind of sad because it shows the two in very similar rooms, yet they realize they are far away from each other. IÕve decided to write a story about the phone call itself. IÕll try and show the artist my story. Maybe he/she will like it. HereÕs the artwork: http://mistywishmaker.deviantart.com/art/I-m-Here-ft-Ash-and-Misty-52458674

Note: ÒPokemonÓ is a registered trademark of Nintendo USA, Warner Bros., and the Pokemon Company. This is an amateur story and is purely for entertainment purposes.

Do I have to state that there will be mentioning of bands and songs on here? If I do, then they are the registered trademark of the bands themselves and their respective record companies, as well as the songs.

Ash: 15

Misty: 15

            Misty flopped down on the bed. She was tired. It was another day, another group of challengers at the Cerulean Gym. I wish my sisters would get back soon. She thought. She looked outside. It was raining. She took of her yellow top, revealing a red tube top. She took off the band that held her hair up in her signature side ponytail. Immediately, her thoughts drifted to a certain black-haired trainer whom she hadnÕt seen in over a year. Yes, she did love him. She had come to terms with that a month ago, and it was eating her alive. ÒOh, AshÓ, she said out loud, thinking about his enthusiasm and cockiness. She knew that he thought about her too, because she had spoken with May, his companion in the Hoenn region. She had stated that sometimes Ash would stay up late at night, thinking about someone. Misty could tell that May was referring to her. She wanted to talk to him. ÒOh Ash, I miss you.Ó She said to no one in particular. Just then, her cell phone rangÉ

            Ash Ketchum and his comrades, Brock, Dawn and Pikachu ran hurriedly to a Pokemon Center. Just like in Cerulean, it was raining. Ash and Brock had raincoats on, while Dawn was trying to run with an umbrella. Obviously that didnÕt do too much good. Ash held the door open for them. ÒCome on!Ó he yelled. ÒDawn, hurry up, dammit!Ó

            ÒIÕm trying!Ó She replied.

            ÒWeÕre getting you a rain jacket, you know!Ó He yelled back. Finally, she made it in. Ash went up to the counter. Too bad Brock was already flirting with you-know-who, who wasnÕt exactly crazy about it. He took matters into his own hands and grabbed BrockÕs ear, dragging him away from Nurse Joy. When Brock was good distance away, he went up to the front desk and said, ÒI need a room or rooms for three people.Ó Nurse Joy replied,

            ÒWe only have single rooms available.Ó Ash, not wanted to pass up anything, accepted. After singing the paperwork for the rooms, he, Dawn, Brock and Pikachu went to their rooms. Ash went into his room. It had sand colored paint on it, a brown window frame and roll-down drapes that had the same color as the walls. He took off his rainjacket, removed his ball cap and unzipped his shirt halfway down the yellow stripe on his shirt. He sat down on the bed, which had, strangely, pink bed sheets. For some reason, he began thinking about a certain redhead. He tried to get the feeling out of his head by putting on his iPod and listening to Guns NÕ Roses, but it was no use. His iPod went to ÒSweet Child OÕ Mine.Ó

            Oh God, he thought. Of all the songs on my iPod, I have to listen to this one. Not that he hated it, of course. He loved the great vocals by Axl Rose and the sweet guitar riff and solo by Slash (fangirls-DONÕT get any bad ideas! It is the name of a guitar player, dammit! Not what youÕre thinking!). However, it was the lyrics that got to him. Hearing Axl pour out his love to some girl (it was actually written about his then-grilfriend Erin Everly) reminded him of - you guessed it - Misty. It was just so damn romantic that he couldnÕt take it. But he wanted to hear SlashÕs solo first. After the song was over, he promptly got out his cell phone and dialed MistyÕs number. The phone rang several times. He was about to back out of it, but he heard her sweet voice say,

            ÒHello?Ó

            ÒMisty?Ó

            ÒOh, hi, Ash.Ó Ash was worried. She wasnÕt as subdued as she was now. But his fears were put to rest. ÒIÕm sorry, IÕm just a little tired.Ó She said. For some odd reason, her room in Cerulean Gym looked exactly like the room Ash was in.

            ÒSo, um, how are you?Ó He asked her.

            ÒIÕm okay, just a little tired.Ó She replied.

            ÒAny challengers?Ó

            ÒA lot.Ó

            ÒOh.Ó There was some silence before Misty said,

            ÒSo whyÕd you call me?Ó She was not scolding him, just being curious. He replied,

            ÒSheÕs got a smile that it seems to me, reminds me of childhood memories, where everything was as fresh as the bright blue sky.Ó Misty chuckled.

            ÒThat one, huh?Ó
            ÒYeah. Got me thinking about you again.Ó

            ÒThanks. ItÕs lonely around here. IÕm glad I have someone to talk to, even though itÕs on the phone.Ó He laughed at this slightly.

            ÒI guess so. Is it raining there?Ó Misty looked out the window.

            ÒYeah, why?Ó

            ÒItÕs raining here, too. Pouring, in fact.Ó

            ÒHuh.Ó She said. She couldnÕt keep it in. ÒAsh?Ó

            ÒYeah?Ó She paused slightly.

            ÒI miss you.Ó He quickly replied,

            ÒI miss you, too.Ó There was a short silence. No other words needed to be spoken, but Ash suddenly felt as though he needed to say something. ÒMisty?Ó

            ÒYeah, Ash?Ó He struggled with his words. It was this same fear that had prevented him from saying it before, but he finally managed to muster up his courage. Taking a big breath, he said,

            ÒI love you, Misty.Ó His confession surprised her, but not too much. She gathered up her own courage and said,

            ÒI love you too, Ash.Ó Ash felt good. But the problem was, they were on the phone with each other. They couldnÕt feel the warm embrace of each other, or have their lips locked in a passionate kiss. ÒGoodbye, Ash.Ó She said.

            ÒBye, Misty.Ó He replied. He hung up. He looked away from the window and laid his right arm down. Misty also hung up. Her knees were almost to her chest. She had a look of sadness on her face. Sure, she and Ash had confessed their feelings to each other, but they couldnÕt share time physically. They were just so far away from each other, even though they were in similar rooms. A tear ran down her face.

            Ash heard a knock on the door. It was Dawn.

            ÒHey, Ash, theyÕre serving dinner right now, soÉÓ She trailed off when she saw the sad look on his face. ÒOh. ItÕs Misty isnÕt it? Is sheÉÓ

            ÒNo.Ó He said, knowing exactly what she was about to say. ÒI confessed my feelings to her and she returned them. ButÉÓ

            ÒYouÕre so far away from each other, I know. You miss her.Ó He nodded. ÒWell, I think IÕll leave you alone now.Ó Ash appreciated DawnÕs consideration of his feelings. He just needed to be alone for a few minutes. He had confessed to Misty, but he was sad, too. He was just so far away. A tear ran down his face. He lied down on the bed, and took a short nap. In Cerulean, a worn out Misty did the same thing. The two had the same dream, that they were together for once, and happy. But they knew that when they woke up, they wouldnÕt be together. They were just too far away.

Sad, isnÕt it? I know the Òso far awayÓ thing got a little repetitive, but IÕm trying to write a story here. I was going to call it by the artworkÕs name (IÕm Here) but it didnÕt work. So I went with ÒSo Far Away.Ó And the ÒSupermanÓ story is coming up, IÕve started working on the next chapter. Please review. Later.