Opposite Passions Chapter 3: She befriended WHO?! By: Finaille Nailo >>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<< WHY IN THE WORLD WOULD MISTY CALL ME?! Ash plops on his bed and buries his face in his hands. Could my life get ANY weirder????? Ash gets back up from his bed and walks to his desk. He sits down in the chair, and looks at the clutter piled on his desk. Then he notices the poem, the one he wrote the night before. He picks it up. Dream Girl Who is this girl? Haunting my dreams every night; Her bright eyes Hypnotizing me into bliss. Why is she there? Telling me How she feels When I don't even know her? When will I meet her? I've never seen her before Yet I feel as if I've known her all my life. How will I know it's her? I will know Her fiery red hair Is the one thing I'll notice, Along with her bright Turquoise eyes. I love this girl And I only want to be with her She is perfect In every way, My dream girl... "What is this?" He says to himself. He reads it, and when he finishes, he sets it back down on the desk. He rests his chin on his hand and sighs. I don't remember writing this, but my name is on it... how strange... >>>>>>>><<<<<<<< "I can't believe I did that..." Misty says as she hangs up the phone. She looks up to the girl sitting on her bed. "Misty hon, you did a great job! At least now we might be able to get back at that jerk!" The girls say, smiling. "Thanks Samantha... I'm so happy I at least befriended one person today..." Misty sighs. "And at least that person agrees with me that Ash is such a TOTAL jerk..." "Don't we all..." Samantha grins. "But I gotta give you props for giving Ash what he needed today! I can't believe you actually fought him." "Like my sisters say, I'm a tough little cookie... someone in the family needs to be." "Well, good for you!" Samantha pats Misty on the back. "So, you're gonna come with me to the gym tomorrow, right?" "Yeah, I am." Misty blinks. "Aren't you gonna get in trouble for playing hooky? I mean, we are only freshman..." "Yeah, so? I've skipped plenty of times... personally I don't like the Academy. Pokemon training isn't my thing, but the rents are totally into it. So it figures they make their only daughter follow in their footsteps." "Sucks to be you." Samantha laughs. "So? It'll be fun for the both of us to kick Ash's but tomorrow." "No kidding. Time to take that arrogant asshole DOWN!" Misty puts a fist in the air. Samantha looks around Misty's room. Paintings and drawings covered a lot of the empty spaces. "Hey Misty, where'd you get all these paintings?" Misty looks at the drawing of a Pikachu in battle, which was right above her bed. "Oh, I didn't get them from anywhere." "You didn't?" Sam asks, puzzled. "Yeah, I drew them!" Samantha gapes. "No way, you didn't!" "Wanna bet? Look at the signatures on each one, on the bottom right corners." Samantha goes up to a few of the pictures and sees Misty's signature on each one. "Wow! That's amazing! Where did you learn to do that?" Misty blushes a little. "I attended an art school in Cerulean. My mom moved me here because my sisters are going to make another gym in the Orange Islands and she wants me to become the gym leader for Cerulean." "Well, this is one of the best academies in Johto." Samantha says, agreeing. Misty looks at another painting, a portrait of her three sisters and their favorite Pokemon. "I guess, I really didn't want to become a gym leader though. But I do love Pokemon." "What Pokemon type does Cerulean specialize in?" "Water type." "Oooh, I LOVE water Pokemon!" Samantha squeals. Misty snorts. "Unlike some jerk we know..." "Go figure." Samantha pauses and thinks for a moment. "Why don't you tell your mom that you don't want to be a gym leader?" "Family tradition. Plus, my mother would go completely ANAL if she found out I didn't want to be a gym leader." "Then why did she put you in art school?" "My mom didn't. My father did. I wasn't originally supposed to become the gym leader, because my dad was until he died when I was four." "Oh Misty, I'm so sorry!" "I really don't mind, I was too young to really remember him. But, since he died my mom had to take over the gym until my sisters turned 10. Then they took over. But they always wanted to make their own gym in the Orange Islands, and my mom is in no condition to take back the gym." "When are you supposed to take over the gym?" "What do you think? When I graduate." "How old are your sisters?" "Twenty-five; all fraternal triplets. There's a portrait of them right there, one I drew about three years ago." Samantha takes a moment to study the pictures." They're pretty." "That's what everybody says. I'm the Cerulean runt!" Mist gets a pouty look on her face. "Oh hon, you are not a runt!" Sam says, hugging Misty. "I really wish I could be an artist..." Misty says. "I love art. Music, painting, drawing, writing... it's all so fun!" "Oooh, so you write too?" Samantha asks. Misty nods. "Yeah, I write like all the time! Wanna see some of my stuff?" "I'd love to!" >>>>>>><<<<<< I should really apologize to my mom... Ash thinks to himself, while lying on his bed, reading. He folds the page so he could come back to the book, and sets in on the bed. He gets up, and tiptoes downstairs. He stops when he gets to the kitchen entrance. "Hey, mom?" Delia looks up from her work. "Oh, hi Ash." "May I sit down?" Ash asks quietly. "Yeah, of course you may." Ash goes to the table and sits down across from Delia. He watches her work for a few moments before speaking. "Hey mom, I just wanted to apologize. You're right, I was a complete idiot to get in a fight with Misty. In fact, she actually called me, and we apologized to each other. We both did something that resulted in the fight." Delia raises an eyebrow. "Misty did something that caused the fight?" "Yeah, I sorta made fun of her." "Ash, now why in the world would you do that?" "I dunno, guess I was sorta being arrogant." "Sounds that way. So are you and Misty friends now?" "I don't know, I think we are." Ash pauses. "We really didn't talk about that, though." "I didn't hear the phone ring." Delia mentions. Ash blinks. "Oh, she called on my cell phone. Apparently she's Gary's neighbor, so she got the number from him." "She's his neighbor? But, she lives in the apartments about five blocks that way." Delia says, pointing to the left. "Doesn't Gary live two blocks that way?" "I don't know where Misty lives..." Ash mumbles. "Well, she might have gotten the number from someone else... do you have any friends who live in the Villa Square Apartments?" Ash thinks for a moment, then his eyes widen. HOLY CRAP! SAMANTHA LIVES THERE!!! Holy SHIT! Misty must have been plotting when she called me! "Mom?" "Yes, dear?" "I think I should go over and apologize to Misty's mom. You know..." "Well, you are grounded, but I suppose that would be the right thing to do." Delia says. "Sure, why not? But if you're not home by 8:00, I'll call the police." Ash hugs his mom tightly. "Oh thank you so much mom! I promise I won't let you down!' "Do you need a ride dear?" "No, I'll just ride my bike. Thanks again mom!" He runs upstairs so he can get the directions to get to the apartments. I'll just go to Sam's house, ask where she is, and tell her mom I was supposed to meet her and Misty and Misty's house, but I lost the number... He snatches the directions off of his bulletin board, and rushes to the garage to get his bike. He opens the garage door, and speeds off on his bike. Misty is so dead! I knew that phone call must have been totally fake! She's probably plotting with Sam as I head over there... >>>>>>><<<<<<< "Hey Sam?" Misty asks, after they were laughing over something. "What?" "Thanks for being my friend. I could never trust that jerk Ash for a second." "No problem! When do you think he'll realize you aren't Gary's neighbor?" Samantha asks. Misty laughs. "Uh, NEVER! He's way too dense." They both laugh hysterically. "He is just really stupid!" Samantha says. "But he is a cutie..." "Omigosh, do you like him?" Misty asks with widened eyes. "Yeah, but he's always such a major jerk to me!" "Is he a jerk to everyone?" "Everyone except his good friends." All of a sudden, the doorbell rings. Misty and Samantha think nothing of it. "His friends don't really seem like jerks." Misty says, pulling at a strand of hair. "They aren't, really. Gary's ok." Samantha says. "Misty!" A voice is heard from outside the room. "What?" Misty yells back. "A boy is here to see you! He's at the door!" Misty scrunches up her eyebrows. "Ok... this is only the first day and a boy is already coming to my house?" "Well, go see who it is!" Misty gets up, and walks out of her room. She goes to the living room, where her mom is sitting. "Hey mom, who is it?" "Well, he is right behind you..." She turns around and gasps. "ASH! What are you doing here????" >>>>>>>><<<<<<< Lol, please review!