Opposite Passions Part 5: Friendships and Dreams By Finaille Nailo DISCLAIMER: I do NOT own Pokemon and majority of the characters in this fanfiction!!! 0o0o0o0o0o0 Misty is lying on her bed, her face to the ceiling. Ash isn't as bad as he seemed a few days ago. I mean, I never thought I'd ever get along with him when I first met him. A second voice popped in her head. Hey, you were arrogant too! After today, I really think my feelings for him have changed. Maybe I do want to be friends with him... I can't believe he actually offered to help me convince my mom that I want to be an artist... Misty jumps as the phone starts to ring. She climbs off of her bed, goes over to the phone, and picks it up. "Hello, Yawa residence, this is Misty." "Hey Misty, it's Sam!" She announces. "Hey, you doing anything right now?" Misty thinks for a moment. "No, why?" "Wanna come over? I want to hear all about the battle! Plus, you need to get your assignments for school." Sam sang. Misty grins. "Yeah, sure, no one's home anyways. Uh, what's your apartment number again?" Misty questioned. "It's four-nineteen." Sam answers. "Ok, I'll be over in a sec! Bye!" She hangs up the phone, runs out of her apartment and power walks to Sam's apartment. She rings the doorbell; Sam answers almost instantly and invites her in. They go to Sam's room. "So, who won the battle?" Sam blurted out. Misty grins. "Well... you'd never believe it..." "Did he win?" Sam gasps. "No, but neither did I." Misty admitted. "How do you tie?" Sam asks curiously. "As much as I love Pokemon, I pretty much work with breeding traits, not battling." "Well, he was using a Swellow, and I was using my Corsola. He used a Hyper Beam attack and I used a Pyschic attack. The attacks pretty much made a huge explosion and both Pokemon fainted near the same time. If one of the Pokemon still had been standing and able to attack after the explosion, their owner would have won. But maybe it was a good thing we tied..." Sam blinks. "What do you mean a good thing? I thought you hated him." "Well, I thought I did too. But, he wasn't a sore loser because we tied, and he invited me over to his house after the battle. He... well..." "Omigosh, he didn't try and make a move on you, did he?" Sam screeches. "NO! He didn't, but, it turns out we have a few things in common. And... I'm going to help him illustrate his book for English." Misty corrected. "Why?" "Well, I told you that my mom wants me to be the gym leader for Cerulean, right?" Sam nods. "Well, I told Ash everything I've told you. And he's going to help me convince my mother that I'd rather be an artist than a gym leader." Sam sarcastically sulks- somewhat. "He's NEVER done anything like that for me... I mean, I like him." She thinks about what she said for a moment. "What, did he say anything about me?" Misty recalls the meeting with Ash. "No, I'm pretty sure he didn't." "I'm really surprised, he must like you a lot if he's gonna help you out." Sam states. "Like, like as a friend?" Misty wonders. "Um, I think a little more... you see, Ash had a fairly longtime girlfriend a while ago. They broke up last summer. Everyone knows the only girls he ever helps are the ones he has some romantic interest in." Misty raises an eyebrow. "Um, but he's only a freshman. And he's dating?" "Doesn't everyone start dating in middle school?" Sam questions. "Uhh... not in Cerulean. Sure, we have crushes, but most of the parents of the kids from my art school were really strict. The only dates we went on our parents went along with us. Usually we could start dating without our parents at the age of 16." Misty says. "Ouch!" Sam shrieks. "Most kids were to embarrassed to date until they actually turned sixteen..." Misty murmurs, somewhat embarrassed. "But, as much as I hate to say it, I think Ash likes you." Sam grins. Misty bursts out laughing. "That's really funny Sam... but he does not like me, I know it because no boy ever has." "No boy has ever liked you?" Sam asks, somewhat surprised by the comment. "Well, either no, or he totally kept it a secret and I was totally oblivious to it. But I've only been here for like, two days! Since I was suspended today, tomorrow will only be my second day at school- and it's a Friday! I bet it's gonna be about a year until a guy actually starts to like me." Misty concludes. "Oh come on, you're cute, why wouldn't guys like me?" "Because the guys who like me just because I'm "cute" are TOTAL jerks!" 0o0o0o0o0o0o0 I can't believe today was actually fun... and I spent it with Misty... Ash sighs as he stares at a blank notebook page. And now I have a huge urge to write... but nothing is coming to mind. I hate it when this happens. He starts scribbling notes about the day on the paper. After filling about two pages worth of notes, he rips out the paper and sets it on his side. He starts writing on another notebook paper. Wow... I really want to write about today... but when I try and think about what to say, everything is so jumbled. Ash scratches his head, then remembers something. Wait... didn't I just recently write a poem? He goes over to his desk, and looks for the sheet of paper. This is it... Ash picks up the paper titled "Dream Girl." This is the poem... that strangely enough I don't remember writing. I must have written it when I was half asleep. The paper in hand, he lies down on his bed and reads the poem again. His eyes widen when he reads the part about the fiery red hair and the bright turquoise eyes. Am I talking about Misty??? Ash thinks for a moment. Maybe I have an idea on how Misty can convince her mom to let her be an artist... He runs downstairs and finds his mom in the living room. "Hey mom, can I go out?" He bursts out. Delia looks at him. "Ash, you're grounded, remember?" Delia reminds him. Ash rolls his eyes. "Yeah I know... but I left something really important at Misty's house. I need to run over there quick and pick it up." "What did you leave there?" Good question... "Uh, I left my cell phone." "...Ash, be more careful with your stuff next time. You can go over and get it, ok?" Delia sighs. Ash squeezes his mom tightly and quickly runs out the garage door. He hops on his bike, and rides as fast as he can out of his street. "FREEDOM!" He yells of the top of his lungs. A little boy and his mom are confused as they watch Ash speed away. "Mommy, what's wrong with that boy? He's so weird..." The little boy asks curiously. "Oh nothing sweetie, come on, let's get the mail..." 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 "So, are you liking Goldenrod so far?" Sam ponders. Misty nods. "It's quite a bit larger than Cerulean. I had a little trouble getting to the gym this morning." "I've never been to Kanto before. Is it nice?" Sam asks. "Yeah, it's really nice." Misty answers. "What other regions have you been to?" "Just Johto. We don't really have the money to travel outside of the region; all the money my parents make goes to paying for the Pokemon Academy." Sam mentions. "Where have you gone?" Misty sighs. "Too many places... but this is actually my first time in Johto. I've been to Hoenn, the Orange Islands..." "You've been to Hoenn?" Sam screeched. "Yeah, I go there every year. We always go to Lilycove and take a cruise ship east of there. We love to go scuba diving. After that we'll spend a few days in Mossdeep, and my sisters will do shows by the beach." Misty brags, grinning as she tells Sam this. "Wow, you are SO lucky." Sam marvels. "Hey, sometimes my parents let us bring friends on our trips! Maybe on our next one you can come along..." "SAM!" They are interrupted by Sam's mom. "What?" Sam shouts back. "Misty needs to go home; her mom called and someone is there for Misty." Sam's mom says. Misty looks at Sam. "I'll see you at school tomorrow then, right?" Misty asks. "Yeap!" She walks Misty to the door. "See ya tomorrow!" They wave goodbye to each other and Misty walks back towards her apartment. When she gets there, she opens the door, and is surprised to see Ash and her mom talking in the living room. "... I'm really sorry about everything, Mrs. Yawa... if you need anything I can help out with..." Misty hears from Ash. He looks over at her and grins. "Hey Misty!" "Ash... what are you doing here?" Misty asks. He looks at her mom and tries to explain without saying anything. Misty is confused for a moment, but quickly understands. "Oh, right, that project we have to work on..." "What project, weren't you guys out of school today?" Mrs. Yawa asks. Misty freezes, but Ash fills in. "Yeah, our friend Sam called us and told us we were paired up for a project in uh... History and we were to be working together since we were the only two missing from class today. She gave me notes." He motions to his backpack. "Oh, ok then." Mrs. Yawa says, and Ash and Misty go into Misty's room. "Nice save." Misty mutters. Ash smiles. "Hey, you get used to doing that kinda stuff often here... or at least I do." "Ok... so what's your plan then? You came up with something awfully quick." Misty mentions. Ash goes into his backpack and pulls out a pamphlet. "Well, if you got a full scholarship to an art school, would your mom let you be the artist you want to be then?" "What do you mean by a full scholarship?" Misty asks. "At our school one person wins a full scholarship to a really strict art school in Azalea Town. It pays for all four years. But it's really tough to get, considering there are over 1000 people in each grade. But your artwork is good enough, and you still have four years to work for it and get better." Ash explains. "How did you get the pamphlet then?" Misty questions. "I write, remember?" "Oh yeah." "So, you have to work your butt off to get this scholarship. I know if you got it your mom absolutely CAN'T refuse. But this is our secret. No one else can know about it, ok?" "Deal. How about this- since this is just a plan, you keep a hold of all my artwork. You seem to have a better eye for what's good then most people I know. When the day finally comes, you'll pick the ones the scholarship people will see, ok? And I'll illustrate your book because you're helping me. Sounds good to me- I get to do what I like." Misty grins. "Great! Well, I have to run." Ash pulls his cell phone out of his pocket. "I told my mom I left this at your house." "Nice, well, see ya at the bus stop tomorrow!" "Yeah, bye!" A/N- Hope you liked! I'm working on making the chapters a little longer. Anyways... study hall is almost over and Sociology is next, so I gotta run! Bai!