Opposite Passions Chapter 6: The Book's About... By Finaille Nailo Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. That's it... end of story! Come on people, moving along... XD! 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 Misty is sitting on her bed, going through her planner. Yuck, could I get enough homework tonight? Her eyes focus on the date, April 16, and she smiles. I can't believe I've been in Goldenrod for a month now... She flips through the planner until she finds the date when she first came to Goldenrod. I wonder why I hated it so much then... She can't help but remember her first few days at the Academy. She frowned as she remembered her fight with Ash, and smiled when she came across the day they became friends. She now had a solid group of friends- actually; they were mainly her sister's fans. But it turned out they all had quite a bit in common and hung out often. Sam was also in the group, and Misty and Sam and become the best of friends. Misty jumps as the tune to her favorite song comes on out of nowhere. She grabs the cell phone at the end of her bed. She hits the talk button. "Hello?" "Hey Mist, it's Ash." "I thought you'd never call..." Misty says sarcastically. On the other side of the phone, Ash grins. "Well, it's hard to call when a zillion girls are chasing after you like there's no tomorrow." Ash brags. "Yeah, we'll, I hope a zillion girls never chase after me. Guys would be ok though." Misty giggles. "So, anyways, I was calling about the illustrations. I think I've gotten far enough in the book to get started on them." Ash tells her. "Well, I said I would. When can I see the book?" Misty asks. Ash blinks in silence. "... Uh, do you mind if I just tell you what to draw?" She CANNOT see this book yet... I mean, she's going to freak when she finds out what the book is about in the first place. He flips open the notebook with his work in it. I can't believe I started writing this only the day before Misty came into my life. It has everything to do with Misty... I don't wanting her think I'm totally into her when I'm not. She just... inspired me. How am I supposed to tell her??? Misty's tone changes. "Awww, why not? I've read you're work before, it's quite good." She smiles. "Misty, I can't let you see it yet. I need you to draw what I tell you, ok?" Ash implies. "Why don't you stop by? That way you can help me fix anything you don't like. And you should bring the book, too..." "MISTY! I've already said it! You can't see the book, ok? I'll just tell you what to draw." Ash scratches the back of his head in frustration. "Umm... ok..." Misty mumbles. That was really, really weird... could he be hiding something? "... So you'll be over in a little bit? That way if I draw the illustrations wrong, you can tell me what to fix." Ash sighs. "That I can do. I'll be over in a bit then, so, see you!" He hangs up the phone after Misty says good-bye. He quickly rereads his story. Maybe I'll let you see it someday... 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 "M'kay, fiery red hair... how long?" Misty asks, starting to draw "Mara" from Ash's story. He sneaks a glance at Misty. "Uh, shoulder length." He watches her as she creates Mara on the paper. "Uhh, that's a little short. Maybe a bit longer." Ash corrects. Misty fixes the error. It takes her about two hours to finish Mara, and she smiles after it's completed. "That's beautiful..." Misty murmurs. "You're really quite a visual." She compliments Ash. "Thanks. Listen, why don't you make a few more of her in different poses?" Ash suggests. Misty blinks. " I need to know the plot of the story first. I still don't know why in the heck you won't let me see the story." Misty raises an eyebrow. "Or have you even started the book yet?" Misty laughs sarcastically. "You're such a slacker Ash..." Ash shakes his head furiously. "No, the book was done a month ago. I'm just fixing some errors now..." Misty gives him a deadly serious look. "Then why won't you let me see it?" Ash freezes. "Because..." "Because... why?" Misty pesters. "Because I just can't! You'll see it eventually, just not now, ok? Just please, stop asking me!" Ash pleads. Misty bites her lip. "Then what kind of poses should I draw then?" She demanded angrily. "Uh, why don't I get back to you on that... just, you draw a whole bunch of poses that you think suits her, ok? I really need to run..." Ash mumbles quickly. He grabs his stuff as Misty watches him- VERY confused. That was weird... oh well, he's a boy... She glances down at the picture she had just drawn. It really is nice; he must of thought out her character quite well. She looks at it more closely, and all of a sudden her eyebrows rise in surprise. Wait a second, she looks... oddly familiar... She looks at every part of the drawing over and over again, blankly staring at every aspect of the girl. Huh... how strange... "Misty!" Misty jolts up from her bed, startled. "Misty, it's time for supper!" Her mom yells. "Oh... I'll be down in a minute mom!" Misty sets the drawing neatly on her desk, and walks out the door, when she is stopped. The second she looks at the mirror, she gasps, and runs back to the drawing. She then runs back to the mirror, looking at herself, then the drawing. Oh my god... it's me!!! 0o0o0o0o0o0o0o0 Ash is riding in the street next to the park by his house. He looks at the scenery, trying to clear his mind. I should have just told her about the book... she's gonna start getting awfully suspicious sooner or later... especially because Mara looks EXACTLY like her... "HEY! Ash!" Ash jumps from his bike seat and nearly falls off. He was about to scream at the person who had yelled at him, but it turned out to be some of his buddies from school. He hops off of his bike and walks over to his group, which was standing next to a large oak tree. "Hey guys, what's up?" Ash asks casually. "Nice moves back there Ash." Gary grins, slapping him on the back. Brett does the same. "Yeap, thought they were some of my best ever!" Ash jokes. "We haven't seen you around much lately." Brett hints. "Yeah, you and Misty going out yet?" Gary observed. Ash turns bright red. How many times am I going to have to tell everyone that Misty is not my girlfriend! "My friend is fine." Ash declares. "We aren't going out, and we never will." "Then why are you hanging out with her so much then? You sit with her at lunch now instead of sitting with us, and we always see you biking off to her house. You must like her or something." Brett concludes. Ash rolls his eyes. "We're working on a school project together." "For three months?" "Uh, yeah! The English project, remember?" Ash blinks. "Oh yeah, is she illustrating it?" Gary asks. "She's an awesome artist! It's amazing- did you see her piece in the school newspaper?" Brett added. "Yeah, the girl really is amazing." Ash says with a dazed smile. "So, what's your story about? Knowing you, "Mr. I love English," you probably already have it finished." Gary implies. "Yeah, it's finished. I just... don't want people seeing it yet, that's all." Ash stammers. "Has Misty seen it?" Brett taunts. Ash scratches his head nervously. "No." Gary and Brett grin like little kids at each other. "It's not about Misty, is it?" Gary questions. Ash can feel his ears turn red. "No, no, I'm just a little picky about who can see my work. I still have to get a few things fixed in the story..." "Right, that's what they all say..." Brett teases. "Anyways guys, I have to head home. I promised my mom I'd be home in time for supper, and I'm already late enough. I'll talk to you guys later." Ash sighs. "Ok, see ya at school tomorrow!" Brett replies. "Yeah, bye!" Ash gets onto his bike and heads back home. 0o0o0o0o0o0o0 Misty sits on her bed after supper and continues looking at the picture. She had no clue why in the heck Mara looked exactly like herself? Is the story about me? No way, why would Ash write a story about?! Misty rubs her in head. This is so weird, Mara looks exactly like me. Her eyes shift to the Charmander next to Mara. Everything except the Pokemon... Misty frustratingly puts her head in her pillow. WHAT IN THE HELL COULD THIS STORY BE ABOUT?! 0o0o0o0o0o0o0 Ash rides into his driveway, and parks his bike in the garage. He walks into his house. "Hey mom!" He greets. Delia is sitting at the kitchen table paying bills. "Hey sweetie, how was your day?" She asks. Ash plops down into a chair next to Delia's. "Frustrating. You know that story I'm writing for English, right?" "Yeah, I know the one. You didn't get a bad grade on it did you?" Delia concerns. "No, it's not due till next month. But, the story is about Misty. I think I should tell her that it is about her, but I'm not sure." Ash complains. "You wrote the story about Misty?" Delia scrunches up her eyebrows. Ash sighs. "Well, kinda... there are a few differences. The name, the type of Pokemon she uses..." Delia looks at Ash for a brief moment before bursting out in a wide grin. "You like Misty?" Ash bangs his head on the table. "NO! Why does everyone keep asking me that?" Delia chuckles. "Well, you do seem to really like her, I mean, since you've last had a girlfriend you haven't been so nice to a girl." Ash literally falls off his chair. "Well, I DON'T LIKE HER!" He snaps. Delia gives him a sympathetic smile. "Sure you don't." Ash scowls. "So should I show her the story or not?" "I think you should, before she gets suspicious that you like her." Delia suggests. I suppose my mom is right..."Ok, I'll call her and invite her over first thing in the morning. Anyways, I have to uh, finish some homework." He gets up from his chair. "Call me down when supper is ready." He hurries off into his room. He stops cold though right when he is about to get in his room. Do I like Misty? 0o0o0o0o0o0o0 Misty's cell phone is in her hand. Her hand would dial the digits every few minutes, but then she would chicken out. Her mom must think there's a stalker calling every time she picks up the phone and there's just a dial tone... She sighs and looks at the phone. I should just get this over with... She dials Ash's number; hopefully this would be the last time. And hopefully she wouldn't hang up again... "Hello?" A boy's voice answers. "Is this Ash?" She asks, trying not to think about the knot in her stomach. "Yes, who is this?" "It's Misty." There's a long pause of silence on the phone. "Oh, hi. What's up?" "I think I figured out what the story is about..."