Note: I bring you-Part 3!!!!! Try not to tip over your computer in excitement 
^_-. Anyway, hope you enjoy this.

Disclaimer: This work of art is purely fictional, I don't own any of these 
characters, except myself, of course. They belong to their respective owners, 
Japanese and otherwise.

Other note: If anyone has noticed, I haven't mentioned Misty's "baby" yet, 
mainly cause' I forgot about the little critter. But fear not good readers, 
Togepi was just asleep during all these parts. Yep, all 2.

Part 3: Becoming friends forever

"Arrrrrrrrgh! I can't take it anymore!"

Misty stormed into my room and slammed the door loudly. This in turn caused my 
brother to shout,

"Hey, Is! Keep it down! I'm on the phone, for crying out loud!"

"Sorry!"

In a lower tone, I muttered, "What's wrong? You look like you could use you 
trusty mallet right about now."

She was positively fuming. I could tell that she was really upset. Though she 
was holding them back, I saw tears in her eyes.

"Oh. I see. Well, Mist, having love spats with Ash really isn't THAT bad. It's 
quite normal for someone your age. I mean, my friend has a really close 
boyfriend and they ALWAYS fi-"

Misty quickly whipped out her cartoon hammer and used it liberally on my head. 
Ouch.

* How does she DO that? *

"First of all, this has NOTHING to do with Ash. Second of all, You're the SAME 
AGE AS ME. Thirdly, he's NOT MY BOYFRIEND!!!!!"

Under my breath, I muttered, "Yeah, right."

"What did you say?!?"

"I said...you're right."

Her arms crossed, Misty and sat on the bed. The tears reformed in her eyes.

"Okay, Mist, what's REALLY bothering you? I mean, if it's not you're boy-...I 
mean, Ash, then what is it?"

" I was talking to Brock, see, and then..."

"Did Brock say something?" I interrupted, bluntly. "Saying something to make you 
cry really doesn't sound like what Brock would do. I mean, it's usually Ash who 
says mean things to you."

"It wasn't Brock, or Ash."

"Then who was it?"

"I'm getting to that. I mentioned to Brock that while we were here, at least I 
wouldn't have to worry about my sisters calling and making me come home to do 
some stupid play for them. And that, we could at least get a break from 
collecting Ash's badges and maybe I could train to become a water pokemon master 
again, like I did before I met him and Ash. So then, Jesse walks in the room.
 Apparently, she's been listening to me the whole time. So she walks up to us.  
Then she accuses ME of being a selfish, ungrateful, scrawny, ugly little brat 
who's spoiled and braggy! Then she gets into some big lecture about how I need 
to appreciate all the wonderful things I have. She was being really mean 
and...and-"

Misty burst out crying again and sobbed into the pillow. I could she that Jesse 
had touched her in a bad place. Misty had had a rough childhood, and being 
called "spoiled" had hurt her greatly.

"Oh, Isabelle...I can't stand her. She's so mean, and selfish, and vain. She 
probably doesn't have a friend in the world, outside of James and Meowth! I 
don't think I can live with her for much longer! She's so...heartless."

Misty began to cry again.

I gently touched her shoulder. When she looked up, her aqua eyes brightened 
slightly at my reassuring expression.

"Listen, Misty, you have to understand. I see why Jesse did this to you. And 
it's not because she's trying to be spiteful. She's... jealous."

Misty stared at me, blankly. She didn't understand what I meant. Her expression 
showed what deep confusion she had. Her eyes clearly said to me "Jealous of 
what?"

"Misty, compared to Jesse, you have lived like a princess. You have 3 loving 
sisters, your own pokemon gym, and the two best friends in the world. More then 
enough food, shelter, clothing. You're welcome anywhere.
 And you know what the best part of all is? You have a dream. You can fulfill 
that dream. You got a chance. That's more then some people can say, Mist."

Both of us remained silent for some time. Misty didn't move. She simply sat 
there, staring at the floor. Finally, I spoke again.

"Misty, do you know what Jesse's dream was...is?"

She slowly shook her head.

"I'll tell you then. Jesse wanted, with all her heart, to be a pokemon nurse. 
Like a Nurse Joy."

Misty started in surprise at this statement. I grinned grimly.

"Yes, she doesn't seem the type, does she? Well, it's true. She went to a 
school. For Chanseys." I added, taking cares to pronounce the word clearly. "Now 
Misty, you say you don't think Jesse could have ANY friends?"

By this time, Misty was looking at me as if I was insane. She stepped back 
slightly. Needless to say, she tripped on a stuffed animal.

"Remember that time, you were at the pokemon center and all the food was 
'stolen' by Team Rocket?"

"Yes," Misty replied, "I remember that Jesse and James took the food, but we, 
obviously, got it back."

"Jesse and James only pretended to steal the food. In truth, it was given to 
them."

"Given to them??" Misty stuttered in surprise. "Why would someone give them 
food?"

"Not just someone. Blissey."

Misty, flabbergasted, began some sort of ramble-stutter.

"B-b-blissey? WHY?"

"The Blissey at the pokemon center was once a Chansey at the same school Jesse 
went to. They were the best of friends. When Chansey couldn't use a bandage 
correctly, Jesse helped it, and the rest is history. Unknown history, but 
history, nonetheless. Jesse dropped out of school because she couldn't afford to 
go anymore. She was forced to give up on her dream."

Misty's tears began to flow again, silently. Her lip trembled slightly, showing 
a sign of hurt.

"I...I never knew. Jesse never told us. About what happened, you know, before-"

"I understand. Jesse shouldn't have been so hard on you. She WAS being awfully 
mean. She knows very well that you didn't...know...about it. I suppose she's 
just a tad too jealous and spiteful. I'll go find her and speak with her. I'll 
make SURE that she apologizes to you. You can be certain of at least that."

Misty gave me a watery smile in return.

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Briskly, I marched down the hall, searching for Jesse. I knew she would be in a 
room by herself, she often spent time alone when she got upset. I noticed this 
habit of hers.

"Well, this must be the room she's in. It's the last one..."

Slowly I turned the door, to find Jesse crying and leaning over something. 
Quickly she stood up.

"Jess, I-"

"Isabelle, help me! Something's wrong with-"

She never finished her sentence.

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WAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAH! Cliffy! Cliffy! Ieyre did a cliffy! *Realizes 
no one is even reading her fic* Oh, well, for the few, the proud, the readers of 
this fic, I hope you enjoyed it. This part of the story has a part two, so wait 
for it, it should be out in a couple of weeks (school starts pretty soon-
WAAAAA!). Ta ta!
~ Ieyre (R&R, please!)