Just A Couple of Letters
Ch.2
To get the necessities out of the way… I don’t own pokemon. Considering the stupidly long authors note at the bottom, I’ll shut up here and let you read.
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When Misty walked into the living room, Daisy took one look at her… and pounced.
“So like, who’s the guy?” Misty blushed a dark red, several shades deeper than the light pink she had worn on her cheeks when she first walked through the door. Caught completely off guard, Misty managed a clever, “Huh?” Okay, maybe not so clever.
“I know that look,” Daisy prodded. Hands on her hips, she was waiting expectantly for an answer.
“Ah…uh…er…um…Have I told you that your blue dress is really pretty yet?” Misty stuttered, in a last desperate attempt to change the subject. She felt as though she had been backed into a corner by a really large spider and the only way to get away would be to distract it temporarily. Unfortunately, it didn’t work.
“Nice try, little sis. Like, it won’t work.” Misty looked around desperately, searching for a means of escape. Something, anything… A little egg pokemon wandered into the room forlornly, looking for his mother. Misty was happy to see him, for more reasons than one.
“Togepi!” she exclaimed, blowing past Daisy and gathering up the little pokemon in her arms. “I bet that you’re hungry. Let’s go get you some food.” Togepi squealed happily as they headed towards the stairs, but Misty was stopped at the foot of them by Lily and Violet, her other two sisters.
“Like, what’s this I’m hearing about a boy?” asked Violet.
“Yeah, like, does our little sister finally have, like, a boyfriend?”
“NO!” Misty yelled, glaring defiantly at her sisters.
“She’s too upset, but before she had that look, like, the one when you find out the guy you’re totally crushing on like’s you too,” Daisy explained in a matter-of-fact voice. Being that it was close to the truth, it made Misty even more angry.
“I did not!”
“She’s just shy, aren’t you?” Lily asked in a patronizing voice, as if she was talking about a newborn baby.
“Am NOT!” Misty shouted, pushing past her sisters and stomping up the stairs. When she reached the bedroom, she slammed the door as hard as she could and locked it behind her. But once she was safe inside, she allowed herself a small, secret smile. Maybe there ~was~ hope.
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Ash slammed the door behind him as he rushed into the safety of his house, still blushing hard. Breathing heavily, he headed up toward his room.
“Hi Ash, honey. How was school?” his mom called from the laundry room.
“Fine! I’ve got tons of homework though!” he shouted back, already halfway up the stairs. In truth, all he had were a few math problems, but he needed some time alone.
“Well, you know the rules! No television until it’s done!” Although he usually would have groaned in annoyance, for that was one of the rules he hated most, Ash found himself not even caring. He had other, more important things to think about. Like what insanity had possessed him…
“Pikapi!” the little yellow mouse pokemon greeted him as he walked into his room and threw down his green backpack.
“Hi Pikachu,” Ash replied listlessly, collapsing onto his bed. Pikachu jumped down off of the ketchup laden desk and bounded over to him.
“Pipikapichu!”
“Nothing’s wrong Pikachu. I’m just tired,” Ash protested. Pikachu reached over and grabbed his hat, jumping back over to the desk.
“Chu! Kapichupi!”
“Fine! I’ll tell you, just don’t cover my hat in ketchup! It’s Misty. She wrote a couple of letters in the corner of her paper and I saw them, and then I took a crazy chance, and now I think I might have screwed up our friendship!”
“Pikachupi? Kapi?”
“I… kinda… kissed her,” Ash said quietly, causing Pikachu to forget all about the ketchup in it’s hands, resulting in a very messy yellow rodent.
“Pi? Pikapi?”
“No! Not on the lips! Just on the cheek!” Ash exclaimed, clapping his hand over his mouth when he realized how loud he had been talking. It wouldn’t do to have his mom hear this conversation. Thankfully, Mimie was vacuuming downstairs.
“Pikachu, pi.”
“No, it’s not, “Okay, that’s all right then.” How am I supposed to face her at school? What if she’s mad at me?” Ash demanded, frustrated. Pikachu figured that right then would be a good time to change the subject, and thought quickly.
“Pika?” he asked hopefully. Ash looked at him, then at the desk, then back at him.
“More… ketchup? If you don’t already have enough…” he said, pulling out a few packets he had saved from his lunch. Pikachu happily opened them up, getting even more ketchup on himself. If you didn’t know better, you might be temped to believe that it was a red Pikachu, with only spots and stripes of yellow here and there.
Left to figure out his problems alone, Ash finally came to a decision. If she didn’t mention it, neither would he.
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wow! Long time updating! Sorry bout that! Even though it’s summer, I still have tons of stuff going on. I just finished volunteering at a church camp last week, and the people across the street just had a new baby, so I’m going to end up helping out there a lot, because they have a three year old and a five year old too. Speaking of three year olds, that’s the age I was helping out with, and let me tell you, they are a handful! Especially the kid I dubbed “demon child.” His way of showing affection was to lick people. Ew! (thankfully, he didn’t like me. All I got from him were scratches)
of course, the most time consuming thing is writing. I’m writing a challenge story (ch 1 done but not typed) This story, Kaci, the beginning of a sequel to Kaci, a one-shot based on a fairy-tale, an original fiction… no, two. And the side story that goes along with the second one. Another fanfic, (not pokemon) I know I’m missing something…
well, that’s just what I’m writing. I have to type ch. 13 of Kaci, a song fic, a one-shot that isn’t a song fic (for once!) chapters one, two, and three of my black-binder story (it’s the original fic that doesn’t have a name yet) Lindsey, which is a side story I finished, and I’m still forgetting stuff!
Oh, and did I mention that I’m trying to do all of this before the 11th of July, and today’s 6-28. Because then I’m visiting a friend in another country for a week. And I’m also editing a story for someone.
And I’m SICK!!!
But, if you read all of that… (which I don’t expect you did… if you did, tell me, so I can be shocked! lol) kudos to you! (And don’t ask me what “kudos” means. I have NOOO idea. Or, it might not even mean anything. You never know…) Okayyyy, now I’m babbling.
But actually, I welcome the stress. Reminds me of school, which I hate, but without things pushing on me, I’m kinda blah. But you know, I’m just wasting time writing this stupidly long authors note that nobody is going to care about. It’s probably as long as the entire chap… actually no, I just checked. Oh, this is pointless…
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