**Becoming**

Part 2

By:

~*~MistY BluE~*~

**Decisions, Decisions.**

 

Author’s Note: Well I guess this fic succeeded more than I thought! Thanks for all the kind reviews! Mind you…I will be putting some bad scenes toward the end. However, I’m not telling just what yet. ^_^ But then, it’ll be all ‘sunshine n’ lollipops’ at the end. Not…er…literally—you get the picture. Anyway, enjoy the fic!

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"Guys…?" Ash exhaled an impatient sigh. "Where in the hell of the store are they? I’m freezing my ass off!"

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"Misty, I am going to humiliate you so bad…" Chuckled Brock. "From now on, if you miff me to a point I’m going to bring your older, scrawny butt to kiss my feet!" He said as he laughed at his hysterical plot.

"So my butt looks four years older, Brock? Get this through your hormone shocked head! I DON’T like the SPED MONKEY." Misty shouted out of her pretty-in-pink lips.

"I think you dooooo."

"I do, do I?"

"Yep." Brock adding with a distinct nod.

"You win, damn it!"

After an hour of pointless rambling about her love life, she then noticed the department store clock. It read now two o’clock. It really was an hour of their personal Jerry Springer shouting match.

"Uh oh. We were supposed to meet outside an hour ago, smart ass! I was on my way, but then an idiot came along and had to stop me." Misty’s stare pierced through him and then a smirk brushed against her mouth.

"C’mon, let’s just go, we’ll surely hear about this from him later since we’re an hour late."

 

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"Wow, nice seeing you two again. It started to crap snow and I had to wait for an hour next to a bum that was trying to make me shoot up on his drug supply. Thanks! I’m glad you both care a lot!"

"Well, if it isn’t Frosty the SnowBastard!" Misty cackled.

"What’s eating you?"

"I’ll tell you what’s eating me, Brock! A whole hour—one FULL hour of frostbite, man!!"

"Okay. Glad to hear you’re doing just fine!" Brock grinned while next directing the conversation to Misty. "Are you going to tell Ash your ‘glorious’ news?"

"Which ‘glorious’ news? The news that is priceless for you or the one that is priceless for me?"

"Doesn’t matter to me!!!" Brock retorted.

"Of course. Well, I got a record deal—almost a record deal today! A record producer gave me his card."

Ash continued to listen with a blank look on his face. "You gotta be pinching my ass…I didn’t even think that kind of thing was possible to do in a store. Can I see the card?"

She yanked the business card out of her pocket and placed it into Ash’s palm. "So are you going to go through with it?"

"I didn’t make up my mind yet. I’m not totally sure…"

"Oh." It seemed as if they got lost in the moment. She thought she’d try by moving in more closer to see if he’d really want to swoop in for a kiss. Right when she was inches apart from his lips he bent over sideways to gather up his things…and she toppled over him with a somersault that barely missed his back.

"I guess we’d better get going. There’s a nice Pokémon Center in Goldenrod to be and another Nurse Joy for me." Brock boosted the conversation to quit the silence and to not make a big thing that Misty flew over Ash.

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"Hey Joy of my joy!" Brock cooed suavely.

"Oh, no…I mean HELLO to you, too!" The nurse returned with an unsure lip smile, though tuning out Brock’s sweet nothings completely. "Do the both of you need your Pokémon healed? I will be more than happy to do so!"

"Here are mine, Nurse Joy." Misty handed over her six Pokéballs; as well as Ash.

"And mine, too. Thanks again!"

"Yourwelcome. It’s a pleasure! I also have a favor to ask of you boys."

 

"ANYTHING!"

"Gee, no question hits you hard…" Ash sarcastically added.

"Will you clean out the snow on the walkway for me? It is the afternoon and it’s usually the hectic hour for visitors. I will appreciate it if you will."

"You will not be let down. We’ll clean that useless excuse for weather right out of Goldenrod City! Just let us at a snowblower and—" Brock stated.

"Sorry boys, but you’ll just have to bare with the shovels." Misty tried not to cry from all the laughter she was bottling up as Brock and Ash hung their mouths dangerously low.

"Shovels, on the other hand, are very nice…" Brock trailed off.

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"Shovels are very nice aren’t THEY?" Griped Ash, as the hours dragged on. "I think I even have a blister on my—"

"I don’t need to know where you have a blister, okay?? All I know is that the city should post on a billboard: ‘WELCOME TO GOLDENROD CITY—GRAB A FREAKIN’ SHOVEL!’ I never knew snow was so damned evil!!"

"Hey Brock?"

"WHAT NOW?"

"Think fast!!!" Ash hurled a large snowball at Brock’s crotch.

"…OW…you hot shit! You really don’t give up at anything do you!" Brock’s laughter grew as the snowball fight lead on.

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"Here Misty, I made you hot cocoa to warm up. Be careful, it is hot, hence the name!" Joy gingerly put the mug down onto the coffee table.

"Thanks, Nurse Joy!" Misty smiled as did Joy return one back. "What a cruddy day. I think it’s a good chance to do this. Even though Brock and Ash aren’t here to share the moment, I think I’m going to call that record company and become one hell of a star!"

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Don’t worry, if you show that you like this chapter as well…I’ll make another chapter! Thanks again! I’m hoping you like this chapter as much as I do!

**::..<Leah>..::**