MUCH ADO ABOUT A CRUSH

I don't own pokemon and all that jazz
A/N: This is my very first fanfic EVER! Please be kind in your feedback...and 
I hope you enjoy it! That's what keeps me writing

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Ch 4
	‘I think I have an idea. Come with me,’ said Duplica, as she exited the 
shed and headed towards the house.

In Ash’s Room:

	‘…Gary told his Blastoise to use hydro-pump! I knew that meant trouble 
for Corsola, so I told it to use tackle. But, Corsola missed and got stuck 
inside  Blastoise’s right water-cannon!’
	‘Whoa! Like that time with Quilfish at the Whirl cup!’ reveled Ash.
‘That’s exactly what I thought! So I used the same solution. I told Corsola 
to use spike-cannon. Now, Blastoise’s thick shell may protect it from 
external blows, but Corsola’s spike-cannon hit it right on its exposed skin! 
The force of the attack sent Corsola flying out of the cannon. Blastoise lost 
just enough HP for Corsola to take it down with a tackle attack and then 
“Blastoise is unable to battle. The victory goes to Corsola and Cerulean City 
gym!”,’ I said loudly, standing up. 
	‘That was the best narration of  a battle I’ve ever heard!’ said Ash. 
‘You beat him so good! You just made my day, Misty!’ He stood up next to me 
and opened his mouth to say something when suddenly, a voice called from 
downstairs: ‘Ash, Misty, would you two please come down here? I could use 
some help in the kitchen!’
	‘Coming mom!’ Ash hollered. ‘Let’s go! She’s making blukberry muffins! 
I can smell them!!’ Ash said to me as he took my hand and dragged me 
downstairs…

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In The Kitchen:

	‘…so, you see Mrs. Ketchum, we need your help to get them out of the 
room so we can use ash’s phone to call Misty…who needs to be out of the house 
by then. Please, Mrs. Ketchum, it’s for your son’s well-being!’ pleaded 
Duplica.
	‘Patience is a virtue…,’ cooed Mrs. Ketchum as she pulled a tray of hot 
blukberry muffins out of the oven.
	‘A very annoying virtue,’ Duplica murmured under her breath.
‘Ash, Misty, would you two please come down here? I could use some help in 
the kitchen!’ cried Mrs. Ketchum. 
	‘So, what’s your plan?’ Brock asked Duplica. ‘When Ash and Misty get 
downstairs, Mrs. Ketchum will ask Ash to stay in the kitchen with Tracey to 
make breakfast. Then, she’ll kindly request Misty and Gary to go to market 
and pick up some groceries for her so that she can “relax”.
	‘Meanwhile, Richie and I will take the time to make the phone calls.’
‘What about me?’ whined Brock.
	‘I was getting to that,’ huffed Duplica. ‘You need to go for a walk 
around town. It’s an opportunity for you to ogle at the beautiful women of 
Pallet Town.(and to stay out of my hair). Everyone know what to do? Good, 
here they come…act natural.’
	‘What can we help you with mom?’ questioned Ash, letting go of my hand 
(T_T) and reaching for the muffins.
	‘First of all,’ began Mrs. Ketchum, ‘don’t touch those, they’re hot!’ 
she said, slapping her son’s hand away. ‘Secondly, I’m feeling kind of woozy. 
Could you and Tracey please finish making the pancakes, eggs and bacon?’
	‘Yeah, sure, I guess we could do that but…what about the others?’ asked 
Ash scratching his head, confused. ‘Well, I need Misty and Gary to go to 
market and pick up few items for me. Here’s the list, honey.’ She handed me a 
foot-long list…printed on both sides.
	‘O-okay, but what about them,’ I asked, gesturing towards Brock, 
Duplica and Richie. 
‘Um…it’s time for us to walk Brock. Yeah…he has to be walked twice a day, 
otherwise, he gets real fidgety…heh!’ said Duplica as Richie looked at his 
feet and Brock nodded sagely. She then grabbed the boys by the arms and 
pulled them towards the back
door.
	‘A walk?’ I questioned skeptically after the door had slammed shut.
‘Yup…they do that a lot lately,’ said Ash as he tied on a blue apron (which 
he looked very cute in, by the way!)
	‘Oh!’ I said. “That must be what they tell him when they go to work on 
his party preparations,” I thought to myself. Well, I wanted to help too. So, 
I grabbed Gary by his t-shirt collar and dragged him outside. 
	‘What did you do that for, Red?’ asked Gary after we had left the 
house.
‘We need to hurry up and finish this shopping, that’s why,’ I said, sprinting 
towards the marketplace. 
	‘Not if  I can help it,’ murmured Gary…

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In Ash’s Room:
  
	‘Ok, Ritchie. It’s go-time. I want you to stand guard outside. If Ash 
or Misty come upstairs, I want you to say…um…: “Sparky’s drowning in dirty 
laundry!” really loudly,’ Duplica said, gingerly stepping over a pair of 
extremely filthy socks and sitting on the edge of Ash’s bed.
	‘Whatever you say, Duplica,’ sighed Richie, sitting in the hall 
outside.

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In The Kitchen:

	‘Tracey, could you get the bacon out of the freezer, please? And, do 
you think I should make scrambled eggs or omelets?’
	‘I think we all prefer omelets,’ said Tracey, striding towards the 
refrigerator. ‘It takes a longer time to make them,’ he mumbled to himself as 
he looked for the bacon.
	He was just about to hand the box to Ash when something pink and gooey 
slithered up to his feet.
	‘Ditt-ditto!!’ it cried gleefully.
‘Ditto!,’ whispered Tracey excitedly. ‘You can help me stall Ash! Take this 
bacon and hide it until I tell you to get it, okay?’
	‘Dit-tto!’ Ditto sucked the box of frozen bacon into its squishy body 
mass and promptly slipped under the fridge. 
	‘Good…er, boy….
‘Um, Ash, there doesn’t seem to be any bacon in the freezer,’ said Tracey 
innocently.
	‘What?! That can’t be right! I’m sure mom bought a box just yesterday! 
Flip these pancakes for me, would you Tracey?’
	As Ash rummaged through the freezer, Tracey took the liberty of 
(accidentally-on-purpose) dropping and smashing a few eggs.
	‘Oh, Tracey, what’s up with you today? You’re being as klutzy as, 
well…me! Or Gary, whoever you think is clumsier,’ Ash said, half to himself 
as he cleaned the floor. ‘Speaking of Gary, I’ll bet he’s the one who ate all 
the bacon, the gulpin! Come on, if you make the pancakes and I make the 
omelets, we might actually have time to EAT breakfast!’

A/N: If you’re wondering how Misty knows what’s happening when she’s not 
around, even though the story is from her POV, it’s coz she’s pieced together 
the details and is telling the story a few years from now! Hope you like!    

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