Wednesday November 5, 2003

Can you guys believe I started writing this part on July 28 and I finally 
have finished it and sending it in? Well, I am. I originally was going to 
have this story a 30-page, one part story but I decided to make it a 
3-parter 10 pages each, or close to it. Enjoy! ^_^

	“What a beautiful day!” Misty exclaimed as she stepped out of her tent.

	“Finally. I was wondering when you’d get up,” Brock said with a smile.

	“It’s so nice out finally! Raining for five days. Now it’s sunny and warm!” 
Misty said dreamily.

	“Girls. You always are dreamy,” Brock said with hearts in his eyes. Misty 
noticed this and slammed her mallet into his head.

	“What was that for Misty?” Ash asked as he stood up and put his cap on.

	“Huh? Oh. Brock was in his girl-dreaming stage again,” Misty informed him.

	“I was not,” Brock told her defensively.

	“You were dreaming about Nurse Joy,” Misty replied with narrowed eyes, “and 
you know it.”

	“You don’t have proof,” Brock said.

	“Okay you guys, enough. Brock, you’re taking my place. Usually I argue with 
Misty,” Ash said sarcastically. Ash did have a point. Since Ash and Misty 
had first met, they had had at least ten arguments a week, and sometimes 
more than that. Lately though, they had been getting along which was an 
immense relief for Brock. He was usually the one who broke up all their 
fights. Brock knew this wouldn’t last long. The other one would do something 
that the other one wouldn’t like which would result in some sort of childish 
squabble.

	“Okay fine. Since you put it that way, I will,” Brock replied, trying to 
keep a straight face.

	“What are we having for breakfast Brock?” Ash asked innocently though he 
was trying to change the subject.

	“Oh I don’t know. What do you guys want?” Brock said to them.

      “How about sausages and bacon?” Ash suggested.

      “Sounds good to me,” Misty said. Her eyes were still puffy because she 
was still tired a bit.

      “Okay. Three helpings of sausages with bacon coming right up,” Brock 
said in a business-like voice. Misty let out a little giggle.

      “Well that’s a good sign,” Ash said.

      “What is?” Misty asked uncertainly.

      “You’re in a sort of good mood,” Ash said with a smile. For awhile, 
they sat on the ground by a tree, watching Brock cook, listening to the wind 
rustling through the trees, and watching the sunlight prance around on the 
forest floor. Ash and Misty kept side-glancing at each other while they 
could hear the splatter of grease in the pan above the campfire.

	“Okay you guys! Breakfast is on!” Brock shouted to them. They came over and 
sat around a very wide tree stump that was large enough for 6 people to sit 
at. Brock came over and gave them both a plate full of juicy bacon and 
sausages.

	“Eat, uh well,” Brock said as he saw them tear into the food as though they 
hadn’t eaten for a week. Brock took his own plate of food and sat down at 
his place at the stump.
	“Uh you guys? You might want to slow down,” Brock told them after they had 
cleared half their plate. This wouldn’t have been such a big deal if they 
hadn’t done it in two minutes.

	“Why?” Ash asked after he had managed to swallow an enormous amount of 
food.

	“Because you’ll probably get pretty sick that’s why,” Brock replied. They 
slowed down and stopped eating as though it would be the last time they ever 
would eat.

	“Ahhhh. Stupendous meal as always Brock,” Misty said as she dabbed a napkin 
to her mouth.

	“Thanks Misty. I usually cook better when I’m actually awake. Today I was,” 
Brock told her. She giggled a little.

	“Hey! Let’s kick back and relax!” Ash suggested, grinning broadly. Misty 
grinned to and laid down on the grass while she kicked off her shoes.

	“Let’s try and find shapes in the clouds guys,” Misty said while looking up 
at the clouds.

	“Okay. I’ll go first,” Ash said. “Let’s see… AHA! There’s one!”

	“What do you think it looks like Ash?” Brock asked him.

	“I think it looks like a Charizard with flames coming out of its mouth,” 
Ash said.

	“No it doesn’t. I think it looks like an enlarged mouse head,” Misty said 
with raised eyebrows.

	“No it doesn’t Miss. Know-It-All,” Ash replied, annoyed.

	“Guys. Don’t start,” Brock said, sensing a fight. They most likely didn’t 
hear him because the fight just started to get more and more nasty.

	“Well “Miss. Know-It-All” knows something unlike a nasty little brat that 
acts like he’s the best,” Misty replied nastily.

	“I tell the truth unlike 	you because you can’t handle it!” Ash exclaimed.

	“You guys. This fight started over what you thought a cloud shape was. 
You’re acting like little tottlers!” Brock shouted. They completely ignored 
him and continued to hurtle insults at each other which got more and more 
hurtful. Ash finally stood up and by the look on his face, he had had more 
than enough.

	“THAT’S IT!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANYMORE OF YOU, YOU SELFISH, BOSSY HAG!!!!!” Ash 
shouted so loudly that birds in nearby trees took off in fright. Brock knew 
all too well that Misty would retaliate, so he jumped in between them. He 
wasn’t a moment too soon. Misty had launched herself at Ash with her fists 
tightened into balls.

	“GET OUT OF MY WAY BROCK!!!!” Misty shouted.

	“Yeah. Let little nosy girl get by you,” Ash said angrily.

	“YOU’RE NOT HELPING MATTERS!!!” Brock shouted as he winced. Misty’s nails 
had accidentally made contact with his face as she was still trying to 
attack Ash.

	“GET OUT OF MY LIFE!!!! YOU’RE AN EGOTISTICAL JERK!!!! I HATE YOU!!! I 
NEVER WANT TO SEE YOU AGAIN!!!! EVERYDAY YOU’RE HERE YOU MAKE MY LIFE A 
LIVING HELL!!!! NOW LEAVE ME ALONE FOREVER!!!!” Misty was so angry that her 
face was almost as bunched up as though she had just drank pure Lemon Juice. 
Ash stood dumbstruck for a moment. Then he got his temper back.

	“Fine. You’ll never hear from me again. I do hope to hear from you Brock,” 
Ash said. He sounded slightly hurt but he wasn’t letting his face show it. 
He picked up his backpack and called Pikachu over. Misty was still breathing 
hard as the sound of Ash walking slowly faded away. Brock finally spoke to 
Misty.

	“You’re going to regret that you did that,” Brock said to Misty.

	“No I won’t. My life will be a piece of heaven now that he’s gone,” Misty 
replied.

	“I know you Misty. After you calm down, you’ll be kicking yourself for this 
fight,” Brock said calmly.

	“Will you stop it Brock? I’ve had enough of that creep to last a lifetime,” 
Misty replied with a small hint of annoyance.

	“Fine. You’ll see I’m right soon,” Brock said.

	“And you’ll find out Miss. Mallet will make contact with your head if you 
don’t shut up!” Misty exclaimed.

	“I didn’t know mallets had a sexual preference,” Brock said with a grin. 
Misty’s Mallet made contact with his head for the second time in one day.

	“Stop acting like an idiot Brock,” Misty said to him.

	“That hurt. Stop hitting me with mallets,” Brock said to Misty.

	I will when you stop acting like an idiot,” Misty replied. They both fell 
silent for quite some time. Birds had returned to the area and had started 
singing a sweet song. Misty was watching the sunlight as it slowly swung 
around on the forest floor. Something was missing and Misty knew what. Ash. 
There was no nagging about them being too slow and wanting to move more 
quickly towards the next Gym. It took her a moment to realize she was 
missing Ash. With this, it finally began to dawn on her that she cared for 
Ash. Loved him if you will. For years she hadn’t even known she had feelings 
for him deep down. She wasn’t going to let Brock know though. No way at all. 
He would only say that he told her so, and she didn’t think she could stand 
that.

	I miss Pikachu,” Misty suddenly said to Brock. Brock raised an eyebrow.

	You sure Pikachu isn’t the ONLY thing you miss?” Brock questioned. Misty 
gave him a stern look.

	I was just joking,” Brock said. They continued to talk as the blood-red sun 
started to sink below the horizon, transforming he sky from blue to shades 
of red, orange, and purple. Eventually, the sky above began to turn a navy 
blue and a full moon could be seen rising in the Eastern sky.

	Well Brock, I think I’ll turn in. I’m getting tired,” Misty told him as she 
stood up, yawning.

	Good idea. I think I’ll go to bed to,” Brock said. They made their way to 
their tents. Brock quickly zipped his tent up, but Misty stayed awake for 
the next half an hour and wrote in her diary…

***   ***

	The next morning they woke up to slightly colder conditions. When Brock 
stepped out of his tent, his breath was clearly visible. Misty came outside 
wrapped in two thick blankets. They both shivered.

	“Let’s l-light a-a f-fire,” Misty said as she pulled the blankets close 
around her.

	“G-good i-idea,” Brock replied. The gathered about six wooden logs and set 
them in the fire pit. Brock struck a match and started the fire.

	“It’s supposed to be about 70 today,” Brock said to Misty.

	“Good. It might be mid-July, but it’s a bit cold this morning,” Misty 
replied.

	“Should I start making breakfast?” Brock asked.

	“Nah. Not yet,” Misty replied.

	“Why not?” Brock interrogated.

	“Because we don’t have any water for cooking. Does that answer your 
question?” Misty asked.

	“Sure. Go get some water. I’ll wait here. Grab the bucket by my tent,” 
Brock said to Misty. Misty went inside her tent and pulled blue jeans and a 
baggy sweater on. She stepped outside and grabbed the bucket.

	“It’s nice to see you in a different outfit,” Brock said with a laugh. 
Misty narrowed her eyes.

	“Ha ha. Anyways, I’ll be back in about 10 minutes.” With that, Misty exited 
the campsite through the trees and made her way to the stream, a few hundred 
yards away. Back at the camp, Brock had just spotted Misty’s diary just 
inside her tent.

	“No Brock,” he told himself, “You NEVER look at a girl’s diary.” He had 
this same tug-of-war struggle before he finally grabbed the diary and 
flipped it to the previous date. He began to read:

Monday July 28, 2003
Dear Diary,
	Today Ash and I got in a fight. I know it was over something incredibly 
dumb. I really miss him. It took this fight to make me realize I love him. I 
haven’t told Brock this. He’d never let me live it down. I miss Ash’s 
nagging. All I want to know is if Ash feels the same way about me like I do 
him…

	“WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU’RE DOING??!!” Misty had arrived back and was glaring 
at Brock.

	“Uh, I-I-I w-w-was reading y-your d-d-diary,” Brock said faintly. Misty 
glanced at the diary and saw what page it was on. She immediately turned a 
beet red.

	“YOU-DON’T-EVER-READ-MY-DIARY!!!” Misty yelled. She said one word every 
time her mallet hit Brock’s head.

	“OKAY! OKAY! I’M SORRY!!” Brock cried in pain. He began rubbing his head.

	“I suppose you’re going to give me crap now right?” Misty asked.

	“Normally I would, but not this time,” Brock replied.

	“Why not?” Misty asked, astonished.

	“Because I don’t want anymore mallet beatings,” Brock replied. They both 
laughed.

	“So shall we continue on the road?” Misty asked.

	“Yeah. I know you want to find Ash,” Brock said. Misty stared.

	“What are you getting at?” Misty replied.

	“We’re going to look for Ash,” Brock said.

To be continued…

Okay. It was only 6 pages. So sue me. Well, review! ^_^