Mistletoe

Author:	AshleyAngel
Chapter:	1 of 3
Email:	ashleyangelic@aol.com (please review!)
Catergory:	AAMRN
Rating:	G

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Chapter One:
Presents
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Misty woke to a sunny pre-Christmas morning.  She smiled to herself and thought, 
'What a great day'.  She looked at her calender and realised that it was the 
22nd of December, and she hadn't bought anything for any body!

She had a hurried breakfast and was out on Darling Street, rushing in and out of 
shops, buying gifts for Brock, Pikachu, Togepi and...Ash.  She sighed happily at 
the thought of Ash, his mischivious eyes and messy black hair.  There had been 
lots of moments when she wanted to put her hand in his soft hair, but pushed her 
temptations back.  She snapped out of her daze and headed into a shop that read, 
'Poke Gifts'.

Misty wandered through the aisles for about half an hour and emerged with an 
armful of gifts.  She had even decided to buy extra presents to spoil her own 
PokeMon.  She knew her Staryu was unhappy because Misty had put it into storage 
for a while.

"Welcome to Poke Gifts," said the cheerful shop assistant.  "Last minute gifts?"

"Actually, I had forgotten to get presents," she admitted, flushing slightly.

"Ah, don't worry.  Poke Gifts always stocks up.  But if you want a really good 
present, I suggest that PokeWatch in the window," the assistant said, indicating 
to the watch on a red plush cushion.

Misty stared at it with awe and amazement.  She had never seen anything as 
beautiful as it.  She looked at the price and winced.  Eighty-five dollars!  She 
looked into her wallet and saw she only had fifty dollars.  She sighed and said, 
"Nah, don't worry.  I'll buy it when I have money."
****

"Brock!  Brock!  Help me!"  Ash cried, running up and down the stairs, trying to 
find his older friend.

"Ash, what's wrong?"  His mother asked him.  Misty, Brock and himself had been 
staying at the Ketchum residence for the Christmas time.  Ash had won the 
Christmas League the week before, making his mother even prouder.

"I need to see Brock!"  Ash said, his messy hair all over the place.  He had 
forgotten to put his cap on.

"Dear, put on you hat," his mother told him, handing him his hat.  He muttered 
something and crammed in onto his head.  He looked at his mother.  "What, 
dearie?"

"Brock?"

"Oh!  He's outback.  Mimie is helping him polish his Onix."  She told him.

"Thank you," Ash cried, before rushing out the door.

"Mr. Mime!"  He heard Brock yell.  "No!  Not water!"

Apparently, Mr. Mime had gotten the hose and had turned on the water.  Brock had 
jumped in front and got his shirt all wet.  He glared at Mr. Mime.  Onix was 
busy ramaging around the garden, trying to get away from Mr. Mime.

"Mime, mime!"  Mr. Mime protested, throwing down the hose.  "Mime, mime, mime!"

"Mr. Mime, I said POLISH not HOSE," Brock said calmly, trying to calm a very 
distrought Mr. Mime.  "Look, I'm sorry, alright?"

"Mime."  Mr. Mime said, crossing his purple arms.

"Brock, you okay?"  Ash called, sprinting towards the scene, which was very wet.

"Yeah, but Mr. Mime nearly wet Onix," he explained.

"Yeah, I saw," Ash laguhed.  He stopped laughing and said,"Listen, I haven't got 
anything for Misty for Christmas."

"And?"

"And, I need something to get her," Ash said,fiddling with his hat.  "And...uh 
it needs to say something like, Thinking Of You, or something.  You know..."

"Know what?"  Brock asked, his face breaking into a grin.  

"You know," Ash said, going as red as a tomato. 

"No I don't," Brock replied, his grin widdening.

"Something that says...I love you," Ash said, his face and neck red with 
embarassment.

"Ah, good on you, mate!"  Brock shouted, slapping Ash between the shoulders.  "I 
knew you'd say it some day!"

"You...you knew?"  Ash sputtered, his face growing redder.  "Is it that 
obvious?"

"Only to the trained eye," Brock said, winking.  He had had his own experiences 
with love.  With Nurse Joy and Officer Jenny.  He was always singing the same 
words, "A one woman's man is what I wanna be, but there's two perfect girls for 
me" whenever he saw them.

"Brock, you need to start dating," Ash said, adjusting his hat on his head.

"Nah, why should I?  You're going to start going out and I'm going to be rooting 
for you!"  Brock exclaimed.  "So, you want a gift?  Why don't you go to Poke 
Gifts?  They have this really nice watch on sale for eighty-five dollars."

"Eighty-five?"  Ash exclaimed.  Brock nodded.

"Don't worry, here's one hundred dollars," Brock said, handing Ash some money.  
His heart skipped a beat.  It was cash, fresh money.  "Buy her the watch and 
some flowers that will stay fresh for three days."

"Alright," Ash said, uncertainly.  "Are you sure?"

"Yeah, go ahead."  Brock said, beginning to polish Onix again.  Onix had decided 
that it was safe, now that Mr. Mime was raking the front yard.  "Have fun, Ash."

"I will," Ash said, disappearing out the side door.

"I knew it would happen sometime," Brock said.  "Haven't I always said they love 
each other, Onix?"

Onix grunted an agreement.

"See, I was right," Brock said, smiling to himself.  "I'm always right."
***
"Merry Christmas!"

The sound echoed through the Hall.   The Oaks had decided to have Christmas at 
the Ketchum house.  Even Gary came along.  With a frown of course.

"Gramps, do I have to stay?"  He asked, complaing like a five-year-old.

"Gary, you're here, so sit down," Professor Oak scolded.  "And yes you have to 
stay."

Gary sat down, muttering curse words under his breath.  He crossed his arms and 
stared out the window.  The tree was scattered with presents.  He picked up the 
smallet one which read, "To Misty.  From Ash and Pikachu."  
He managed to get a sniff of laughter out.  He had seen the way Ash and Misty 
were the last time he saw them.  Always avoiding each other's eyes.  They're in 
love, he thought.  He smirked, seeing a bunch of mistletoe under each door.  

"Gary, get up here and say hello to Ash," Professor Oak instucted.  Gary got up 
lazily, taking his time.  He was still taller than Ash, though Ash was coming 
along nicely.  

"Hello Ash," Gary said icily and through clenched teeth.  "How are you?"

"I'm fine," Ash replied, giving Gary a dirty look.  "How's your Umbreon?"

"Fine," Gary said, turning around to sit in his seat again.  He would have gone 
straight to the seat when Brock called him over.  He arched an eyebrow.  Brock 
NEVER called him.

"Uh...Gary....could we talk?"  Brock asked, leading Gary out the door.

"Hey, what the...?"  Gary asked.  Brock silenced him.

"Don't you dare ruin Ash's plans," Brock threatened.  Brock was turning 25, a 
man, while Gary was only turning 17.  "Ash has worked hard to achieve this day."

"Oh, I wasn't going to do anything," Gary said, giving Brock an ice-cream smile.  
His teeth looked like knives, ready to attack.  "I'll let Ash get along 
with...uh...plans."

He shot Brock a superior smirked and walked inside, whistling.  Brock saw red, 
and was mentally throwing knives into Gary's back.  He shrug and walked inside.  
He didn't even notice the red haired girl behind a tree, shocked with what she 
had heard.  Misty.
***