My First AAMRN!

Disclaimer: I don’t own Pokemon, or Ash and Misty, but I firmly believe Ash hasn’t the faintest idea what love is, but Misty and May and Brock do, so there. ^_^

Misty walked down a dirt road with her friends Ash and Brock, a Togepi clutched in her arms. The sun shone brightly, they were nearing a beautiful lake, and Pidgeys tweeted and chirped happily above their heads, but Misty was not in a very good mood. “Ash,” she complained, “Give me my bike!”

Ash, a boy of around fifteen years old with spiky black hair and an adorable Pikachu perched on his shoulder, had ‘borrowed’ Misty’s bike a few years earlier, and destroyed it in the process. He groaned, stopped walking and turned around. “You know I don’t have it, Misty, leave me alone!”

Ash and Misty glared at each other in a staring contest. Togepi, Pikachu and Brock tried to ignore them but in vain. The silence was (eventually) broken by Brock, who awkwardly held up a frying pan and suggested lunch.

Ash blinked, smiled and jumped to his feet, saying he would like that very much, he wants hamburgers. Misty remarked once more about how immature he was, then gave up and asked politely for a ham sandwich. “Okay,” said Brock, and set up his cooking equipment.

When Brock finished his cooking and gave Ash his hamburger, he practically scoffed it down it three bites. As they were eating a girl in her early teens wearing a red outfit with a yellow bag strapped around her waist, and a small boy with geeky glasses who appeared to be her younger brother, walked by. “May! Max!” said Ash excitedly, swallowing the last bite and jumping to his feet. They turned around and saw the trio. “Ash! Brock!” they cried together. May ran forward and flung her arms around Ash’s neck, who blushed and patted her on the head saying he was glad to see her, and “It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” and that sort of thing. Misty looked on, suddenly sulky, and felt a blush rise in her cheeks when May hugged Ash. She shook herself thoroughly. “Snap out of it, Misty,” she thought. “Ash is seeing an old friend again, nothing special about that. Anyway, why do I care?” Actually that question genuinely puzzled her. Why did she care? Ash was so stupid, and annoying, and he had stolen her bike. She wondered if she was getting sick; her cheeks were flushed with red and her heart was pounding. “To-gi?” enquired Togepi anxiously. “It’s nothing,” Misty reassured her Pokemon, then walked over to greet them. “Hey, it’s Misty!” cried Max, and ran over to her. ”Hi, Misty, we haven’t seen you for ages!” he enthused.

“A year or two,” said Misty with a big fake smile. “So how are you guys going?”

“We’re doing great!” said May. “Max is nearly old enough to get his first Pokemon, and my Pokemon are really strong. We’ve won heaps of contests!” She proudly displayed fifteen ribbons. Ash and Brock smiled and congratulated her. Misty found herself watching Ash’s face carefully, and felt a surge of a strong emotion – was it jealousy? – when she saw his expression upon congratulating May. She was worried about herself seriously now; she was going mental!

“Oh, Togepi,” she said, grabbing the tiny Pokemon and hugging it to her chest. Despite the fact she was in her mid teens, she felt a little like crying.

“Prriiiiii!” wailed the little egg, opening its mouth wide and squeezing its eyes shut. Now it knew something was wrong.

Misty bit her lip and wondered what to do. Ash, Max, Brock, Pikachu and May were all joking and laughing. Suddenly Pikachu noticed Misty sitting in a corner and looking angry and sad. “Pika!” it called, beckoning to her.

Ash looked over at her and smiled. “Come on Misty,” he said. “Have fun every once in a while!”

Misty allowed herself to cheer up a bit, and her eyes lit up with happiness. “Sure,” she said, getting up and walking over.

After about an hour of chatting May and Max said they’d better go. “We have relatives in Saffron City,” explained May. “It’s weird considering we live in Hoenn, but it’s true.”

“We’re going the other way,” said Brock. “To do some exploring, catch new Pokemon, blah, blah, blah.”

All except Misty laughed. “Alright, see you then,” said Ash cheerfully, shaking both their hands. Brock nodded and smiled. Then, much to Misty’s rage, May reached over and kissed Ash on the cheek just as they were leaving. It was all she could do to stop herself from exploding right away. As soon as May and May were out of earshot, she turned into a volcano. Luckily neither Ash nor Brock nor even Misty herself could understand a word she said.

“Misty, I have something to ask you,” said Ash awkwardly while they were walking.

Brock wasn’t there at that moment. He had gone the other way to do some grocery shopping. “I’ll catch you up later,” he had said.

“Well…” said Misty uncertainly. “I don’t know, Ash. Honestly. I really don’t know.” With a sigh, Misty turned her gaze to the sky. The sun was setting and twilight stars glittered down at her, turning pink with the clouds.

There was silence for a while. “I think something’s wrong with me, Ash,” Misty confessed.

“Oh?” said Ash. He wished Misty would stop looking away. It was distracting.

“I mean…I feel hot very often, and I sweat a lot, and my heart starts beating fast…well, I suppose when I yelled I was just taking it out on someone. I’m sorry, Ash.”