Disclaimer: Both of the characters do not belong to me, but to their fellow creators.
Summary: One becomes upset at the other, thus leading the other to discover why.
Notes: This is an assignment given in one of my classes to create a short story consisting of less than five pages based on romance. So, that's pretty much how this one came into play. In some ways, I find this one to be... short. xD I'm not used to writing onto a limit so I think this is one thing I can improve in my writing. This was a bit of a challenge to write. I kept going over five pages but then found a way to make it shorter, so I'm hoping this one will be liked. I find Acceptance to be somewhat realistic in terms of Pokeshipping, so don't expect fluff in here nor passionate romance. I wish I could have gone into more description, but I'll leave it as it is. Personally, this one isn't my favorite but there are parts I liked throughout this handy one-shot. I want to see whether I can pull off PS in less than five pages. xD So, with that said, please feel free to review! I'll be happy to know what you have thought of this.
Aquamarine eyes slowly fluttered open at the stroke of sunlight. Rays of its warmth from the steady window settled onto her slim body, provoking lips of hers to form a dazzling smile. Her creamy delicate hand gently moved cinnamon strands away from her innocent face. Her vision was now clear, able to recognize the surroundings.
A tranquilizing breeze danced on the outskirts of a grassy field, almost whispering for her to rise. Soft ivory toned flowers accompanied her, each demonstrating the concept of purity. The soothing flow of a gentle stream was heard close by. Regardless of her long slumber, she found herself yawning; perhaps it was not time to wake. There she had discovered a sleeping figure, one that meant great significance to her very eyes. His eyes were currently closed, resting peacefully under the care of her. A light chuckle came from her, amused by the sound of his light snore; every time his breath came, raven toned hair flew upwards in a rather quick fashion but then soon returned to the original position. She, the observer, found it surprising how one of such volume could be oh so quiet when fast asleep… almost like the innocence of a child.
Suddenly, she heard him waking to the sunlight, revealing clear tones of dark honey in the eyes of strength and curiosity. As he slowly settled himself in a sitting position, a bright smile came from his lips as a greeting.
“Had a nice nap?” her voice questioned in a friendly manner while he nodded in return. Noticing his current drained nature, the young redhead had decided to allow him to rest if necessary.
“I had such a strange dream,” he suddenly spoke with his eyes wide in shock.
She found herself raising an eyebrow in interest. “Well, what kind of dream was it?”
“I-I have a hard time explaining it,” was his answer, hesitation reflecting by his stuttering tone.
“Ash, you can tell me no matter how outlandish it is,” her voice firmly confirmed, beginning to lose patience.
The young teenager sighed loudly, watching the flawless flight of precious birds a clear distance away. Once gone, he glanced towards his friend whom was staring in question. “Can you imagine us being together?” His voice revealed doubt as well as astonishment.
In an instant, true tints of red appeared on her soft cheeks. Her once strong posture has now transformed into the depths of shyness. She did not answer; anything she said now could tell all.
“Misty, are you all right?”
At once, her body rose until she stood tall above him, disallowing herself to look at her companion. “Never better,” was her crude answer, feeling the emotion of hurt settling onto her spirit.
“Are you sure?”
He could not see, nor did less realize her current state of sentiment. In a state of wonder, he must know, no, who was responsible for her silent wrath; now was a good time to start. “See, I told you the idea of us being together is pretty strange.”
A more perfect moment to unleash anger could not be any better than now.
When he had noticed her utter silence, his tan toned hands began shaking in a manner that showed none other than nervousness. Fright had now become his ally as well.
“I know I did something wrong,” his voice slowly told at the moment of realization.
“You sure have,” she answered clearly.
“Sorry, I had no idea this would…” he paused for a second to consider his next word then continued, “offend you.”
“Tell me, how is the possibility of us being together strange to you?” Misty questioned in a sense of authority.
This time, it was his turn to raise an eyebrow. “You find nothing wrong with that?”
“That depends on your answer.”
Refusing to stare into her powerful eyes for his own sake, he managed to say, “Well, I have to admit it is weird.”
“That makes sense considering how you have the mind of a child,” she scoffed, crossing her arms against her chest.
His hand quickly tightened into a fist. “You take that back!”
“I will not.”
“Then what are you so upset about?” he challenged in a strong volume.
“Nothing,” she answered in offense.
“You know that is not true.”
“The way you described your dream as strange is…” she stopped, not wishing to say more.
He nodded for her to continue.
“It just… hurt.”
His expression had now undergone a change from frustration to concern. “Aw, Misty… I’m sorry. I really am. You are my best friend. I shouldn’t have said that.”
“Nothing beyond that,” she added solemnly, but then brightened, “but you were saying what was on your mind.”
“But that alone hurt you,” he replied, staring into her turquoise eyes while attempting to smile. “In all reality, the dream wasn’t so bad. In fact, the dream got better later on.”
“Later on?” she repeated, blinking.
“If we were to somehow get together someday, I think that wouldn’t be so bad.”
“Do you really mean that, or are you trying so hard to make me feel better?”
“Nah, I mean it,” Ash responded while sticking out his tongue playfully. “I wouldn’t mind.”
Her lips came into a warm smile in response, blushing slightly from his words. In a matter of seconds, she herself noticed something strange. “Do you know where we are, Ash?”
Confusion rose among his soul at first, glancing at his surroundings. Slowly scratching his head, he nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know where we are.”
“Tell me where, then.”
“This is where we first met, remember?”
She recalled the amusing memory, finding herself laughing. When they were younger, the silly yet absolutely reckless Ash had fallen into the rushing stream: his only hope was to hold onto a thin fishing line which surprisingly belonged to the ruthless yet caring Misty. With her mighty strength, she had somehow pulled his entire weight out of the heavy water while he in return altered her brand new bike into rubble. She was no pleased with the outcome, thus declaring her grand announcement of how she will follow him to the ends of the world until her mode of transportation was repaid.
“I remember exactly,” she grinned in delight.
“But, we became friends in the end, right?”
Confronting with the truth of reality, she nodded. “Is that even if we could become something more, Ash?”
“Yes, Misty… as much as the thought is shocking to me.”
Laughing, she teased with “Of course”.
The dynamic duo stared off towards the moving clear blue stream where life of all kinds bloomed. Colorful fish swam in unison while the light stayed within reach, gazing high above with such prevalence. His profound excitement provoked him to rise, racing towards the glorious sight. The cinnamon haired girl watched him, shaking her head quickly onto how he could be such a child. Maybe that was one reason why she was so fond of her dearest friend regardless for his lack of maturity upon his soul. In her eyes, no one was Ash nor could dare imitate him; his mind constantly changed. She did not care, knowing she loved him for being perfectly imperfect.
After all those years, only she realized her feelings regardless of his lack of comprehending the area of romance. The flow of water close by represented the long amount of time for them grow; slowly, yes, but gradually forming into something more. That she could not deny.
Perhaps being together was all too soon but at least his acceptance of the very idea brought her to smile towards the future.
Notes 2: I hope to see responses about this. You might have noticed that I had barely used contractions throughout this one-shot. My professor wanted to have me keep that to a very small amount which I think I achieved here. Your thoughts would be appreciated! It was rather bittersweet, don't you think? xD