Love Is Confusing!(aaml)
This is my first time actually writing down one of my fanfics, so please go easy on me! I didn’t want to do anything too heavy or angsty on my first try, so this is just light and sweet. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it doesn’t look like it’s gonna turn out that way. It starts off rather generic, but it gets better. Oh, and by the way, I don’t own Pokemon, yada yada yada.
Chapter 1Ash smiled. The sky was blue, the day was warm, and a light breeze swayed the tall grass. Everything felt great! He was still disappointed about coming in 4th in the Hoenn League, but he was really looking forward to seeing Misty. How long had it been since he had last seen her? Two, three months? It seemed like forever. But it wouldn’t be long now. Now he, Brock, May, and Max were en route to Cerulean City, Misty’s hometown. Ash’s train of thought was interrupted by May, who was trailing behind Ash and Brock with her brother Max.
“How much further? I’m tired!” She complained.
“Me too!” “Pika!”
Max and Pikachu chimed in.
“It is getting late,” replied Brock. “Now would probably be a good time to stop and set up camp.” Ash turned suddenly and looked at Brock.
“We can’t stop now!” He said. “We’re almost there!”
“How far is ‘almost?’” May asked. Brock took out the map and studied it for a moment.
“I’d say about three or four hours.”
“I can’t go that far! I don’t care how desperate you are to see your girlfriend!” May yelled. Ash sweat-dropped. When May said no, she meant no. There was no way to convince her otherwise. It reminded him a little of Misty. He sighed.
“Fine,” Ash said. “I guess I could use a little rest.” May and Max both cheered. “And she’s NOT my girlfriend!” he added. But he could feel his face turning red. May just smiled.
“Oh yeah,” she said. “I forgot.”
Why was everyone always teasing him about that? Sure, he talked about Misty a lot, but she was his friend. Of course he missed her. Why did that automatically make her his girlfriend?! And even before Misty left, people were constantly picking on them. Brock, Tracey, Nurse Joy, Rudy, Danny, Team Rocket... the list went on and on. It was ridiculous. Him and Misty! Ha! “Besides,” Ash thought, “there’s no way she’d ever like me.”
That night, Ash lay awake and looked at the stars. He was thinking of Misty again. It was easy enough to forget during the day, but at night, when there was nothing to occupy his mind, his thoughts always turned to her. He remembered how she would always help him when he was in trouble and cheer him on in all of his battles. He couldn’t have asked for a better friend.
And then Ash would think about the day she left. He had never seen Misty so sad. It really hurt him to see her like that. He had wanted to comfort her, but had no idea what to say. And what exactly had she meant by giving him her handkerchief? Wasn’t that usually what a girl did when she liked you? But this was Misty. It couldn’t be that. Could it?
Sometimes Ash thought maybe he did like her. Sometimes he wondered what it would be like if she were his girlfriend. What would it be like to hold her hand, to smile at her, to . . .? But he couldn’t imagine it. These thoughts did not mean anything. People were always teasing him about it, so it was only natural to be a little curious. “I wonder what she’s doing right now...” Ash thought.
Not far away, in Cerulean City, Misty couldn’t sleep either. She was too excited. Excited because Ash was going to be there soon. She had missed him so much. It had seemed as if she were never going to see him again. But within the next few days, he would be there, and things would be as they were supposed to be. Misty looked at her digital clock. “11:53 P.M.” it read. “I’m never gonna get to sleep like this!” she thought.
She slipped out of bed, changed into her swimsuit, and walked down to the gym’s pool hoping that swimming a few laps would make her tired. The dive into the cold water sent a shiver down her spine. As she swam, Misty thought about the events of the past few months. The memory of leaving Ash still saddened her, even if she was about to see him. It was even more painful to remember losing Togepi, because she knew she would never see her baby Pokemon again. Misty had been planning on resuming her travels with Ash that day, but losing Togepi had been hard. She had needed time alone to heal, and she didn’t want Ash to see her cry.
Now Misty wondered if that had been a mistake. It had been such a long time since she had seen Ash, and she was a little anxious. She was afraid that things would be different. That she and Ash had drifted apart. And what of that girl he was traveling with, May? How did he feel about her? May was a sweet girl, and Misty liked her, but she was jealous all the same. She felt as if Ash didn’t need her anymore. But she didn’t want to think about it. Misty swam faster, pushing her body harder to push the thoughts out of her mind.
Misty was exhausted when she got back to her room. She guessed that she had swum for about an hour. She glanced at the clock. 3:12 A.M. “Three hours?!” she thought. “It didn’t seem like long at all!” Misty changed back into her pajamas and crawled into bed. She gave in to the exhaustion and let the soft, warm covers lull her into a deep sleep.