Pokemon Fan Fiction / Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ You Little Mind Reader ❯ Revealed... Uh... Nevermind ( Chapter 2 )

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Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Pokemon our any characters related to it. (Wish I did though! Who wouldn't?!) Besides, If I was that rich, I'd hire somebody to type my stories for me! Ha! ...but I'm not... I also DO NOT own the greatest movie of all time- 'The Game'. In fact, the only thing that I own is this unique idea SO THERE! *singsong* You can't sue me, you can't sue me!!! Uh... ahem... back to the story.
*...* = author
'...' = character's thoughts

///////////////Revealed...Uh...Nevermind...

The sun was beginning to set, painting the archaic pale blue sky with more vivid, lively colors. The sky was so beautiful, yet confusing in a way. You couldn't really tell which looked more like it: a masterpeice painted by the most skilled artist in all the countryside, or a young toddler who just found his sister's collection of pastels. The trio walked on towards Pallet Town, kicking up the sun-dried pathway through a feild of tall, sharp grass, a few daisys poking up above the waving sea of green. There was a soft breeze, just skimming though grass with it's graceful taste of warmth. It was a Westernly atmosphere to say the least.
Brock walked on between Ash and Misty, who kept staring at eachother, shooting long glances at one another as Brock watched. They said nothing until they would suddenly begin giggling, not only disturbing the long felt silence, but confusing Brock even further. After about the fifth time hearing the two laugh out of reason, for no reason, Brock couldn't hold it in anymore.
"What's going on!?"
The two immediantly shut up and turned away, acting as if nothing has happened.
"Huh..." Brock slightly grunted.
It was easily noticed that Brock was getting agitated by now. The two mind readers never 'talked' to eachother for another half hour.
The moon was beginning to show itself as a partly transparent sphere. A few stars shone dimmly as the sun began to give up for the day, settling for it's much-needed rest. The three entered Pallet Town only to be greeted with the welcoming scent of somebody's ripening grape orchard and the smell of a neighbor's sugar cookies in a nearby window. Children retreated to their homes, saying their goodbyes and waving to one another as they split apart, heading in different directions. Ash sighed contently.
"I never knew how good coming home could feel like." he stated.
Misty was slightly offended.
"Well, my hometown was never this pleasant." she said.
"Me neither. Mine's actually a bit scary, really. The last time I looked at the paper, the front headline read 'Pewter Kid Kidnapped'"
"That's horrible Brock!" Misty said.
"Yeah, well, what're ya gonna do..." Brock mumbled as he looked down.
"Let's just go visit my mom. I can't wait to see her!"
"Yeah, let's go Ash!"
Misty and Ash ran off towards to house of Ketchum. Brock stood and watched for a second.
"I better keep my eye on those two..." he said, then quickly ran off towards the two trying to catch up.
The doorbell barely even got to finish chiming before the door was swung open where a Ms. Ketchum stood. I swear, if you were all the way in Celedon, you could hear that woman screaming of delight. In fact, the sun had to cut the sunrise a few minutes short, leaving the ear-peircing scream to the moon.
"Ahhhhhhh!!!! My baby's home!!" Delia screeched and wrapped her arms around the boy, nearly choking the beloved air from his lungs.
"Ack! Mom, you're choking me!"
"Hello Ms. Ketchum." Misty greeted delightlfully.
"Hey... Ms. Ketchum." said Brock as he walked up to the door, half dazed at a blue Ash.
"Uh... Ms. Ketchum, I think I smell your spahgetti burning." Brock lied.
"Oh!" She ran into the house, leaving the door open for the visitors.
Ash rubbed his neck and gasped for air.
"Man, she nearly choked the life out of me!"
"She's just happy to see you, Ash." Brock said, walking into the doorway.
"Yeah, either that or she was waiting to see you turn purple or black." Misty laughed.
"Hey..." Ash said in a warning tone, but couldn't help but smile at the thought.
The two followed Brock into the house, Misty closing the door behind her. Brock was pretty right before,there was no doubt that Delia was cooking spaghetti. The entire living room and kitchen was filled with the spicy fragrance of her special tomato sauce, with a slight hint of the doughy scent from the hundreds of noodles that sizzled and popped in the large cooking pot. Brock was in the kitchen talking to Delia about her secret recipe while Ash and Misty sat on the living room couch discussing a certain, more personal matter.
"Exactly what kinds of meats do you use in your sauce, Delia?"
"Just hamburger and a little italian sausage every now and then." she replied cheerfully, stirring the large, wooden spoon in the soupy tomato sauce.
"Mmmm...hmm..." Brock replied as he wrote down the two ingrediants.

Meanwhile, in the living room, Ash and Misty sat on the couch. Each leaning up against a seperate armrest with their socked feet stuck to eachother and their hands in their own laps. They secretly shared a silent conversation as they just sat and stared at eachother motionlessly.
'I've gotta pick up Pikachu at Prof. Oak's tomorrow. Guess we'll have to wake up a little early.'
'Yeah, and I need to pick up togepi.'
'I wonder how they did on their tests.' Ash thought.
'Oh, I so really worried when togepi began coughing. I read somewhere that baby pokemon get sick really easily.' Misty replied.
'It must've been some kind of pokemon flu going around.' Ash said.
'Maybe...'strange silence fell between them.
"Kids, dinner's ready!" Delia called from the kitchen.
'Let's go.' Misty thought.two jumped from the couch and strolled towards the kitchen. Brock was already seated, awaiting the two for dinner.
"Here you go." Delia smiled as she placed two plates of spaghetti in front of the two as they sat down next to eachother.
"Wow, this looks great Ms. Ketchum!" Misty said.


"Oh, now, lesse..."
Delia looked up from the dishes she was washing over towards the stairs, a concentrated expression wrinkled her forhead.
"What's wrong, Mom?" Ash asked from the table.
"Huh? Oh, I was just thinking. Where are your friends going to sleep? I only have the one pull-out couch for Brock... I guess Misty will have to take your bed again, Ash." Delia said, quickly turning back to a sink of soapy water, bubbles, and greasy dishes.
"That's fine. I've slept on the hard ground plenty of times." Ash inquired.
Misty looked at him questionalbly. Could he really be considerate for once? For the first time? For her? The last time Delia mentioned Misty taking his bed... only a year ago did he refuse at the slightest idea of the matter. Yep. He whined about how he needed only one night of sleep on a nice, soft mattress. Yet, still, Misty won the battle and the bed. Only because she was female, and Delia was determined to have a gentleman-like son.
'I wonder if he really is growing up...' Misty thought.
'Huh? What?' Ash asked Misty.
'This is the first time I've ever seen you so considerate.'
'Yeah, well, I'm just trying to... grow up...' Ash admitted. *Yeah, right! Trying to impress a certain someone is more like it!*
"Okay, I'm done." Delia sighed, wiping her soapy hands off on a towel.
"Now, who's ready for a movie?" she continued.
"A movie?" Ash asked.
"Yeah, I just bought a new movie called 'The Game'. I heard it was pretty good and all, so..." Delia didn't bother to continue.
The gang looked at eachother once, then scrambled for the couch.
"I'll just make some popcorn!" she called out after them.
Ash and Misty sat eagerly on the couch and waited for Brock to stick in the movie.
"Ah, here it is." Brock said as he pushed the tape into the VCR.
Then, he sat down next to Ash, who was sitting next to who? Who else but Misty. The commercials begun. Misty sighed disapprovingly.
'Commercials... why do they always start off with commercials? They're always so boring...' Misty thought.
'Tell me about it.' Ash thought back.
"Hey! I didn't tell you to start the movie yet!" Delia yelled from in the kitchen.
"Don't worry, you're not missing anything." Misty called out.
Delia sighed, "I guess I'll just watch it from in here. Doesn't look like there's any more room on that couch, anyway."
Delia was right. There was absolutely no extra room to spare. They all heard a chair scraping across the kitchen floor and the room fell silent as the t.v. screen produced a large "Feature Presentation" sign.
Just as Nicolas was looking into the eyes of the ceramic clown... 'Pop! Pop! Pop!' The three jumped and spun around to see Delia holding up a 'peace' sign with her two fingers.
"Popcorn!" Delia beamed.
"Ooooh, thanks Ms. Ketchum." Misty said as she handed her the bowl full of popcorn. Immediantly, the two boys dove for the bowl.
"Whoa! Wait your turn." Misty said holding the bowl away.
Delia giggled a bit and returned to her chair.
"Give me some. Please?" Ash asked sweetly.
"Oh... okay." Misty lowered te bowl so that he could reach it.
"What about me?" asked Brock.
"What about you?" Misty repeated his question.
"Wait your turn, Misty and I have the bowl right now, you can have it soon enough." Ash said.rolled his eyes. *Well, he would if you would've seen them...*
"Everything's about you and Misty now, isn't it?"
"Uh..." Misty blushed a bit, as did Ash.
They didn't answer. That was a good sign. As far as Brock goes, anything's a good sign, since they handed them the popcorn bowl and returned their full, or should I say, empty attention to the movie. *What I mean by 'empty attention' is when they're only pretending to watch the movie, when their minds are completely somewhere else. You got me, now?*
Over an hour passed and everyone was completely into the movie, forgetting about what happened earlier. Brock lost interest in the conversation for a second and decided to focus his attention elsewhere in the room. Delia had turned all the lights out by now. He hadn't really noticed. That was when he observed Ash scratch his head, but instead resting his hand in the position it used to be in... it so accuratly 'landed' on top of Misty's. By this, Brock was a little suprised to say the least. Not only did Ash so bravely place his hand on Misty's, but Misty didn't even seem to care. After about five minutes passed, they were officially holding hands. Brock had only wished he had his camera with him...
The movie ended with a couple of teary eyes. One pair wasn't even focused on half of the movie.
"Time for bed." Delia announced.
'That was such a good movie!' Misty thought, wiping the tears from her eyes.
'I actually thought the guy was going to die, jumping off that building.' Ash said.
"Really. I was on the edge of my seat the whole time." Misty said out loud.
"So was I..." Brock announced, thinking of something else, other than the movie.
Misty looked down at Ash's hand holding hers.
"Uh..." he began to let go.
Misty stopped him from letting go and held his tighter.
Ash was, needless to say, speechless.
"Well, I'd hate to disturb you two. No, seriously, I do just love this, but your sitting on my soon-to-be bed." Brock grinned.
The two turned pink as if on cue. Brock laughed. Yet, as embaressing as it was, their hands were still connected. Ash's face turned serious and he and Misty stood from their places.
"Goodnight Brock."
"Goodnight Brock." Each of them said before turning towards the bedroom and climbing up the stairs.
"Goodnight kids!" Delia called up after them.
"G'night Mom!"
"'Night Ms. Ketchum!"
Delia stood by Brock as they watched them two disappear into Ash's room, the door softly shutting behind them.
Brock waited a while before speaking up,
"So... do you think Ash is gonna get the bed after all?" he asked.
Delia smiled.
"I sure do."

Ash shut the door behind Misty and dropped her hand, leaving her standing by the doorway as he walked over towards his bed and pulled a second blanket and pillow from it.
'Um... what...just happend..in...there?' Misty thought.
'What do you mean?' Ash thought.
'Ash, you were holding my hand.' Misty thought seriously.
'Why did you hold my hand?' Misty asked.
Ash paused for a moment and stared at her, though the dim light from his old bedside lamp wasn't doing any good. She seemed to have no intention of getting a bad temper now. Her voice seemed too... soft. Almost as if he could say anything to her and imagine her being more understanding than usual.
'I just thought it was the right thing to do...' Ash mumbled thoughtfully. *Boy, you don't see just anyone 'mumbling thoughtfully' these days!*
'I know, but... why...' Misty continued to ask, hoping for only one answer.
'...Well, I may have held your hand, but you didn't even want to let go.' Ash thought.
'What?' Misty asked confused.
'Yeah, I heard you. 'No, don't' I heard you think. I heard you say to me, in your mind, 'No don't'. I know I heard you. You wouldn't even let my hand go.' Ash said.
"I uh... Ash, I think I'm gonna take a shower." she said out loud.
Misty walked over to the door and walked out of Ash's room, but before she reached the stairs, a tiny headache warned her not to take another step. It felt like when you dive down too deep in the water and there's that pressure pain, or when your too high up in the air, cimbing a mountain or something. Misty growled to herself and walked back to Ash's room.
'I thought you were going to take a shower.' Ash looked up from his blanket and pillow.
'I can't... you're gonna have to accompany me.' Misty thought.
'As tempting as that is, ... I think I'll pass.' Ash joked.
'Ash, I'm serious!'
'All right, I'm coming...' Ash said as he got up from his 'bed'.
'Boy, you sure do change quickly.' Misty thought, eyeing his sleepwear.
"Uh..." Ash tugged at the bottom of the old tank top.
Apparently it was something he was used to, otherwise it wouldn't have been so stretched out.
"I wasn't planning on getting out from under the covers..." he continued, pulling up the green boxers.
'Let's just go...' Misty thought as she led the way down the stairs.
Good thing Delia had gone to bed already. It woould seem a little strange that her son was going into the same bathroom with Misty. I'm sure she'd be against it. *What mother wouldn't?*
Misty flicked on the light switch and tossed her backpack to the side of the bathroom as the light blinked on. Ash followed her, softly closing the door behind him.
*Allrighty, children, cover your eyes and don't peak!*
'How are you going to change?' Ash asked, looking in the mirror.
There was no reply, so he looked over towards where Misty was, but she wasn't there. All he saw was an outstretched arm sticking out of the dark blue curtains, dropping Misty's shirt to the floor.
"U-uh..." Ash's voice cracked even as he stammered.
He didn't like the idea of being in the same room with his naked friend. It just didn't seem right.
There went the shorts...
"U-umm...."
The bra...
"Uh..."
The-
'Misty aren't you done yet!?' Ash screamed into her mind.
Misty jumped a bit.
'I didn't even turn on the water, yet, Ash.'
That was when he heard a faucet turn slightly and the water begin to pour out. The soft shower streams of water sprayed up a little against the curtains. Ash sat down on the toilet seat and waited for her to finish. The bore... waiting for Misty to shower.
Ash found himself thinking about the origin of the purple wallpaper all over the bathroom walls. The once cold, mahagony tiled floor was now as damp as the foggy mirror to his left. He sighed and leaned forward towards the pile of clothes and searched through the pockets. Hey, as long as it was something to do... He found only the bluish-gazed black feather from the other day and a crumpled-up peice of paper. Ash unfolded the paper slowly and read the inky-black words.stars above Pallet. Stars are said to shower the skies of Pallet Town, Wednesday morning at 5:00am. Don't miss." it read.
Just then, the water was turned off. Ash quickly shoved the paper and feather back into the pockets of her shorts and sat back on the toilet seat.
'uh oh.' Misty thought.
'What?' Ash asked her.
'I forgot to bring a towel...' Misty complained.
Ash's joints completely froze.
'Could you hand me the towel on the rack?' Misty asked.
'Oh, sure.'
Ash felt releived at once, but it only came and went when Misty practically stepped out of the shower, clutching the curtain to her chest. Her damp hair stuck to her face, beads of water rolled down her skin.
'What's taking you so long?' she glared at him.
Ash tried to keep his vision focused on her face as he passed her the towel.
'Thank you.' she said, grabbing the towel from his hands and retreating back into the shower.
An awestruck Ash slowly backed up against the wall, his jaw hung carelessly open as Misty, the Misty Waterflower, walked out from the shower with nothing on but a small pink towel.
'Ash?'
He didn't reply. No, he couldn't reply. Misty blushed a bit and turned her head away with a weak smile.
'Ash, it's not polite to stare.'
With that, he snapped out of his trance and quickly closed his mouth, but had no control over his eyes.
'Ash, could you hand me my bag?'
Without hesitation, he picked up her bag and handed it to her, never tearing his eyes from where they were at the moment. Misty gladly accepted the bag and was about to close the curtains to dress, but wondered if she should stand there a bit longer... No! She quickly shut the curtains and bagan to get dressed, scolding herself for even thinking of trapping her best friend in such a situation. Ash was still a little shocked, wondering what had just happened and if she even knew how much of herself she was showing off. He then realized how hot the skin on his face was. So hot that his cheeks felt numb, tingling with embarassment.
'He probably wouldn't even know what to do if I had...' he had heard her think.
'What?' he asked her.
'Huh?' she called out.
'What'd you mean.' he asked.
'What'd I mean, what?' Misty was confused.
'When you said that I wouldn't even know what to do if you had done something.'
'Uh...' Misty had to think.
'All done!' she announced and jumped out of the shower, not to mention, changing the subject.
Ash turned his normal color when he saw her in her usual attire. Just like the old Misty, clothes and all.

///////////End ch.2

Whooo! Finally done with chapter 2! You have no idea how relieved I am. Only a few more chapters to go!

Preview of ch.3- The Pika Problem

"Pika! Pika-pi! Chu!" Pikachu cried happily as it jumped into it's trainer's arms.
"Hey Pikachu! So, Professor, how did the tests go?" Ash asked the old man in the white laboratory coat.
"Well, Ash, I'm afraid I have some bad news..."
"Huh? What do you mean?" Ash asked worriedly.
"I'm sorry Ash, but your Pikachu is..."
"Is what?" Misty asked concerned.

Woooo! You don't wanna miss this chapter. Well what d'ya think's wrong? Never mind that! I've got tons of writting to do! See ya!