Pokemon Fan Fiction ❯ Much Ado About A Crush ❯ Ch 7 ( Chapter 7 )

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MUCH ADO ABOUT A CRUSH

I don't own pokemon and all that jazz

A/N: This is my very first fanfic EVER! Please be kind in your feedback...and I hope you enjoy it! That's what keeps me writing

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Ch 7

In Ash’s Room:

‘But why don’t you think they’re ready to know yet, Mist?’ asked Ash, giving me a curious look from his bed.
‘ These are our best friends we’re talking about, Ash. How would YOU feel if two of your best friends just decided to hook up all of the sudden?’ I cried frantically.
‘It was almost 11.30 am. Mrs. Ketchum had proposed that we have a late brunch and I had offered to help clean Ash’s room. (I’m always a little off when I wake up…I’m not a morning person.)
Little did I know that when I said I would “help”, I was signing myself up for almost an hour-and-a-half of walking around in circles, throwing clothes into the hamper and making frequent trips downstairs to empty the hamper again; picking up rotten pieces of who-knows-what from under the bed and washing my hands every time whatever-it-was had been safely disposed of; wiping the dust of everything and rearranging his table, closet (which was fun, actually…whenever Ash left the room…) and bookshelf. And I did this, all without so much as a drop of help from little Ashy-boy!
He just sat there on his bed, giving me cute, sheepish grins at odd intervals. I really couldn’t bring myself to make him get up! So, I decided that at least his brain should do some work for once!
I had requested him not to tell our friends about us until I was sure that they would be comfortable. So, here we were…
‘But it’s because they’re our best friends that they’ll understand,’ sighed Ash, leaning back against the wall.
I sighed, tossing the last of his dirty, mismatched socks into the hamper.
‘Could we please just wait until I’m ready? Please?’ I pleaded, sitting on the bed next to him and resting my head on his shoulder.
He wrapped an arm around my shoulders and let out a long “whoosh” of air. ‘Okay…,’ he sighed dejectedly.
‘Why do you say it like that? Like you’ve lost something?’ I asked, surprised at how comfortable I was in his arms.
‘Because, as our friends, they deserve to know before anyone else…’
‘Or…maybe you just want to show me off?’ I suggested, my nose grazing his cheek.
‘Yeah…that too,’ he whispered, turning toward me. He pressed forward and brought his lips down on mine. I ran my hands through his dark, spiky hair. He let his hands stray to my waist…
Who knows where that kiss might have led.
I certainly don’t. Because, right then, Duplica decided to open the door and walk in. Luckily, we were at opposite ends of the bed before she caught us.
‘Your mom says to tell you that breakfast is almost ready, Ash,’ she said, her voice lacking of all emotion.
Then, she turned to me dispassionately and said, ‘What are you doing in here, anyway? People are going to get a bad idea, you know.’
‘No, no! I cleaned his room, see?’ I indicated the floor.
‘Ah…o-okay…you’re acting a little ‘Brock-ish” this morning…maybe you’re just hungry.’ She shrugged and walked out of the room…and I started breathing again.
‘That was close, huh?’ I asked, smiling with relief. The smile vanished when I saw Ash’s expression.
‘We can’t keep doing this, Misty. We HAVE to tell them!’
‘Why, so we can make-out in your room?
‘EXACTLY!!’
I gave him what I hoped was a disbelieving glare.
‘I mean…no…ahhh…It’s just...Not that…*sigh* I can’t come up with another reason right now…’
I rolled my eyes and left the room. I didn’t want to let him find out that it was reason enough for me too…”Maybe we should tell them?”

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Breakfast Table:

‘Ahhh. Pechan berry pie…,’ gushed Gary, delighted, inhaling the uplifting aroma deeply. ‘True heaven on earth.’ *drool*
‘Why, thank you,’ said Brock. ‘Oh! Duplica, did you tell them breakfast is ready?’
‘Yeah,’ sighed Duplica, collapsing into a chair and resting her chin on the table. ‘Guess who I caught making out!’ she said acidly, an evil smile erupting across her face.
‘WHO?!’ cried Brock (popping out of the kitchen), Richie (rushing in through the back door), Tracey (without taking his eyes off the TV) and Mrs. Ketchum (from the garden looking up through the kitchen window).
Gary was too busy gulping Qualot juice to be bothered. Duplica gave them all confused looks. ‘Who else?? Ash and Misty, duh!’
The reaction was instantaneous…and alarming.
Gary sprayed juice across the clean, white room. Brock, surprisingly unconcerned about the mess, hisses ‘Yesss,’ and jumped around the table, grabbed Richie by the arms and began dancing around with him. Mrs. Ketchum and Pikachu both gave high-pitched, joyful squeals from the garden and rushed into the house to celebrate, garden shovels in hand.
Tracey bothered to switch off the TV (ignoring the loud, petulant protests from Sparky and Ditto) and ran into the dining room, slipped on Qualot juice and landed flat on his butt. At that, Duplica and Gary went into mad peals of laughter…and none of them ordained, at any time, that Ash and Mist might actually hear them…

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Upstairs:

I was heading to the top of the staircase, continuing my internal debate as to whether or not Ash and I should tell our friends about our new relationship when, there was a sudden eruption of screaming from downstairs. I stopped dead in my tracks.
“What in all-of-heck was that?!” I thought.
‘Misty, what was that noise? Are you all right?!’ Ash cried, as he came flying out of his room, panic-stricken.
‘I have no clue.’
We hurtled down the stairs and sprinted to the dining room…where everyone was calmly helping themselves to pechan berry pie…
The first thing I noticed was that they were all being unnaturally quiet…
‘What was with the yelling?’ I asked.
‘Yeah, and why is this place so sticky…?’ Ash cried, looking at the floor suspiciously.
‘What “yelling”? There was no “yelling” here,’ said Brock, avoiding eye-contact as he cut a slice of pie, placed it on a plate and pushed it towards Ash. Ash, of course, took the bait…and began stuffing his face -_-…
‘We both heard a loud scream…’ I glared pointedly at each one of them.
Duplica sighed. ‘Fine, fine…I’ll tell you what really happened,’ she declared.
The moment the words left her mouth, Gary began chocking on his pie. The others (including Mrs. Ketchum – who was, strangely enough, wearing a large sun-hat) immediately ripped their eyes from their plates and stared daggers at her.
‘What really happened was that…Gary was being a pig and drank his qualot juice too fast. He chocked and sprayed juice all over the place. Tracey slipped on juice and fell…so we all laughed. Is there a problem with that, Misty?’ she blinked pointedly.
I wanted to ask why Brock, being the neat-freak that he is, hadn’t cleaned the room yet…but quite honestly, I didn’t care. ‘We were just worried, that’s all,’ I said, ‘Weren’t we Ash?’
Ash, however, was far too busy romancing his pie to notice anything happening around him. So, I pulled up a chair, sat down and had some delicious pechan pie for myself.

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Later That Day:

Around noon, I was sitting in the living room reading a silly magazine article about how to make yourself more appealing by doing ridiculous things such as rubbing tamato berry juice on your lips and stuff, when Gary walked in all innocent and sat beside me.
Now, I may not have known Gary for very long but, I knew him enough to know that, if he was trying to act innocent, something was up…
‘So, what’s up?’ I asked, putting the stupid magazine away and turning to look at him.
He looked around the room quickly, (reminding me of a ratata evading a predator) making sure that no one else was in the room. Then, he turned to me and said softly, ‘It’s here.’
‘What’s here?’
‘The book.’
‘What book?’
‘THE book…’
I furrowed my eyebrows. ‘What are you talking about?’
He sat up straighter and stared at me. ‘You really don’t know what I’m talking about.’
‘Well…obviously.’ I rolled my eyes. ‘You think I like playing this game with you?’
‘Misty,’ he said firmly, as he grabbed my shoulders, ‘THE book. Ash’s book. His BIRTHDAY GIFT…you DO remember tomorrow is his birthday, don’t you!?’ He gave me a little shake.
‘Ohmigodness! I completely forgot…AGAIN!!’ I gasped, my shoulders drooping. ‘ihatemyself…’ I mumbled forlornly…
Gary just shook me harder, but his voice was gentler as he said, ‘Get a grip, Red! That’s what we’re here for. Remember US? Your “friends”? The people who will always be here for you, both of you? We’ve got your back. The book is wrapped and ready to be gifted, so relax, okay?’
I could feel my eyes beginning to burn with tears I knew would never fall. I looked up at him and realized he was right. They were my friends…yes, including Gary. They may be a group of oddballs, but they were my oddballs. I threw my arms around Gary’s neck. ‘Thanks, Gary. You’re right. You guys are the best friends we could ask for,’ I sobbed into his shoulder, ‘And, you know what, Ash and I have an announcement to make tomorrow. You guys deserve to know…because you’re our friends!’
He wrapped his arms around me. Suddenly, I felt him begin to push me away. I looked up to see Ash standing in the doorway. ‘What are you guys doing…?’

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A/N: before you start thinking I’m doing this whole ‘cliffhanger’ thing, let me just remind you that this whole story is supposed to be light and fun, not a big drama…so just relax and don’t let your imagination run away with you! I’ll let you in on a little secret…*I’m a big sucker for happy endings*…shhhhh……. X3

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