Ash and Misty's Love?-Part 2 I don't own pokemon, so don't even ask. This fanfic was written by Chikarita Thanks to all who reviewed the first part! I'm so sorry for taking so long in sending out this part. Warning! I wrote this under the influence of classic rock songs from Napster and Teddy Grams. Misty's POV I heard somebody yelling for me to wake up, but I just shut my eyes tighter. The voice is louder, more insistent, but I want to ignore it. "Leave me 'lone." I moan, trying to block out the voice, by pulling my head deeper into the sleeping bag. I hear Pikachu thundershocking Ash, and I can't help giggling at his reaction. I can't resist the temptation to watch as I slowly crawl out of my sleeping bag. I see a very burnt up Ash, getting up tiredly. Pikachu sees me and suddenly runs to me. "I'm up! I'm up!" I said quickly, jumping to my feet to prove my point. I don't want to be thundershocked too. Brock laughs at my reaction, and I glare at him. I'm not very annoyed, but Brock stops laughing and starts cooking breakfast. I started to look for my favorite comb, but I was annoyed after five minutes of searching my pack. I hear someone walking next to me. "Hey, what are you looking for?" I look up and see Ash. His face suddenly reddens slightly and he looks away quickly. "Ash, are you OK?" I ask, ignoring his previous question. "Yeah. I'm fine." He says a little too quickly. "So what are you looking for?" he asks again. I know he is trying to change the subject, but I go along with it. "I'm trying to look for my brush. You know, the one with a lapras painted on the side of it?" "Sorry, I haven't seen it," He said, shrugging, "but I could help you look for it." He suggests helpfully, though a little quietly. I can't believe what I'm hearing. Ash is never this helpful! "Uh..sure.." I say, wondering what was up with Ash. He was usually loud and annoying! He never offered to help me with anything that resembled work! And he was never so quiet! "Ash, are you sure you're okay?" I asked again. "I'm fine!" he cried in exasperation. Now there was the Ash I knew. For some weird reason, this actually made me feel better. Ash starts to look under his stuff. He takes out his red cap and puts it on. He starts to unroll his sleeping bag. "I thought you were looking for my comb?" I said, feeling irritated at him. "I am," He said, ignoring the annoyed tone of my voice, "you could have dropped it around here last night." He reached under his sleeping bag and pulled out my comb. As soon as I caught sight of my favorite comb, I ran to Ash and hugged him happily. "Thanks, Ash!" I cried ecstatically, losing my composure. Suddenly I realized what I was doing and I broke the hug. "Uh..sorry..I guess I wasn't thinking.." I said nervously, not believing what I just did. "It's okay.." Ash said, his face was every bit as red as mine, as he handed me the comb. "Thanks," I said, staring at the comb, using it as an excuse not to look at Ash. "Uh…I…could help you pack…if you want…" he said with difficulty. "No, I'm fine." I said quietly. "Uh…okay..." he said, before walking away. I pack quickly, catching glances of Ash sometimes. He doesn't even notice me. He is just sitting on the log next to the fire, with his hand rested on his chin. When I finish packing, I walk by the campfire, and find Brock handing Ash a plate of pancakes. Brock walks up to me, "want some?" he asks, offering me a plate. I nod and take one pancake. I'm not really that hungry. Ash, who is usually eating like there is no tomorrow, is just staring at his plate. Brock looks at him strangely, "Uh, Ash are you okay?" he asks. "I…I…" he begins, looking at me. "I'm fine," He said, sounding very annoyed. Brock didn't seem convinced. He put a hand on Ash's forehead. "Well, you don't feel warm…" "Because I'm not sick!" Ash cried. "I'm just not hungry. That's all," he finished quietly. Without a word he got up and picked up his backpack. "Let's go!" he said impatiently. Brock and I looked at him with confusion. "He's really acting strange…" Brock whispered to me. I nodded, but said nothing. I started to wonder what was really bothering Ash. I'm sure he knows I didn't mean anything by hugging him. I was just really happy he found my comb. But something was bothering me, and I didn't know what it was. Togepi trilled in my arms, cutting off my train of thought. I rocked it gently. The egg pokemon was calm again. Pikachu was riding on Ash's hat as always. "Pikapika?" it asked Ash. "Pikachu, I'm…" but a bright line shone on his face, cutting him off. I covered my eyes, trying to shield them from the intensity of the bright light. "Prepare for trouble…!" I heard Jessie cry out, beginning the motto. She struck a pose. "Make it double…!" James said, also striking a pose. We all had grown accustomed to the bright light shining in our faces, and were too annoyed to listen to the rest of the motto. "Come on, it's too early in the morning!" Ash moaned. "Yeah!" I agreed, "Can you just give us a break for once..?!" "Hey! Don't you twerps have any decency?!" Jessie cried, "You can't just interrupt our motto!" She crossed her arms over her chest. "You talk about decency?! Its eight in the morning!" I cried in anger. "Give us you're Pikachu, twerp!" James cried, pointing at Ash. "I'm not a twerp and you can't have Pikachu! Pikachu! Thundershock!" he ordered. Pikachu jumped from Ash's shoulder, with his cheeks crackling with electricity. "Pika-chuuu!!" Pikachu cried, electrocuting Jessie and James. "Tackle them!" Brock cried, after ordering out Onix. The large rock pokemon lunged forward, sending Jessie and James to the air. Suddenly, I noticed something strange. "Where's Meowth?" I asked. "That is pretty strange," Brock agreed. I didn't even have enough time to mull this over, when an explosion behind us knocked Brock and me forward. Ash had been outside the range of the explosion and he ran to us in worry. "Are you two alright?" he asked. He held out his hand to help me up. I looked at his offered hand for a moment, before grabbing his hand, allowing him to pull me up. For a moment I was lost in his eyes. Brock broke the moment by running to us. "We got to get out of here!" he cried, "There could be more explosives!" Before we could even begin to run away, another explosion sent us to the ground. I heard laughter coming from the bush. "Alright! Who's there?!" I cried, not at all amused. Suddenly, Meowth jumped from the bush. "You twerps forgot about me!" he cried, with a triumphant smile on his face. "Stop calling us twerps!" Ash cried, getting a pokeball ready. Meowth pushed a button, sending Ash to the ground. "Don't try it, kid! I wired the whole place wit explosives!" I could see the intensity in Ash's face as he glared at Meowth. After ten seconds of glaring at him, Ash put away his pokeball. Jessie and James appeared behind us. "Now give us your Pikachu." James said with a smile. Ash kneeled down to the ground, holding Pikachu protectively. "No!" he yelled. I looked over to Meowth and saw that he was pushing a button. "No!" I cried, running at Meowth but I heard the explosion a moment later. I was too late. End Part Two Man! Writing a fanfic is much harder than I though! I now have a renewed appreciation for all you hardworking writers out there! Criticism/Praise J are both welcome! Please review! Reviews are what fuel my writing!