COPYRIGHT NOTE: I don't own Pokemon / Pocket Monsters, or Murphy's Law.

COMMENTS: I dedicate this fic to anyone whose life has recently undergone Murphy's Law. Join the club!

And (seemingly) random A/N of the day: I miss Jigglypuff. Really, I do. Anyway, enjoy Part 2!

Anything That Can Go Wrong

Aiselne Phoenix

Part 2

Thanks to the late summer daylight, the outdoors weren't pitch-black by seven o'clock P.M. The sky was purple, but it wasn't nightfall just yet. After supper, I still had enough time to tell Misty the news. By then, everybody changed out of their swimwear into usual clothes (thank God again. Misty's bikini was one less distraction). I'm never the type to give up, anyway. If I had to confess my feelings at midnight, so be it, as long as I would actually get to tell Misty!

"I think I can see a few stars," Misty noted, her neck craned to look up at the early stars in the sky. This time around, she and I sat on the front steps of the Cerulean Gym. Misty's sisters spent the evening feeding all their Water Pokemon, and Brock was more than eager to "help" them (nice excuse, Brocko). With Brock preoccupied, May and Max tended to our own Pokemon. I wasn't sure why, but it seemed like everybody was eager to give me and Misty some "alone time." Hmm…

Anyhoo, Misty's arena closed at seven o'clock, so no challengers or tourists would bother storming up the steps she and I sat upon. Sweet serenity. I made sure Misty and I stayed in the front yard this time, too, away from the backyard's damn river. The way that river attracted Water Pokemon, I did not need a Dratini to distract Misty.

"Hey, Ash, if you connect those couple of stars over there..." she said, pointing at the sky to connect a makeshift constellation. "...You can faintly see a Dratini."

I sweatdropped. Me and my big mouth. "I guess…" I trailed apathetically.

"Anyway, I'm sorry, but what did you want to tell me, Ash?" Misty finally asked, glancing away from the stars to stare back at me. Giggling impishly, Misty admitted, "With all the distractions, we never got around to talking very much."

She was right, but I decided to put that behind me. The night was young! Misty and I were alone again. With early stars twinkling above us, the setting was romantic, more romantic than the last two times I tried to talk to her. In fact, the moment was just like a scene from a soap opera or chick flick (and no, I don't regularly watch soap operas and chick flicks! Mom took care of me when I was little, and she thought cartoons would rot my brain or something. Instead, she'd make me sit through her favorite daytime soaps and romance movies! Don't get me wrong; I love my mom, but doesn't that borderline child abuse?!). But I know it's common for Hollywood couples to confess their love under a starry sky. That, or kiss in the pouring rain, but I failed to see what was so darn romantic about that. To me, kissing while two people are soaked to the bone – with clothes and underwear sticking to skin like nasty glue – seemed pretty unromantic. Maybe I missed something.

Anyway, our starlit moment was perfect, way more perfect than ever before! The sky was decorated in just a few twinkling stars, a hint of fading sunset, and Misty and I were alone under it all. Yes! I have a romantic side…I think. Hell, all we needed was some music, and the moment would be straight out of a chick flick!

"Jigglypuff!"

Too bad I spoke too soon about the music.

"JIGGLYPUFF!!" Misty and I screamed at the notorious pink balloon Pokemon suddenly strolled below our legs. Sure enough, Jigglypuff started signing its damned song, too. God knew what the hell Jigglypuff was doing there, but I didn't have much time to figure it out. The only thing I remember is muttering, "son...of...a...," before falling fast asleep. If I were lucky, the whole day would've been nothing but a bad dream.

But I'm not lucky, am I?

After our unexpected nap, Misty and I washed off Jigglypuff's stupid scribbles, since I really didn't feel like confessing my feelings with chicken scratch all over my face. Of course, Jigglypuff always vanished after its stupid songs, so the front yard was safe upon our return. I remained vigilant for any more possible Pokemon interruptions. Lugia could have showed up for all I cared, though I hope to Ho-Oh I didn't just Jynx myself right there…and, er…I'd better stop thinking about Pokemon in general, huh? Shut up, Ash! SHUT UP!!

To be expected, I was getting fed up with how badly things were going. I knew I was a walking case of Murphy's Law, but COME ON! Gimmie a break already! At that point, I'd give up my Pokemon if it meant I could get a few minutes to tell Misty my feelings!

"Pika!"

Well okay, no, I wouldn't "give up" my Pokemon. That's another exaggeration. I liked Misty, but my Pokemon meant the world to me, too, especially Pikachu.

"Pikapiiiii!"

So to say I would've given up my Pokemon was a lie. Maybe I'd give up my license? Nah, scratch that. If I gave up my license, I'd have to give up my Pokemon either way.

"PIKAPIIIII!!"

Maybe...I'd give up a few years of my training...yeah, I'd go with that! I'd sacrifice a few years of my journey just to tell Misty I liked her. Sure. Then I wouldn't have to give up my Pokemon, and Misty and I could be together, too. That way, I'd still have Pikachu...

"PIKAPIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"

"Pikachu?!" I finally noticed. Okay, okay, I was rambling, and my mind wanders when I ramble. So sue me! Either way, why was Pikachu screaming? I dearly love my electric mouse. However, I was close to screaming if another Pokemon interrupted my moment with Misty, even if the interrupting Pokemon was Pikachu.

"Ash, look!" I suddenly heard Misty yell, pointing to something, someone, or someones behind me. Spinning around, I nearly did scream. No, standing behind me was not a Tentacruel, or Jigglypuff returning for an encore. Instead, the interrupter was Pikachu...

...Inside another one of Team Rocket's shockproof nets.

"You have got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath. However the hell I managed not to scream will forever be a mystery.

Unfazed by my reaction, the sneaky trio stood next to an open window of the Cerulean Gym, most likely explaining how those idiots snagged Pikachu. I remember hearing Jessie grumble under her breath, "Dammit…I thought Jigglypuff put those brats to bed! I swear, you want something done right, you've gotta' do it yourself!" I can't say I'd be surprised to learn that Team Rocket might've been behind Jigglypuff's cameo, either. They've bribed and blackmailed Pokemon before. Not that I cared, though. I was a teensy-weensy bit pissed at the moment to figure out the details about Team Rocket's latest Pikachu heist.

Shrugging passively, Jessie smirked arrogantly. "Ha! Prepare for trouble, we finally got Pikachu!" she cheered, waving Pikachu's net as she and her cronies did some idiotic victory dance.

"Make it double, sucks to be you!" James sneered, whipping out a rose and using it to point and laugh at me. Then he and Jessie hugged each other, practically squishing Pikachu between themselves as they cheered over their capture.

"Meowth, dat's riiiiight!" Meowth sang. On cue, Wobbuffet and Mime Jr. popped out, making their obligatory appearances to dance as stupidly as their trainers.

I wanted to scream. I wanted to pull my freakin' hair out! My ordeal was getting beyond ridiculous! As if telling Misty my feelings for her was not challenging enough, I had the privilege of dealing with umpteen distractions! What's next? Is Lugia gonna' show up and tell me the world's about to end again?! Umm…that wasn't an invitation, Lugia! Ignore that.

Either way, my agenda changed instantly. First things first, I had to rescue Pikachu. Yeah, I wanted to tell Misty my feelings, but at the moment, Misty was not held captive. "Team Rocket!" I roared, stomping my foot and whipping out a Pokeball. "I'm NOT in the mood to deal with you three right now!"

Thinking back on it, I'm not sure why I bothered wasting my breath. It wasn't like my roars scared Jessie, James, and Meowth. "Well, then don't let us bother you!" Jessie chimed sarcastically, waving goodbye. "We'll just take Pikachu and be on our way! C'ya!"

Yeah right. As if I was gonna' let those high-tailing idiots get away. Thankfully, it never took much effort to get rid of Team Rocket. In one second, Donphan came out of its Pokeball. In two more seconds, I issued the attack. Three seconds later, Donphan's Hyperbeam attack more than effectively sent Team Rocket packing. Pikachu escaped the net, and then the trio blasted off before any of them realized I set a Pokemon after them. Yeah, maybe a Hyperbeam was overkill to save Pikachu from a flimsy net, but I was on my last nerves. I figured I'd apologize to Team Rocket the next time they showed up, like, tomorrow. Until then, good riddance! I didn't have time to deal with those morons!

After Team Rocket snappily added to the multiplying stars of the evening, Pikachu safely ran back inside. Alone again, it was time for me to get back to what I had been trying to do all damn day.

"You really showed them, Ash," Misty giggled as I recalled Donphan. She didn't giggle very jokingly, either. I could tell by her awkward laugh that she was trying to tell me, "I think you overdid it, Ash." Of course, Misty did not know how genuinely frustrated I felt. "Seriously, is everything okay? You've been acting, I dunno, weird today."

This whole day has been weird! Urgh, if I had known my reunion with Misty was fated to be distraction after another, I never would've bothered trying to tell her my feelings. Yeah, I was getting disheartened…a little.

Then again...what else could go wrong, now? I knew that was not a good thing to ask, since something bad always happens after you ask it. But seriously, what ELSE could possibly happen?! Short of Lugia flying over (again, not an invitation), I highly doubted much else could go wrong.

"Misty..." I started, somehow feeling I should definitely get my confession done quickly, before fate screwed me again. "...I..."

CRASH!! SPLASH!!

I spoke too soon when Team Rocket blasted off. The idiots crash-landed in Misty's backyard, conveniently in that Pokemon-attracting river. Not wanting the thieves to steal the Water Pokemon, Misty ran off, again, leaving me behind, again. Sighing and gazing up at the stars, I was five seconds away from throwing my hands up in the air and screaming, "I GIVE UP!!"

"Ash, what're you waiting for?!" I heard Misty holler, run back to me, and yank my arm. Before I could even reply, the redhead dragged me to her backyard. Misty is a strong girl, but then again, my energy and ambition had totally depleted by then.

The Rocket thieves dragged their waterlogged bodies out of the river, gasping for air before collapsing in puddles. Ordinarily, I'd selflessly rush over to the people and offer them some help. The commotion even attracted Brock, May, Max, and Misty's sisters from the house, causing all of us to congregate in the backyard. Daisy, Lily, and Violet muttered something about calling the cops and then ran back inside. Doctor Brock was the first to Jessie, James, and Meowth's sides, with May and Max following him like assistants. For some reason, I didn't move, and my lack of movement triggered Misty's annoyance.

"Why the hell are you just standing there, Ash?!" I heard Misty yell into my ear, tugging my sleeve. I think Pikachu must've arrived outside, too, because I felt something rub my leg (and I sure as hell hoped it wasn't Misty). But for some reason, I didn't feel like moving, talking…I didn't feel like doing anything! No matter what, there always seemed to be some stupid distraction ruining my opportunity. After umpteen interruptions, I wasn't exactly in a cheery mood to help out Team Rocket, especially since they interrupted me earlier. Someday in the future, and me in a better mood, I'd apologize to them for the Hyperbeam overkill. But on that night, I didn't give a damn.

Misty seemed irked, herself. "What's up with you, today?!" snapped the redhead, grabbing my shoulders to look me in the eye. Only when I saw that Gyarados-look in her blue orbs did I cringe nervously. That devilish glare she shot me was a clear-cut sign that I should cut the crap. "I'm getting a little fed up with how you've been acting today, Ash Ketchum!"

It was never a good idea for me (or anyone) to irritate Misty. But honestly, I was fed up with how the day turned out, too. Nothing went right, nothing! All I wanted was to tell Misty I liked her. I wasn't proposing, and I wasn't even asking her on a date! I just wanted to say, "I like you." Was it so much to ask for one chance to say those three little words?!

Then I heard Misty groan, before letting go of me to run a hand through her red hair. "Psh, you know, I don't even care anymore," she huffed, making me feel a sudden wave a dread hit me. "I was hoping you and I could've spent a nice day together. But if you're going to be acting like this, I'm not gonna' put up with your crap."

"...What...what crap?!" I blurted out defensively. "I didn't do anything!" and that was no lie. "I never even got the chance to do anything!"

"'Chance'?!" Misty asked incredulously. "Chance to do what?!"

"The chance to tell you I..." I stopped instantly, biting my lip. No. That was not how I wanted to tell Misty. I didn't want to confess my feelings in the middle of chaos and me venting. True, lots of movies have characters confess their love during the most intense moments of the film, like when the world's about to end. Maybe it works in the movies, but that wasn't how I envisioned my confession to Misty. My confession wasn't supposed to be told while I was ranting and raving, nor while Misty was ranting and raving, too.

"Tell me WHAT, Ash?!" loudly screamed Misty, making me cringe even more. I think Pikachu, Brock, May, Max, and the slightly-delirious Team Rocket cringed, too. Oh yes, Misty has a temper, and when her fuse blows, look out! "All day, all I've heard from you is that you've got 'something' to tell me, but you won't actually tell me! Well guess what, Ash! I'm all ears now, so just tell me already!"

She did not understand, but how could she have understood? Misty didn't know how I felt because I wasn't given the chance to tell her. But our so-called perfect moment became a chance I no longer wanted. I wasn't gonna' tell Misty my feelings after the crazy day we had, and I especially wasn't going to tell her while we were fighting! Instead, I wanted us to be alone, in a tranquil, somewhat romantic setting. I wanted the moment to be perfect!

Our current moment, however, wasn't perfect. In fact, it was the exact opposite of perfect! Why did today have to be a gigantic mess?! Granted, we've undergone worse messes, but...that day was the first time I ever wanted to tell a girl I liked her. Everything seemed so unfair. The one time I actually wanted to go against the odds and be bold, my plans blew up in my face.

"Ash?" I heard Misty ask me again. Strangely, her voice was softer that time. Obviously, my demeanor calmed down considerably, but I was a bit upset, too. I considered myself lucky to have fallen for such an amazing girl. Yet, right then and there, I felt like the unluckiest boy on earth. I didn't even have time to worry if Misty returned my affections. After all, I wouldn't have to worry about her feelings if I never got around to admitting my own.

"Ash?"

Maybe it was for the best. What were the odds that Misty liked me? She always argued with me, beat me up, and teased me. We were friends, yes, but she probably didn't consider me anything more than a friend. Instead of getting greedy, I should've counted my blessings that, girlfriend or not, I still had an amazing friend in Misty. Somehow, that wasn't enough for me, and I felt like a spoiled brat for admitting it, too. But nothing else went right that day. Even if I did confess my feelings, that didn't guarantee Misty would return them. The way things went that day, I figured she would've laughed in my face and claim I was the stupidest person she ever...

...Hugged?!

I wasn't quite sure what she did, instantly. But after a moment, I realized Misty's arms were actually around me. Why Misty hugged me, I didn't know, but I'd be lying if I said her hug made me feel worse.

"What's with you today?" I heard her whisper gently, Misty's breath tickling my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. "You can tell me anything, Ash."

Jeez, did my demeanor drop THAT much? The way Misty was behaving, you'd think I was crying or something. Oh God, I hoped I wasn't crying. I was upset, yeah, but not that upset! Making a scene would've been downright embarrassing. Course', it wasn't like I never made a fool of myself that day, anyway.

"Just whisper it," Misty suggested in her own whisper, making me blush slightly. Does she...KNOW what I'm gonna' tell her?! How was that possible? I knew I wasn't the most discreet of people. Still, it wasn't like I wore a T-shirt that said "I like Misty" on it. Then again, after so many years of being friends, I figured Misty could read me. Why the hell I was unable to read her was a mystery, but maybe it was a girl thing. Mom is the same way, and she can read me like a book. It seemed Misty could do the same. Yup, definitely a girl thing.

So if Misty could read me, then what harm was there in me telling her the truth?

Swallowing, I pursed my lips nervously for a moment. Misty was still hugging me, which felt...good, actually. If a girl came so close to me a few years ago, I would have run for dear life. Ironically, I just wanted to remain in Misty's arms. It felt like we were in our own little world. Yes, the temperature was very warm, considering our bodies were against each other. Plus, the air conditioning was broken…oh yeah, the AC isn't broken. Crap, we're not even indoors, are we? Oh boy…

Either way, Misty's embrace felt remarkably better than I ever imagined. Maybe it was because I knew I already liked her, or because I could actually hear her heart beating...or is it mine? I did not know. All I did know was...

"I...like you."

Okay, it was not the confession I dreamed about, but at that moment, it was perfect.

As I finished whispering "you" like some five-year-old telling a secret, I felt Misty's hug tense. Naturally, I panicked. What does it mean when a girl tenses? Is it good? Is it bad? What does it mean?!

Misty was silent. From experience, I knew a quiet Misty was never a good Misty. Right? Okay, "panicking" was an understatement to describe me at that moment. I finally told Misty my feelings, and I could not feel happier. However, her silence was killing me. Misty, say something!

"Myst...?" I asked hesitantly. Of course, I still had yet to know how she felt about me, too! Love is a two-way street, and I was stupid to jump the gun and think Misty and I would automatically live happily ever after. Stupid! Stupid! STUPID!!

The red-haired girl broke our embrace. That can't be a good sign. Oh crap...I could not face Misty if she laughed. I probably would cry if she laughed. And even if she did not laugh, I could not bear it if Misty rejected me. If Misty did return my feelings, I knew it'd be too good to be true, but…

Misty was still silent. Again, a quiet Misty was never a good Misty. If Misty stays deadly silent, that usually means she's about to explode. Panicking. Panicking! But once she and I parted from the hug, I saw her face.

She was blushing.

That's a good sign...right? Please, oh please, tell me that's a good sign!

"Y-you..." Misty started, slightly stuttering just like I had before. Misty rarely stuttered, especially like me. A stuttering Misty was a strange Misty, but is it a good Misty or a bad Misty?! Gack! Oh God, my head was spinning!

"You..." she said again, this time with a smile. Smiles are good...RIGHT?!

"You...like me?" Misty asked softly with a giggle. A giggle MUST be a good sign, or maybe she was on the verge of laughing hysterically at me. Argh! I was beyond confused! Dammit, why are girls so impossible to figure out?!

"As in...'like' me?" She emphasized the "like" a bit differently that time. I knew what "like" meant in that sentence, and yes, that was the "like" I felt for Misty. God only knew how red my face looked. However, Misty's face was pretty pink, too, especially when I nodded to answer her question.

The moment was perfect, especially when Misty's smile widened. That IS a good sign! It's gotta' be! "Hehe, you...really like me, Ash?"

"YOU DO?!"

Everybody exclaimed, and there went my so-called perfect moment!

I instantly buried my embarrassed face into my hands as I finally realized that Misty and I were not the only people in the backyard. Circled around us, Pikachu, Brock, May, and Max not-so-subtly eavesdropped on our entire conversation! But they were not our "only" audience. Somewhere in the scheme of things, Daisy, Lily, and Violet must've returned to the yard. Don't even ask me how Jessie, James, and Meowth made their miraculous recoveries, either (damn you, Doctor Brock!)! Ten pairs of eyes were around Misty and me, gawking and watching every single second of my love confession. So much for my perfect moment, ruined just like the rest of the day! Noooooo!

Although…maybe "ruined" was another exaggeration.

To say the moment was ruined was pushing the envelope. Misty certainly did not seem upset or embarrassed. Quite the opposite, she simply hugged me again, much more tightly. Then Misty giggled again, not mockingly but happily. Another feel-good sensation ran down my spine, but it wasn't entirely credited to Misty's laugh, either. My heart totally fluttered when she whispered back into my ear.

"I really like you, too, Ash."

After our confession, the inevitable happened: friendly congratulations, pats on the back, and clapping. Heck, Team Rocket was happy, Jessie even snorting, "It's about time, twerp!" That is, until the cops finally answered Daisy's earlier phone call, arrived on Misty's doorstep, and then Team Rocket was "dashing off again!" Jeez, the way our friends acted, you'd think everybody expected Misty and I to be in love right from the start! How'd everybody know? Hmmm….

Oh well. No sense in worrying about it now!

It was almost midnight when Misty and I finally got some real alone time outside. Well, technically, we weren't 100% alone, because Misty's newly-caught Vaporeon sat between us. Already, the Water Pokemon became special to us, commemorating our special day. Briefly, Misty contemplated nicknaming the Pokemon, even though neither of us usually do that. She asked me for a name. I suggested "Murphy," and then she rolled her eyes, smacked me, and then decided "Vaporeon" was just fine. Heheh, I like Murphy.

Miraculously, no other distractions happened, either. The stars were bright, so was the moon, and so were the smiles on our faces. I felt like the biggest burden had finally been lifted from my shoulders, and I could have sworn Misty felt the same. Exactly how long had both of us been waiting for that special day?

Again, it didn't really matter. Not anymore.

"Aren't you happy we'll be spending a few more days together?" Misty cooed as I felt her hand intertwine itself with mine. After the confession, our friends decided a few more days in Cerulean City wouldn't kill us. Was I happy? You'd better believe I was!

It took a moment for me to get used to the feel of Misty's hand in mine. So soft. We were new to the boyfriend-girlfriend stuff (me especially), so it was bound to be a new beginning full of learning experiences. I was willing to take my chances if Misty was willing.

Squeezing her hand, I nodded. "Yeah. Too bad I can't stay forever, though. The Battle Frontier isn't gonna' wait for me." I didn't mean to ruin the moment, but it was the truth.

Fortunately, the moment wasn't ruined, for once in my life. "Oh, I know," the redhead nodded, not the least bit disappointed. Misty squeezed my hand again, and it felt wonderful. "The Cerulean Gym doesn't run itself, either, and my sisters are totally useless without me." We both knew we weren't living the idealistic "happily ever after" scenario. Misty and I had jobs to do elsewhere. "But for now…" she paused while watching the stars. "…Let's just enjoy this. There's no need to rush things, Ash."

I couldn't argue. Gently, my hand squeezed hers again. I quickly grew to like that feeling. Misty's hand was in mine, and that was a very good sign. She really likes me. True, I was still suffering the aftershock of everything that happened that day, but it was bound to pass. Butterfrees in the stomach, jitters, warmth, nervousness…I felt it all, and it all felt good, too.

Briefly, Misty's other hand stroked Vaporeon, before I heard her chuckle again. "So, Ash..." she began playfully, nudging closer to me to rest her head on my shoulder. My heart instantly raced and my face wore the endless blush. I'm pretty sure Vaporeon noticed, because little Murphy coyly cocked its head for my benefit. I think the Water Pokemon already understood my and Misty's feelings for one another. Boy, Pokemon sure are perceptive, aren't they? Then again, I noticed Misty was blushing, too, so I guess my blushing was okay.

"So…how are you gonna' handle asking me out?" Misty inquired, her smile and face brightening like the moon. Maybe, somewhere, I really did have a semi-Hollywood-style romantic side, because I remember thinking the moon wasn't as beautiful as Misty. Corny line, yeah (I blame Mom's soap operas), but a true line, too. Knowing I had a helluva time just confessing my feelings, Misty could only wonder how I'd handle future scenarios. "Or...when you propose? You'd better hope Lugia doesn't call you back to Shamuti Island or something."

Yeah, tell me about it. Just thinking about the catastrophes that could happen during my attempts at asking out Misty, or proposing to her, made my blood run cold. Urgh, God help me.

"What happened to 'there's no need to rush things,' Myst?" I retorted with a sly grin, causing Misty to poke my rib. Yelping for a second, I then joined her giggling. We were just playing, of course.

Rolling my eyes, one of my arms absentmindedly wrapped around her thin waist, drawing Misty closer. I don't know why I did it, but neither of us seemed to mind (that is, Misty didn't kill me for touching her. Phew!). Her head on my shoulder, my own head rested against her soft red hair. She smelt like chlorine from her earlier swimming practices, but I actually didn't mind the scent. It suited Misty.

"Let's just cross that bridge when we come to it, okay, Misty?" Usually, I jumped headfirst into a situation, but when it came to Misty, I think I owed it to her to think ahead for a change. Maybe I really was growing up…slowly. Gimmie a few more years. All the same, I knew I was going to be in deep, deep trouble if our dates and proposal turned out to be re-runs of my self-proclaimed love confession.

But...

At that very moment, Misty just nodded, snuggled closer, and seemed satisfied. No complaints here, either.

Heh, we didn't need to get ahead of ourselves, after all.

The End

A/N: Thus concludes another Pokeshippy fluff-fest staring our adorably dippy Ashy Boy. *^.^*

Oh, and sorry if Jigglypuff's cameo was random, but it was meant to be random. Fact: Jigglypuff's cameos were always random (as hell) in the anime, so I'm just following canon. Random or not, I miss that pink puffball. Nostalgia, anyone?

All in all, thanks very much for reading! True, this was just a short silly story, but I hope it brought a smile to some faces. Life-wise, these past few months have been difficult for me, so this fic was (more or less) a therapeutic little way to cheer myself up (an author who satirizes her life! ^^), and I hope it has a similar cheer-up effect on readers. I appreciate reviews, but more importantly, I hope this fanfic brightens somebody's day. ^_^