Malory: Hey, guys! This is a new collaboration that my good friend, Misty Ketchum97, and I have been planning for a while. I haven't written a Pokeshipping story yet, though I love the shipping, so this is good. ;) Anyway, Misty is a brilliant writer, so I recommend you read her stories! Here's the first chapter of... Alter-Ego! XD

Oh, and this has Pokeshipping, Ikarishipping, Contestshipping and LeafGreenshipping (LeafxGary).

Misty: Yes, we planned this story like...five months ago. :P And I LOVE POKESHIPPING, so Mal and I are going to have a lot of fun with this story. I hope you guys enjoy reading our story as much as we had writing it! ^-^
~Misty

Summary: Misty has always known what's right and wrong. She knows that she's a tomboy. She knows that she's headstrong. She knows that Ash, the guy she has a crush on, will never know. Also, she knows that she's bored with life. Depressed. So one day, when she get sucked into an alternate universe, everything is turned upside down! Misty is girly, loving shopping and Ash is a smart and mature person. Plus, all her friends are messed up too! When Ash finally knows what he wants, Misty has to choose between the perfect Ash, or the Ash she's always loved. Who will she choose?

Disclaimer: We both don't own Pokemon.

Chapter 1: Before

Misty's POV

It's Monday; one like any other. And the one thing it will always involve is: school.

Tossing my pillow into the air, I let it drop onto my face, and I groan loudly.

"Why did Monday have to come so soon...?" I mumble. "I just went to school a couple days ago..."

"MISTY!" a voice shouts from downstairs. "Breakfast is ready! If you don't get up now, you won't get any!"

"SHUT UP Daisy!" I shoot back. "I'm already up!"

Rolling out of bed, I scratch my head, and walk over to my wardrobe, then take out my school uniform. After buttoning up my beige dress shirt, I tie the thin, silk, red ribbon into a bow around my neck, and flatten the collar over it.

"Misty!?" Daisy calls again.

"Coming, coming!" I exclaim, jumping into my gray-ish blue pleated skirt. Slipping on my brown clogs, I snatch my school briefcase off the floor and fly down the stairs.

"Jeez, you're going to be late," Daisy mutters.

"No, you're going to be late," I say. "You have a date again, right?" Daisy turns red. Lily and Violet start laughing.

"Well, it's better than not having a boyfriend at all!" Daisy snaps, and the two sisters stop. I suddenly feel a heavy weight on my shoulders.

A boyfriend...I sigh, and start digging into my omelet. The image of a certain raven haired boy flashes through my mind, and I shake my head vigorously.

No, no, no. I chide myself. Don't think about it. I down my chocolate Moomoo Milk and slam the glass onto the table.

"Bye!" my sisters call simultaneously.

"See ya!" I reply over my shoulder. The bus is just about to leave when I leap through the doors.

"Cutting is close, aren't you?" someone says. I look up and see Gary smirking.

"Oh shut it, Oak." He just laughs.

"Well, at least you're always the last stop, or you'd have to run to school," he says, as I slide into the seat opposite of him.

"You wanna bet?" I ask, crossing my arms. Gary is about to speak when May leans over the top of her seat and pokes him.

"Hey May..." Gary grumbles as she continues to push his head back and forth.

"Where is Drew?" May asks him. "I wanna see him, and you guys are always talking, so tell me where he is!" I roll my eyes, and lean against the window. Could May be any more obvious? I'm surprised Drew hasn't found out...unless he's just pretending he doesn't know. I sigh, and tune out May's pestering until we get to school...

May is the girl everyone talks to, and tends to jump from crowd to crowd at school. I don't understand how she can fit in everywhere. And Gary...I don't even want to comment on him. He's such a flirt.

"Off the bus!" the bus driver calls, frowning in front of him as if he'd eaten a lemon. I grumble and collect my stuff, almost tripping over someone's bag. I shoot them a glare, and skulk off.

"Someone's in a mood," May points out, grinning slightly.

"Shut up," I groan. "Things just aren't going well for me, okay?"

"Is Misty being a grump again?" someone asks, making me turn around angrily. Dawn stands there, wearing her hat and a smile.

Dawn has been a good friend of mine since elementary school. She's always been the person who makes me feel better. Her happy attitude and an optimistic view on life could make even the grumpiest person feel warmer around her. The only thing that baffles me is how she manages to look pretty, in the pinkest of skirts, or the girliest tops. I'm surprised she hasn't been insulted by her girly looks.

"She is," a quiet voice agrees.

Leaf Green is also a very close friend of mine, though I confide with her more than the others. She's the smartest girl in our school, as far as I know, and is a total perfectionist. She strives to be the best, but that usually doesn't leave her with time for a social life. Leaf was bullied when she was younger, so she has low self esteem, but she ignores any digs she gets.

Besides, I always hurt those who hurt people close to me. This is why my mallet comes in handy.

"I'm fine," I mumble, waving them off.

"Yeah, she's fine! Now Leafy, I don't think you're only fine. You're hot," Gary compliments, coming from behind us.

"Screw you. Go away." Leaf glares, not amused.

"C'mon! You know you want me..." he trails off with a dazzling smile.

I decide that she's in need, so I poke Gary hard on the forehead, startling him, making him stumble back. Unfortunately for him, he fell on the meanest, of grumpiest of teenagers I know. Paul Shinji.

"Get off me," he says with a threatening look. Gary mutters an apology, and tries to escape while looking like a Magikarp, then bumps into someone who May loves and hates. Drew Hayden.

"Sorry, dude!" Gary winces.

"It's okay. I'm not going to pull a hissy fit like Paul does," Drew jokes, winking.

"You're waking on thin ice," Paul drawls. "Thinice."

"Stop being so mean, Paulie!" Dawn exclaims, her joyful aura making me feel slightly better.

Dawn may be able to make people look on the bright side of life, but not Paul. He emits these emo waves of depression that crush her happiness, and everyone else in a mile radius. It's almost as if he's immune to smiling. I've never seen him laugh, either, except for the occasional malicious laugh he does, which gives everyone the chills.

"Don't call me that, Troublesome."

"It's Dawn! D-A-W-N! It's not very hard to spell it!" Dawn pouts.

"I'm surprised you even know how to spell it yourself." I frown at his snide comment, deciding to leave the banter that I have to witness everyday and turn on my heel before walking away. I hear shouts behind me, but I ignore them.

I walk through the hallways to the pool, my footsteps feeling lighter the closer I get. I've always loved to swim, and apparently my parents did too before they died. At least, that's what people have told me. The water makes me feel like I'm floating. Weightless. Like I'm the one in control. I don't have to worry about exams I have the next day, or if I should start on my History assignment.

When I get to the side of the pool, I kick my clogs off, and dip my feet into the water. No one is there, and I'm grateful for that.

"What are you doing there, Mist?" a voice calls; it's one I recognize, and makes my heart skip a beat.

Ash Ketchum is my best friend. I've known him since we were very young. I've had a crush on him for the past year now, since he's always been nice to me. Though he's kinda dense, so he doesn't receive my hints. He hasn't received anyone's hints as far as I know. All my life he's been at the bottom of class, too caught up in his own world to care. There's never a dull moment when he's around, and when I'm by his side, I feel good about myself.

I'm tired of this, though. I'm tired of doing everything I can to make him notice me, just to have him act oblivious.

It's exasperating.

"I'm trying to relax," I explain, sloshing the water around my legs, the coolness pulling my stress away.

"Can I help?" he asks brightly. I sigh, a grin on my face. I must be patient...

"Sure." Ash bounds after me, almost slipping on the wet floor. He jumps down into a sitting position, crossing his legs, letting his hand trail in the water.

"You seem... Sad." I was surprised to even hear him deduct my emotions; it takes me a moment to respond.

I sigh. "I'm not sad! Just tired."

"I'm tired, too! Pikachu was watching me play that game 'World Busters' and wouldn't let me go to sleep!" he complains.

I groan mentally. Almost every conversation we have is about his Pokemon, Pikachu. He will only ever talk about his electric type buddy.

"Hmm." I stand up, shaking the water off my feet, before taking a small towel out of my bag. After drying them, I pull my clogs on and stuff my hands into my blazer pockets. I walk away, shaking my head.

"Wait, Mist!"

I turn around, just to have Ash slip on some water, and fall onto me.

I open my eyes to see Ash, lying on top of me, him face-to-face...on my boob. He doesn't notice, and pulls himself up, touchingit in the process.

I growl, and he only realizes what he has done before it was too late.

"YOU PERV!" I shout, pulling my mallet out and whacking him on the head.

"I'm sorry!" he cries, anime tears pouring out of his eyes. "If I say that they're very squishy, will that make the situation better?" He stares at my venomous look. "Guess not..."

"Run." I grit my teeth, fingering the handle of my mallet. "Runif you want to keep your life."

"Sorry, Mist!" he apologizes before sprinting away.

I sigh in relief, and look down. My arms feel tingly, from where my hand brushed his when I hit him with my mallet. Even if he's a dense, food loving perv, I'll still like him.

Suddenly, a burst of light flies through the pool area, knocking me off my feet. Everything turns black, my sight failing me for a few moments. I moan, my head hurting before craning my neck up.

In front of me, is a purple hole? IN THE AIR! JUST FLOATING THERE!

I scrabble up, before slowly making my way to it. It looks...like a transporter of some kind. Like, if I was going to go into it, I would come out the other side in a completely different place. A portal of some kind.

Swiveling my head from side to side, checking to see if no one is around, I bend down to face it, my nose almost touching it. This thing is CRAZY! Never in my life have I ever seen such a thing. I try and not go into a panic attack, by taking deep breaths.

"This is mental," I tell myself, nodding. "This is probably just a dream."

Why would there be a portal, in my school, in front of me?! Me: Misty Waterflower!

All of a sudden, my noise starts to itch. I turn away from the portal, clench my eyes, bending down slightly, then-

"ACHOO!"

My sneeze projects me backwards, letting me fall into the...portal thingy...

"AAAGH!" I scream, as I fall through the portal, the waves of light flashing around me. That's when I realize that I'm floating, as if I were swimming. My limbs feel numb, like they had been switched with pieces of wood.

The last thing I remember, is feeling completely hopeless, before I let the drowsiness take over me.

Well, both Misty and I wrote that chapter. She wrote up to the line break, and I wrote after that. Remember to read her stories, and tell us what you think! Was it good? Or bad...? Any suggestions or criticism (we don't accept flames, though!)?

Please: review, review and review! ^.^