A/N: OMG I'M SO SORRY. D: I failed youuuu. xD Don't worry, though... heres a new chapter for you!! I'll update more, I prmoise!!
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Somewhere during their quiet talks she had fallen asleep. Misty didn't fully realize how tired she actually was. In truth, she didn't even know she was asleep.
Well...most don't know when they're asleep, but most dream. But she didn't dream that night...it was just black, dark...a void. It was probably good that she didn't dream, for if she did...she figured it'd just be flashbacks of that scene she was still trying so hard to forget.
She awoke to the sun filtering in through the childish pink curtains. Slowly blinking cerulean eyes, she recapped the events of the pervious night.

"Ah...Brock."

Gazing around, she was unable to find his lean form, but did spot a small pile of clothes at the foot of the bed. Pulling herself out from underneath the covers, she crawled over to the pile, noticing a note when she finally settled herself down beside them.

Misty:
These are some of my mother's old clothes. Yours are currently in the wash, we can swing by and pick up some more later on if you wish. For now, I hope these are okay.
-Brock.

Giving a soft smile, she stood and locked the door, before returning to the pile of clothes. At the time she was in a nightgown, and from the look of it, was probably one of Brock's mothers as well...
She really hoped it had been one of Brock's sisters who changed her clothing...
Sighing, she slipped it off of her, and picked up the first article of clothing; a shirt. It was plain, a white medium-length tee, with sleeves that ended at her elbows. It had a nice accent, a turquoise stripe across the center. Brock's mother was a water Pokemon trainer, wasn't she? She could see why there'd be blue in her clothing. It reminded one of the water...

Stretching a little, she tested the way it fit her body, and was surprised it fit rather well. It seemed to hug her body in all the right places, and still remain loose enough to be comfortable. Smiling, she slipped on the second article of clothing, a worn pair of shorts. These also felt wonderfully, and made Misty glad she had shaved her legs...
"Wait…why am I worrying about that, anyways?" Buttoning the pair of shorts around her slim waist, the girl spared a glance in the mirror. Her long, red hair trailed half-way down her back, and even though it was tangled, still retained an elegant shape. Running her fingers through most of the tangles, she finally seemed pleased with her appearance.
This, of course, only caused the girl to pause, her thoughts racing once more. "Why am I so concerned about the way I look? I'm with Brock…"

She would have thought over this more, but her stomach gave a growl of protest, telling her to eat. Nodding to herself, Misty quietly exited the room, closing it behind her. The house seemed rather quiet… or…as quiet as Brock's house could be. She still heard Timmy and Bobby arguing over something outside…but other than that, it was fairly calm. The red-head smiled, glad that nothing would worsen her already painful headache. But she was also glad there were others there besides Brock. Younger ears that shouldn't hear of her situation. That spared her from re-telling it, or explaining other details.

"Misty?"

Blinking, the girl turned her head, cerulean eyes focusing on the well-toned man in the apron. She smiled.

Upon seeing this, Brock also smiled, and raised a hand, ushering her in. "C'mon, I've made breakfast for you! Your favorite, even…" He gave a knowing wink, his smile widening when he saw her delighted expression. Breakfast was the way one started off the day…so why not start it off happily?

Quickly, the girl made her way to the kitchen, smiling like a child when she saw the meal he had prepared for her. French Toast, Chocolate-Chip waffles…it was her favorite. The silly man had even made a smiley face on her waffle with powdered sugar. She let out a small giggle, taking a seat.
"Wow, Brock… you really didn't need to go through all this trouble for me…" Misty mumbled, looking up at him sheepishly. She hadn't wanted to cause him any trouble… or any more than she had really caused.

At this the man shook his head, pouring her a glass of milk, and taking a seat opposite of her. "Misty! It's really no problem at all…" He chuckled, placing a few waffles on his plate. "Your habits have rubbed off on me, anyways. I love these things…" Misty giggled again, taking a bite of her waffle. She remembered how much Brock used to hate Chocolate-Chip Waffles. She didn't know why…he was just weird like that. But after she had literally forced one down his throat, he ended up taking quite a liking to them. [Or he just lied so she wouldn't force-feed him any more. But still…she was relieved to know that he wasn't going through too much trouble.

The two ate their meal talking about their old adventures [Carefully leaving Ash out and going over old jokes. Afterward, the two decided to pay a visit to Cerulean, and possibly pick up more clothes. Misty assured Brock she'd be okay, but he felt otherwise.
"Misty…you know how you get when you lock yourself up. Your Sister's haven't really been around, either…I don't want to leave you all alone like this…"
And although she argued… in the end, she couldn't let Brock worry, and agreed.

Luckily, Cerulean wasn't too far away. After making sure all the kids were alright the two headed off, and were able to arrive there fairly quickly. It was mid-afternoon when they finally arrived at the Cerulean City Gym, and Misty let them in with the key she hid under the third flower-pot.

"Here it is…" She mumbled, showing him a rather empty gym. It was a bad season for traveling, and not many people had come by to claim their gym badges. In short, it wasn't the best time for Pokemon Training. It was getting colder every day…

Brock smiled, walking around, and taking in the sights. "This place hasn't changed at all…it's a nice gym. Good to know your Sisters didn't turn this place upside-down in your absence."

Misty blinked, tilting her head slightly at this. Did Brock say something negative about her sisters? He was one of their many fans, gawking over their beautiful bodies. But… it seemed he was actually taking her side for once on the matter. She gave him a smile, and a playful elbow, "What's this…? Brock's not all googily-eyed over my sisters?" It was odd, but she was relieved at this. Relieved Brock wasn't 'in love' with her sisters. She was close…but she couldn't put her finger on why it actually bothered her so much.

To this, Brock smiled, ruffling her hair and giving a small chuckle. "I can't love every girl, can I, Mist?"

And she wasn't sure why, but this also made her feel better. Once again, she smiled.

TBC…