You know the drill. I don't own Pokemon or anything like that. If I did, it wouldn't be FAN FICTION, would it?
My mind drifted into the breathtakingly clear sky. The clouds that had formed during the day gave way to the hundreds of constellations of stars. I lay in my sleeping bad, watching the clusters in the sky attentively as if they changed by the second. Ash and Misty were in a deep sleep by then. But on a night like that, how could I have slept?
I turned to my left to face Misty. She was facing left also, but that didn't matter so much. I gently, cautiously ran my fingers through her ruffled hair. Even when I couldn't see her face she was beautiful.
I always threw myself to whatever pretty girl walked by. But that was only skin deep. None of the, were truly beautiful. I couldn't find in any one of them what I continuously found in Misty. But I never said a word to her; I was too embarrassed. I was rejected by everyone else, so why would she have seen me any differently than they did? Sometimes I would go after a girl simply because I thought Misty might catch on if I didn't. I never honestly knew what she would do if she found out, but I knew what she wouldn't do. Anyone could plainly see that she liked Ash. But did she live him? Did she go through the same emotions for him that I had done for her? Did she stay awake until the creeping hours of the morning and try to persuade herself to give it up because she knew she had no chance with him anyway?
But I didn't want to give it up. I wanted to love her and try to make her understand that. I wanted to keep hoping that someday she would realize that she had loved me, too. And if she stayed up endless nights with her mind set on one person, I wanted to believe that person was me.
My mind drifted into the breathtakingly clear sky. The clouds that had formed during the day gave way to the hundreds of constellations of stars. I lay in my sleeping bad, watching the clusters in the sky attentively as if they changed by the second. Ash and Misty were in a deep sleep by then. But on a night like that, how could I have slept?
I turned to my left to face Misty. She was facing left also, but that didn't matter so much. I gently, cautiously ran my fingers through her ruffled hair. Even when I couldn't see her face she was beautiful.
I always threw myself to whatever pretty girl walked by. But that was only skin deep. None of the, were truly beautiful. I couldn't find in any one of them what I continuously found in Misty. But I never said a word to her; I was too embarrassed. I was rejected by everyone else, so why would she have seen me any differently than they did? Sometimes I would go after a girl simply because I thought Misty might catch on if I didn't. I never honestly knew what she would do if she found out, but I knew what she wouldn't do. Anyone could plainly see that she liked Ash. But did she live him? Did she go through the same emotions for him that I had done for her? Did she stay awake until the creeping hours of the morning and try to persuade herself to give it up because she knew she had no chance with him anyway?
But I didn't want to give it up. I wanted to love her and try to make her understand that. I wanted to keep hoping that someday she would realize that she had loved me, too. And if she stayed up endless nights with her mind set on one person, I wanted to believe that person was me.