I Hate You!! – Chapter One – Things Change
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or anything to do with them. The characters in this story are owned by somebody else (except for my own new person/people). Plz. Don't sue me, because to my knowledge I haven't done anything wrong!
Note: I'll make it simple for ya: AAMR Rules!!! Always has always will. This fic is actually going outside of my usual boundaries, but what the heck, I liked the idea, so I'm doing something about it. I can't stress reviews enough. Even if you totally hate it, please let me know! I'm going to try to make this fic a nice blend of comedy/seriousness with, of course, romance. Enjoy!
That makes seven. Seven times he's looked at her with that 'look'. I know that look all too well, and I don't really know why, but I don't like it. His name is Chris. That's all, Chris. Misty said they used to be old friends back from childhood, but I don't care. I hate him. Misty still remains hard to figure out, but he's an open book, ripe for the reading. He's head-over-heels for her, and that's that. Why do I care? Maybe it's the fact that only the three of us are on our little 'quest'. Or maybe…I don't know, but I hate him. Misty has always been there. Since my new life started, she's been there, from the first day. So, maybe it's a part of my life being taken? I'm talking like they are together, I really need to calm down. Misty acts like something may develop between them, but like I said, I can't tell. I hate him, and I've not made it a point to hide that.
Anyway, warp to the present. Misty, myself, and that person Chris are sitting around a fire, socializing before we go to bed. It's odd, but Chris always tries to make it a point to get next to her. I've tried to act like it doesn't bother me, but it's tearing me up inside. I don't know why, it just is. So, Misty is sitting on a log that we'd rolled next to the fire, and Chris is sitting by her. I sit across the fire, acting casual, but really plotting that fool's death. Time to sleep. Guess where Chris decided to position his bag? I get on the other side of her, at least being able to do this much. Goodnights are said, and all's quiet. I'm nearly drifted into dreamland, when I hear Misty and Chris whispering. I'm not nosy, but I want to know what they're saying. The nerve of them, actually whispering like they care if I'm asleep or not. For some reason, I just want Misty to roll over and talk to me. Being the conservative person I am, I don't interfere. I instead attempt to block out the whispers and sleep.
Morning finds the three of us, and a new day has dawned. I wake up only to find Misty and Chris already up, eating breakfast. Why am I always one step behind? I'm always the person left out or the third of three to do something. As usual, I act casual and get up. I roll my bag and attach it to my backpack. Sitting down beside Misty this time, I speak, "Good morning, Misty." For Chris there was a cold look of contempt.
"Good morning, Ash," Misty said, "Where should we go today?" That voice, how could I ever ignore, refuse, or reject that voice.
"You've got me." I say, quite literally. If I'm so mad, why don't I just leave? I don't know myself. That bastard! How dare he just walk into my life and take Misty from me? But I've got to be above his level. Misty isn't something to own. She's a person with feelings, and I try to honor that, so I usually leaver her alone. But maybe I do it too much. I don't know.
"Ever tried looking at the map?" Chris said, even through that lighthearted tone, I could see the competitive fire in his words. The nerve.
"Well no, but since you appear to have all of the answers, you look at it." I returned, handing Chris the map. He looked at me for a moment, and I just wanted to spit in his eye, but something held me back…or someone. Chris studied the map, and after a minuet, he said our next destination would be Cinnabar Island. Packing up for the trip, we all left for the harbor. Misty had been unusually silent this morning. I don't know why, but she probably had her reason, so I left her alone. Chris was all over her, talking and flirting. For some reason, I could never think of anything to say. I had plenty of ideas in my head, but I couldn't think. Finally, I decided to hit below the belt, "Hey, Misty. "I interrupted Chris, "Remember the last time we went to Cinnabar? Blaine was a hard one."
"Yeah, I remember, and all of our Pokemon had to pitch in to help the common cause." Misty finally spoke to me. But now that that strategy was over, what next? Pretty soon, Chris and Misty resumed their conversation. I was sure that I could totally annihilate Chris in a fight, but how could I use that for my gain? We stopped at a Pokemon center to rest, and I challenged him.
"Chris, want to arm wrestle?" I had him where I wanted him, under my foot.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm not too good at this, so go easy." That damned fool was trying to get me with the little 'first time' routine. I'd crush him. We placed our arms on the table, and flexed to show-off and prepare. We grasped hands, and shifted them some to get a good position. Then it was on. Misty said go, and our strength was put to the test. He was really pathetic. I was hardly trying and he was about to burst a blood vessel trying to get my arm down. I made a contemptuous yawn, and looked at Misty. She actually seemed to be slightly rooting for Chris. Why do girls like underdogs? I decided to end it, and I slammed my hand down on the table, receiving a pleasantly wet crunch of bones from Chris's hand. "Aagghhhhh!!" Chris screamed as he clutched his hand in agony. I couldn't help but to beam at this, until Misty looked at me.
"What did you do? Ash, you didn't have to hurt him! You could've just won easily!" I don't believe it. All of that, and she still felt sorry for him. But, I was the stronger. I had won, and she didn't care. She only felt sorry for the weakling cradling his broken hand. I didn't know to scream, cry, kill everybody, or kill myself. What did I do to deserve this? Why, God? Why? Luckily for Chris a Nurse Joy was in the building and saw the scene. She rushed over and took Chris in her arms like a baby and cradled his hand too. She took him to get it operated on, and left Misty and me alone. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for, and I didn't know what to say.
"Misty?" I said, weakly, but it was a start.
"What do you want, Ash?" That was it, she'd torn my heart out and practically pitched it into an inferno. For those of you who know what if feels like to have an arrow fly straight through your heart, and tear it out on the way out, and the arrow stick to a tree with your heart on it, nerve endings still attached, and have buzzards peck at it until it's nothing but a few drops of blood, know what I just experienced.
"What's wrong?" I had to try.
"Ash, why do you hate Chris? What has he done to you? Is it because of how he acts around me? If it is, then you might could learn some pointers for how to treat a girl." Repeat abovementioned scenario.
"Misty, all I ever wanted was to…"
"To what Ash?"
"To…make you happy."
"Ash, thanks for the concern, but you've got a lot to learn if you want to make anyone happy." Third time scenario reoccurrence.
"Misty, I don't get what's so special about Chris that I don't have." Why did I still go on?
"Ash, it's not about what you can do, who you can beat or hurt, or how much pain you can inflict. That macho attitude is really immature. Chris sees that, and you obviously don't." That one had me, but I still persisted.
"I can change Misty, I'll prove it. I'll stop whatever it is that makes you hate me." Am I pathetic?
"Ash, I don't hate you, but pleading isn't getting you any good points. We aren't young anymore. It's time to move on with the flow of things and grow up."
"But I don't want to grow up and move on." Can anyone spell hopeless?
"Ash, neither did I, but we have to, and no one can stop time. You have to forget whatever we had or might have had, because we're older and things change."
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Post Note: I'm evil. I know, it's kind of short, but it'll get better and less boring later, I promise! Until then, please review and leave questions or comments in your wake! Keep it real, people!
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or anything to do with them. The characters in this story are owned by somebody else (except for my own new person/people). Plz. Don't sue me, because to my knowledge I haven't done anything wrong!
Note: I'll make it simple for ya: AAMR Rules!!! Always has always will. This fic is actually going outside of my usual boundaries, but what the heck, I liked the idea, so I'm doing something about it. I can't stress reviews enough. Even if you totally hate it, please let me know! I'm going to try to make this fic a nice blend of comedy/seriousness with, of course, romance. Enjoy!
That makes seven. Seven times he's looked at her with that 'look'. I know that look all too well, and I don't really know why, but I don't like it. His name is Chris. That's all, Chris. Misty said they used to be old friends back from childhood, but I don't care. I hate him. Misty still remains hard to figure out, but he's an open book, ripe for the reading. He's head-over-heels for her, and that's that. Why do I care? Maybe it's the fact that only the three of us are on our little 'quest'. Or maybe…I don't know, but I hate him. Misty has always been there. Since my new life started, she's been there, from the first day. So, maybe it's a part of my life being taken? I'm talking like they are together, I really need to calm down. Misty acts like something may develop between them, but like I said, I can't tell. I hate him, and I've not made it a point to hide that.
Anyway, warp to the present. Misty, myself, and that person Chris are sitting around a fire, socializing before we go to bed. It's odd, but Chris always tries to make it a point to get next to her. I've tried to act like it doesn't bother me, but it's tearing me up inside. I don't know why, it just is. So, Misty is sitting on a log that we'd rolled next to the fire, and Chris is sitting by her. I sit across the fire, acting casual, but really plotting that fool's death. Time to sleep. Guess where Chris decided to position his bag? I get on the other side of her, at least being able to do this much. Goodnights are said, and all's quiet. I'm nearly drifted into dreamland, when I hear Misty and Chris whispering. I'm not nosy, but I want to know what they're saying. The nerve of them, actually whispering like they care if I'm asleep or not. For some reason, I just want Misty to roll over and talk to me. Being the conservative person I am, I don't interfere. I instead attempt to block out the whispers and sleep.
Morning finds the three of us, and a new day has dawned. I wake up only to find Misty and Chris already up, eating breakfast. Why am I always one step behind? I'm always the person left out or the third of three to do something. As usual, I act casual and get up. I roll my bag and attach it to my backpack. Sitting down beside Misty this time, I speak, "Good morning, Misty." For Chris there was a cold look of contempt.
"Good morning, Ash," Misty said, "Where should we go today?" That voice, how could I ever ignore, refuse, or reject that voice.
"You've got me." I say, quite literally. If I'm so mad, why don't I just leave? I don't know myself. That bastard! How dare he just walk into my life and take Misty from me? But I've got to be above his level. Misty isn't something to own. She's a person with feelings, and I try to honor that, so I usually leaver her alone. But maybe I do it too much. I don't know.
"Ever tried looking at the map?" Chris said, even through that lighthearted tone, I could see the competitive fire in his words. The nerve.
"Well no, but since you appear to have all of the answers, you look at it." I returned, handing Chris the map. He looked at me for a moment, and I just wanted to spit in his eye, but something held me back…or someone. Chris studied the map, and after a minuet, he said our next destination would be Cinnabar Island. Packing up for the trip, we all left for the harbor. Misty had been unusually silent this morning. I don't know why, but she probably had her reason, so I left her alone. Chris was all over her, talking and flirting. For some reason, I could never think of anything to say. I had plenty of ideas in my head, but I couldn't think. Finally, I decided to hit below the belt, "Hey, Misty. "I interrupted Chris, "Remember the last time we went to Cinnabar? Blaine was a hard one."
"Yeah, I remember, and all of our Pokemon had to pitch in to help the common cause." Misty finally spoke to me. But now that that strategy was over, what next? Pretty soon, Chris and Misty resumed their conversation. I was sure that I could totally annihilate Chris in a fight, but how could I use that for my gain? We stopped at a Pokemon center to rest, and I challenged him.
"Chris, want to arm wrestle?" I had him where I wanted him, under my foot.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm not too good at this, so go easy." That damned fool was trying to get me with the little 'first time' routine. I'd crush him. We placed our arms on the table, and flexed to show-off and prepare. We grasped hands, and shifted them some to get a good position. Then it was on. Misty said go, and our strength was put to the test. He was really pathetic. I was hardly trying and he was about to burst a blood vessel trying to get my arm down. I made a contemptuous yawn, and looked at Misty. She actually seemed to be slightly rooting for Chris. Why do girls like underdogs? I decided to end it, and I slammed my hand down on the table, receiving a pleasantly wet crunch of bones from Chris's hand. "Aagghhhhh!!" Chris screamed as he clutched his hand in agony. I couldn't help but to beam at this, until Misty looked at me.
"What did you do? Ash, you didn't have to hurt him! You could've just won easily!" I don't believe it. All of that, and she still felt sorry for him. But, I was the stronger. I had won, and she didn't care. She only felt sorry for the weakling cradling his broken hand. I didn't know to scream, cry, kill everybody, or kill myself. What did I do to deserve this? Why, God? Why? Luckily for Chris a Nurse Joy was in the building and saw the scene. She rushed over and took Chris in her arms like a baby and cradled his hand too. She took him to get it operated on, and left Misty and me alone. Finally, the moment I've been waiting for, and I didn't know what to say.
"Misty?" I said, weakly, but it was a start.
"What do you want, Ash?" That was it, she'd torn my heart out and practically pitched it into an inferno. For those of you who know what if feels like to have an arrow fly straight through your heart, and tear it out on the way out, and the arrow stick to a tree with your heart on it, nerve endings still attached, and have buzzards peck at it until it's nothing but a few drops of blood, know what I just experienced.
"What's wrong?" I had to try.
"Ash, why do you hate Chris? What has he done to you? Is it because of how he acts around me? If it is, then you might could learn some pointers for how to treat a girl." Repeat abovementioned scenario.
"Misty, all I ever wanted was to…"
"To what Ash?"
"To…make you happy."
"Ash, thanks for the concern, but you've got a lot to learn if you want to make anyone happy." Third time scenario reoccurrence.
"Misty, I don't get what's so special about Chris that I don't have." Why did I still go on?
"Ash, it's not about what you can do, who you can beat or hurt, or how much pain you can inflict. That macho attitude is really immature. Chris sees that, and you obviously don't." That one had me, but I still persisted.
"I can change Misty, I'll prove it. I'll stop whatever it is that makes you hate me." Am I pathetic?
"Ash, I don't hate you, but pleading isn't getting you any good points. We aren't young anymore. It's time to move on with the flow of things and grow up."
"But I don't want to grow up and move on." Can anyone spell hopeless?
"Ash, neither did I, but we have to, and no one can stop time. You have to forget whatever we had or might have had, because we're older and things change."
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Post Note: I'm evil. I know, it's kind of short, but it'll get better and less boring later, I promise! Until then, please review and leave questions or comments in your wake! Keep it real, people!