Chapter 9
It felt strange coming to a party like this without a date. Usually, Misty was always with Ash or at least a close male friend that she had no sexual attraction towards. Most of her homecoming and prom dates were Lilly's friends that she begged or even sometimes paid to take her little sister to the school dance so she could at least look like she had a life.
Now, she was tagging along with Brock and Lucy who entered Capricorn's doors, hand-in-hand. She felt a strange sense of jealousy. One she didn't even feel when she saw Tracy and Ash together just hours before.
Lucy dragged him straight to the bar and of course, Misty followed.
"One Appletini please!" Lucy ordered up, holding out her hand expectantly to Brock. He handed her twenty bucks.
"I'm not paying anymore than twenty dollars worth of drinks for you. If you want more you'll have to get them from someone else." Brock leaned against the bar and declined a beer the bartender offered him.
Lucy took a sip of her lime green martini and stirred it with the skewed olives. "You're such a party pooper." She grinned and rolled her eyes at Misty.
"Do you want anything?" Brock asked, swiveling on his barstool to face Misty.
"Yea!" Lucy took another long sip and smiled. "Nothing says 'I'm grieving over my failed marriage' like an appletini! Try one!"
Sighing, Brock shook his head. "Ignore her."
"No. I'm alright." She said, shifting her weight uncomfortably. "I just kind of want to sit here."
Lucy stood up and stuffed the change from the twenty dollar bill into her clutch purse. "Well, you have fun. I'm going to go cheer up Lilly. Oh, Barbara and Scott are coming! Brock, you owe me a dance later."
"Yea. Sure." He waved her off and turned his attention back to Misty.
"She invited her sister and her husband, too?"
"Yea. I can't stand Barbara. She hates me for no reason." He leaned forward and put his hand on her leg, which was exposed by the short pale pink dress she had picked out earlier that day. The one she was planning on wearing as Ash's date.
"Why?"
"Barbara doesn't trust me. She thinks I'm going to cheat on Lucy." Brock peered up at her as the fluorescent light from the bar danced off her hair. She looked back at him a bit uneasy, but curiosity filled her eyes. "Maybe she has right to be concerned." He brought her hand up to his mouth and placed an erotic kiss on the back of it.
Misty blushed and looked away. "You wouldn't do that."
"Hell if I wouldn't. I kind of already did." His hands traveled inexorably up her dress and she felt so sinful for enjoying it. "Do you remember?"
Misty bit her lower lip and crossed her legs, keeping him from going further. She nodded and smiled. How could she forget something like that? "Of course I remember…" Her voice was almost a growl as she stared at him in the smoky, neon-lit atmosphere. She wanted to do so many things with him.
More than what they had already done. And she knew he wanted it to.
He peered back at Lucy who was dancing with her brother-in-law in a rather provocative way. Any other guy he would have probably punched him in the face, but he knew Scott, and he knew Barbara wouldn't stand for him touching her older sister in any kind of way deemed inappropriate.
"Would you care to dance?" Brock invited her and for a moment she hadn't even realized he was talking to her.
She hesitated and looked at his offered hand. "I'd love to." She said and he helped her off the barstool. Awkwardly enough, the fast paced music switched to a slow song and she wondered how Lilly would react to that.
She spotted her older sister and knew it was evident she was already over Todd Snap. She was slow dancing and kissing a very attractive dark-haired man and Misty smiled. It didn't take her sister's long to move on from one guy to another, but she was different.
It would take her a while to get over Ash Ketchum and move on. It would take her a while to accept the fact Brock was married to one of her very good friends. She was falling love with him, she could already tell. The way he held her, the way he gazed down at her while he held her close to him. He was making her fall for him.
Misty wrapped her arms around his neck and looked up at him. "Brock?"
"Hm?" He asked lazily as he laced his fingers with hers. It felt so good to be with him like this.
"Do you love Lucy?" It was a strange question to ask, but then again her whole day had been strange.
"Of course I love her." Brock responded, brushing her cheek with his hand. "I mean, I care about her of course. But, I'm not in love with her."
"What's the difference?" Misty asked him, looking at the way he held her hand. His thumb made small circles in her palm and even though the music had gone back to some fast techno beat, he was just holding her close to him, gently swaying her back and forth.
The blue neon lights from the DJ booth reflected off his face, but other than that she couldn't see him. It was too dark and before she knew it he was kissing her again for the second time that day and she started to melt in his grasp.
He pulled her hand and laid it flat against his chest and pulled away from her. "Feel that?"
Misty could feel his heart beat. Rapid and pounding wildly in his chest, it was even beating faster than her own. She nodded.
"That's the difference. I love Lucy, but you…" He ran his fingers through her hair and cupped her face with his hands. "you make me feel things I have never felt before. You excite me in a way I can't really explain."
What was he saying? That she was just kind of some cheap, sexual thrill? That figures. It was just like Brock to say something like that. "So, you're attraction to me is just…sexual…" She hated herself for blushing at the word.
"No, I'm not saying that." He leaned down so that he was eye level with her. "In fact, I'm saying the opposite."
Her gaze shot to him and he straightened his posture. "I'm saying I want more than what we had at the park that night. A lot more." He kissed her again and she wondered if they were hidden in the shadows enough not to get caught.
Her back slammed against the wall and her arms wrapped around his neck instinctively. His hands were underneath her short dress again and this time she wasn't going to stop him.
However, someone else did…
"Harrison, what the hell are you doing?" It was Barbara's voice, the accusatory tone told them both she already knew exactly what he was doing. He pulled away from Misty and looked back at the blond-haired girl who was smirking at the two of them. "Well, well, wait until Lucy gets a load of this."
"You're not going to tell Lucy anything." Brock called her bluff and she folded her arms.
Barbara looked over his shoulder at Misty who was still pressed against the wall, looking frightened. "Wow, Brock. You really don't have standards do you? Isn't this your little friend from high school?"
"This is none of your business Barbara…" He stood in front of Misty so that his sister-in-law couldn't intimidate her anymore. "Why the fuck did you come looking for me?"
"Well, you're wife is getting wasted while your over here sucking face with her." She pointed to her and then smiled. "Oh and Ash Ketchum's looking for you. Says he needs to talk to you. Probably something about you trying to nail his wife."
Brock rolled his eyes. "Ash is here?"
"Uh duh…you're making out with his newlywed bride. Of course he's here!" She sighed and held up her hand. "You better be lucky I'm not a total bitch. Or I'd tell Lucy. But she can handle assholes like you on her own."
Barbara walked away, swaying her hips in a seductive motion and Brock turned back to Misty who seemed very uneasy. "Ash is here?"
"You go find your sisters or something alright? I'm going to find Ash and see what he wants. I have to confront him anyway."
"About today?"
"Yes, about today. He's not going to get away with what he did to you." Before she could stop him, he was gone.
Ash was standing against the wall and he seemed to grow tense as Brock approached him. "Brock…"
"Why the fuck would you hurt Misty like that? And who the fuck invited you?"
"I can explain. Ok? I promise…and Misty's sisters invited me." Ash stuffed his hands in his pockets. Brock was angry or frustrated or something because he never cursed like that unless he was mad.
"Explain…" Brock folded his arms and Ash looked away, towards the DJ booth, the people on the dance floor, and then back up at Brock.
"Well, I was at the mall today and I saw Tracy…" He scraped his toe across the floor and looked down. "I told him to go away. I'm married to a woman I love very much, but he just wouldn't. I decided to leave and he must have followed me home…" He paused and he wondered if Brock could tell he was lying.
"And? What? You bent over and he tripped and fell?"
"No!" Ash denied angrily. "I told you we had this experimentation thing back in college. It was just remnants from…that. I'm straight, Brock! And I love Misty. That's why I wanted to talk to you."
"What am I supposed to do about it?" Brock leaned against the wall nonchalantly, leisurely scanning the crowds of people for Misty. He couldn't see her, but of course he wasn't expecting to.
"Talk to her!" Ash insisted. "She listens to you. She trusts you. Tell her I'm straight and that I love her. I'll even make love to her if that's what she wants."
Taking a deep breath, he tried to ignore that last idea. Somehow, Brock had gotten the idea in his head that no one was going to touch Misty except him, even though it was wrong to think that way.
"Listen, Ash, I've been trying to talk to Misty all day long. She won't listen to me either. Women are very steadfast creatures. You have to give them time." Brock spotted her at the bar talking to a rather short man with shiny brown hair and a devilish smile. Jealousy hit him like a ton of bricks.
He didn't draw Ash's attention to it.
"Do you think she'll ever come back to me?" Ash asked.
"Hard to say." Brock responded, distantly. "Listen, I'll talk to her, but I don't think you and Misty are going to work out."
Ash's eyes widened. "Why not?"
"You're lying to yourself. Your not into women. If you were, this wouldn't have happened." Brock told him. "Look, dudes don't fuck other dudes because their bored. There has to be an attraction there."
"Well, what if I'm attracted to both sexes?" Ash's frantic question seemed like a whisper to him as Brock focused all his attention on Misty and the mystery man.
"You're not." He replied, shaking his head, realizing he had no reason to be jealous. "Let Misty move on and be happy."
"You really think that I'm…I'm g-g-" He stammered and almost gagged on the word. It wasn't easy for him to say it out loud.
"Gay?" Brock finished for him. "Yes, Ash. I believe your gay and how the hell are you supposed to admit that to Misty if you can't even admit it to yourself?" He walked away from him and disappeared into the crowd of people.
Then, he turned around and almost fainted. Tracy Sketchit sat at a small table with a young, attractive, handsome guy, both of them sipping cosmopolitans. "What the hell are you doing here?" He asked, tearing Tracy's attention away from the other man.
"Oh, Ash, I wasn't sure if you'd make it." Tracy said, standing up and taking a sip of his cosmopolitan. "Excuse me, Chet."
"Chet? Isn't that my dad's…boyfriend?" Ash looked back in disbelief and he was relieved his mother wasn't there.
"They're on the fritz." Tracy informed him with a smile.
"Oh…" He folded his arms and looked away. "So I suppose this afternoon met nothing to you? Just one of your promiscuous flings?"
"'course not. It meant the world to me, Ash." Tracy finished off his drink and put it down on a nearby table. "I love you…"
"Your delusional! I'm not even gay!"
"Stop lying!" Tracy demanded him.
"You sound like Brock!" Ash said it as if it were an insult and he tore himself away from Tracy. "I have to go find my wife. Who I'm going to get back and when I do I'm going to be the best man she's ever known."
Tracy watched him and then sat back down at the table with Chet Wilkins who ordered up another round of drinks for the two of them.
Chet smiled and leaned back. "He's just like Spencer. Doing anything he can to deny who he truly is. He'll come around, Trace. Just like is father did." He toasted him.
"Let's hope so."
"Excuse me…" Brock's deep, demanding voice caused the dark-haired man to cower a bit and he stood up from the barstool seat next to Misty.
"I'm sorry…if these seat was taken. Are you her husband?" The man asked.
"Brock, this is Rudy. He's Violet's friend from college. Rudy, this is Brock. My friend from high school."
"Junior high actually." Brock offered his hand and Rudy took it. Roughly, he greeted him.
"Oh…" Rudy cleared his throat. "Well, my beautiful lady, if you change your mind about the drink I'll be in the lounge. Later, Gorgeous."
Replacing Rudy's position at the bar, he watched him walk leisurely to the lounge. "He thinks he's so cool. Was he hitting on you?"
"A little, but…I don't care." She took one of his hands and he was surprised by that bold move. "You're back now. What did Ash say?"
Brock looked down at her hand as he held it. She had beautiful hands and he noticed the absence of her wedding ring. "He wants me to talk to you about getting back with him but I know it's useless. You shouldn't go back to him. He's headed down a very bad road of self-denial and you don't need to be caught in the middle of that."
Misty knew he was right. Ash was lying to himself by getting married to her. He would be lying to himself if he did have sex with her. Their entire life together would be a total lie and she didn't deserve that. No woman did. "So what do I do?"
He leaned forward and ran his other hand along her legs again. "You can either go tell Rudy you want that drink…or you can spend the rest of the evening with me."
Authors Note: What do you guys think? =) This story is continued in part two, titled: "Take Me Away From Here". If you wish to continue reading, Enjoy!!!
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