Chapter 2
"Consider yourselves lucky." Barbara agitatedly came over to their table, looking at Brock who was preparing to pay for the bill. "Your breakfast was on the house."
"Wow. Uh, thanks." Brock said, offering a smile.
"Don't thank me." She said, folding her arms. "It was Queen Lucy's idea." She watched as the tall woman approached the table, a devious smile etched on her face as she slipped Brock the bill.
"Consider it as compensation…" Lucy voiced softly.
Brock looked puzzled as he opened up the bill, which came out to be a grand total of zero, and saw that a phone number was scrawled across the top with a heart at the end. "You…want me to call you?"
For a moment, Lucy looked over at Misty who seemed to be seething silently. Not that she cared or anything. "Maybe we could get together sometime? Dinner, maybe…"
"I'd love that!" Brock exclaimed. "I'd really, really enjoy that…"
"You mean…she's not your girlfriend?" Lucy asked in surprise.
"No! Of course she's not. Why would you think that?" He laughed at the thought of it, then once again tried to push that dream from his mind. "How about we go out tonight?"
Misty slammed her fist on the table, causing Ash to jump in surprise beside her. "Brock! Don't we have to leave for the next city today?"
"Uh, well…actually it's almost a day's walk from here and since it's almost noon, we might as well just spend the day here again and leave in the morning." He smiled, sometimes being the leader of the group had it's advantages.
His explanation did little to curb Misty's annoyance. "Ugh, C'mon Ash, I guess we better go back to the Pokemon center."
"Nonsense!" Lucy spoke up with a smile. "You three can have a free night's stay at my Inn just down the street. It's a two bedroom suite and even has it's own Pokemon spa on the bottom floor so your Pokemon can get special treatment, too."
Misty's face lit up. "A suite? Oh wow, that sounds nice!"
"Here are your passes." She said, handing the three passes to Brock. "And, Brock, when would you like to meet for dinner?"
"Say around, 7?" He asked with a wink.
"Seven's perfect." She agreed with a smile and Misty's good mood was short-lived.
"Wow, this place is beautiful." Misty commented as the three of them strolled into the lavishly decorated suite.
Lucy directed them further inside. "Misty, you'll take the room just down the hall and Brock and Ash, you'll take the room right over here."
Misty stepped into the large room and immediately took notice of the walk in closet located just behind the door. The space was huge and she wondered who could possibly have enough clothes to fill up the entire space.
The bed was big enough for three people and the dresser that was off to the side of it seemed to be fit for a queen. Lucy must have really been a queen if she owned this place. Curiously, Misty stepped into the bathroom that was adjacent to the bedroom.
A deep, dark blue Jacuzzi was off to the corner and a large, marble sink was located next to a very expensive looking toilet. "Isn't this pretty, Togepi?" She asked.
"Togeplliii!" It replied happily.
As beautiful as the room was, she still couldn't seem to get the fact out of her mind that Brock was still out there with Lucy. Misty hated the fact that she was so jealous, it was a flaw that she really needed to work on, but she couldn't control it when it came to him.
She also hated herself for the fact that she was cowardly and so afraid of rejection that she even let Brock stay on Valencia Island with Professor Ivy for an entire eight months before he surprisingly showed up back in pallet town.
Setting Togepi down on the bed, she exited the room to find that Lucy and Brock were standing in the long corridor, very close together. She twitched. Too close together.
"I can't wait for our date tonight…" Brock said, moving even closer to the dark-headed woman. Lucy peered back at him through passion-filled eyes and a smile crept across her face.
"If I didn't have to go back to the café, we could go now." She said, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I'd love to spend the whole day with a gorgeous man like you."
Misty felt her entire body go numb as she silently stood there and watched him push a lock of hair behind her ear and brush his fingertips across her skin. She swallowed the lump in her throat and blinked back tears.
Life was so unfair. Lucy was beautiful and rich. Worse than that, she was actually interested in Brock and unlike Tomocu, Brock showed interest in her back. This was exactly what she had been afraid of all these years.
Brock might actually find someone who returns his feelings, and then where would that leave her?
"Do you mind if I kiss you?" Brock studied her face, quietly. The woman shook her head and pushed her back against the wall, pulling him along with her.
"Not at all." She said, seductively.
He moved closer, his lips just mere inches from kissing Lucy. Misty tried to find her voice, but it seemed to be frozen, so she did the only thing she knew how to do. Brock didn't even seem to notice she had been standing there for the past two minutes.
"Ow!" Brock yelped when he felt the familiar pain. "Misty, jeez, what are you doing?"
"I…I…I don't know." She said, instantly letting go and standing there in disbelief. What came over her?
Lucy sighed and gathered her purse from the floor. "I better get back to the diner before Barbara and Scott burn the place down or drive all my customers away. I'll see you tonight at seven." She gave Misty a hard look of disdain and Misty returned it.
"Right. Bye Lucy." Brock said, still wincing in pain and clutching onto his ear. Misty heard the front door slam shut and she jumped at the loud sound.
Clearly agitated, Brock silently made his way into his room and slammed the door with the same sickening, angry sound that Lucy had made. Misty felt like an idiot, but what was she supposed to do?
Stand there and watch Brock kiss her? Yes, that's exactly what she should have done. Maybe if it wasn't for her tugging him along by his ear constantly, he could actually find someone to make him happy. Misty knew it was never going to happen between them, but she just couldn't accept it. It was a tough pill to swallow, but sooner or later, she had to do it.
Misty sat in the quiet living room, Brock had been locked up all day in the other bedroom and she had moped miserably around her own, dreading when seven o'clock came. She wasn't looking forward to her miserable night with Ash.
The bedroom door opened and Misty's heart jumped. Ash emerged, a very happy-looking Pikachu was perched on his shoulder. "Yo, Mist, I'm taking the Pokemon down to the spa for a couple hours. Want to come?"
Normally, she would have jumped at the chance to go, but today she really just didn't feel like it. "No, I think I'll just…stay here, maybe watch some TV."
Ash quirked an eyebrow. "You sure? You've been cooped in this room all afternoon. Maybe we can ask Brock to let us borrow some money for ice cream…"
Misty's face fell at the mention of Brock and her brow furrowed. "Ash, really, I'm fine."
The Pallet town native looked over at Pikachu and shrugged. "Must be that time of the month." He sighed. "Well, alright. If you change your mind give me a call."
Misty didn't move until the front door shut, indicating that Ash had left the building. Now what? She was stuck in this room until seven o'clock with Brock who hadn't shown his face in almost three hours.
She flipped through the television. There was nothing on but infomercials, old music videos and badly animated cartoons. Sighing, she flipped it off and wondered why she refused Ash's offer to join him on his trip to the Pokemon spa.
The familiar squeak of the door opened and Misty felt her chest tighten. Brock walked out, still wet from a shower and once again only half-dressed.
"I…I thought you went with Ash." He said, surprised to see that she was there.
"No, I'm…I'm not feeling well." She lied, mostly. She felt fine except for the fact Brock had a date.
"You alright?" He asked, drying his face with a towel before slinging it over the back of the one of the kitchen chairs. "You didn't tell me you were sick…"
"I'm not. I just said I wasn't feeling well."
"Alright." He rested his chin on his hands and they both sat in an awkward silence for what seemed to be forever for Misty. The air seemed thick with tension and both of them wanted to discuss something.
Finally, she was the one to break the silence. "Brock?"
"Hm?" He asked lazily, looking towards her. His eyes conveyed no anger, but Misty knew him well enough to know that he always didn't let things show.
"I'm…sorry about earlier." Misty clasped her hands together, intertwining her own fingers and realizing just how sweaty her palms were.
Burying his face in his palms, the older boy sighed. "Misty, why do you do that? Why do you always drag me away?"
She looked over at him, his face was serious and his eyes full of question. She blinked a few times before answering. "I don't know, Brock. I really don't know…"
"I mean…" He stood up, raking one hand through his wet, spiky black hair. "why don't you want me to find a woman I can be happy with? Why is it that you always have to prevent me from doing that?"
Misty's face coloured, she needed a change of subject fast or he might start to figure it out. "That isn't true, Brock! I tried to get you with Tomocu, but you were the one who wasn't into her!"
She still didn't know why she pushed him to be with Tomocu. Perhaps it was because she knew he wasn't in to her and she was trying to disguise her crush even further. If she tried to play matchmaker between the two, he wouldn't grow suspicious, and since she knew he didn't really like her back there was no chance of him leaving the group again to stay with another woman.
"Alright, Misty, that was one time!" He leaned against the wall, folded his arms and stared at her. "How about the other ninety-nine million times you pulled me away from women, huh?"
Misty watched him, pacing back and forth in the large living room. He was really starting to piss her off and she couldn't recall a time when she had had an argument with Brock.
"And today…Oh today takes the cake!" His voice was raised slightly and he had lost any tone of friendliness in his voice. "Misty, do you know how long it's been since I got a kiss from a girl?"
She was quiet, suddenly becoming timid. For the first time since she had known him, she could finally see just how powerful and stern he could be. He seemed cold and angry with her and instead of slapping him like she would normally do with Ash, she actually almost felt like crying.
"Huh? Do you?" He asked louder when she gave him no reply. Misty slowly shook her head.
Brock leaned on the coffee table and stared her straight in the face. "The last woman I kissed was Professor Ivy and that was almost a fucking year ago! Damn it, Misty! You just don't want me to get laid do you?"
"Is that all you think about, Brock?" Misty asked, finding the courage to stand up. "Is sex the only thing that is on your mind, morning, noon and night?" She was clearly a good few inches shorter than he was, but she stood on her tip toes and tried to be as intimidating as she could be.
"I'm a twenty-year old man, Misty! What do you think is on my mind 99.9% of the time? I'll tell you one thing, I'm not Ash and it isn't Pokemon." He immediately thought back to the dream he had earlier that morning. They were both quiet for a moment. He realized how innocent she was as she stared up at him, her eyes were beautiful, her hair was long and slightly mussed.
What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he looking at her like this?
"You're nothing but a pervert, you know that?" She huffed, then looked away, her arms folded over her chest. She found it odd that Brock was being so silent, normally he would have said something by now.
Then, Misty felt his hands on her waist as he twisted her around to face him. He stared down into her eyes and she half-expected him to yell or say something cruel, but instead her lowered his face to hers.
"Misty…" His voice was low, husky and full of something Misty didn't recognize at all.
"W-what?" Her voice was shaky. The sensation of his large, strong hands gripping her hips like that was enough to drive her insane.
"Shut up." He captured her lips in a soft, sensual kiss.
Misty froze, her body becoming rigid and stiff, then she slowly melted into him as he pulled her closer, his hands seemed to be everywhere on her body. They moved from her hips and explored the dip of her waist and the curves of her breast.
He could see now she wasn't twelve years old anymore and he needed to take note of that.
A small sound escaped the back of her throat as his wonderfully avid tongue explored her mouth. It was a strange, welcome feeling and it made her heart do back flips. Her hands splayed out over his tight chest, and she fell in love with the smoothness of his dark, tanned skin. His masculine scent of sandalwood and body wash filled her and the smooth, delicious taste of his mouth made her want more.
He kissed her deeper, letting out a groan of self-control that made something settle between her thighs. She was exciting him, she was actually turning him on.
Was this just another dream? Had she really fallen asleep on the couch and dreamt all this up? She wasn't sure, all she knew was that she didn't want it to end. It all felt so real and this foreign feeling she felt throughout her body was all to pleasurable and she didn't want him to stop what he was doing to her.
Unfortunately for her, he did.
Brock pulled away from her, they both gawked at each other in utter disbelief. "Oh my god, Misty…" He sighed, breathlessly. "I…I'm sorry…"
"Brock…" She was still shaking and she could tell his eyes were focused on her chest as she inhaled and exhaled, trying her best to calm her racing heart. She could see that she had clearly gotten to him and he quickly turned around, embarrassed by his arousal.
"I'm sorry, that shouldn't have happened." He hurried to his room and slammed the door, leaving a very stunned Misty in the living room, pressed against the wall. Her lips still tingled, still red and swollen from his, and her mouth still tasted him. Her legs felt like water and she thought for a second she might even be having a heart attack.
Then, his words hit her. 'That shouldn't have happened.'
Misty bit her lip and tried to keep the tears from coming. Did he really mean it? Did he really only kiss her just to shut her up? Was all the passion and enthusiasm she had felt from him all an act just so she would shut up?
She felt a large salty tear escape and run fluidly down her cheek. She wiped it away before she raced off into her bedroom. She needed to talk to someone and she knew just who to call.
Ash Ketchum walked back into the room and instantly felt that something was off. It was quiet, too quiet.
"Misty, Brock?" He asked, setting down his backpack in one of the kitchen chairs.
"In here." Brock's voice sounded from the bedroom and Ash opened the door to see that Brock was dressed in his fancier clothes. A polo t-shirt and jeans and the room smelled of expensive cologne.
Ash grinned as he ventured further into the room. "Damn, Brock, you must really like this girl."
Folding down his collar he looked at Ash through the reflection in the mirror. "Why wouldn't I? She's beautiful, funny and smart."
The younger boy smiled and sat down on his unmade bed. "Where's Misty? Is she here?"
Brock hesitated for a second before answering. "She's…in her room. I-I don't think she's feeling very well." He stammered, clearing his throat before straightening his clothes once more. He wanted to steer the conversation clear of Misty. "How do I look?"
"Great. Where are you guys going?"
"We're going to this really nice restaurant about a block from here, then we'll see how things go from there…" He said with a wink towards his friend.
"You mean…you might not be coming back here tonight?" Ash questioned, holding back the urge to laugh.
"If things go well, I'll come back in a hell of a lot better mood." He said, grabbing the room key from the dresser and dropping it in his pocket. "See ya."
Ash watched him leave. "Hey, wait. What are Misty and I supposed to do for dinner?"
Brock grinned and gestured towards the stove. "I thought ahead and already cooked dinner. There is soup I left in the oven to keep warm until you two decided you were hungry."
"Thanks, Brock! You're awesome!" He complimented as he looked inside the oven at the large pot of soup.
"Call me if you need me." And with that he was gone, leaving the young boy seemingly alone in the apartment. He looked towards Misty's bedroom door. He thought twice about bugging her, if she wasn't feeling well she probably wasn't in a very good mood.
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