Chapter 3
Misty awoke to the sound of the television humming through the wall. She wasn't sure how long she had been asleep for, but the room was almost pitch black as the last remaining moments of sunlight faded.
She must have cried herself to sleep because she didn't remember actually falling asleep. She just remembered throwing herself on the bed and sobbing into her pillow, replaying Brock's words over and over in her head.
Then, she remembered. Brock's date. She sat up quickly, ignoring the dizziness that washed over her and stared at the glaring red letters of her bedside clock. Seven twenty-four. Brock had been on his date for almost a half an hour now and she hated herself for obsessing over it.
Sighing miserably, she laid back next to Togepi who was still enjoying its nap. Her hand closed over her cell phone and she remembered she was planning on calling one of her sisters before she had fallen asleep.
Misty flipped open the phone and winced at the bright light in the darkness as she searched for her home phone number. After several long rings, she heard Lilly's voice come over the speaker.
"Hello? Cerulean City Gym, like, this is Lilly speaking."
"Lil? It's me…" Misty said, trying to hold back the urge to cry. "I need to talk to you."
"Misty? Oh, hey girl. What's wrong?" The older girl asked, lounging back in a chair. "You sound like your about to cry."
"I am…" She said, trying to stay as quiet as possible. She knew Ash was just right down the hall in the living room.
"What happened?" Lilly asked, concerned about her little sister. "Is it…Brock?"
"Yes…" She said, feeling another tear run down her cheek before she brushed it away.
"Oh, Misty, you shouldn't sit around and cry about him. He's like a total jerk and you deserve so much better." Lilly reassured her. "If he can't see how beautiful you are, then, like, he's too stupid to be worth it."
Misty sank back into her pillow. "I can't help it, Lilly. I love him."
The pink haired girl let out another sigh on the other end of the phone. "Well, what did he do this time? Flirt with another woman and make you jealous?"
"Worse. This time, she actually liked him back and they are on a date right now as we speak."
"So? Let him go…" Lilly told her as she examined her just manicured nails. "Eventually that girl will find out he's a total player and Brock will get what's coming to him. He could never stay with one girl, he has the attention span of a sock."
"I thought you said he was hot last time we talked about him."
Her older sister giggled. "Of course he's hot. The jerks always are, that's why they are jerks." She said with a small laugh. "Look, Misty, if the guy doesn't like you then he's so totally not worth it."
"I guess he just doesn't think I'm pretty enough…" Misty said, looking down with disgust at her own body.
"Ugh, well, if he doesn't think you're pretty enough than he's obviously blind. After all, you are my sister and any sister of mine has to be beautiful."
"Would it change matters if I told you he kissed me?" Misty asked, hearing nothing but a dead silence on the other end of the line. "Lil?"
"You kissed him?" She finally asked in disbelief.
"Well, he kissed me but…yea." Another awkward silence followed.
"So, wait a minute, so he kisses you and then ,like, just goes out on another date with this other woman?"
Misty curled her knees to her chest and she felt another wave of tears threatening to overtake her. "That's not even the worst part. As soon as it was over he said it shouldn't have happened." She yanked another tissue from the box and dapped her eyes with it.
"Ouch. Bummer!"
"He just hurts me so bad and he doesn't even care!" Misty exclaimed, looking down at the tear-soaked tissue. "Ugh, he's such a jerk."
"Don't waste your tears on him, seriously." Lilly said. "But listen, like, I totally have a date tonight so I need to get ready. I'm already late as it is."
"Right. Well…I'll call you tomorrow I guess when we get to the next town…If I survive the night." Misty said, not wanting to get off the phone with her sister. She felt almost home sick. After all, the only reason she continued traveling with Ash was because of Brock and since she was angry with him…
"You'll be fine." She reassured her. "I'll talk to you tomorrow. I love you…bye." She heard a click and the line went dead.
Sighing, Misty finally closed her own phone before reluctantly getting out of bed. She was pretty hungry. Brock had probably made something for them before he left, but she really didn't want to eat his food. It reminded her too much of him and right now she just wanted to forget him.
As soon as she stepped out into the living room though, she was reminded. "Hey! Glad you're awake. Brock made us this delicious soup for dinner! Isn't he the best?" He asked, taking another spoonful into his mouth.
"Yea…he's great." Misty said, looking towards the kitchen. It's funny how someone who seemed to care so much about her to make sure she had dinner every night could break her heart so badly.
Lucy couldn't help but stare at him from across the table. From the moment she first laid eyes on him just earlier that morning at the café, she found herself never wanting to look away. Everything about him was absolutely memorizing.
"Brock, this place is really nice. Are you sure you don't want me to pay for it?"
"No, no. I got it." Brock said, slightly wincing at the bill. So, it was a little out of his budget, but he hadn't been on a date in so long, the bill could have paid for three dates. "Did you enjoy your dinner?"
"It was lovely." She said, taking a sip of her sparkling grape juice. "I really don't want our night to end just yet, though." She said, giving him a suggestive smile.
Brock returned it. "And what are you suggesting?"
"I own a small house about a twenty minute walk from here." She said, slinging her purse strap over her shoulder. "We can go there if you like. It's nice and private."
"Sure. Uhm, just let make a phone call real quick to Ash and tell him I'll be in late…" He said, pulling his phone out his pocket.
"Take your time." Lucy said, as she watched him disappear into the small area of the restrooms. He dove inside the men's bathroom just as Ash picked up.
"Yo, Brock, havin' fun?" The raspy voice sounded over the receiver.
"Yea, actually, I am. She…invited me back to her house, so I'll be in late."
Ash laughed and grinned over at Misty only to have his grin quickly fade when he saw the hurt expression in her eyes. In fact, the redhead had been acting funny all night and Ash couldn't figure it out for the life of him.
"Uh, hey Brock?" He asked, jumping from the recliner in the living room to make his way to his bedroom where he was out of earshot from Misty. "Do you know what's wrong with Misty? She's been acting weird all night."
Brock felt his heart thump in his chest. "Ah, well you know Misty. She's a girl. Girls always act weird."
"Yea, I know, but this isn't her normally weird mood." Ash explained a bit concerned. "She didn't even yell at Psyduck when he disobeyed her."
He sighed, leaning against the cool tiles of the bathroom. He thought back to when he kissed her and how just thinking about it right now was arousing him.
"Well, It's probably that time of the month." Brock explained, not wanting to discuss this any further. It was bad enough he already felt guilty about kissing her in the first place. "Look, Ash, Lucy's waiting on me. Just…leave Misty alone, she probably just needs a good night's rest."
"Alright…well…have fun, man."
"Yea…bye." He clicked the end button and stared down at the screen for a moment. Great, now Misty was sitting there with clueless Ash feeling rejected and depressed while he was going for some cheap thrill ride with a woman he'd probably never see again.
Damn it. Why did he have to feel guilty about this?
Brock stepped out side to see Lucy standing patiently by the wall, a smile on her face. "C'mon, I can't wait!"
Ash tapped on the door lightly with his knuckle. He heard the Jacuzzi turn off, indicating that she was finished with her bath.
"Misty?"
"What is it, Ash?" She asked, slightly annoyed that he was outside the bedroom.
"I just want to know if you're alright. You've barely said a word to me all night." He said, wondering if he should have taken Brock's advice and just leave her alone. She didn't sound like she was in a very good mood.
"I'm fine." She alleged. "Now, just leave me alone."
Ash sighed and folded his arms. "Misty, I just want to make sure your not sick. I'm headed off to bed and Brock won't be home until late, so could you just--"
Suddenly, the door opened and a very puffy-eyed Misty stood in the doorway, her hair was wet and combed out. "I'm not sick and what do you mean Brock won't be home until late?"
"Well, I…Uh…Lucy invited him to her house to…you know…" Ash chuckled a bit but quickly stopped when he saw her clench her fist.
"Err…Brock!" She stomped past Ash, angry with herself more than she was with Brock.
"Misty, what's the matter?"
"Nothing, Ash. Don't worry about it."
The boy raised an eyebrow and studied the redhead as she fumbled around the kitchen. "This doesn't have anything to do with Brock going out with another woman does it?"
Misty stopped dead in her tracks and a deep blush stained her cheeks. "Ash Ketchum! If you ever accuse me of that again, I will make you wish your grandmother was never born! Do you hear me?"
"Whoa! Jeez, calm down. It was just a question…" He said, realizing he had struck some kind of nerve with her. "Don't be so defensive. I mean I know it feels weird not having Brock around, but we survived without him in the Orange Islands, we can survive one night in this suite without him…"
Misty didn't look at him, she knew she was blushing and now that Ash had mentioned the time he had left them to stay with professor Ivy, she just felt like crying.
"Misty?"
"Just leave me alone, Ash…" She turned her face away from him and brushed past him, locking herself in her bedroom once again. Sighing, the young boy looked down at the small yellow rodent and shrugged.
"Brock was right. Girls really are weird."
Lucy led him into the bedroom. Her bed was large, covered with red silk sheets and a red-tinted lampshade that cast the entire room into a crimson glow.
"Wow, you…had this planned, didn't you?" Brock asked, wondering why he was feeling so hesitant. He wanted this didn't he? He needed this.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and smiled at him. "I knew from the moment I saw you today I had to have you. I've been waiting all day and I really don't think I can wait anymore."
He looked back at her, she was pleading him with her eyes. She wanted him. He finally had a willing and ready female, alone and yet he was having doubts. Why did he have to kiss Misty today of all days? The one day he finally gets a date with an attractive woman and he has to go and discover he's in love with his female companion.
Wait. Love?
No, he couldn't be in love with Misty. That would be impossible.
"Brock?" Lucy asked, racing an eyebrow as she traced her fingertips across his lips. "Are you alright? You seem a little distracted…"
"Uh, no…I'm alright." He cleared his throat and decided to push her out of his mind as best he could, but he couldn't forget about that kiss. Every time he thought about the way she pushed herself against him and made those small, innocent sounds of pure ecstasy it set his world on fire.
Lucy inched closer to him and she closed her eyes softly as she pressed her mouth against his, loving the way his tongue slowly grazed over hers. She moaned softly as she explored the inner walls of his mouth. He tasted so good, the texture of him, the taste of him was enough to send her over the edge.
She pulled him down onto the bed and loved the way his weight felt upon her. Lucy was just as experienced as he was at this. She knew how to seductively suck on his bottom lip and then slowly run her tongue across it as if to ease some kind of pain. Normally, that would send any red-blooded male over the edge, but it just wasn't for Brock.
When he had kissed Misty, he experienced something he never had before. It was like his entire mind went blank and the only thing that existed in that moment was her. But with Lucy all he could think about was Misty.
He pulled away from her and Lucy looked up at him, quite puzzled by his resistance. "Brock? Are you alright?"
"Yea, I'm fine. I just…well…I kind of forgot the condoms…" He chuckled, hoping she wouldn't find out that in fact he didn't, it was just an excuse, but not a very good one.
Lucy smiled and pulled open the nightstand drawer. "Well, I hope you can wear extra large. That's all I have…"
He watched as she held up a long strip of gold. "Great. Yea, perfect."
She smiled and slipped out of her dress, bringing his head down to her breasts. He kissed the soft flesh, genuinely enjoying his time spent with Lucy, but his mind was still with Misty. This felt so wrong to him. He could just imagine what Misty would do if she knew what he was doing right now. She'd probably try to pull more than just his ear…
Brock felt his run her hand along his crotch, smiling up at him. "Well, I know I definitely won't be disappointed."
He chuckled, wrestling himself out of his pants and once in for all, pushing Misty out of his mind. He had to do this. He had needs, rather he paid for in the long run, didn't matter much to him now.
Lucy kissed him again and he pulled away only to lift his shirt off over his head. She marveled at the perfection before her. His strong, toned muscular arms and his perfectly sculpted torso, just the mere sight of him made her blush.
"You're blushing…" He reminded her in a deep, sensual growl. "You don't need to be shy around me. You're gorgeous and have nothing to be ashamed of…"
She stared up at him and shook her head. "It's not that I'm shy, it's just you're so…sexy. I don't think I've ever been with a man like you before."
Brock could feel his own ego beginning to shoot through the roof. Rather it was true or not, it was nice to hear that from an attractive woman.
"Well, there's a first time for everything isn't there?" He asked with a smile before kissing her again. He was ready to do this and so was she, but he couldn't shake the feeling of guilt.
If he slept with Lucy tonight he'd never be able to forgive himself in the morning. And he wasn't sure if he was ever going to be able to face Misty again after what had happened, he didn't need to complicate things.
So he knew what he had to do.
Brock pulled away from her after several minutes of tongue wrestling. "Lucy…I'm…I'm sorry…"
"Sorry? For…what?" She asked, not liking the distant look in his eyes when he said it.
"I can't do this, Lucy."
"It's her isn't it?" Lucy asked, sitting up and resting her back against the pillow. "It's that girl…isn't it, Brock?"
"I'm sorry, it's just…right before I left, Misty and I got into this stupid argument and, I don't know what happened but I kissed her, and then I just left. I feel like such a jerk." He confessed, looking back at her to see the look of hurt and understanding in her eyes. "I'm sorry."
Lucy pulled her silk robe around herself. "There is no need to be sorry, Brock. After all, this was just going to be a one night stand…If you feel that strongly about her, than you should go and talk to her…"
"She's probably mad at me…" He sighed and gathered his clothes from the floor. Lucy watched him as he got dressed, regretting that she had talked him into leaving, but from the moment she saw him she had fallen in love with him, wishing him nothing but happiness.
"Brock?"
"Yes, Lucy?"
She stood up, wrapping her arms around his neck and looking into his eyes. "I just want you to know, I wish you the best."
The room was quiet when Brock stepped through the door. Ash had left his dirty dishes on the coffee table as usual and the television was still on, casting a blue hue throughout the entire living room.
The door to his bedroom was closed, and he assumed Ash was asleep by this time. He ventured further into the suite to discover that Misty's door was slightly ajar. He hesitated a moment before lightly tapping it with his knuckle.
"Misty?"
She quickly raised her head up. That was Brock's voice. She'd know it from anywhere, but it wasn't even Midnight yet so what was he doing home?
"Brock?" She wiped her eyes and ran a comb through her hair before opening the door to see him casually leaned against the doorframe waiting on her reply. "What are you doing home so early?"
He didn't say a word, instead, he forcefully pushed her back into the bedroom and lifted her up in his arms, causing her to shriek in surprise. He smiled up at her and she stared down at him as her back hit the wall.
"This is why…" Brock kissed her softly and she melted into his grasp. Her slim body slowly sliding down between his hands until her feet touched the floor. She didn't know quite what was happening but she was assuming it was another dream, except this all felt too real to her.
She pushed him away, looking up at him clearly confused. She wanted answers. "Brock…"
"What?"
"What are you doing?" She asked, still pinned between him and the wall, her hands never stopped touching him through the thick cloth of his shirt.
"Well, I was kissing you until you stopped me…" He stated obviously, receiving an irritated glare from the young redhead.
"I mean, why did you come back so early? What happened with you and Lucy?" She asked, not sure if she really wanted to hear the truth.
"Nothing." Brock answered without hesitation, but her irritated glare quickly turned into a disbelieving one. "What? Honestly, nothing happened. We had dinner and we were going to go back to her house to do…that…but…" He trailed off, feeling embarrassed by this whole conversation.
"But what?" Misty pushed on.
"I couldn't get you off my mind." He finally finished and he saw her face soften as she took it all in. "Look, what happened between us today…I have never felt anything like that in my entire life. Misty, you were all I thought about when I was out with Lucy tonight."
Misty pushed herself away from the wall and shoved him out of her way as she brushed past him. " That still doesn't change the fact that you left! Do you know I have been crying for the last five hours because you made me feel like it was all a mistake?" She felt the tears coming again and she wasn't even sure if she had anymore left to cry.
"Misty, I'm sorry. I never meant to hurt you." He stepped closer to her and slowly wrapped his arms around her waist, resting his chin on her shoulder and nuzzling her hair. It smelled so soft and sweet, he had always loved her scent. It was feminine and beautiful.
Misty leaned into him, admiring the strong, warm embrace he was offering.
"Listen to me…" He whispered softly in her ear, the low, deep sound of his voice ran chills up her spine. His arms were strong and warm, but his hands were gentle, yet rough as they grazed the smooth skin beneath her shirt. "I'm sorry for leaving like I did. Everything just kind of seemed weird to me at first but the more I was out with Lucy, the more I realized I wanted to be back here with you."
Brock turned her around so that she face him, his hands finally resting on the small of her back. She stared up at him with innocent eyes, filled with so much confusion and hurt that Brock hated himself for it.
"Today wasn't a mistake. I shouldn't have said that and I'm sorry."
Staring up at him, she felt a tear spill from her eye and he softly wiped it away with his thumb. "Do you really mean it, Brock? Promise me you're not playing some kind of game with me…"
"I promise you. I mean every word."
She turned away bashfully, feeling his intense stare on her as she looked away. He forcefully brought her gaze back to meet his. "Hey, look at me." He said, softly. "I love you."
Misty's eyes grew wide. She couldn't believe her own ears. "You…really…love me?"
"Yes. I do, and you would make me the happiest man on earth if you could say it back to me some day."
She smiled up at him, wrapping her arms around his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips. "I love you too, Brock."
-FIN
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