pokemon: adventures in the orange islands, ep 101 - the mandarin island miss match

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pokemon: adventures in the orange islands, ep 101 - the mandarin island miss match
yeah
Daisy clapped her hands excitedly. “I think it’s finally, like, coming together!”
“About time,” Misty sighed, rolling her eyes at the giddy reflections of her sisters in the mirror. “Are we done now?”
“Not quite,” Lily sang, stepping up behind her and, with a flourish, began clipping in her long, wavy hair extensions. “Now that the dress is done, we like, need to figure out your hair.”
Misty let out an agonized groan. “I’m going to be under water!” she cried. “It doesn’t matter what my hair looks like!”
“Of course it does,” Violet tutted, handing Lily a hairbrush and a little bag of bobby-pins. “You’re the bride.”
It, thankfully, wasn’t actually Misty’s wedding day they were planning, but ever since Daisy and Tracy got engaged, her sisters had been obsessed with all things bridal, and insisted this year’s big water ballet performance needed to include a wedding ceremony at the end.
Which brought them here: Misty in an almost unreasonably heavy, bright white swimsuit-turned-wedding dress, acting as a life-sized doll for her sisters to dress up with unparalleled sadistic glee for their dress rehearsal that evening.
She said it every year, but this year she meant it. They owed her big time. Especially since—
“Okay Misty, I’ve got Oshawott like you asked,” Ash’s voice boomed from the hallway as he slammed open the door and burst into the room. “Professor Oak just sent it over and—Oh!” He froze, his eyes widening as he took in Misty’s appearance. “I-I’m so sorry,” he stammered, looking away with a blush, “I didn’t realize you were getting dressed!”
Misty felt her cheeks flush traitorously as well, but she willfully stomped it down. “It’s fine Ash, don’t worry, we’re just about done here anyway.”
“We are not,” Violet huffed, but Misty ignored her.
“Why don’t you go let Oshawott into the pool to meet the others? I’ll be out in a second, I just need to get changed.”
“Actually, Ash,” Daisy sang, materializing next to him and guiding him by his shoulders over to where Misty stood on display. “We could like, really use your help with something.”
Ash blinked at her owlishly and pointed to himself in surprise. “Me?” he asked. “Uh, I don’t think I’m the right person to ask about things like, um…” He gulped, trailing off as he took in Misty’s appearance up close and personal.
“Nonsense,” Daisy replied easily, and gestured to Lily to forcibly turn the reluctant Misty to face him as well. “We’ve like, finally got the dress all figured out, but now we’re stuck on the hair. We all have totally different opinions on how it should look. We need an outside perspective.”
Ash’s eyes met Misty’s briefly in a moment of panic before he turned back to Daisy, rubbing his neck nervously. “I dunno, Daisy. I mean, you guys only asked me to come so I could bring more water pokemon for the show, right? I don’t know anything about hair.”
Misty bit the inside of her cheek to keep from rolling her eyes or snapping; as if that was the only reason her scheming sisters had called in Ash! Those lying little…
“Aw, don’t sell yourself short, Ash,” Violet chirped, skipping over to him as well. “It’ll only take a second. We’ve narrowed it down to two styles.”
“First,” Lily began, bunching up Misty’s hair into a stylish pile at the back of her head, a few loose strands pulled free to frame her face, “is a fancy and elegant updo. Timeless and sophisticated, but a bit more work for us, like, between scenes. The other option…” Lily let Misty’s hair fall back around her shoulders and down her back, giving it a little shake to help it all fall back into place, “is down. The visuals tend to play better in the water, and it saves us some time during the costume change, but it’ll be down for the whole show, so it doesn’t feel, like, quite as special for what is supposed to be her wedding.”
“What do you think?” Daisy asked, grinning obnoxiously. “Which one totally screams ‘Misty’ and ‘marriage’ to you?”
Okay, that was the last straw.
“Would you guys cut it out?” Misty cried, willing her blush away with the fire of her irritation. “Ash doesn’t have time for this! Just let him get back to the Pokemon so he can—”
“Down.”
Misty snapped her mouth shut, her eyes widening at Ash’s voice and his suddenly determined expression. “What?” she asked, barely above a whisper.
“I think it looks best down,” he repeated confidently. “But… Shorter. Like without the extra hair. How it looks normally.”
Misty let his words clang around in her head for a moment, her mouth hanging open in surprise as her own words failed her.
“Uh, b-but that’s just my opinion! L-like I said, I don’t know anything about this stuff!” Ash babbled, his face flushing as he began inching closer and closer to the door. “Anyway, I, uh. I’m gonna go get Oshawott all settled, I’ll see you later! Good luck with the hair thing!” he called out behind him as he rushed down the hall.
“Oh, he totally has a thing for you, baby sister,” Violet purred as soon as he was out of earshot.
Misty groaned, covering her burning face. “Please don’t.”
Lily scoffed. “She can’t just have shorter hair all of a sudden after having long hair the whole show.”
“I think we can do whatever we want,” Daisy replied with a grin. “Why don’t you get changed and go spend some time with Ash, Misty.” She winked. “We’ll figure this all out by rehearsal.”
“I hate you guys,” Misty sighed, but let Lily take out her extensions and shuffled behind the changing screen.
If, after she was changed, she left her hair free from her ponytail as she went out to the pool, no one (thankfully) mentioned it.
3/14
It’s too quiet, Ash decides.
He flips over in his bed, facing his tellingly empty room, and mindlessly stares down the dim streetlamp just outside his window until his eyes get all blurry and unfocused.
The quiet isn’t just his room or his house, he realizes, it’s the entirety of Pallet Town.
He returned home by himself this time, by request of his mother, who hinted, oh so subtlety about four million times over the last month, that it would be nice to spend her next birthday with her one and only son, so what choice did he even have?
He had sent out a blanket invitation to all of his friends, but they all regretfully declined, their weeks already booked by one thing or another, to Ash’s immense disappointment.
It seems like the older they all get, the harder it is to get everyone together.
But even if no one else can be there in person, Ash decides, that didn’t mean they couldn’t be there in spirit.
He runs through his mental catalog of friends, figuring out what time it is where everyone else is, and finally settles on the one person he knew would probably not only still be awake, but was also willing to indulge in his shenanigans.
“Thank you for subscribing to Bug Facts on the Hour!” he types, a grin stretching across his lips. “Did you know? The largest weedle on record weighed a whopping 10.6lbs with a height of 1.47 feet! It was found just outside of Cerulean City, where scientists believe it is a the perfect climate for bugs to grow nice and big! To unsubscribe from Bug Facts on the Hour, text back UNSUBSCRIBE at any time.”
“UNSUBSCRIBE 😤😖😒” Misty types back immediately, to Ash’s delight. “Not that you’ll ACTUALLY stop. I’ve been trying to get you to stop sending me these stupid bug facts since you got that stupid rotomphone.”
He snorts loudly, and has to bite his lip to quiet himself down after Pikachu makes a little scrunched up face and snuggles deeper into the blankets.
“You have successfully unsubscribed from Bug Facts on the Hour,” he types back, barely suppressing his giggles, “and have officially subscribed to Bug Facts on the 10!!! Did you know? Dewpider love to hang out in inclosed pools, just like the one found at the Cerulean City Gym! Stay tuned for your next Bug Fact in 10 minutes!”
Misty: NOT FUNNY ASH KETCHUM 🤬”
He barks out a laugh, and Pikachu’s head swings around to glare at him with an angry “Pika!” before grabbing the corner of his blanket in his teeth and heading to the opposite side of the bed.
“Sorry, Pikachu,” Ash apologizes through his laughter, and immediately returns to his phone as another text from Misty comes through.
Misty: Aren’t you home? Stop terrorizing me and go spend some time with your mother.
Ash: She’s sleeping! Don’t you have a show tomorrow? Shouldn’t you be sleeping too?
Misty: I always have trouble falling asleep the night before a show. Not that I could if I wanted to, with SOMEONE texting me stupid bug facts all night. 😒
Ash: 😇
“What are you doing for your mom’s birthday?” she asks, so Ash assumes he’s forgiven.
He sighs and texts back.
Ash: Still working on that, actually…
Misty: Ash! Her birthday is in two days!
Ash: I know!! There’s just not much to actually do in Pallet.
Which sounds like just an excuse, but sadly is the truth. Pallet had always been lacking in the entertainment department, and he can’t even take her out to eat, not when she’s the owner of the only restaurant in town.
The typing bubbles appear and disappear a few times before finally ending in a text from Misty: “Would she want to come to a super corny water ballet?” she asks. Ash’s eyebrows raise in surprise.
Ash: For real? Isn’t it sold out??
Misty: I mean, yeah, publicly. But you guys aren’t the public.
Ash smiles down at his phone fondly. His mom would love that, actually. She was always going to local pokemon shows when they were actually nearby. Plus, she never shut up about how he needed to visit with Misty more, so it was kind of a perfect win-win.
Ash: That would be awesome, Mist! Thank you!! 🥺
Misty: Of course! Call it a birthday gift to your mom from me 💕 The show starts at 2pm, so try to get here around 1:30. Go to the back door and tell Dennis your names. I’ll tell him to expect you
Ash makes a face.
Ash: Who’s Dennis?
Misty: Our security guy.
Ash: Oh, does he help keep out all the dewpider trying to get into your pool all the time?
Misty: DON’T MAKE ME REGRET THIS ASH!
Ash grins to himself, feeling the familiar warmth in his chest that usually accompanies poking at Misty’s buttons, and before he can think too much about it, sends her one last text before nearly tossing his phone away and curling into his pillow, his cheeks flushed and pink.
Ash: 😘
He bites back a grin. He’ll deal with the fallout of that particular emoji in the morning.
pokemon: adventures in the orange islands, ep 101 - the mandarin island miss match
“Alright Ash, it’s time for a talk.”
Ash made a face. “What? You already gave me the talk when I was like, thirteen.”
“Different talk. Sit down.”
Ash frowned, but took a seat on his mom’s old couch anyway, his eyes slowly following Brock as he paced back and forth in front of the TV.
“Okay,” Brock finally said with a sigh. “Let’s just cut to the chase. What’s going on with you and Misty?”
Ash’s frown deepened. “What do you mean what’s going on with me and Misty? Nothing.”
Brock raised an eyebrow doubtfully.
“Seriously!”
He hummed, clearly unconvinced. “You have her coffee order memorized, dude.”
“She drinks a lot of coffee.”
“You supposedly haven’t seen her in months.”
“I dunno what to tell you! She’s had the same order since we were, like, fifteen. Frankly, I’m surprised you don’t know it too. What kind of friend are you?”
Brock crossed his arms in a huff. “Don’t change the subject.” He pursed his lips, his eyes narrowing at Ash as he studied him like Ash could only assume he’d study his patients at the Pokemon hospital, before huffing in annoyance.
“I know your coffee order too,” Ash added with a slight hint of cockiness, raising his eyebrow flirtatiously. “Is there something going on between us?”
“Yeah, laugh it up,” Brock scoffed. “So there’s nothing going on between you guys? Nothing at all?”
“When, in our twelve years of friendship, have I ever lied to you?” he asked, eyes all wide and innocent.
Brock gave him one last long, lingering onceover before finally sighing in defeat. “Yeah, man. You’re right. I’ll leave you alone about it.” He gave Ash one more tiny, suspicious glance, but shook his head. “Okay, I’m gonna go get lunch started, don’t go too far, it’ll be done in fifteen,” he told him, and made his way to the kitchen, flicking Ash’s hat off his head playfully as he walked by.
Ash stuck his tongue out and righted his hat, waiting until Brock’s back passed out of sight and into the next room before immediately bolting up the stairs
“Misty!” he cried, slamming open the door to his bedroom. Misty, who was seated at his desk, reading a book with a mug of tea, cursed and jumped in surprise.
“Arceus, Ash!” she snapped, frowning down at the tea that had spilled over her shirt at her jolt. “What’s the emergency?! Sheesh.”
“Misty,” he repeated a bit calmer, still out of breath, his eyes wild. “Brock knows.”
Misty froze, her eyes meeting his from across the room.
“Shit.”
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“He knows?!” Misty hissed, yanking Ash into the room and slamming the door behind him. “How?!”
“I don’t know!” Ash cried. “He noticed I knew your coffee order or something!”
Misty frowned. “My coffee order? Seriously? I know Brock’s coffee order too, does that mean we’re dating as well?”
“That’s what I said!”
Misty sighed and plopped herself back into the desk chair, rubbing her temples. “Maybe we should come clean,” she said after a while. “It was fun while it lasted, but we knew going into this it wasn’t going to last forever.”
“Aw, Mist, no,” Ash said softly. He kneeled down on the floor next to her and took her hand in his, rubbing his thumb gently over her knuckles. “If you’re not ready to go public, we shouldn’t have to.”
When they had first hooked up a few months before, a very heat of the moment thing, where they were splashing around in the Cerulean Gym pool, fighting over who was the better swimmer one minute, and fervently making out the second, Ash had been ready to scream it from the rooftops. Misty, however, had a few reservations.
“As soon as the League knows we’re together, the relationship isn’t going to be just ours anymore, not really,” she had sighed, absentmindedly brushing her fingers through Ash’s hair as they cuddled in Misty’s bed. “Champion Ash Ketchum and Misty of the Elite Four. Ugh. It’ll be nothing but a big PR nightmare.” She frowned. “I’ve waited too long for this to only be with you according to someone else’s rules. I want it to just be us, like when we were kids and no one knew or cared who we were.”
“We can do that,” Ash told her with an easy shrug. “We’ll just keep things between us for now. Like our little secret.”
Misty eyed him skeptically.
Ash blinked. “What?”
“Ash, you are about as subtle as an exploud playing bagpipes,” she said with a smirk. Ash pouted.
“I am not! I can totally keep this a secret!”
“Yeah, I’ll believe that when I see it.”
And by some miracle, they had. Somehow, they managed to keep their relationship hidden, meeting up under guise of League meetings or simple errands, sneaking gentle touches and soft glances when no one else was looking, and texting or calling late at night when they were forced to keep their distance. They thought they had been doing a decent job.
But apparently not, if even Brock noticed something was up.
“Well, it doesn’t sound like he knows knows,” Ash rationalized, “only suspects. Maybe we can just be really careful and fool him a little longer.”
Misty raised an eyebrow. “You sure you can handle that?” she teased. “With how handsy you are?”
Ash smirked, tilting his head up from his spot kneeling on the floor. “You’re one to talk. You practically jumped me as soon as I got home yesterday.”
“You’re so in love with me, Brock figured it out from the way you ordered my coffee.”
“You’ve been in love with me since you were eleven.”
“Yeah and I managed to keep it secret that whole time,” she pointed out, grinning haughtily. “Suddenly you get involved, and Brock figures it out within a day.”
Ash’s eyes narrowed, but he managed to bite back the grin fighting to make its way across his lips. Even while dating, they couldn’t help but push each other’s buttons. “Oh, you think you’re better at keeping our relationship a secret than me, huh?”
“Oh sweet, naive Ash,” she purred back. “I know I am.”
“Okay,” he declared, the absolute picture of overconfidence, “what do ya say we bet on it?
Misty met his grin with one of her own. “Go on?”
“By the end of the week, if Brock doesn’t figure out we’re dating, we both win,” Ash explained. “But, if he figures it out based on something you did, I win.”
“And when he figures it out based on something you did, I win,” she agreed. Ash snorted.
“In the incredibly unlikely event that happens, sure.”
Their eyes met, the air of competition suddenly electric between them as they shook their hands in agreement.
“You’re on.”
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