"MEOWTH!"
The voice
was accompanied by a paper fan, and after a painful thud and a slow slide down
to the floor he opened his eyes to stare at an enraged looking Jesse. Bits of
pulverized plastering and paint rained over him.
"Did
you eat all the tuna?!"
He blinked
twice, and realized that he was awake.
"What?"
"Where
is the tuna, you stupid cat?"
"What
are you gonna do with the tuna?"
"It
was my mama's secret recipe…." Her eyes started to wobble.
"Um,
Jess, you really don't have to…"
"…and
she used to tell me it made her beautiful…"
"Was
it that good?"
"Yes!"
his partner's voice broke in a sob, "It was the best… the best…"
Meowth
decided it was time to take pity, mostly because that if he didn't he could
probably expect a new bash in the head. It wasn't like this was the first flaw
in Jesse's story about her poor mother who only could feed her snow either.
"I'm
sure it was a delicious meal."
His partner
stiffened under his paw, and slowly looked up at him, eyes narrowed in a
menacing glare.
"What?"
"Um…"
Meowth realized that he somehow had insulted the secret recipe, but he had no
idea about how.
"My
mother's secret recipe was not some
sort of stupid MEAL!" she roared, and Meowth's brain panicked started to
search for possible ways to escape, "It was the best face mask EVER!"
Misty was
officially depressed. It was so unfair. So very frickin' goddamned unfair.
Tracey had
a girlfriend.
Brock had a
date with Officer Jenny.
Professor
Oak was doing it with Ash's mum.
Even Ash
seemed to get it on with Gary… okay, so neither of them actually were
interested in anything but pokémon, but the amount of time they'd spent
together since Ash returned had been a bit suspicious.
Only Misty
was lonely.
Life
sucked.
Couldn't at
least somebody care about her?!
She sighed.
No, because the one she wanted to care about her sure did not.
"Okay,
that was a total fluke." Gary
muttered and chucked his sisters paper pad over to the other side of the room,
and Ash sighed.
"And I
was sure that whoever that Giovanni guy was he must've been enough to make her…
" his voice trailed off into a distressed sigh.
"How sure are you about that?"
"Sure
enough to know that she still has a shoebox filled with love-letters from him
hidden under her bed."
They sat in
silence for a few minutes, "Do you have any ideas what to do?"
Gary
silently shook his head.
"This
is so sick… it's absurd… it's…"
"My
little brother would be your uncle…"
That
thought seemed to be especially scary for Ash, and Gary could hardly blame him,
even if it seemed to become a mantra of his.
"We
have to do something!" he
exclaimed at last, desperately clutching his hand in his hair and pulled.
"Don't
you think I know?!" Ash snapped, and threw himself backwards on the bed,
staring into the ceiling.
"I
don't want Mum to… do stuff with your…"
"Do
you think I want it?!"
Ash turned
his head to were Gary was seated and met his eyes.
"Do
you think anybody will help us?"
The other
boy silently shook his head.
"May doesn't
know, and neither of your friends are interested. Are there anybody else?"
"I
need something to eat…"
Gary sighed
and waved a dismissing hand at him.
"I'll
call you if I come up with something."
Brock had
decided to take out some of the suspense for his upcoming date by helping Mrs.
Ketchum in the house, but since she was a neat freak herself the only thing he
could do was to make cookies, something he had done for two hours now and would
have continued with if it hadn't been for the tiny fact that he was out of
flour and barely had enough sugar to sweeten a cup of coffee, so he did now sit
at the table, a dreamy smile on his lips as he stared blankly into the air as
Mr. Mimie happily munched away.
Officer
Jenny… Brock really liked Officer Jenny. This one in particular… and she seemed
to like him, too, at least enough to want to date him, and nobody had ever
liked Brock enough to want to date him, and…
“Cookies!”
Ash squealed as he entered and eagerly joined Mimie in devouring it.
Brock
didn't bat an eyelid.
James
looked down at the bowl in his partner's hands, sniffed, and then backed away.
"Don't
be such a wuss!" she snapped and followed in his steps, raising her hands,
bowl and all, threateningly.
"It'll
make me stink!"
"No it
wont! Now come here and let me help…"
"But…"
"James!"
"It
makes me wanna puke! I don't want to!" he whimpered, before he made a mad
dash for the bathroom and slammed the door shut. There was a loud bang as Jesse
ran into it. It also sounded like the dreaded content of the bowl was spread
out on the floor.
"I'm
taking a shower!" he told her and locked the door, turned on the water and
pretended that he didn't hear the angry shouts from the outside.
Tracey had
a few moral dilemmas.
One thing
was that he didn't lie. Another was that he didn't have much to contribute with
in helping Brock through a somewhat successful date with Officer Jenny. With
two hours to drive to Viridian City, the closest he and May had been to an
actual date had been a night they'd dined alone because the Professor had been
away. And Brock obviously needed all the help he could get.
"Er…"
he looked the young man in front of him up and down, "I think you should
take a shower. You kinda smell like… er… cookies." Brock nodded.
"And…?"
"I
guess you… um… should bring her flowers… and you need clothes…" Brock
nodded again, but then a look of worry fell over him.
"Oh… I
forgot… I only have…" he looked down at his standard travelling outfit,
and Tracey scratched his head.
"I'd
borrow you something, but you probably won't fit them… and certainly not any of
Gary's clothes either…" His brow furrowed in thought.
"What
are you watching?" Ash turned his head to the side and looked at Misty.
"'Legend
of the Hidden City'." He replied and turned his attention back to the TV, but
he heard her make a sound of disgust, "It's kinda fun when it's upside
down. After a while your brain goes all weird." When she still looked
doubtfully at him he attempted to shrug, but failed, "I'm bored."
"Oh."
She replied and sat down beside him, "Do you mind if I join you?"
He shook
his head, and she turned around, before laying down with her head hanging over
the pillow and her feet slung over the back, her eyes fixed on the screen.
"You're
right." She agreed after a while, "It does make it kind of fun."
They both
turned their attention to the stairs somebody came running down, and was met by
Tracey with a look of determination and slight nervousness. He was halfway out
of the door when he turned back and looked at them.
"What
are you two doing?"
"Watching
TV. What does it look like we're
doing?!" Misty snapped.
"Oh…"
he looked like he wanted to say something more, but didn't. Instead he turned
to Ash.
"Do
you know were your mother is?"
"Yeah…
I think she's talking to Professor Oak in the garden… " His voice was
oddly strained, but Tracey looked relieved.
"Okay.
If Brock looks for me, tell him I'll be back soon." Was all he replied
before he ran out of the door, leaving Ash and Misty looking puzzled after him.
James left
the bathroom after carefully looking around to be sure that Jesse wasn't
waiting to ambush him, and was just starting to dress when she came bursting
into his room, clamping a hand over his mouth and eagerly held a magazine up in
front of his face.
"Take
a look at this!" she giggled, and he obediently took it from her, sitting
down and studying the skinny model without finding anything unusual about her.
"What?"
"That!" she told him and pointed to the picture with a hint of
exasperation. His eyes widened.
"Oh my
God…"
"I know! It's fashion now! We're pioneers! And he'll be…"
"Mush!"
James ended it for her.
They
grinned at each other.
"We'll
take the black one." James decided.
"Definitely."
"It's
weird that he didn't react when we did it with that outfit of yours, though …
maybe he's gay…" he said and hoped he didn't sound too hopeful.
"I
wouldn't bet on it. I looked like a drag queen with those glasses anyway…"
she smiled at him, "But tonight, my dear, you'll be as foxy as never
before. And Pikachu will finally be ours!"
Brock was
just done toweling his hair when he heard a knock on the door.
"Yeah?"
"I've
got something you can wear…" Tracey stepped inside with something black
folded over his arm. He dropped it by the sink, making a cloud of dust rise.
"That's…"
Brock suddenly stopped, "What's that smell?" he asked and looked at
the fabric.
"I'm
not really sure…" Tracey sniffed the air and then turned to open the
window, "But it probably hasn't been used for years anyway." He
picked it up and started beating the dust out of it, making both of them cough,
"I think it was mice in the closet."
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Now wasn't
that pointless? Oh well… the story will come. Trust me, it will.