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FIELDS OF FLOWERS

Field of Flowers

The morning sun broke through the edge of the sky. Tearing across the edge of night. The crisp

morning air rolled into the earth with all the trees and flowers awakening in the light. The

flowers were all blooming bearing into the world as a child into a life. The field behind the

Ketchum residence was filled with flowers. Behind it was the small pond connected to a small

waterfall and a vine covered lagoon. This is what Ash called a perfect morning.

Ash and Misty had been going out for sometime now. They have already went on five dates. Ash

felt wierd about these past two months and they have felt like an eternity. Ash waited every

night for Misty, waiting for her to come to his room so they could sleep in each others arms.

Ash loved Misty and so did she. Everytime they went out, Ash spent two hours looking at the suit

he wore every night wondering if Misty will like it. Misty was like a red haired goddess in a

tanktop and shorts. Ash wanted to do something different form going out to elegant dinners. Ash

looked out his window. Even the backyard looked romantic probably better at night. Ash got ready

for breakfast.

Misty was talking to Mrs. Ketchum about Ash. She told her about the nice dates and places in

town you could eat at that the mother had never been to before. Misty usually brought her

relationship problems to her since she was like her own mom only shorter (than she could

remember). "Maybe, I should should just leave all the planning to him." Misty said. "Well he

might be thinking of taking you somewhere special tonight." Mrs. Ketchum responded. Misty stared

down at the pancakes she was drenching with about two cups of syrup. "You look worried to death.

Do you have doubts about him?" Mrs. Ketchum continued. "Well, no but actually...it's been tough

trying to stay in touch with the real world if you know what I mean." Misty said in a quiet tone

still watching the syrup drip out of the bottle. "Well first of all, I think that's enough syrup

for you. Anyway, love keeps you from thinking straight... most of the time. It's kinda like

eating pancakes with half a bottle of syrup then realizing it's not lite. Or something like

that. Just try to keep yourself from trailing off. Misty, why don't you get Ash." Ash came

running down the stairs and into Misty they fell on top of each other dazed but still thinking.

"Ash, I'm sorry I didn't mean to," Misty blurted. "That's all right I'm fine what about you?"

Ash said as he stood up. "Yeah, do you want to go out tonight, you know, like to the garden?"

She asked. Ash was already out the door before he had a chance to say anything.

Ash spent the rest of the morning at Professor Oak's. He came to check out the pokemon refuge in

town. Yet all that time Ash spent thinking of Misty. "Ash why don't you go home. You being love

sick is letting you trail off. Watch out for that pole." Oak said," hmm, oh OOOOOFF!" Ash

slammed into the pole face first and slid back down. "Ash wake up," Oak demanded. "I'm fine.

It's just that I'm trying to think of a perfect night for me and Misty." Ash said. "Ash, I'm not

an expert on love only pokemon. Just, well good luck then."

That night Ash and Misty sat together but never said a word. Mrs. Ketchum refused to make

conversation that would talk about relationships. Instead, she closed her mouth and said

nothing. Ash finished early and left out the door. "Misty when you're done why don't you follow him?" Mrs. Ketchum asked. "Because, he didn't talk to this morning. I acted romantic like you

said I should. But he didn't even say a thing. He just ran out the door leaving me in the hallway hoping he would kiss me goodbye." Misty said sorrowfully," Well he probably made a

special night for you." the mother said . "I'll follow him then," Misty said with a little spark

in her voice. Misty couldn't find Ash anywhere she sat in the field of flowers in the back staring at the

waterfall. Then as if the wind blew across her she felt a gentle kiss on her neck. "Ash, what are you doing here?" she said in a small squeak. "Follow me. Oh, here," He gave her a small

lavender flower. "Thank you Ash." Misty said. Ash took her to the bridge and asked her "Why do

you look different?" "Oh you like it. I had my hair changed to black and had my hair even when

it's let down," she said softly. "I think it looks great. It's smoother and sexier." Ash responded. "Well I'm glad you like it," Misty said in return. Ash gave her a kiss on the

forehead then on the lips. They held on without stopping for more than what they should for

their age. "This way I'll look younger than you rather than looking two years older than you do." Misty said sarcastically. "Well now I'm only twelve. I hope you like younger men." Ash said

proudly. "You a man, ooh I'm so scared," Misty said. Then the two kissed again and admired the

moonlight shining on them and on the clear and quiet water. They left each other and headed to

the house.

That night Ash felt the wind blow like it did about three months ago. Misty came in with a big

shirt on that reached the top of her knees. Ash remembered how Misty acted when they traveled

together. She acted all tomboyish and tough. Now she sincere and quiet like all the girls in

Pallette. She was different from the rest of them though. She was younger, stronger, kinder, and

more beautiful than the rest of them. Misty thought of how Ash had changed over the past times.

How he had acted so stupid and how he acted so babyish and how he acted with such an ego that it

would be bigger than the world itself. Now he was thoughtful, gentle, romantic and possibly the

right person for her. She also never wanted to leave him either. This was probably the best date

she had ever been on with him.

The two went slept at each others side and they kissed each other deeply and stayed very close.

Neither of them moved. The radio continued to play soft music. It sounded so gentle that not

even a cloud would be gentler. Ash loved the passionate embrace. He left a flower on the

nightstand. He still had the picture of her. He turned away from it to face Misty. He gazed into

her beautiful eyes. Misty stared back into his gaze. The cool breeze blew her hair around.

Around them landed the petals of flowers form the field outside. Rose petals rained around them

as they kissed and as their lips touched the breeze stopped and the last rose petal floated down

onto the nightstand and it settled down. As the wind stopped so did the world around them.

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