Pokemon Indigo League stories

Have you seen my Girlfriend?

" Have you seen my Girlfriend?" Ash asked frantically. " Orange hair, wears yellow shirt with red overalls and blue shorts?"

When another person shook their head, Ash sighed and took a small picture book out of his pocket.

Misty.... Him.... Brock.... Their Pokemon... It was all there

Brock walked to Ash and put a hand on his shoulder. " She'll be fine."

" No she won't!" Ash said as he ran around, sticking her face to just about anything in sight ( even brock's face).

Suddenly, he teared away from Brock. He ran around the area, sticking Misty’s picture in front of anyone who would look. “Have you seen her?!” he yelled, practically plastering his face against a nearby wall. “Misty!”

One elderly man raised an eyebrow at the commotion and remarked, “Aren’t you a little young to have a kid?”

Ash’s face flushed. “Wha—? I’m not a father! I’m looking for my... sister!” He quickly backtracked, realizing how that sounded. “I mean, she’s my girlfriend!” He threw his hands up in exasperation.

Brock chuckled softly, shaking his head. “You’re not making this any easier for yourself, Ash.”

Undeterred, Ash sprinted to the next group of people, waving the picture like a banner of hope. “Has anyone seen my girlfriend?! She’s got orange hair, yellow shirt, red overalls!” His voice rose higher with each word, his panic making him sound almost desperate.

Another bystander, a young woman, pointed toward a nearby café. “I think I saw someone matching that description heading inside! Maybe she’s in there.”

“Thanks!” Ash shouted, running toward the café, Brock trailing behind with a bemused smile.

As they reached the entrance, Ash paused, catching his breath. “Misty!” he yelled, stepping inside. The café was bustling with customers, and the smell of coffee and pastries filled the air. He quickly scanned the room, searching for any sign of her.

Brock leaned against the door frame, shaking his head. “You really need to chill, Ash. If she’s here, she’ll come out when she hears you yelling her name like that.”

“Chill? I can’t chill!” Ash shouted, making a couple of patrons glance over. “I need to find her!”

Just then, from a corner table, Misty looked up, her eyes wide as she caught sight of Ash’s frantic figure. “Ash!” she called, waving excitedly. “I’m over here!”

Relief washed over Ash like a wave as he rushed toward her. “Misty!” He practically dove into the chair across from her, panting. “I thought I lost you!”

Misty laughed, her cheeks flushed from the excitement. “You really need to learn how to relax. I just went to grab a snack!”

“Snack?!” Ash repeated incredulously, still catching his breath. “You scared me half to death!”

Brock finally caught up, chuckling as he watched the exchange. “See? She’s fine, Ash. Maybe next time, just ask instead of panicking?”

“Next time? There will be no next time!” Ash huffed, crossing his arms. “I’m sticking by your side from now on.”

Misty smiled playfully, her teasing nature coming back. “What? You’re not ready to be my bodyguard?”

“Just you wait!” Ash declared, puffing out his chest. “I’ll be the best bodyguard ever!”

Brock rolled his eyes, still grinning. “Right. Just remember, you might need to guard yourself against falling over when you get too worked up.”

Then Ash noticed something.