Thundershock

Scripts

It was early when something hit her window, and Misty snorted in dismissal, rolling over so that she faced away from the view. On her pillow, Dratini sat up and hissed a warning as a voice floated in through her half open window.

"Misty~"

The redhead sat up, all thoughts of sleep forgotten. She knew that voice. It was the voice that haunted her dreams, even when she was awake. But what was he doing here? It was only eight! He'd told the others nine!

Sliding out of bed, she padded over to her window, and cautiously peered out. Sure enough, he stood beneath her window, Pikachu on his shoulder. Charizard stood in the background - he'd flown from Pallet Town.

"Ash!" she hissed. "What are you doing here?! It's eight!"

"Hey, don't give me that!" he protested. "You'd be acting the same way even if I arrived at one in the morning!"

Misty glared at him. "I don't even want to know what you'd be doing here at one in the morning!"

He just held his hand up to his ear and smirked. The other hand went to his lips as he placed one finger against them in a 'ssh' motion. She tipped her head to one side as Pikachu reached and spun his Trainer's hat around, before jumping off his perch.

There was only one reason Ash did that. Oh sh- Misty slammed her window shut as someone knocked on her door, and drew the curtains closed. The person knocked on her door again.

"Yes?" she called, flopping down on her bed.

Daisy's grinning face appeared. "Like, sis, who'd be here at one in the morning?" she asked.

"An idiot, that's who." she grumbled.

Her sister chuckled. "An idiot with a Pikachu?"

Misty groaned. Dratini hissed again, slithering off her spot on Misty's pillow, before taking a dive into the clothes spilling out of her Trainer's cupboard. She re-appeared with a pale blue fleecy top and a pair of yellow shorts in her jaws, throwing the offerings onto the bed next to the redhead.

"Or maybe a Pokemon Watcher? I don't know, Dais, you tell me."

Smirking to herself as her sister quickly shut the door, Misty sat up and eyed the clothes her Pokemon had picked out for her. Oh, what the heck? She'd never worn them, and since they were a birthday gift from Delia, she knew she'd be fine. The Ketchums always had good taste.

Her feet hit the stairs, and as she continued down them she saw Ash sitting by the pool. One of her sisters must have let him in. Traitors. Pikachu looked up and tapped his Trainer on the shoulder.

Ash spun around, and she swore his jaw hit the ground. "Misty - you - I - wow."

She rolled her eyes. "Anyone would think you'd never seen a pretty girl before, Ketchum."

"No-one as pretty as you," he replied. "You'd put a Milotic to shame."

His blundering honesty made her blush. Comparing her to a Milotic was a big compliment from anybody, but from Ash? Oh Mew. He really had changed. It wasn't the ordinary kind of compliment, either.

Milotic evolved from Feebas, and were the cream of the Contesting world. They were also considered the most beautiful Pokemon in the world. So, basically, when you compared a girl to a Milotic, you were saying you thought she was the prettiest thing in the world you'd ever laid eyes on. Which Ash just did.

When the others arrived an hour later, Misty bounced up to the two Coordinators and Leaf. They took one look at her face and dragged her - and Iris and Serena too - aside, demanding to know what happened.