Here's a bit of a romantic comedy I've been working on, and I decided to put the first chapter up just to see what people thought of it before started putting a bit more effort into it.

Summary: Ash's feelings are weighing heavily on his heart, but a fear of rejection is holding him back. However, when he finally finds the courage to tell Misty how he feels, things only get worse when she misunderstands his ineloquent words. Now Ash has two things he desperately needs to get off his chest and the words 'I love you Myst, and btw I'm not gay" just aren't going to cut it.

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Pokemon, or the rainbow, and the definitions come courtesy of the webster dictionary.

I Think I Saw a Rainbow - Red

Red (n). a colour whose hue resembles that of blood or of the ruby or is that of the long-wave extreme of the visible spectrum.

Red. The colour of love. The colour of passion, at least that's what people told him.

Passion was something Ash had in abundance. He was passionate about Pokémon, about battling, about food . . .

But lately that passion had been dwindling, and everyone noticed. It was the reason why his friends had gathered around him in a seemingly spur of the moment get together and why Gary had insisted on an impromptu battle.

And it was the reason why Ash had lost that battle.

And so Ash sat on his porch in the early twilight, staring at the darkening sky. His thoughts had not been on the battle, and they hadn't been on battling for a while now. Instead they had been on the girl that sat beside him on the porch steps enjoying the cool summer evening.

"Ash, what's wrong?" she asked him softly, her tones heavy with concern.

Ash sighed heavily. It was now or never. He had to tell her. He had to get this feeling out in the open before it consumed him, even if it meant the end of their friendship.

"Misty," he started hesitantly, his voice shaking. "There's, I mean, there's something I have to tell you."

His redheaded best friend offered him a warm smile that urged him on. God she was beautiful, she had to be the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The way the last tendrils of sunlight set on her flaming red hair was wreaking havoc on his nervous system. If there was a heaven for Ash, she was it.

"Misty, I've got a secret I've been keeping inside of me for years," he admitted to her, watching her carefully as he spoke, "only lately I've been feeling like I can't keep it buried in there much longer and it's become such a part of me that I don't know what to do about it.

"I've tried to keep it hidden," he said almost painfully. "I've tried to stop feeling the way that I do, but I realize now that I can't change the way I feel. I want to tell you everything Myst, but I'm so afraid of what I'll lose and getting hurt if I tell you the truth. But it hurts to keep it in and I feel like everything inside of me is fighting to let it out.

"I just-" he began, pausing to collect his thoughts. He took her hands in his as he continued. "I'm so scared that if I tell you what I've been feeling all this time, that things will change between us, and even thought I have these feelings, I don't want to lose you as a friend Myst."

Misty's expression was unreadable throughout almost his entire dialogue, but as the final words left his lips, he could have sworn he saw sadness flash through her sea green eyes.

"It's ok Ash," she told him softly, smiling even thought all she wanted to do was cry. She knew she had to be strong for her friend, to prove to him that his decision did affect their friendship. "I understand Ash," she told him, "you don't have to say anything more."

She leaned forward, and gently brushed her lips against the corner of his mouth. "Ash you're my best friend, and I love you-"

Ash felt pleasantly warm at this admission, pleasantly surprised that his feelings were returned and that she had understood everything he had been feeling for so long.

"-and that's not going to change all of a sudden just because you're attracted to men," she finished, gently squeezing the hand that was entwined with her own.

Ash was stunned into silence, but Misty continued unabated. "Ash, I completely support your lifestyle choice and I don't want you to ever feel as though you ever have to be ashamed of who you are. We all love you Ash, and this doesn't change that fact." Her voice was soft and genuine, and Ash could tell that she meant every word, which really just made the whole thing worse.

He tried desperately to correct her and explain what he really meant, but as he moved his mouth no words came out. All he could do was sit there gaping at his best friend as the words 'I DON'T LOVE MEN! I LOVE YOU!' screamed in his head.

"I can see you've still got some stuff you need to come to terms with," she said, offering him another sympathetic smile as she stood up and straightened her skirt. "Shall I go get Brock? I'm sure you'll be wanting to tell him now too."

Ash just nodded dumbly – it was all he could manage in that moment. She leaned down and kissed his forehead before heading back inside. A few moments later Brock was on the porch to take her place.

"What's up?" Brock asked with a nod of hello. "Misty said you had something important to tell me?"

It was then that Ash finally found his words, his shock more than evident. The look on his face as he turned to face his older friend said it all. His eyes were dark with frustration, his mouth hung open in surprise and his brow crinkled with worry. "She thinks I'm gay," he said aloud, not quite believing it himself.

"What?!" Brock exclaimed, chocking on the drink he had been languidly sipping at the time. "I thought you were finally going to tell her you had feelings for her. What that . . .?"

"I did," Ash protested. "At least I think I did," he conceded, looking down as he thought back to what he said. "I was telling her how I was keeping my feelings secret because I was afraid to lose her if I told her my secret-"

"But did you ever actually say 'Misty, I love you'?" Brock interjected.

"Well no," the younger boy admitted, his brow burrowing further. "I was getting to that part and then she stopped me. And now she thinks I'm gay!"

Brock laughed loudly at Ash's words, but was silenced by a hard look from his friend. He couldn't help but think that Ash and Misty were the only people who could screw up a confession this badly.

He offered a weak smile as he tried to comfort Ash as best he could. "Look it's fine, Ash," Brock promised him. "It's just a little misunderstanding. I'm sure we can work it out."

"There's nothing 'little' about it," Ash muttered darkly. "The girl I love thinks I like men! How am I supposed to tell her I love her now?" he asked desperately.

"You could always tell her that she 'turned' you," Brock suggested with a shrug. "Girls always love that."

"You're not helping," Ash moaned, throwing his head into his hands.

"I'm sorry Ash," Brock replied. "It's just a lot to take in. But I'm sure we can use it to our advantage. Just leave it 'til morning, and we'll talk to the guys, and we'll sort it all out somehow."

Red. The colour of love. The colour of passion.

You know what else it was the colour of?


. . . TO BE CONTINUED . . .

Yes. Well.

A strange one obviously. Bit of weird place for me to put the confession, but as you can see it did not go well. I was sort of inspired by a fic I was reading with a vaguely written confession scene and as I read it I couldn't help but think that it sounded like Ash was coming out of the closet and I had desperately hoped that this was the direction that story was going, but seeing as it wasn't I decided to use the misunderstanding for myself.

Let me know if you think I should keep going with this one. Next chapter: Yellow (yes I know Orange comes first, but no one said it had to be in order so :P).