Date with your true love: $5. Almost getting some lip-on-lip action: $23. Getting kidnapped by Team Rocket and stuffed into some weird tests, which you are guided through by a jerk and an idiot: priceless. AAML! Rated T for language and some sexual stuff. Review!

Hey guys, just a little idea I had. Not sure how it'll go. I won't be surprised if this fic ends up crapping out, but whatever. I might as well write it and see.

Also, just FYI, this fic really doesn't have very much to do with the actual pokémon part of Pokémon(you know, the little creatures that are stuff into red-and-white balls and then forced to beat each other up for nothing but sport), and is mostly just about the characters.

This fanfic is also based off of Portal: Prelude. Yes, that is a video game. Yes, I'm a nerd. I know.

Now, the ages:

Ash is 16

Misty is 17

There. It's as simple as that.

Also, like in most of my fics, I'm pretending that Misty never visited Ash in Hoenn.

Now let's go.

Chapter 1

Misty's perspective

It was another normal day for Misty Waterflower. She was lying in her bed, thinking about him, as she always did when she woke up in the mornings.

Where was he now? What was he doing? Did he know how she felt about him? Did he feel the same way? Had he found someone else? All these questions had been bugging her for years. She hadn't seen him since he was just eleven years old. She wondered how much he had changed. But when put together, they formed an answer to a question she had asked herself the day he left.

Did she love him?

The answer was yes. She did. With all her heart. She didn't know what it was. Maybe it was his boyish grin. Maybe it was his kindness. Maybe it was the fact that he was kind of cute. Or maybe it was all of these combined. She didn't know. All she knew was that he wasn't a ordinary guy. She had known that since she first met him.

He wasn't like other trainers. He didn't think of his pokémon as possessions, or even pets. He thought of them as friends. As people. Misty had never seen anybody so mad as he was when she insulted his caterpie. She could hardly believe it. She had never seen any trainer defend their pokémon like that.

She liked it. It was the first reason she started following him. Overtime, for some unknown reason, she started growing more and more attached to him, until by the time they were headed towards Johto, she had fallen head-over-heels in love with him.

And yet, she didn't know how he felt. She wished she did, but she didn't. Maybe if she had actually had the courage to tell him years ago, he's be kissing her right now. Or maybe she'd be kissing someone else, because he had said he didn't love her, or worse, he actually disliked her.

She had thought of this many times. She had sorted out thoughts in her head, thought about things he had done, how he acted towards her, trying to find an answer, but she never could. She had heard that it was easier to tell if two people are in love if you're not one of the two people. Maybe that was true. Her sisters would always tell her that he loved her. But what if they were wrong? Misty's sisters weren't exactly geniuses. They had been wrong about things on many occasions.

A loud rap on Misty's door caused her to jump. She had slipped into a sort of daze, thinking about him. Daisy's voice sounded from the hall.

"Hey, Misty! Quit daydreaming about that guy and get down here! Your pancakes are getting cold."

Misty sighed and got out of bed. She opened the door to see Daisy standing there.

"Why can't you just tell him? It's kind of annoying how you always lock yourself in your bedroom all the time. I think Violet has suspicions that you've been masturbating."

"I don't masturbate!" Misty said.

"I know, don't get all feisty with me! I never said I agreed with her. You…don't. Right?"

Misty let out an exasperated sigh and walked past a chuckling Daisy, downstairs to the table. She sat down and poured syrup on her pancakes. She cut them up and lifted a piece up to her mouth just as the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it," she said, getting up from the table. She walked over to the door, opened it, and immediately froze. He was here? But why? She had been dreaming about this for years, but now she could finally see him, she could hardly believe it.

Ash Ketchum was standing outside her house.

"Hi, Misty," Ash said, grinning, his faithful pikachu sitting happily on his shoulder. "Long time no see."

Misty just stared. She couldn't believe how much Ash had grown. How long had it been since she had last seen him? If it wasn't for his trademark hat and messy black hair, she wouldn't have recognized him.

He was much taller, for one thing. At least six inches moreso than Misty. He was also much more…built. His chest, shoulders, and arms were much broader. His voice was deeper too. His face was also different. She couldn't exactly tell how, but it just looked more mature now. More…adult.

She had forgotten. Ash was only a year younger than her. He was sixteen now. It was hard to believe this was the same determined, dense kid she had fished out of that lake years ago. He looked so different. So grown up. So…attractive.

"You sleep in today?"

Misty suddenly realized she was still wearing the purple nightgown she had gone to sleep in. She blushed and finally managed to get some words out of her throat.

"Sorry," she said, her face bright red. "I'll go change. Come on in." She ran upstairs to change as Ash walked into her house.

When she got upstairs, Misty slammed the door of her room shut, breathing hard. Ash was here! He was here! Should she tell him? She didn't know.

'You should tell him,' a voice in her head was saying. 'You're going to have to eventually.'

'Yeah,' another voice said, 'but what if he says no.'

'You'll never know until you ask.'

'Never try, never fail. It's probably best not to risk it. If he loves you, he'll tell you.'

'Why can't you just ask now? Even if he says no, you can still be friends.'

'Yes, but their friendship would never be the same.'

'Why are you always so damn negative?'

'Hey, what can I say? I'm the negative little voice in her head. It's my job.'

'Yeah, well I could own you any day.'

'Ha! I'd like to see you try!'

'Well, I can't really, seeing as we're both just voices and don't actually have physical forms.'

'True. Maybe she could beat herself up. Would that count as us fighting?'

'It's possible…'

Misty shook her head hard.


'Alright, alright, we'll shut up!'

Misty sighed. She would tell him. But not right now. They had only just met for the first time in five years. She would wait until later. She quickly changed and walked out of her room downstairs to meet Ash.

There we go. First chapter. I hope it's not too short for you guys. If you want them longer, you can tell me, but I'm not going anywhere past 2,100 words. And please review! It won't hurt you!