Geodude
Rock-type trainer
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- Age 43
- Pewter City
- Seen Apr 25, 2009
No Longer the Silent Observer
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I have anything to do with the Pokemon franchise? Yeah that's what I thought. Anyway, on with the story...
Hmmm, I thought, studying my map again. Looks like the shortest way back to New Bark Town is this road. I traced it with my finger. Slowly a voice came into my consciousness. No, two voices. Two voices that were arguing. They'd apparently been arguing for a while, but I hadn't noticed. Ok, maybe I had, but I guess I'm so used to hearing this same type of argument that I subconsciously tune it out while I try to find a way out of the situation. Oh yeah, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about right? Well let's tune in shall we?
"Good going, Ash Ketchum! You got us lost AGAIN!"
"Me? You were the one who insisted on taking that left turn because you thought it led to the ocean where you could see some water Pokemon!"
Yep, Ash and Misty were arguing again. Happens every time we get lost. I exchanged a glance with Pikachu, who had an annoyed expression on its face. I'm not sure why those two don't just wait for me to trace out the route on the map, and then get going, but I do have a theory on why they argue so much. As you may be able to tell, I'm frequently lost in thought. I think about things and Pokemon I've seen, people I've met, all of the Nurse Joys in every Pokemon Center....ooohhhh....ok, get ahold of yourself, Brock. You've got to tell the story. Anyway, recently I've been thinking about lots of little "hints" I've noticed since way back when I first met Misty and Ash. I've suspected for quite some time now that she likes him, but is nervous about showing it. It's probably because, in her mind, Ash thinks she's only following him to remind him of the bike...but I don't believe that for a minute.
"Well it's getting dark, we might as well camp out for the night since we're lost anyway. Do you think this is a good place, Brock?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by Ash's question.
I looked around. "Yeah this looks good," I replied. We were in a small clearing surrounded by trees. One tree stump was off by itself, and it was big enough to make a perfect table.
As I prepared supper, I noticed with mild amusement that my two young friends had apparently forgotten their earlier argument. They were going through their camp-out routine now: unpacking their sleeping bags, placing them next to each other but not too close, separately going into the woods to change into their pajamas...it's second nature to all of us by now. Yes, I know what you're thinking. You've got a sharp mind. I did say they usually place their sleeping bags next to each other. Neither one has admitted any true affections, yet this sleeping bag thing seems to be a normal thing that they're comfortable with. Neither of them seem to want to go any farther towards admitting anything than that. That is of course if they have anything to admit.
I looked down at what I was doing, and was surprised to find that I'd automatically prepared rice balls. I've heard of people being able to do things in their sleep, but while wrapped up in thought? Weird. Didn't know I could do that. Hiding my surprise I called out, "Rice balls are ready!"
Before I'd even finished the sentence, Ash and Misty bolted to the makeshift tree stump-table. I served the three of us healthy portions, with smaller plates for Pikachu and Togepi.
"These are great, Brock!" Misty grinned between bites.
"Yeah, I always love your rice balls," came Ash's slightly muffled voice. He was gobbling them down as usual.
"Thanks, guys," I said. "I always like to know my cooking is appreciated."
As I cleaned up, I started to think again. We've been travelling for over three years now. I've suspected that those two like each other for quite some time now, but I haven't said or done anything because I wanted to let them work it out for themselves. But now that it's been three years, I'm starting to wonder if they ever will. Ok, that's it. I've decided. I'm going to watch for my chance, and try to help these two get together. They're my best friends in the world, and if my suspicions are correct, it must have been really hard on them holding back their feelings for all this time.
Later that night, I was awakened by a noise. Half-expecting yet another Team Rocket attack, I instictively reached for my vest which was lying next to my sleeping back. It held my Pokeballs, and I was ready to call out Onix if necessary. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I looked around. No Meowth balloon, no Jessie and James. Must have been a false alarm. From my lying position, I craned my neck to look at Ash and Misty's sleeping bags on the other side of the campfire we'd extinguished earlier. Ash was still sound asleep, but where was Misty? I quietly sat up a little straighter and took a better look around the clearing. A little distance away at the edge of the clearing, with her back to me, I could barely make out Misty sitting, staring into the woods. It looked like she was sitting with his knees drawn up and her chin resting on them.
Maybe I was overly alert because of my earlier thoughts, but in any case I had a strong feeling that I now needed to be especially quiet to make sure not to awaken Ash. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of my sleeping bag, crept over next to Misty, and sat down. She seemed to acknowledge my presence, but kept staring straight ahead.
"Is there something you want to talk about, Misty?" I whispered. "Confiding in someone always makes you feel better."
Misty sniffled, and I then realized that she'd been crying. "What is it?" I whispered.
Disclaimer: Do you honestly think I have anything to do with the Pokemon franchise? Yeah that's what I thought. Anyway, on with the story...
Hmmm, I thought, studying my map again. Looks like the shortest way back to New Bark Town is this road. I traced it with my finger. Slowly a voice came into my consciousness. No, two voices. Two voices that were arguing. They'd apparently been arguing for a while, but I hadn't noticed. Ok, maybe I had, but I guess I'm so used to hearing this same type of argument that I subconsciously tune it out while I try to find a way out of the situation. Oh yeah, you're probably wondering what I'm talking about right? Well let's tune in shall we?
"Good going, Ash Ketchum! You got us lost AGAIN!"
"Me? You were the one who insisted on taking that left turn because you thought it led to the ocean where you could see some water Pokemon!"
Yep, Ash and Misty were arguing again. Happens every time we get lost. I exchanged a glance with Pikachu, who had an annoyed expression on its face. I'm not sure why those two don't just wait for me to trace out the route on the map, and then get going, but I do have a theory on why they argue so much. As you may be able to tell, I'm frequently lost in thought. I think about things and Pokemon I've seen, people I've met, all of the Nurse Joys in every Pokemon Center....ooohhhh....ok, get ahold of yourself, Brock. You've got to tell the story. Anyway, recently I've been thinking about lots of little "hints" I've noticed since way back when I first met Misty and Ash. I've suspected for quite some time now that she likes him, but is nervous about showing it. It's probably because, in her mind, Ash thinks she's only following him to remind him of the bike...but I don't believe that for a minute.
"Well it's getting dark, we might as well camp out for the night since we're lost anyway. Do you think this is a good place, Brock?" I was snapped out of my thoughts by Ash's question.
I looked around. "Yeah this looks good," I replied. We were in a small clearing surrounded by trees. One tree stump was off by itself, and it was big enough to make a perfect table.
As I prepared supper, I noticed with mild amusement that my two young friends had apparently forgotten their earlier argument. They were going through their camp-out routine now: unpacking their sleeping bags, placing them next to each other but not too close, separately going into the woods to change into their pajamas...it's second nature to all of us by now. Yes, I know what you're thinking. You've got a sharp mind. I did say they usually place their sleeping bags next to each other. Neither one has admitted any true affections, yet this sleeping bag thing seems to be a normal thing that they're comfortable with. Neither of them seem to want to go any farther towards admitting anything than that. That is of course if they have anything to admit.
I looked down at what I was doing, and was surprised to find that I'd automatically prepared rice balls. I've heard of people being able to do things in their sleep, but while wrapped up in thought? Weird. Didn't know I could do that. Hiding my surprise I called out, "Rice balls are ready!"
Before I'd even finished the sentence, Ash and Misty bolted to the makeshift tree stump-table. I served the three of us healthy portions, with smaller plates for Pikachu and Togepi.
"These are great, Brock!" Misty grinned between bites.
"Yeah, I always love your rice balls," came Ash's slightly muffled voice. He was gobbling them down as usual.
"Thanks, guys," I said. "I always like to know my cooking is appreciated."
As I cleaned up, I started to think again. We've been travelling for over three years now. I've suspected that those two like each other for quite some time now, but I haven't said or done anything because I wanted to let them work it out for themselves. But now that it's been three years, I'm starting to wonder if they ever will. Ok, that's it. I've decided. I'm going to watch for my chance, and try to help these two get together. They're my best friends in the world, and if my suspicions are correct, it must have been really hard on them holding back their feelings for all this time.
Later that night, I was awakened by a noise. Half-expecting yet another Team Rocket attack, I instictively reached for my vest which was lying next to my sleeping back. It held my Pokeballs, and I was ready to call out Onix if necessary. As my eyes adjusted to the darkness I looked around. No Meowth balloon, no Jessie and James. Must have been a false alarm. From my lying position, I craned my neck to look at Ash and Misty's sleeping bags on the other side of the campfire we'd extinguished earlier. Ash was still sound asleep, but where was Misty? I quietly sat up a little straighter and took a better look around the clearing. A little distance away at the edge of the clearing, with her back to me, I could barely make out Misty sitting, staring into the woods. It looked like she was sitting with his knees drawn up and her chin resting on them.
Maybe I was overly alert because of my earlier thoughts, but in any case I had a strong feeling that I now needed to be especially quiet to make sure not to awaken Ash. As quietly as I could, I slipped out of my sleeping bag, crept over next to Misty, and sat down. She seemed to acknowledge my presence, but kept staring straight ahead.
"Is there something you want to talk about, Misty?" I whispered. "Confiding in someone always makes you feel better."
Misty sniffled, and I then realized that she'd been crying. "What is it?" I whispered.