Thundershock

Scripts

He stopped, trainers squeaking on the tiles, and she glared at him. "Ash..." she growled.

"Yes, Mist?" he queried nonchalantly. "You gotta problem?"

"Put me down, you idiot!" she screamed at him.

"Okay. Don't blame me - you asked for this,"

She had a few seconds of weightlessness before gravity took hold of her, dragging her down. He'd tossed her. He'd tossed her! Misty closed her eyes, taking a deep breath of air and braced for the impact.

Splash!

The world disappeared in a whirlwind of bubbles, and she slowly opened her eyes. Kicking against the pull that tried to drag her to the bottom of the pool, she swam towards the ripples of light that danced across the top of the water. Waves lapped against the edges of the pool as she broke the surface, gasping as air entered her lungs again.

"What," she spluttered, leaning against the lip of the pool, "was that about?"

Ash laughed, crouching down and extending his hand to her. "Payback," he replied.

"Payback? What for?"

He grinned. "For the time you threw a beachball at my face."

She blushed as the memory resurfaced. "Wow. I really couldn't take a compliment, could I?"

"Especially from me," he teased. "Are you just going to sit there all day?"

She grabbed hold of his hand with a wicked grin. "No. Because you're joining me."

Then she pulled him into the pool. He resurfaced, shaking his hair out his eyes and grinned. She squealed in alarm as Pikachu darted towards the pool, cheeks sparking with electricity, and tried to get out of the water.

"Geez, Mist," Ash complained. "I'm not that scary, am I?"

"It's not you I'm worried about you!" she snapped back. "It's Pikachu!"

His eyes widened. "Oh no. I agree with you! Out, out, get out!"

They lay there, puffing and out of breath as Pikachu hit the water. The Pokemon floated to the top of the pool, splashing around happily. Misty groaned, shaking her head as she got back on her feet. Ash sat up, blinking, and rubbed his head.

"Never again," he grumbled. "Never again, I swear. Stupid Pikachu!"

She bit her lip. "You okay?"

He nodded distractedly. "Yeah. Just dizzy."

Brock chuckled. "Okay, you two. Stop fooling around - we have a script to write."

"Sorry, Brock," they chorused.

He rolled his eyes. "Arceus help me! Go warm up, you're shivering!"

Misty's teeth chattered furiously, as she rubbed her arms in a attempt to stave off the chill. She was cold, but she'd never admit it. She was about to try and slip away to her room to change when someone grabbed hold of her wrist from behind.

"We'll never get the script finished if the main character vanishes."

The back of her neck prickled, and she fought the urge to spin around. Loosing a nervous breath, she forced her body to relax. It was just Ash.

Fabric rustled as he draped his jacket over her shoulders, and she jumped as he placed his hat on her head. She wasn't the only one soaked to the bone!

Neverless, she didn't protest as he pushed her in the direction of the table, where the others had started organising the required equipment. She saw Tracey lunge under the table to grab a handful of pens which Daisy had dropped and grinned. That was one of the oldest tricks in the book!