...n playing around. Misty suddenly came up behind him and grabbed him in a playful chokehold, although it was very secure. Ash tried to get her off, but five minutes later, she was still holding on. Finally Ash decided to just ride it out and make sure that they didn't fall on the ground, so he wrapped his arms around her waist and held on, tightly. His mom took a picture instantly, laughing at them and saying how cute they looked playing like that.
Holding on to her that day, he loved it. And he'd realized that Misty could never be considered a sister. But he didn't know HOW he felt towards her. Now, he knew what it could be. It might be love. The feelings had changed from friendship to sibling and finally to something deeper than that. Now he realized what that could be.
He finally answered Misty after what seemed like eons.
"Yeah. I think so."
"You only THINK so?" Misty inquired. Ash just nodded hesitantly.
"Can I convince you otherwise?" Misty asked seductively while slowly sitting up. The blanket started to fall off the shelf that were her breasts.
Ash just gaped at her, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.
The sheet was not covering any part of Misty now; it lay on the bed, forgotten. Ash shut his mouth, it was rude to stare with his mouth agape. Misty crawled on her hands and...