Misty wanted to cry.

No, for real, she felt like crying. The tears just wouldn't come out.

Right when she got to her bedroom, she stripped off all her too tight clothes, put on cotton pajama dress, grabbed her phone and dialed May's number.

Hey-

"You wouldn't believe what happened!" Misty groaned. "I feel so bad! I want to bury myself in a hole and never come out!"

Oh my God! What happened?

Misty couldn't even bring herself to say it. "Guess who saw my fugly self naked?"

You're not ugl—what? Misty... how... what happened exactly?

"Uggggh!" Misty rolled on her bed. 

Are you okay?

"No! I feel horrible!" She kept sticking her hand under her bed, looking for any comfort food. When did she run out of those? She never noticed. 

What did happen?

Misty cringed. "Ash saw me naked!"

Oh my God! How did that even-

"Please, no more questions—it just happened, okay? If only I wasn't so ugly!"

What do you mean if only you weren't so ugly? Misty!

Misty felt her face heat up. "I was just saying-..."

I can't believe you!

"That's not it! Come on!"

And I thought you really didn't like him!

"I don't like Ash! Ew!"

But you want him to see you naked. Do you know what that means?

"I do not! Never! Are you nuts?" Misty was going nuts. This wasn't going the way she wanted it to go, and the scene from the shop was replaying in her head again. Did he notice? Did he think she was sexy? Wait, what?

Misty, please. You can admit it. It's fine. I'll keep the secret.

"What secret?"

That you want to date Ash.

"Stop it!" Misty whined and changed her sitting position. May never kept any secrets. Why was she calling her again? She should have called Dawn. "Why would you say that?"

Because someone is in love with their best friend?

"Not in a million years!" Misty raged. "And plus, Ash is like a brother to me!"

You wanted him so much to see you naked, though.

"I'd never want that! He'll pay for it!"

We'll see.

"I'm so mad right now!" Misty exhaled loudly.

Relax, Misty.

"I can't!"

Oh, Drew's calling. Bye bye!

"Bye..."

Misty exhaled loudly after she hung up.

Screw this.

No, she didn't want Ash to see her naked. It was totally not that. He was so rude! He dared slid the curtain and he knew she was inside, changing her clothes! Why didn't she even scold him for that anyway? Misty felt like she let him go away with it. He can't take a peek and go away with it. He needed to be punished.

She was mad, yes, but the fact that Ash has seen her naked had nothing to do with it.

Was she seriously alright with that?

"Oh my God. I'm such a whore!" Misty hit her forehead with her hand. Why wasn't she feeling anything about that? He's never seen as much skin before. She's stopped wearing bath suits around him at the age of twelve. Puberty did well to her... too well.

Wait, she wasn't mad at Ash, then.

Misty gasped. "What I'm doing? I should be mad!"

The redhead sighed. She got up and walked over to her full-length mirror. She took off her pajama dress and stood up staring at her reflection, poking and grabbing at the softer areas.

Ash saw this.

Misty wanted to eat her sides. Did she care if Ash saw this? Yes. Why? She didn't know. Did she want to look cute? Yes. Why? Because all girls want to look cute.

Did she care if Ash thought she was cute or not?

Yes.

Why?

"Oh God." Misty placed a hand over her mouth.

Ash is not her brother.

to be continued.