Brock never thought he'd actually do it, but here he was, sitting on the ground with a bowl of popcorn watching Ash and Misty have yet another screaming match. He'd have thought they'd grown out of it, but apparently, even at age 19, they still had some maturing to do.

"You know what?" he yelled before shoving a handful of his popcorn in his mouth. "You two should totally kiss."

Ash and Misty's heads whipped around so fast, they nearly suffered whiplash. Their argument instantly died on their lips and the look on Misty's face was one of pure disgust; it was the look reserved only for bug pokemon, carrots, and peppers.

"Never. I will not kiss THAT."

"Really?" Brock replied. "That's not what you told May yesterday."

"What did she tell May yesterday?" Ash asked.

The expression on his face fell somewhere between curiosity and fear. Misty's face was as white as a ghost. Brock swore he saw Misty shaking her head ever so slightly, her eyes silently pleading with Brock.

Brock made quotation marks with his finger before saying, in his best impression of Misty, "I shouldn't have to make the first move. I wish Ash would just push me up against a wall and do me already."

"..."

"..."

Brock waited for the explosion, the reaction. For Misty to deny, deny, deny, and for Ash to pass out because his brain couldn't process such intimate details. But it never came.

"Boo!" he jeered, throwing fistfuls of popcorn at them. "Worst movie ever!"