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The Loss Of Billy

I actually posted the thing @birdgoddess

It was a peaceful day at the beach. Or, it had been, until Ash decided he wanted some ice cream. Being that he had left his wallet at home, he asked Misty if she could lend him some money. 
“Forgot your wallet again?”

“I didn’t think I’d need it!”

Misty just sighed and handed him a five dollar bill, knowing she would never see that particular bill – Billy – ever again.

Ash hugged her and ran towards the ice cream stand, and she smiled despite the painful loss of Billy. When he returned, he was carrying two ice cream cones, so she came to the obvious conclusion.

“Oh, you got me one too? Thank you!”

As she reached for it, he moved it out of her reach. “Whoa, hey! No, that’s mine–”

“Ash Ketchum,” her voice was dark and serious as she pinned him to the ground, something he had heard only a handful of times. “You used my money to buy that ice cream. Now give me that cone.”

Ash, while a stubborn individual, possessed a healthy fear of a deeply angered Misty, and gulped. He held out one of the cones, and she snatched it away with a bright smile. “Thank you!”
Ash picked himself up, taking care for to lose his remaining cone to the sand that now lingered in… Well, everything. Ugh. Sand. It was one of the very few things Ash disliked.
As he watched Misty skip off towards some of the other girls at the party, he sighed and decided he would never understand how her mind worked. 

I wrote this for @birdgoddess on request, and liked it enough to share.

Misty was getting kind of tired of being led around by Ash. Mostly because he didn’t know where he was going. She could hear him mumbling about directions and groan as he realized the map was upside down. But Ash had insisted on the blindfold, and she had gone along with it because how bad could it possibly get? ‘Famous last words,’ she wanted to go back and tell herself.
On the bright side, neither of them was dead. Yet. She wasn’t counting her blessings before they were back at the Pokemon Center, alive and both in one piece. It had been a long day already, and the walk felt like it had been even longer.
So, when Ash declared that they were almost there, she let out a sigh of relief.
“Aaaand…. Here we are!” he declared, taking off the blindfold.
Her eyes struggled to adjust to the light, but once they did she was greeted with a beautiful view of the ocean from the edge of the cliffs.
“Worth it?” Ash asked, sounding hesitant.
“Definitely.”
“I brought a picnic basket, too,” he grinned.
Misty stared at him, her disbelief evident from her expression. “You made food?”
“No. When I told him I was going to take you out here, Brock made it,” he explained.
“Oh, good, then it’s safe to eat,” she teased.
“Like your cooking’s any better,” he huffed in response, but they laid out the picnic blanket and food without any real arguments. They had both long ago accepted that neither of them was very skilled in the culinary arts.
“So, why this place?” Misty asked.
“Well, I know you love the ocean, and I heard it’s a good place to watch the sun set.”
Misty was honestly surprised by that, but as she took in the view of the sun falling from the sky, she couldn’t disagree. “I think you heard right,” was all the said, though she did reach for his hand.