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“You can, like, tell him you like him now, you know.”
Misty looks away from the TV to raise a skeptical eyebrow at Lily, who blinks at her innocently.
“What? You can! It’s like, totally not embarrassing anymore.” She points to the TV where Ash is excitedly recounting his battle with Leon for probably the hundredth time since his victory. “He’s a World Champion.”
Misty studies Lily for a moment, trying to decipher exactly what she’s talking about, when something finally kind of clicks. “What do mean embarrassing?” she asks suspiciously. Lily shrugs.
“I mean, I totally get why you didn’t tell him before. Total dweeb alert. But he’s kind of cool now, so I say go for it.”
“You think,” Misty begins slowly, in an attempt to keep herself from snapping, “I haven’t told him I like him because I’m embarrassed?”
“I would be,” Lily says with a shrug.
“Lily! That’s not the reason!” Misty cries, holding the bridge of her nose to hopefully hold off her headache. “I don’t want to tell him because he’s my best friend and if he doesn’t like me back, things will be weird!”
Lily hums, pursing her lips in thought. “Really? I guess I’ve never had to, like, worry about anyone not liking me back before.”
Misty rolls her eyes. “I am not having this conversation.”
“Aww, come on, little sister!” she coos, wrapping her arm around Misty’s shoulder. “Go get your man!”
Misty shrugs off her arm, probably a tad more aggressive than entirely necessary, and sends her sister a not exactly kind gesture over her shoulder as she turns the corner, ignoring her affronted gasp with a small, self-satisfied smirk.
And for the record, if she happens to pack up and run off to find Ash the next day, it is totally, completely unrelated.