Butterfly Kisses
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"For my Beautifly, right?"
"Yeah."
"Is it really though?" The question caught him off guard, but he took his falter in stride.
"Yeah, why do you ask?" he asked, flicking his hair out of his eyes.
"I dunno, Drew," she began, making aforementioned Drew sweat invisible bullets as she continued, "it just strikes me as odd that you only ever give roses to Beautifly and not my other pokémon."
This was not the plan. On any other day, May would accept the rose, blush, and he would walk off with the assurance the dense girl would not have a clue to what his true intentions were.
"You're reading into too much," Drew insisted, with a dismissive wave of his hand and shake of his head.
"Am I really?" May took a step forward, closing the gap between the two.
"Y-Yeah," he stuttered for what seems like the first time in ages. Drew noted of the big blue eyes across from him, bravely searching his own green ones for some sort of answer he had yet to say.
He cursed his hormones.
This time he was the one to take a step closer and cup her left cheek in the palm of his hand, slowly leaning in for the inevitable to happen.
And so, Drew kissed her. He was elated to find the object of his affections reciprocate the gesture with the same amount of enthusiasm. However, he was less than happy to see confusion in May's eyes when they parted moments later.
"What was that for?" May asked almost immediately after, touching her lips with her index fingertip in a unsuspecting manner.
The adrenaline rush from the kiss brought up a surge of anger in Drew, and he found himself screaming out, "Must I spell it out for you, May? I'm—"
"—in love with you!" he jolted up in bed with great force, nearly knocking his comforter off in the process. It took a moment for Drew to regain his thoughts before he realized he had been dreaming.
"Arceus," he swore as he ran a hand through his green hair, feeling the heavy perspiration on his forehead as he did so. He looked over to his nightstand where a digital clock sat and checked the time; 2:37 AM. His eyes traveled down to a small, half opened box labeled Munna Cakes, and his face scrunched into a scowl.
Grabbing the box with little to no care, Drew crushed it with two hands and tossed it in a trash bin near the television. "I'm never trusting anything that overgrown Cacturne recommends me ever again," he muttered bitterly before slumping into bed once more with a huff.
a/n: Credit to Starran and the lovely, but sadly incomplete fanfic, A Miscellaneous Tale of Night and Day, for the idea of Munna Cakes. Last I heard, it was in the process of being rewritten, but the current version is definitely worth the read! (It's PokéSpe verse though)
Apologies if there are any errors. I couldn't find a beta last minute, so I had to edit the fanfic myself. Thanks for reading! Reviews and critiques are always appreciated.