I don't own Pokemon, and this includes a tiny bit of explicit language. Enjoy!


I really don't know what to say.

Lie with a, "Yay! Congrats on your lovely relationship!" Or be honest with a, "Get him out of your head, girl. You're being fooled!"

Honesty is appealing, but the lies always win. Always. Why? Because I don't want to hurt my best friend. I don't want to crush her with the truth.

But wouldn't feeding her lies just hurt her more? Wouldn't that just hurt more people?

I don't know anymore.

I watch her from a distance, observing her as she walks across the beach with her boyfriend's hand in hers. In my eyes, she's the definition of perfection. She is average height, skinny with curves, and has a personality that wins all. Her sapphire eyes take my breath away every time. She's usually smart, hilarious, and trustworthy. Hell, I trust her with more than my own life. Her flaws are what make her desirable. The only realdownfall? Her taste in guys.

I see him start to hold her, whispering something in her ear. She smiles at him believing his words, whatever bullshit they are. The two share a laugh while their arms are tightly wrapped around each other. Their actions would've been cute if they both shared the same amount of passion. Sadly, she's too oblivious to notice the lack of emotion on his part. She doesn't care that he had done the same thing with another girl only weeks before. And another girl, weeks before her. He's a player on the prowl.

Each beautiful girl is his prey; he is the predator. Once he moves on to a girl, he gets her. No questions, no exeptions. Always gets the girl he wants. He shines like a golden boy, luring the girl in. Tells countless lies to her, telling her she's the one. Lying that he's not like them other assholes. Dumps those innocent girls when he's done with them, and moves on to the next. Again and again.

And I hate him for that. For he has not only put her under his inescapable spell, but taken her away from me.

Jealous? I won't deny it. My blood rushes with anger just hearing his name spill out of her mouth. She speaks of him like he's Arceus, treats him like tomorrow's the last day he'll ever live.

And maybe it will be. Because if he keeps it up, my hands might just accidentally end up around his throat.

"Drew?" Her soft, melodious voice snaps me away from my nasty thoughts. She's alone now, sitting beside me on a dried up log. No sight of her boyfriend. Probably off screwing with some other chick.She mindlessly twirls her brown her with one hand while digging her bare feet into the hot sand. I can hear her voice wavering between worry and fear. "Is there something wrong? You look like you're about to kill somebody."

I force out a laugh. Ironic she would ask that. I'm about to tell her not to worry, but something stops me.

Why lie again?

Why tell her there's nothing to worry about when there is something to worry about. Why tell her that I'm happy the way things are, the way she's a part of his stupid game. Why would I? It wouldn't be fair for either of us.

Maybe I could save her, even if it hurts her in the process.

I take a deep breath, avoiding her gaze. A part of me is cowering in fear for her reaction; the other is longing to be with her like we used to be. Just friends chilling after Contests, playfully arguing after every win or loss. We would take turns paying for snacks, lie together on a picnic sheet on the grass and watching the night sky together with our Pokémon. My heart clenches at the thought of our memories, washed away by her boyfriend.

"May." I look up to meet her attentive, cerulean eyes. I push myself to continue. "I'm worried. I'm scared. I'm not superman."

"Of course you aren't superman." May laughs. Punching my arm, she adds, "Mr. Rose scared? That's a first."

"May." I need her to understand. I don't want to have this same, sad conversation twice. "I'm not kidding around here. I'm worried for you May. Brendan-"

"What about him?" Of course May would get defensive. When she believes in somebody, she protects them at all costs. Even if it means having a fight with her own best friend. "Misty's already told me she hates him, if you're wondering. But you guys don't know the real him."

No, but neither do you. Instead I answer back carefully, choosing each word with caution. "I don't hate him May... Just hear me out, okay?"

"You're my best friend, and we have been for years ever since your first contest. We're more than just rivals. I'm just trying to look out for you because I care." I pause once, letting my words sink in. "There are rumors about him and honestly? I don't trust him. Everyone has flaws but-"

"So you're judging him from rumors you hear. What kind of a person are you?" She's upset, I could see it. There's a raging fire behind her watering eyes. The thought of making her feeling anything negative makes me shrivel up inside and lose the confidence of a Top Coordinator. "Are you saying that all rumors are true? They're called rumors for a reason, Drew! Who are you to judge? If rumors are all true, than are the ones saying that I'm a whore sleeping with Brendan, Ash, and you real too?"

Ouch. But it's too late to back out of the conversation and pretend it never happened. "No, May. But I can see with my own eyes. I've seen things. God May, I'm not telling you to dump him. I'm saying keep your own eyes open. I can't watch for you on my own."

"And you don't have to. It's my life Drew." She gets up, aggravated. She hits the sand off her romper, sending dust to fly all over the place. "Look, thanks for 'caring', alright? But... Give him a chance. Please? I really like him, and he really cares for me. You're my best friend Drew, but you can't control my life." Her phone suddenly rings from her pocket. I could tell its Brendan by the way her face lights up when she sees the number. They have a quick conversation and she hangs up and turns to me apologetically. "Look, I have to go meet Brendan to watch some Nicolas Sparks' book based movie. I think he was saying it was the "Notebook". See you around?"

"Sure." But she doesn't even hear the single word that I choked on. May's already meters away, dashing toward wherever they're meeting. Dashing towards another lie.

There's no point sitting on this log anymore. No more May here to watch secretly. I get up and walk back to the Pokémon centre.

I'm suddenly hit with a scent I would know anywhere. I turn my head to see a rosebush, blossoming with beautiful blood red roses. Out of instinct, I reach out for a rose to give to her. I retract my hand when I'm inches away from the best one.

Just like how I chicken out every time I'm about to tell her I love her.


So this is kind of a piece of writing to get something off my chest. One of my best friends is falling for a guy whose lost virginities to so many girls. I know for a fact he's cheated a few times too. I try to tell her to be careful like but... Well, it just goes in one ear and out the other. :\ Aw well. Title kind of based off of "Good Girl" by Carrie Underwood.

I know it's not the best, and I'm aware of it. I'm better with past tense…

^^ thanks for reading! Oh btw, this was all written while I was on a 10 hour plane ride on my phone. Woot woot. Another woot for challenging myself for writing in present tense.

Please leave a review, and check out my Titanic based story called "My Heart Will Go On"! Contestshipping, of course :).

P.S. - I have absolutely nothing against Brendan as a character. I just needed random name quickly, and he's the first that popped in mind.