"Here's another story I'm going to try out. This idea just somehow "magically" appeared in my head, so I'm going to make use of the idea, no flames please, just well rounded criticism. Thanks everyone! I don't own pokemon!"

~Contestshipping Luver~

BEFORE READING: (Edit from 7/24/2015) This story is good, I promise, but in all honesty, I had absolutely no clue where this story was going when I first started it. It REALLY picks up at around chapter 7, so at least give it until there if this first chapter seems "boring." If it's still not interesting, then, alrighty then...you gave it a fair chance! And for that, I thank you. :D

Forget me not

Chapter 1: Ghost

"Look it's him!" A woman squealed.

"Eeeeek!"

And in no time at all he was surrounded by a crowd of squealing women and teenage girls. Asking for autographs, hugs, kisses, etc, the usual.

He simply waved them away, making an opening out of the crowd, walking out; the crowd watching him go in a daze, as if they've never seen anyone be able to walk before.

Who was he? Who made other men jealous without even trying? Who on Earth could possibly cause so many of the opposite sex, to stare and chase after him in lust? None other than twenty-six year old Andrew Hayden, Drew for short. You really couldn't blame him for attracting so many females, he was quite the looker. He had a well defined jaw, a well toned body, his hair: a perfectly styled mess, and the feature that had girls at his feet: his striking emerald eyes. Leading anyone, who dare got lost in them, into an endless sea of green.

"That was exhausting." Drew let out a heavy gust of air escape his lungs, plopping onto his hotel bed. It took him five hours to get from the contest building to his room, which was only a few yards apart. It's really hard to go places if you're being mauled by hormone- crazed women every five feet.

Drew closed his eyes, letting himself fall into his mind's thoughts. He first thought about, what kind of move combinations he should use for the next contest, then, how he was going to get through town without getting mauled, and lastly, May. His thoughts always somehow led up to the thought of her, the memory of her. There was never a day where he never once thought about her, and that day will probably never come.

He often talked to Solidad about his thoughts; those conversations too, eventually came to center around May. During many of those conversations, Solidad had told him that he needed to find her again, he needed to see her. He shook his head at this. Yes, it was probably true that he needed to see her at least just once, but he doubted he would ever find her again. He had already tried searching for her several times on his Flygon, searching by the skies, failing to ever find her.

He had to admit that he was probably hopelessly forever in love with her; she seemed like the first, and the last person he will ever love in his life. He had dated several other women, most of them drop dead gorgeous, but he never felt the same love for any of them as he did for her. He broke up with most of them within a few weeks; he just didn't feel right with them. Sometimes he wondered if fate had destined him to be hopelessly alone… forever.

The ghost of her memory…. haunted him.

"Blaze!" A certain someone's Blaziken cried.

"Good job Blaziken. You can go and play now." A middle aged woman approved.

"Blaze!" Blaziken ran off into the field to join a game of soccer that the other pokemon had started.

The woman sighed in satisfaction, taking a seat under an old oak tree. She watched her pokemon kick the ball around, her Milotic scoring a goal, getting high fives, or high tails, from the others.

You may be wondering who this woman is, I presume? She's twenty-five year old May Maple. The very person who carries the missing half of Drew Hayden's heart. She was beautiful in her own little way, she had smooth skin, a small, but well portioned body, breasts softly rounded, silky hair, and her stomach flat, but her best feature was all her own. She had brilliant cerulean eyes, or "eyes of the deep sea", as Drew had called them when they were younger.

She glanced up at the sky, watching the clouds pass by, until one had caught her eye.

It was a cloud in the form of a white and fluffy "D".

Upon seeing it, her train of thought immediately changed its course, chugging down the tracks to the thought of Drew.

She missed him dearly, after all, it has been 11 years since she had seen him, but that was as much as she would admit, even just to herself. She still couldn't quite yet place her finger on the thought of actually loving him.

"Maybe… I just kind of like him?" She would often think to herself, when her thoughts ended up on Drew, trying to keep away from the idea of loving him.

It wasn't that she didn't want to love him; it was just the idea that someone like Drew would never fall for someone like her, that kept repelling her. She had always thought of him as the player type, but soon found him not to be over time. Even though that factor was eliminated, she still doubted that he would ever fall for someone like her, let alone, love her.

She sighed.

She always got overwhelmed when she thought about Drew. It is a pretty heavy and deep topic for her.

Loving Drew, that was what always got her, she was told that she must be in love with him by many people, Harley, Solidad, Dawn, Misty, Ash (yes, he may be dense, but he accused her anyway, probably just because everyone else had said so.), people passing by, fans, you name it! Practically everyone was accusing her of the matter, which she objected against in desperation, making her reaction quite a show to see.

Her Guardevior came over, taking a seat next to May, giving her a look of concern, sensing her sudden mood and emotion change.

"Guar…?" Guardevior put her hand on May's shoulder in concern.

"I'm fine Guardevior. Thank you." May tried her best to smile at Guardevior.

"Guar." Guardevior nodded, and went back to play.

May sat for a moment, her thoughts still on Drew.

"Why do I feel like Drew's right next to me whenever I get to feeling this way? It's like the ghost of his memory is haunting me or something…" May leaned her head back against the tree.

"Why can't I forget him/her and just move on?" They both demanded of themselves.

"Thanks for reading guys! I'll try to get the next chapter come rolling in soon! Tell me what you think! I really need some feedback; this is the first time I've done a story in this kind of format! So… please review my dear readers!"

~Contestshipping Luver~