Stolen

Summary: James is mad at Drew for stealing the idea of roses. They battle it out with May as referee. Maybe contestshipping.

"Hey you, Rival Twerp!" exclaimed James on a street with nobody there but Drew. "I've got a bone to pick with you!"

"May's somewhere shopping, " said Drew.

"No! I mean you, Spinach-Head!" James screamed.

"Me?" asked Drew incredulously. "What did I ever do to you?"

"You were a twerp," started James. "You hung out with the other twerps that I really hate, you prevented us from taking the lechae berries-"

Drew cut off, "They're pronounced liechi."

"WHATEVER!" yelled James. "Continuing, you foiled our plan with Harley, you rescued the second Twerpette, you rescued the other Twerps, and most importantly, YOU STOLE MY ROSE IDEA!!!"

Drew laughed, "Is this what it's all about? Roses? Well, I didn't steal your idea."

"I want to battle you for the copyright of this idea," said James. Drew rolled his eyes.

"Whatever," said Drew coolly. "Go, Butterfree!"

"Oh!" exclaimed May, suddenly coming out of the closest store. "Is this a Pokémon battle? Could I referee?"

"Okay," said James. "Cacnea, I choose you!"

May pulled two flags out of nowhere. Drew laughed.

"Laugh now, will you?" asked James. "You won't be anymore when I'm finished with you! Cacnea, use Needle Arm!"

It missed and Drew said, "Pathetic! Butterfree, use Gust!"

Gust hit. Drew's fan club, which had suddenly filed in, burst into cheers.

"Wow! What a tight match!" exclaimed May. "Not! Cacnea has fainted! The winners are Drew and his Butterfree!"

Drew's fan club got louder and eventually carried him off.

"May, it would be nice if I got A LITTLE HELP HERE!!!" yelled Drew.

May shouted, "Hey! What's an impersonator doing impersonating Drew?"

The fan girls dropped Drew and ran off to find the "real" one. May helped him up.

"Thanks," said Drew.

"No problem," said May. "Want to go train for the upcoming contest?"

Drew said, "Sure."

And the two coordinators walked into the sunset holding hands. It was the perfect romantic moment…

Except for the loud wailing of James in the background, but that's okay.

Just a little blurb that will describe my future insanity. Criticizm welcome, but not the meaningless type. It isn't supposed to make sense.

-Kay