Okay, so, like.. Super short, i know. Just something that popped into my mind just as I was playing Dissidia. ;]
DiSCLAiMER: I DO NOT own pokemon or its characters in any way at all, legal or illegal.
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Ding-dong
Stupid doorbell.
I looked at the faint glowing green light of the digital clock beside me, "11:50".
Ding-dong
Go answer it yourself.
Ding-dong
Why can't someone invent some kind of an automatic door so that I wouldn't have to get up?
Diiiing-dong
"Fine! Fine! I'm coming!!" I grumbled out of bed, "Who the hell are you, anyway? Do you even know what time it is?! Stupid non-automatic door…Aagh!"
Stupid fanny pack! How'd it get on the floor, anyway?
"First thing I do when I get home is to blackmail Max into making me an easy-to-carry automatic door…"
I fumbled with the light switch, got hold of the doorknob, and pulled it open.
"Hello?" I asked airily. This better be worth my getting up late at night…
I looked left and right; no one's there. "Look, if this is just some lame scheme to make me lack my beauty sleep and Harley's the mastermind of it all, then-"
It was just there: a huge bouquet of roses.
"What the-" is this some kind of a hologram? Maybe they're poisoned!!
I picked it up to inspect for a card. A cute pink paper square was hidden amongst the beautifully arranged forest.
I went back inside and gently extracted the expensive-looking card from the flowers. I opened it up and it read:
Dear May,
Yes, these are REAL roses. These are not some hologram things. This is NOT -I repeat- NOT POiSONED!
And yes, it's from me, Drew.
Look carefully, May. Yes, there are 12 flowers. But there's one that's out of place.
I looked and sure enough, there was one. A jewel rose was at the middle of it all. It didn't really surprise me 'cause I knew that Drew was all rich - rich and famous - and I happened to know that his dad owns this fancy-pants company and lives in a fancy-pants mansion and that his mom owns the largest collection of fancy-pants cooking ingredients - I don't even wanna know why it's cooking ingredients and not fancy-pants bags or fancy-pants jewelry or fancy-pants convertibles. Surely this one rose was just part of the loose change he keeps at his fancy-pants pocket.
Yes, May, this is just a part of the loose change I have in my pocket. So what? It still costs big - for you, now me.
I know you're terribly wondering why I put this fake rose –by the way, it is made of real sapphire and emerald, so don't ever lose it!- with the other real ones and I know how your dense brain couldn't understand any of it. So I'm just going to write it in the simplest way I know.
May, I love you.
And I will keep on loving you until the last one wilts.
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