This is my first story so…yeah it's really bad. And I know that Drew gives May thornless RED roses but let's just pretend that he gives her yellow ones in my fic, kay? I'd like to dedicate this story to prettygirl17! Sorry I didn't do better. Enjoy the sucky result of my inspiration!
May's POV
I breathed in; inhaling the sweet scent of the yellow roses surrounding me. It had been very quiet since I had parted with Ash and Brock. Max had also departed on a journey of his own. I sat in my quaint house in Littleroot Town and twirled a single yellow rose between my fingers. Yep, a yellow rose. Why does Drew always give me these things? I swear; the flipping vase I store them in is going to collapse under the weight of the flowers. And where does he get them from anyway? I thought he was in Johto…
I exhaled quickly; blowing a few strands of my brown hair out of my face. Even though he was cocky, annoying, kind of stuck-up, critical, and above all arrogant, he was still a close friend of mine. The guy may sometimes have an ego the size of China, but I still respected him. After all, he was a coordinator like me and was pretty darn good at it too. He also lent me a hand whenever I needed one.
Drew didn't need to send me roses through the post to tell me that he valued our friendship. But I knew that that wasn't the case with me. I valued our friendship of course but I don't think my increased heart rate and blush whenever I see him is a sign of friendship. Damn him. Despite all the times when he angered me, he never failed to make me smile afterwards with his roses. Which was exactly what I did when I saw the yellow roses tipped with red in the mailbox.
It's short and a bit of a rant…by the way red-tipped yellow roses mean friendship and falling in love. Constructive criticism greatly appreciated; no flames please! Even though it's a bad story…yeah.