Hullo, FFN! Welcome to my fanfiction, and I hope that you would enjoy reading it! If you don't, that's okay too. I'll do my best to do daily updates on this. (This chapter is a repost from my old account, which I left for certain reasons. I did some minor editing to this.)

This story will be entirely in Drew's point of view.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon in any way.

This thing called love.

People describe it as this absolutely wonderful feeling that can turn the Apocalypse into Heaven. Thousands of millions of songs and hundreds of billions of books have been written describing how utterly fabulous and miraculous love is. How them and their special somebody can spend day after day mooning over each other until 'death do them part'.

I personally think it's Hell.

Love is hot and hard to breathe in and you're under the control of somebody else. And telling somebody you love them will get your heart blown up into a million pieces or getting your heart shattered into a billion shards.

So why am I in it? Why am I in love?

Why is one of the most reasonable guys in the world, Drew Hayden, in love?

Why am I in love with the densest, most possibly stupidest girl ever known?

Why am I in love with May Maple?

Maybe love isn't the right word. I think it's more like obsession.

I've tried to get out of it and find a different girl, but I've failed and failed hard. Even dating more beautiful girls, more popular girls, heck, I've even gone so far as dating May-lookalikes. But nothing can get my head off May and her May-ness.

I fell in love when I was ten. Now I'm sixteen. It's been six years since I've fallen in love with her. Six years. I've had six years to get out of the hole that I've fallen in, and I've failed miserably.

And I don't think anything can get me out. It's like, every time I'm with her, everything in the world is….right. Even the wars going on in Kanto. Even if I had to skip a date with a girlfriend just to see her for a moment. Everything is right. I feel happy, and she's happy too. The world is right.

…That was really cliche, wasn't it?

…

…

Oh gosh.

I sound like Romeo.

No. I'm worse then Romeo.

I'm screwed.

I can't be with her. May's…well…better than me. I don't deserve her at all. She's one of the most famous coordinators of the century, a prodigy trainer who won the Cup at twelve years old, with beautiful blue eyes and that rare brown hair that never looks the same on anybody else. And even though she's regarded as a child prodigy in all sorts of ways, May can still make the silliest mistakes that make her an idiot.

May is the perfectest stupidest girl I've ever met.

And I'm…well…just an average sixteen year old. I'm not as famous anymore. I quit coordinating when I was thirteen because my dad wanted me to take over his shop that he's never at. Whenever somebody hears my name, all most people remember that I was 'that obnoxious ten-year-old who tucked his shirt into his pants'. (Pshaw. What was I thinking?) The only people who do remember me are those obsessive fangirls that latched on me when I was ten. Some of them still try to, they think that they have a bigger chance of getting me since I'm less famous. But the thing is, I'm not interested in them at all, I have someone else I'm captured by.

Even though I've changed so much, May and I are still communicating with each other. We still send each other messages over our PokéNavs. Sometimes she calls me. May hasn't changed a bit from six years ago. And I've even tried avoiding her just so I could fall out of love with her. But May just freaking visits so she can talk to me, which only makes things worse.

A part of me wants to stop messaging and calling altogether, just so she can come over and visit me. But the more sane part of me quickly snuffs out those thoughts.

Speaking of calling…

I think May's coming over to live with me.

I think.

Don't get any weird ideas or anything. An hour ago, May called me. We talked for a while but May quickly took over the conversation and began talking on and on about a competition she was going to compete in. I wasn't really listening to what she was saying (because I was listening to the sound of her voice. I'm such a creep, ugh.) and suddenly she asked if she can live with me.

"So, can I live with you?" May asked through the phone.

"W-w-what?" I sputtered. Where did that come from?

"I don't want to stay at the PokéCenter for a month; it's going to bother them. You're one of my best friends. Can I stay at your house? Just for a month?" she asked again.

"Sure," I said before I could stop myself. Just like every time I gave her a rose.

"Yay! Thank you, Drew!" I could hear her smile through the phone.

"Great. I'll have to feed three mouths then…me, you, and you." I teased. I couldn't help it, it was fun to annoy May. And I was still somewhat in shock about the situation, and sarcasm is a natural defense, right?

"Hey! I don't eat that much…" May complained. "…Okay, maybe I kinda do. But you're mean, Drew!"

And the two of us chatted for a while, talking about Solidad's and Harley's marriage, her Skitty and how it refused to evolve for ages, and various other things.

"Oh, the train's here!" May said from the other end. "I have to go now."

"Oh, okay." I responded. I could hear a loud click-clacking noise coming from the phone, and I figured that it was the train."

"Bye Drew, I'll see you tomorrow!" She said, and hung up. I closed the connection with a click.

So that's the conversation that happened an hour ago. May's coming tomorrow.

I flopped face down on my bed. Am I supposed to be happy or afraid? Both? I really wished Dad could come home, I didn't want to be in this oversized house all by myself with May and a handful of servants.

Man up, Drew. Your dad's not going to take care of your problems. He never will, he's been out traveling all over the place, researching Pokemon for medicine since the beginning of time. Dad's never been around for you.

Enough about your dad. May's coming tomorrow. May's coming tomorrow.

Oh gosh, I wonder what will happen.