Summary: AU: When May Maple wakes up after a one nightstand she doesn't remember and Drew Hayden finds himself utterly attracted to her and tries everything to make her his even though she's in a well going relationship, it can't get any worse. Right?

Disclaimer: I don't own anything 'cause I'm a loser. :'(

The Ugly Truth

ONE

Prologue

Clack, Clack. Clatter.

She turned to the right.

Clatter, clatter. Clack.

She turned to the left.

Clatter, clack, clonk.

"Damn!"

Now May was officially awake and it did not make her happy in the least. Rather, it was the opposite. She began to hate this morning. For various reasons: First, her head felt like it was about to explode, second, those incredibly loud noises (wherever they were coming from) worsened aforementioned headache and third, her pillows felt undeniably unfluffy today and they were always fluffy. That, she had made sure while buying them half a year ago. So why the gosh darned Hell were these pillows so uncomfortable?

One last time she turned to the other side, noting that it wasn't a very clever idea. The sun's rays were directly hitting her face, causing her brain to throb painfully against her skull. Or so it felt. This, however, was rather odd because in all those years she had lived in her small apartment in the north of Petalburg the sun had never shone on her face from this ankle. First the pillows and now this? Something was off, she could practically smell it.

Lazily May opened up her eyes to confirm her in the morning not really well working mind was only playing tricks on her and she would be waking up in the exact same room as she always did. To her misery, that was not the case. The room she was in did not resemble hers at all. The only thing similar was the fact that it had a bed in it. The rest was completely different; clothes were scattered all over the ground (some of them she recognized as her own) as were books, papers and a lot of other things. To say it shortly, the whole thing was nothing but a mess.

Desperately trying to find a clue as to where she was, May sat up and skimmed through the room. Luck did not seem to be with her. Apart from her clothes, all of her surroundings stayed as unfamiliar as they had been before.

Wait. . . . clothes?

Slowly her eyes wandered downward. She was stark naked.

She couldn't have. Could she?

As panic began to arise in her body, her gaze flashed to the door which was left ajar. Noises still kept coming from the other side.

Almost as if in slow motion, she tilted her head to the left, bit by bit revealing the other side of the door. A man was standing in a kitchen, currently seeming to make some coffee. Her eyes were now doubled in size. Not because this man's hair color was apparently apple green, but because of the fact that he wasn't wearing anything besides boxer shorts.

Clack, Clack. Clatter.

What the heck had happened the previous night? Why was she in a foreign bed in a foreign apartment with her clothes being anywhere but on her body and a foreign, almost naked man in a foreign kitchen?!

May was not stupid, she knew fairly well why. It was all her fault. Of that, she was sure. Although, it seemed kind of weird – May knew from Soledad that April went to parties, but promised never to bring men home or vice versa.

Had she broken her word?

From the look of her surroundings, May decided that she had. Yet, what was she going to do now? Especially since there was still that half naked grass head behind the door.

She sighed, toying with the idea of simply dressing herself and leaving the apartment without saying one word to the stranger in the kitchen. But exactly in that second something else caught her attention. It was a call from said stranger in the kitchen.

"Hey! Are you awake?"

In an instant, May threw herself back on the bed, hid under the blanket and pretended to sleep. She wasn't even remotely ready to face that guy yet – if at all.

"Hey!"

She heard how the door opened with a painfully loud squeak and heavy footsteps approached her. The wooden floor creaked under him as he kneed down to May and patted her shoulder.

"C'mon, get up already." His voice sounded deep but smooth to May and she liked his friendly tone. Carefully she lifted the sheets to get a proper view of the man. He smiled when she looked at him, which made his features even more gorgeous than they would normally appear, May noted. But the most fascinating thing about him seemed to be his silky green hair and matching eyes. On every other person it would have looked completely unnatural - ugly even - but to him, it seemed to completely belong.

It was then, May realized that she wasn't merely taking a look anymore, but gawking at the guy. She flushed, feeling suddenly stupid and unsure of what to say. Yet, to May's delight, it didn't look like she had to, since Grass Head began to talk again.

"You don't look too good," he stated and smiled sympathetically. "Would you fancy a coffee?"

May winced. Her headache was getting worse. "Make it strong."

The man let out a tiny chuckle, before getting up and heading back for the kitchen.

About five minutes later, May stood on the threshold to the kitchen, completely dressed, while a steaming coffee already waited for her on a dark wooden table along with the green haired stranger, who was still wearing nothing but boxer shorts and currently smearing butter on a slice of toast. She was anxious. What was she supposed to say in a situation like this? What was she supposed to do?

I shouldn't be here in the first place, a voice in the back of her head snarled, frustrated. May decided to ignore it and shuffled as casually as possible toward the table and sat down. The delicious scent of coffee started to fill her nose, but for some reason she didn't dare touch it. The idea of simply leaving flashed back through her head; she felt that it was already too late for that, though.

"Aren't you drinking that?" Grass Head asked, suddenly appearing at the other end of the table and shooting her a look lying somewhere in between confusion and amusement.

"Oh", May began and was pretty sure she looked like she was as excited about what she was going to say as the man in front of her. And she was. After a few attempts that all ended in heavy stuttering, however, she let it be and simply took a sip of her coffee, which was everything but nice and hot by now. Ignoring the urge to spit it all out again, she discreetly put the mug back on the table and swallowed.

Ugh. Lukewarm coffee.

But before May was able to scrunch up her face in disgust, muffled snorts of laughter began to fill the room. Confusedly May looked up.

"What?" she blurted, a little more agitated that she had intended to.

"It's just-" he suppressed another laugh "- you make funny faces!"

At that, May found herself agape. Who did this guy think he was?

And she couldn't help but wonder – where one nightstands always like this these days? If so, she was glad she never had one. Until now, anyway.

"Whatever" She cleared her throat awkwardly. "You never told me your name."

The laughter suddenly stopped and amusement changed into bewilderment. "Yes, I did." He gave her an odd look. "Yesterday."

"Really?" May laughed sheepishly, once again feeling very stupid. "I never-"

"You don't remember," Grass Head then suddenly said. It was a statement, not a question.

May was caught. Now her laughter also vanished, leaving her face with a bleakness she knew all too well. She had had this expression a lot in the past few years when it came to this subject. And as always the same, stern questions were gnawing at her. Could she tell him? Was he trustworthy enough to tell him about her and April and all the things that had happened? All about it?

She made the decision she mostly came to when debating these. No. No, she couldn't.

She had to admit, it wasn't really hard this time, though. Grass Head was a complete stranger who she would probably never see again. Why let him know unnecessary which weren't his business whatsoever?

Quickly, May changed back into sheepishly-laughing-mode. "I guess after drinking all that alcohol I must've forgotten." He didn't look like he was buying it. "Would you mind telling me again?"

"It's Drew."

"Nice to meet you, Drew."

There was silence. Not those silences where two people look each other in the eye and confessing their undying love without uttering a single May knew from countless chick-flicks but the awkward kind. Truth be told, she wasn't sure which she would prefer at that moment.

"By the way," Drew said after a pause. "Your mother called."

"What?"

"Your cell rang at eight o'clock but I found you still needed sleep, so I picked and it was your mother."

If May had thought the situation up until now was weird and uncomfortable already, she didn't know what this was.

"W-what did she say?"

"She asked me who the Hell I was." May couldn't help herself. She snickered. Whereas Drew's face remained apathetic. "She also called you May."

May's giggling worsened. "What else would she call me? It's my name"

"Yesterday," he began, his voice a tiny notch colder than before. "You said your name was April."

May stiffened. This was not good. Her cover was blown and she needed to think of a way to make her story believable again. Whatever her story was.

Yet, Drew didn't look like he wanted to let her do that, because he continued with his story. "Also a guy named Brendan called. When I told both, him and your mother, that I don't know 'May', but April they were suddenly very nervous."

"So what if I told you a fake name? This is just a one nightstand – maybe I didn't want you to know my real name."

That had Drew taken aback, who was currently opening and shutting his mouth like goldfish when gaping for air.

May felt a smirk curling up her lips. That showed this guy for suspecting random things about someone like her. No matter how true it might have been. Even though she highly doubted he'd been following the right trait.

"If you'd excuse me," she said and lifted herself from the chair. "I'm going home now."

Slowly and very casually she picked up her bag and slipped into her coat, while Drew just continued to stare. He only started to move when May's hand was already on the door handle and about to leave the apartment.

"Take this," he almost shouted, holding out a small white business card.

Andrew S. L. Hayden, Marketing Executive, it read. Underneath was the logo plus address from some company that sold energy drinks. As far as May remembered you wouldn't exactly call them tasty.

She shot him a questioning look. Rolling his eyes, he turned the card around, revealing the scribbled number of a cell phone.

"It's mine," he then said. "Maybe we could take a drink some time." He tried his best to look indifferent, but May was sure she had spotted a faint pink flush on his cheeks.

"Maybe," she merely answered, but took the card anyway.

"See you."

"Maybe," she repeated and a tiny smile graced her lips as she did so.

A/N: So, this is the end of the first chapter. I know it's way short, especially when compared to my usual amount but this is just the prologue (kind of), so please don't mind. Also my throat hurts and I'm coughing all the time and all I wanted is to stop writing. :/

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:clears throat: I wish you all a happy new year. :)

Yours sincerely,

The supreme (and sick) Ruler of the Universe