My first attempt in writing poetry. Enjoy!

It was a chilly winter evening in the city of Petalburg. Snow lightly fell from the sky. The ground and trees were covered by thick layers of snow.

Somewhere in the Maple household was a sapphire-eyed brunette sitting on her bed, typing away on her laptop. Accompanying her was a green-eyed grasshead. May looked satisfied with her work and put her laptop to sleep. She took a glance at the clock. It was time.

"Drew, I'm heading out." May said with a smirk on her face, which went unnoticed by Drew, and grabbed a red coat before heading for the door.

Drew raised a hand signaling that he heard. May kept the smirk and shut the door behind her to head to her destination.

Drew made sure the coast was clear. He walked up to where May's laptop was and opened it. What he saw is what surprised him.

It was a poem.

For him.

Roses are red

Your eyes are green

They shine so bright

Like they're the most beautiful things I've ever seen.

I get discouraged,

Because of you.

But I know what you're trying to do,

And I appreciate that, Drew.

You say the roses are for Beautifly,

But there's no need to be shy.

I know the message you're trying to send,

I love you, will you be mine?

If you want the answer to that question,

Only I have the answer in my possession.

Go behind the contest hall if you must,

For Beautifly will guide you with her silver wind and gust.

I know you're reading this, Drew.

I specifically wrote this poem for you.

For it is I, the one and only May,

Can and will slowly start to fade away.

Drew, it's now or never,

Or this is goodbye from me to you forever.

For Brendan will come ask me out tonight at nine,

Come, before it's too late for you to say

"Back off, she's mine."

-May

By the time Drew finished reading, it was 8:55. Drew's eyes widened and rushed for the door. When he opened it, he was met by a flying bug with big blue eyes and colorful wings.

It was Beautifly.

"Beautifly, lead me to where May is." Drew commanded as the flying bug type did as she was told. Beautifly created a trail for Drew using her silver wind and gust attacks.

He finally reached the end of the trail and saw a figure in a red coat with its arms crossed, leaning on a wall. He saw another figure also clad in red approaching the one leaning on the wall. The second figure in red finally reached the one leaning on the wall. He was about to say something when something cut him off.

"Back off, she's mine."

It was Drew.

"Now go before I make you, Brendan." He spat and with that, Brendan hid somewhere to watch what was going to happen next. But not before the figure in red gave him a 20 which went unnoticed by our favorite grasshead we all know and love because of the darkness and the thick white layers of snow falling everywhere.

"Thanks for the help, Beautifly. Return!" The figure in red said as she took out a pokeball and the flying bug was sucked into it by a red beam of light.

"You planned this, didn't you?" Drew asked but he already knew the answer.

May just smiled innocently.

"I already know your answer. But I will ask anyway." Drew whispered in her ear and trapped her in between his arms and the wall, closing all the thinkable escape routes she could take.

"I love you, will you be mine?"

And with that, May answered the most childish answer there is to situations like this.

"Maybe."

Should I write a sequel to this or just leave you to your own conclusion? So sorry I haven't updated or posted anything in like, forever. I still don't know what's gonna happen in my other story but inspiration will come eventually. This is just a little something that's been bugging me to write it. Reviews are greatly appreciated!

-PIKA OUT!