Author's Note

Before I even begin this horrible thing, I should say that I have NOT written any fanfiction or really any writings outside of required school writings in over a year. What you are about to read is an attempt to get me back into writing more than anything. If I epically fail and you do not like what you are about to read, I do apologize. This is also an attempt to make me feel better and make it up to my friend for failing to write a fanfiction I promised her. Constructive criticism is welcome, just avoid being a jerk about it. I'm a sensitive wimp and so I do not take rude comments very well. I apologize.

And so we begin with Contestshipping!

When May was a young girl and a hopeless romantic, she always assumed that one day she would find her beautiful prince charming and live happily ever after. She assumed she would meet a sweet, adorable, yet extremely good looking boy who would get her chocolate and flowers on Valentine's Day and take her out to fancy, expensive dinners. She thought she would fall in love with someone who would compliment her, support her, and make her feel special.

So how in the actual hell was she standing on a porch, holding a red rose with a letter attached to it, pondering her feelings for an arrogant, conceited, insulting, unlovable, irritating, yet hot and unreasonably talented grasshead? Seriously, it was like Arceus or whatever Pokemon deity in charge of love just pointed to the most annoying person they could find and said "Here, fall in love with that one."

May shook her head, remembering that she still had an irritating letter to read. She unfolded it, thinking that he probably chose this day of all days to tease her about her single life or how he would beat her in the next contest or...something.

For some odd reason, she was surprised by what he wrote.

May,

I'm going to save you the trouble of sending me your love confession because I know you're such an airhead that I'll be waiting for you until next year... No, strike that. I'll be waiting for another ten years. Seriously, I've been waiting seven years, June. What's taking you so long?

It took seven years of self-control practices to restrain herself from ripping the damn note in half right there. Seriously, what made him think that she had even wanted to confess to him for the past seven years? What made him think that she ever had any intention of telling him that she was in love with him? And that wasn't even all of it...

Anyway, since you're slow as ever, I'll just have to confess for you. Try not to scare the entire Pokemon Center with your screams of joy, okay?

I love you, May. I have loved you for... at least five years. Maybe more. Probably ever since you beat me in the Kanto Grand Festival.

Now that that's out of the way, I'll make this simple: We're going on a date tonight. Meet me at eight at the Pokemon Center door. Wear...whatever you girls wear on dates. I'll be waiting.

Drew

May stood there in shock for what had to be an hour as what he wrote sunk in.

Drew was in love with her. Arrogant, stuck up, unlovable, insulting Drew had just sent her a confession of love.

He was basically saying that she was going to go on a date with him tonight, no questions asked.

Suddenly she was doubled over laughing, one hand clutching the railing as she laughed so hard it hurt, so loud that Nurse Joy had to look outside to make sure she wasn't dying. Laughing because she knew Drew better than he thought. He wasn't typically the kind to write something this important in a letter. Everything important he had said to her, he had said to her in person. There was only one reason why he would send something this important via letter.

He was nervous. Drew of all people was nervous. The thought only made May laugh harder. She could imagine his face as he wrote the stupid thing, probably smirking like an idiot even though she bet his hands were sweating like crazy. Hell, maybe he was even blushing. Just the image of Drew blushing made May laugh even harder.

After an eternity of unreasonable laughter (in which she got several stares from disturbed couples), May finally calmed down enough to look back at the letter, a smile on her currently red face as she thought of the best way to reply.

A few hours later, a young man with disturbingly bright green hair and green eyes waited at the back of the Pokemon Center, waiting for a reply that he nervously feared wouldn't come. He had just started pacing when the back door opened and a Glaceon came running out with a letter in its mouth. Somehow he knew that was her Glaceon. She ran up to him happily, and, grinning more than any Pokemon probably should, gave the man the letter before cheerfully running off.

Drew

Take me to the most expensive restaurant in the area or I'm going right back.

Love you.

May

Soooo sorry if that sucked. I tried. It's been a while though. And that's my first time writing Contestshipping. Happy Valentine's Day!

I do not own Pokemon. If I did I might screw it up.