Miracle
A/N: If you've read my other story, and my favorite stories, you should know by now that I'm a die-hard Advanceshipper. However, this story is Contestshipping! Well, if you've ever heard "Miracle", you'd know why I chose Contestshipping over Advanceshipping.
A/N2: I forgot to mention, this story is told in May's POV. Enjoy!
IMPORTANT: This story is not a song-fic. The lyrics to the song don't match with the text, because the story is only inspired by the song, not based on it. So don't expect any lyrics in here.
I lay on my bed, all sprawled out. Sure, I had won at the Johto Grand Festival, beating Drew in the process. But the trophy now sitting on my desk wasn't why I was like this, in such a happy mood. No, it was the boy who I had just defeated, the one who had always been my rival, since the first year I became a trainer. His name was Drew LaRousse...and he had my heart. Pulling out a pink diary, I flipped it open to the next clean page, and began to write.
Dear Diary,
I honestly don't know when it happened; it's really quite confusing. When he had given me that first rose, I honestly thought it was for Beautifly. Then the next one came, and he said the same. I was suspicious, but I ignored it. After the third rose, I finally figured out that he liked me. At that time, I don't know how much he did, but I knew he liked me. Needless to say, I was overjoyed at the fact that a boy liked me.
But I couldn't be with him, even if I wanted. I had responsibilities, and those came before anything else. When I first became a trainer, I did it to travel, and I had no intention of actually battling. Then I met Ash, who helped me see the advantages of training Pokémon. Though at one point I thought I was in love with Ash, I learned that I was wrong.
We had become closer than I ever thought possible, which led me to believe that I loved him. How naïve I was back then...but I've learned since. I remember when we split the Terracotta Ribbon...that was a day to remember. That ribbon also supported my "love" for Ash. But as time passed, I grew to know that it represented our bond of friendship, and that we'll always be friends, no matter what. Though it doesn't help that the paparazzi always bring up the ribbon whenever I'm with Drew, which isn't exactly a good thing. Ash and Drew never saw eye-to-eye, that's the easiest way to put it, I guess.
I wonder where Ash is now...last I heard, he had entered the Sinnoh League, and made it into the second round. I wonder if he won, or if he got over-confident and lost. That doesn't matter, to him at least. He'll train, and train, and train, until he's the best. That's how Ash always has been.
But enough about Ash. I can't believe I spent that much time on Ash. I guess it's just been too long since we've seen each other. Now, where was I? Oh right, why I couldn't be with Drew. Besides the responsibility of being a trainer, I also was responsible for my little brother, Max. Sure, he can get on my nerves, but what little brother doesn't? Anyway, I had to look out for him, because mom and dad told me to, and that's all I needed to know.
So between being a trainer and looking after my little brother, my hands were full. I couldn't have a boyfriend, I had too much to do. After Ash won the Battle Frontier, though, that changed. When Max returned to Hoenn to start training, that took of a huge amount of responsibility. With a couple of Brock's recipes, I could easily look after all of my Pokémon. So now, without having tons of responsibility weighing me down, I could finally get a boyfriend. But that was put on hold too, because the Johto contests were even harder than the Kanto contests.
I didn't have to deal with battling Drew, because he had gone way ahead and won most of his ribbons before me. At first I was mad at him for making it so easy on me, but I learned why he did it at the Grand Festival; he wanted a real challenge, and by staying away from all my contests, he wouldn't know what to expect. That was his mistake, because that allowed me to beat him...but now, I don't know if he went easy on me or not.
I think he did go easy on me, because of what happened. Right after I got the trophy, I was as happy as I had ever been, up to that point. Naturally, the media was swarming me, taking pictures for the various magazines. For one of the pictures, I set the trophy on the ground and posed behind it. At the time, I didn't know that Drew was behind me, and was making embarrassing poses. When the camera crew started laughing though, I turned to see what was so funny. For a second I saw his green eyes and that smirk of his, and then I didn't. All I saw were his closed eyes, and I felt a pair of lips pressed against mine, with a pair of arms holding me in place. It's a good thing those arms were there, because my legs collapsed shortly after. The already loud cheering tripled in the volume, and I could hear the snapping of several cameras.
After that first kiss, I then knew true happiness. From that point forward, we stuck by each other, and kept it to a point that we were always within eyesight of one another. Naturally, all his fan girls got jealous of me, and did everything they could to try and break us up. Rumors spread faster than a Skarmory can fly, and some of them were pretty nasty.
But when the false words didn't work, they resorted to brute force; several of the girls gathered around us, and literally pulled us apart. The second we were separated, I was being pummeled to nothing, while Drew was being crushed under a mountain of the girls. Before I blacked out from the pain, I saw a Flygon appear above my head, and the next thing I knew I was riding on the Pokémon's back. We had to run away from them like that countless times; it was sad, having to run from your fans, just because they're jealous of you. At one point, I remember I did pass out, and when I woke up I was in a hospital. I remember his words, exactly;
"May, I'm so sorry this happened to you. I swear by the name of LaRousse, I will make sure that this will never, ever happen to you again, no matter what it takes." His voice carried a serious tone, which he rarely used. But that got me worried; whenever he swore on his name, he meant what he said. It's kinda scary whenever he does, because he makes sure that whatever he swore comes true. And in this case, it did.
After we got out of the hospital, there was the familiar mob of fans, trying to get our autographs and such. But just like last time, they got past the security, and began to tear us apart again. But before any of the envious fan girls could so much as scratch me, I saw three flashes of light. After the light faded to reveal what happened, three Pokémon were revealed, all Flying-types. I then heard Drew shout out something, which I will never forget;
"Masquerain, Bubble, and then Ice Beam on them! Butterfree, Gust on the frozen bubbles! Flygon, let's get out of here!" Drew spoke in a voice that was equivalent to a drill sergeant's. He didn't need to be so commanding; his Pokémon would have listened to him anyways. But before I knew what happened, I was on Flygon's back, and frozen bubbles were raining to the ground below. Drew turned to look back at me, and I really wish he didn't; his eyes were burning with a rage that I had never seen before. He must have seen I was scared, because the light in his eyes dimmed, and he was back to normal. Flygon wasn't, though, and was flying away from the area as fast as its wings could go. I don't remember what happened after that, because I buried my face in Drew's chest and cried myself to sleep.
I suppose I had been out for quite some time, because when I woke up, the sky was dark. I sat up, looking around. The last light of the sun was still visible on the horizon, but just barely. I turned to my left, seeing Drew. His head was facing the ground, and was rubbing his forehead. That's not like Drew; he's not the quiet type, and normally he would have said something when I woke up. I never did figure out why he was like that, because he avoids the topic every time I try to ask about it. When I do ask about it, all he does is grab me, kiss me, and tell me that he loves me. I do know it has something with what happened, but I'm not exactly sure. Maybe he's worried that someone got hurt...no, that can't be it, because they all ran away. I'll worry about it some other time. I think I should go see him, but this time I won't ask about it. If he doesn't want to talk about it, then I shouldn't ask.
"MAY, COME OUT OF YOUR ROOM!" Max shouted from downstairs.
"Just a minute!" I replied.
Well, diary, I guess that's all for now. Better go see what Max wants...
4/17
Finishing my entry, I closed up my diary and locked it, and returned it to its spot under my pillow. Taking a second to look in the mirror to make sure my hair was right, I then headed downstairs to see what Max wanted.
"So, little bro, whatcha need?" I asked, sitting myself in one of the chairs in the front room.
"Don't tell me you forgot. Well, that would be typical of you." He chuckled after finishing that. I promptly got out of my chair, walked over to him, and hit him upside the head.
"I knew that was going to happen. Anyway, back on topic. The news people are bad enough, but lately they've been bugging us like crazy. They don't go after dad as much since you won the Johto Grand Festival and I beat the Hoenn League. But lately, they've been trying to get to you, and not me. It's not like I'm jealous, you know I hate the media. But why are they after you so much? Did something happen?" The doorbell rang, but we ignored it. The media attacked us from the time we woke to the time the lights went out. After several more rings, Max rolled his eyes and answered the door.
Just as I guessed, a swarm of reporters awaited him. They asked him questions, none of which could be understood.
"I'm sorry, guys, but my sister can't talk to you right now, because she's busy." After saying that, Max closed the door on them. Several groans of disappointment were heard, followed by the sound of retreating footsteps.
"Thanks for the save. Don't they know when to give up?" I asked, putting my hands behind my head.
"No problem. But don't try to change the subject, May. Why are those psychos after you so much?" I sighed. No one in my family knew what happened at the Grand Festival. Max was busy competing in the Hoenn League, where mom and dad were watching him. And because we all despised the media equally, we never watched the news channel.
Sighing again, I stood up, detaching my pack. I unzipped one of the smaller pouches, and pulled out my wallet. Opening it up, I began flipping through the many pictures.
"What are you doing?" Max asked in an annoyed tone.
"Ah, here it is." I pulled out the picture that showed Drew kissing me. I blushed at the sight, causing Max to raise his eyebrow. I knew better than to just show it to him, because if we got into a fight he might use it as blackmail.
"Before I show this to you, promise you won't tell mom or dad." Max's eyes lit with interest. Whenever we told the each other not to tell mom or dad, it had to be something important.
"Promise." He said, looking me straight in the eye. That was how we told each other we meant it. Even if he meant it, I still had my doubts. I took another breath, and handed him the picture, face down.
The second I felt him take the picture, I returned to my chair. Something told me to run back to my room, and lock the door so I didn't have to hear what Max had to say. I ignored it, because I knew I would have to tell my parents, eventually. If I hid from my brother's reaction, what would I do when I told my parents?
I remained in the chair, twiddling with my fingers. Max must've known how uncomfortable I was, because he took his time turning over the picture.
"Just get it over with already..." I mumbled, now hiding my face in my hands.
"Sheesh, bossy much. Fine, then." I looked up, and saw the disbelief in his eyes.
"This can't be real." He said after what felt like hours.
"You wanted to know why the news is after me, and there it is. That's why they're after me. I bet Drew's going through the same thing right now."
"Yeah, and I bet he's loving it. You know how that guy loves the attention. Especially with all his fan girls, I bet he's-" That last part was too much.
"That was BEFORE he got a girlfriend!" I shouted at him. I expected him to shout back, but instead he started laughing. He rolled to the ground, holding his sides. A few hits by a pillow fixed that though.
"Okay, okay, stop it. I've had my fun. Seriously, though, I thought you two would never get together. I mean, did it take that much to get you to finally realize you felt the same?" My anger quickly diminished. There was no way I could win this. If I said yes, he'd call me stupid or something, but if I said no, then he'd pester me on why we didn't get together before then. I decided it was better to tell the truth than to lie.
"No, I've liked him for quite some time." I saw the smirk appear on his face.
"No, really? I would have never guessed. It was obvious you liked each other, but it was obvious that he wanted it to be more. But the way you two fight, it seemed that you hated him more than like him." I smiled.
"Max, you're simply too young to understand love." I always said that to tease him, but it was true.
"Like you know what love is?" I couldn't believe he said that.
"Max, did that picture not prove that to you?" I asked.
"It was just one kiss, that doesn't mean anything."
"Drew and I have been dating ever since the Grand Festival, Max. That was two months ago. From some of the things we've done, I'm sure I know what love is." My face turned crimson as I realized what I just said. He was equally surprised, but that didn't stop him.
"Oh, so you've already done...that?" He asked with a questioning look. He wasn't going to stop until he found out.
"Max, what do you take me for?! We haven't done that, as you call it, but we've done other things that I don't need to say here!" He rolled his eyes, apparently losing interest. I was thankful, because I really didn't want to discuss this any more. I retrieved my picture from the table he set it on, and returned it to my wallet.
"Oh, and before I forget; when you tell mom and dad, I suggest leaving out what you two have done together. I doubt either of them will like that very much, especially dad. He was expecting you and Ash to get together." I was surprised, that was the easiest way to put it.
"What?" That was all I could say. I could see Max was resisting the urge to laugh at me.
"Yeah, he told me when we got back home from my win at the Hoenn League. Well, it was kinda obvious. When you were cheering on Ash instead of him, and when you wanted to go to Kanto with Ash, even if it meant you couldn't compete in contests. Dad also told me that he thought you would have gone with Ash to Sinnoh."
"Wow...I had no clue..." I looked at the ground, suddenly finding it very interesting.
"Mom and dad fought like crazy over who they thought you should be with. When they met Drew, they acted normally, right? When no one was looking, their expressions changed. Dad looked ready to kill Drew, while mom gave him that 'I told you' look." It looked like our conversation would be lasting longer than I thought.
"Great, now I don't know if I can tell them now. I know mom wants us to be together, but if what you say is true, then dad is gonna flip." I groaned. The doorbell rang, and Max got up to answer the door. When I didn't hear the noisy reporters, my curiosity got the better of me. I peeked around the corner to see who it was, but Max blocked my vision. All I saw was a green tuft of hair, but that was all I needed.
"DREW!" I squealed, rushing past Max and onto him. Though he stumbled back a few feet, but he didn't fall down.
"Hello, May." He said in a casual tone.
"It's so good to see you again!" I increased my grip on him.
"That's what I say every morning when I look in the mirror." He laughed.
"That's mean. But I'll let you get away with it if you kiss me." I smiled, awaiting the kiss.
"I'm more interested in what you're going to do if I don't." He smirked.
"Fine then, jerk." I let go of him, and turned around.
"You know I'm just messing with you." His breath caused the hairs on the back of my neck to tingle. I found it very appealing to turn around and kiss him, but now it was my turn to toy with him.
"No you don't, you hate me." I pouted, crossing my arms.
"If I hated you, then would I have gotten you this?" If I wasn't so curious, then I wouldn't have looked. But, being as curious as my Skitty, I dropped the act and turned around to see what he got me. I felt the breath leave my lungs as I saw what it was.
"Do you like it? Roselia spent quite a while making this. I didn't even tell Roselia to make it, she just did." I barely heard what Drew said, I was still awe-stuck by the beauty of the flower.
The roses that Roselia normally produced were identical to those that grew on bushes, but smelled sweeter. This particular rose had at least twice the amount of petals, but there were too many to count. The petals alternated between red and blue, except for the center, which was a brilliant shade of purple. I didn't even have to hold it to my nose to smell it, because of how strong the scent was. I don't think I could even begin to describe how wonderful this flower smelled.
"...May?" I blinked several times before I looked up to Drew.
"You didn't hear anything I just said, did you?" I smiled sheepishly. He shook his head.
"I'll let you get away with it if you kiss me." I rolled my eyes, but complied with the offer.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I pulled my face closer to his, and our lips met. Instantly, I felt my entire body shudder with pleasure. My hands made their way up to his hair, where they caressed the well-groomed locks. He retuned the gesture by knocking off my bandana and playing with my hair.
"May, you didn't have to- for the love of Jirachi, get a room you two!" Max had apparently recovered from the push I gave him earlier. I wonder what took him so long...but that doesn't matter. I felt Drew smile, and I knew he was planning something.
I felt his tongue push its way into my mouth, probing wherever it could. My eyes snapped open, only to be greeted by his emeralds. He pulled away, knowing I wanted an answer. He leaned over to my ear, and blew gently into it, causing me to shudder again.
"Just play along, okay? I won't do anything too bad." He gave me a reassuring look, then kissed me again, but with a little more force than last time. When his tongue entered my mouth, I forced mine into his mouth. He responded by intertwining his tongue with mine, which resulted in a wrestle for domination. I was fighting a losing battle, because his hands drifted around my body, which proved to be rather distracting. I felt his hands join momentarily at my back, but they slipped underneath my shirt, traveling upward. His hands met again at my bra, and I felt him fiddling with the clasp.
"My eyes, they burn!" Max shouted as the door slammed shut. Drew removed his hands, and then broke off our kiss, much to my disappointment.
"I'm sorry, it was just too tempting. He set himself up for it, anyway." I kissed him briefly on the lips, and rested my head on his shoulder.
"With the way you were messing with my bra, I knew you were doing it just to torment him. But you didn't have to end that kiss." I sighed heavily, relaxed in his warm embrace.
"I would have continued, but we have to breathe sometime." He let go of me, and stooped down.
"I believe you dropped this." He handed my bandana to me.
"I 'dropped' it? More like you knocked it off." I undid the knot in bandana, and shook it to knock off any dirt that might be on it. I then placed it back on my head, and retied the knot.
"Oh, right, guess I forgot about that." He chuckled. Already missing his warmth, I draped my arms over his shoulders and laid on him. I really couldn't help it; he was extremely comfortable. If I could, I would lay like this all day. His hand cupped my chin, and lifted my head upwards. His lips pressed against mine, which was promptly followed by that wonderful sensation. I parted my lips to allow him easier access, but the snap of a camera brought our kiss to an end.
"Who's there?" Drew demanded, looking around for movement. I let go of him, trying to assist in the search. After several minutes passed and no success, Drew grunted in annoyance. He unclipped one of his Pokéballs, and began to roll it between his fingers.
"I'll ask again; who's there?" Drew's eyes were darting all over the place, looking for the owner of the camera. After a minute passed, Drew pressed the button on the Pokéball, enlarging it. He began tossing it in the air and catching it, ready to release whichever Pokémon was inside.
"Okay, this is your last chance; if you don't come out now, then I'll find you myself." With his other hand, Drew began counting off the seconds. After sixty seconds passed, he tossed the Pokéball high into the air.
"I gave you fair warning, but you didn't listen. Flygon, help me out here." The ground/dragon type answered with a nod, and proceeded to scan the premises for whoever was hiding. After a few moments, Flygon dove into one of the nearby bushes, and reemerged almost instantly. In Flygon's grip was a teen that had numerous pins, but my attention was focused on the camera in his right hand.
"Now, why didn't you come out earlier?" Drew said in a nonchalant tone.
"Get this crazy thing off of me! I can't risk my camera!" Drew smirked, and with a snap of his fingers, Flygon flew higher.
"Now, answer my question, and maybe you're precious camera will survive." Drew leaned against the wall, his expression showing no interest.
"I-I can't risk this camera, the stuff I got on here will be huge!" I rolled my eyes.
"Let me guess. You caught me and Drew kissing, right?" The boy nodded.
"So, tell me; how will this be 'huge', as you claim, when every media known to man already saw us kiss at the Grand Festival?!" It was true. How was this any different from the other kiss?
"That was brief lip-to-lip contact. What you did just now, was more than that. He was undressing you for crying out loud!" Anger coursed through my body. That was just to tease Max, nothing more. I looked to Drew, who now was giving this guy a death glare.
"Let me get this straight," Drew said, with his arms crossed. "If you were to get those pictures in, then it would imply that both of us are sexually active, right? So that would guarantee you a promotion, because that is something no one would expect." The guy nodded several times.
"But that would give us even more media attention, which is something I'm not looking forward to. So do you know what that means?" A look of horror spread across his face. He clutched the camera to his chest, but Drew shook his head.
"That's a digital camera, so you should be able to delete any picture you want. If you get rid of the pictures, you can keep the camera. If you fight, then the camera suffers." I didn't like this, but I didn't want the news crews bugging me anymore than they already do.
This guy was very stubborn, and held onto his camera. Drew stayed patient, because either way those pictures were getting destroyed. My patience was running low, however, so I unclipped one of my Pokéballs, enlarged it, and released the Pokémon that was contained.
Now standing next to Drew and I was my first, and favorite, Pokémon. Blaziken looked around, trying to find his opponent. Being that the only other Pokémon was Flygon, Blaziken looked to me with a questioning look. Very rarely did I call out Blaziken for anything other than a Pokémon battle or contest, so this was expected.
"Alright, Mr. Camera Guy, you see my Blaziken here? If you don't hand over the camera yourself, then Blaziken will be more than willing to get it, won't you Blaziken?" Blaziken gave a nod, happy to be able to do something. "So what's it gonna be? Are we going to do this the easy way, or the hard way?" The look of horror never left his face, and he looked from the camera, to me, to Blaziken, and back to his camera.
"Well...I...uh..."
TO BE CONTINUED...
How's that for chapter one? I would have continued, but that seemed like a good spot to stop.
And for anyone who knows the song; don't worry, I'll make it as close to the song as possible. I think that I'll have each chapter represent a verse. Or something similar to that...
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