Forever and a day

DAML Drew x May

A/N: I worked my ass off to write this thing. Anyway, this is my second fan fiction. Absolutely no flames, just constructive criticism. Now go on and eat this darn fluff.

I don't own Pokemon but I do own my OC's.

-Drew-

It was 12:00nn, my heart was pounding against my chest, sweat running through every part of my body, my mouth thirsty for more, my body taking the force no longer. Moving up and down and left to right made me feel queasy, the adrenaline rushing through every fiber of my body. We've been through this a lot of times and I couldn't help it. I embraced the fact that I couldn't go on, we couldn't go on. I was tired but I wanted more. I indulged myself into this affair and I can't possibly make my way out. We could get into trouble if we didn't know the way out of this crazy mess. Everything was a blur. I was about to quit when someone reassured me I wasn't alone. I felt my conscience talking to me and it was speaking to me. I couldn't give up in this life journey I have to go on and take up the challenge.

I ran as fast as I could and maybe stopped at some water station just to get a thirst quencher.

(muwhaha u thought they did the "thing that starts with s and ends with x and rhymes with six" don't cha. Review if you do =3)

My face was all sweaty, fan girls screaming my name felt so warm in my ear. I could hear people fainting and some people who were dying to wipe the sweat off of my body. I wore a gray-ish, tank top and shorts which did not complement my butt, but was loose and not that fitting actually. It was black. I had shoes which were actually made by me, they were called Avida. I had these shoes marketed and they ranked top notch in the markets. I knew they were expansive but I knew they'd sell as much as those which were made by my colleague Brendan. That son of a bi- doesn't know what he's doing. Signing up in my turf and trying to be the king but he missed one little detail, my dad. Yeah, he's the owner of Addidas, Nike and Converse. Can't beat that sassy pants. I thought as I smirk was planted on my delicate smooth face. I sprinted towards the finish line not knowing Brendan was close behind. He raced right passed my and jumped the hurdles quite faster than me but he was no match for my experience and skills. I was a well known Olympic sports gold medalist. I won many races such as the 1000 kilometer run. I trained in a prestigious sports academy the only best thing money can buy. I train my ass off for each tournament even if I have to enter those silly fun runs. I study at Lincoln's Academy for Boys. It was a boarding school, true, but it had the finest 5 star rooms, legendary chefs and exquisite dining, not to mention the exams, total knock over. I can answer them in my sleep. I'm well known for those sports commercials like Gatorade and Nike shoe commercials. I'm a straight A+ student, never had a B in my life. Today's race is kinda' a fun run for the needy and hopeless, tch, as if I care, I just wanna win this damn thing. Going back to the race, I chased the effin sucker on. I knew he wanted a challenge so I'm not responsible for his defeat. I raced like a bolt of lightning and the other racers just gapped and others fainted at my incredible speed.

(They fainted because of his smell. Trust me, YOU DO NOT! Wanna go in there. It's worse than garbage and poop put together. His pits stink!)

I bolted right passed him and that dude fell. He just fell! He collapsed because of my awesomeness ! "Hail before you're king you son of a damn b-!" I shouted as I raced to the finish line. I sped like no one else ever did. The checkered flag was raced and I was declared the winner! Oh how I loved the glory of being champion. Champion was all there was in my mind. I knew I was better in everything and everyone did what I pleased. No one stopped me and no one meant anymore than that! I was the loner, I did everything alone but I don't care. I have my beloved shoes who help me through the toughest of times. I was the sole winner because of them. I thanked my shoes once more for the victory and ran right passed the reporters who were dying for an interview. Someone with caramel locks was coming closer and held my arm. She had cute blue cerulean eyes and the cute smile every guy dreamt of but she was like in her mid twenties, I couldn't date an old chick. I can twitch just by thinking about it. "Hello Andrew Hayden! We would like to know what was that made your victory today?" the reporter asked. "Well, I'd like to thank my dad for his support and these comfy shoes named the Avida. You can buy them in your nearest store today." I said as I told the viewers to buy these shoes. "Thanks Andrew. No back to the studio." The reporter said as she did the peace sign and walked away. I trudged over to my uncle, Daniel. "Hey son! You did well today." He said as he patted my shoulder. "Well? I did amazing and you should know that uncle." I protested as I led my way to the car. I heard uncle sigh but I don't care! I just wanna get my trophy and go home.

"Did you know today's you're dad's birthday party tonight?" Uncle asked as I buckled myself in the front seat. "Yea, I know! I bought him my very own personalized shoes!" I protested again. Uncle shrugged with a sigh and turned the engine on and out Black Mercedes Benz ran down town. Our mansion was huge. It had a huge water fountain in the front gate and it was made of gold and silver. Anyone would kill to snatch our house but because we are rich. We of course have body guards who are well fed, well alert and are well equipped with against any kind of danger.

That night, we had a small family gathering, heck it was huge! We had turkey, 20 plates of spaghetti and 15 bowls of ice cream and a gigantic chocolate almond cake. There were 5 kids and 15 adults. I'm an adult of course and my 5 measly little cousins are there. We presented out gifts to papa. He got a gold watch, a diamond ring, a song from my pathetic cousins which he liked. I didn't understand to as why he loved it but I went on. He received a pen, a golf club and a golf ball signed by tiger woods himself, a life sized ducky mo-mo plushie which he loved so dearly and it was my turn. I walked confidently to his chair and gave him a box of Cadbury's expensive chocolates and my one of a kind Avida shoes. A weak smile was planted on his face and he ever so sincerely thanked me. Heck ya! You should thank me you old man. I said to myself. Next to me was my goody two shoes brother, Derrick. He had green hair like me, dull unlike my smooth, irresistible hair and he had dull lifeless eyes unlike mine which clearly states I am the total dream guy but I don't know why chicks dig this guy. I don't even understand why dad loves him. Is it because his degree in medicine? Yes, maybe it's the reason why. You see, dad's been a doctor for as long as I can remember. He worked and worked like non-stop. After he retired, he tasked me to take his place but I refused then Derrick comes in and offers to help dad. Dad was so inspired by him that he loved him ever so dearly. I hated him so! I wanted to punch the balls out of him but I couldn't. He was dad's favorite and I just don't wanna see him go out like that. He presented Dad a state of the art medicine kit And his diploma in med school and his scholarship to Harvard. I snobbed and talked to myself. "Stupid pushed over. I'll knock your gut right out of ya' if you don't stop pissing me off." I thought as my eyebrows twitched in anger. "OH my son. This is the best gift I've had tonight! Thank you." Everyone clapped and some got teary eyed. But I screamed, "Aw come on! LIKE YOU BELIEVE EVERY WORD HE SAYS EFFIN DUMBASSES!" I shouted as I slammed the table. I couldn't believe this happens all the time." YOU THINK YOU'RE SO GOOD IN EVERYTHING JUST TAKE MY LIFE YOU MOTHER FU-." I shouted. "Drew! You're cousins are here now be polite." Mom shouted. "Why is Drew a monster auntie?" my little cousin Charlie asked. "YOU CAN'T STOP BEING A F- UP NOW DO YA' STOP WITH THE LIES AND OUT WITH THE TRUTH!" I shouted. "DREW!" father shouted. I was indulged with tears and I began to run away from them. I could take him anymore. He was like the ruler now but I don't care, he'll be run over by the truck anytime, anywhere. I plunged into the bed. I saw the marketing folder on top of it. I put that aside and screamed my head out and let it all flow out.