Every time she thought of him, she felt all funny inside.
In the beginning, he was but a rival to her. A friendly rival, might she add. Her little brother used to tease her about it.
"Drew's such a weenie." Max used to say. May merely shook her head.
No, Drew wasn't. He was thoughtful, sweet, strong and sometimes, stuck-up, but he had a reason to be at those times. That green-haired Coordinator was just trying to teach her something.
She let out a sigh and gazed up at the clear sky above as she traveled along. May began to wonder where he was, what was he doing and how he was. Playing with her fingers, a blush crept onto her face.
"Drew…"
It was just the two of them at the beach. May, being a total girl, wore her bikini, slightly flaunting her figure. Her eyes were looking away from her friendly rival. Her cheeks were a bright red when she managed to steal a glance. She blushed even more since he happened to be decked out in just his purple swim trunks.
"Hey May…" Finally, he spoke up and May's heart leaped.
"Yeah, what is it…?" She asked as calmly as possible. May took in a deep breath and gathered the courage to look at him as he pulled something out from his back. In his hand, there was a rose.
He was holding it out for her to take.
"What? Is this for my Beautifly again?" She teased.
"Uh…no, actually." Drew mumbled, "It's for you…"
His gift didn't help stop her blush. Nor did she know how to handle such a situation. After all, she had gotten roses from him but in a different way. Here, he was coming out directly. "T-thank you." She managed to say.
Silence fell over them once again. Drew's eyes drifted her from May's face to some part of her anatomy beneath her chin. When caught, he drew his gaze away briefly before looking back at her.
"May…"
"What is it?" She asked, gripping the rose, careful not to prick herself.
"Well, I…" He trailed off and stepped forward. His hand gently touched her cheek and Drew leaned in.
May's eyes widened before she slowly closed them, awaiting that kiss, a lovely trick designed by nature for when words become unnecessary.
"May?" Max called, "Hurry up!"
Her little brother's voice immediately called her back into reality. The brunette's lower lip twitched as she looked down at her side. Of course, she was slightly mad at Max for interrupting her little day dream.
"May, are you okay?" Brock suddenly asked, popping up from behind her black-haired brother. "You look flushed."
"Nah, she was just blushing." Max remarked with some sarcasm in his voice.
Stupid little brothers.
"No, I wasn't!" May blurted out, but in truth, she indeed was. All because of a certain rival of hers.
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Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own Pokémon. If I did, so many things would have been changed.
So, this is my first try at a Contestshipping one-shot or drabble, whatever this little thing is defined as. Criticism is widely accepted so please read and review.