Hey, everyone! I know it's been a long time since I've actually wrote something, but I'm back from the catastrophe of DSD -again, sorry if there's anyone on here that loved that story. There's not much to say, but all the love I have for my readers and certain people that will be mentioned in the dedication

Pairings: Pokéshipping, Contestshipping, Ikarishipping, Brock x Suzy. There's some other minor parings too. For all those who forgot, Suzy is the breeder from season one who came back and left with Zane. I like to think that Brock doesn't die alone.

Tagline: Valentine's Day. Flowers, rumors, complications, insults wars, secret admirers, plots, fan girls, love, miracles, and…bad singing? You gotta love high school.

Summary: It's Valentine's Day for our gang. Cliché, no? Guess again. Anything that can go wrong will. Who knew getting the girl or guy could be so damn hard?!

Rating: T for Teen for language and stalking. (And there's a lot of it, if you look at it in a certain way.)

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon, I don't own any songs that are used, and any similarities between this story and your life are purely coincidental. Well, unless you're me. :D

Author's Notes: The gang's fourteen/fifteen, except for Brock and Suzy, who are sixteen. The setting is in a Alternate universe, and everyone's in high school. If you've ever seen Love, Actually (amazing movie) or are going to see Valentine's Day, you'll be familiar with the switching of points of view.

Dedication: I'd like to dedicate this story to four special guys in my life. Chances are that you won't even read this (unless I email you the link and make you read it.) But I still want them to know that without their support, this story wouldn't be ready. First and Foremost; to Tom, my boyfriend of almost two years. Thank you for being my reluctant audience and for putting up with my insane deadline. You are amazing and I owe everything to you. Next, to DJ for actually listening to my ramblings of everything in general and talking to me when I really needed someone to listen to. And thanks for reassuring my doubts. Third: to Adam, my sorta pen pal and someone who can read my mind without even being in the same room as me. You too put up with the insanity (the good and bad), and for that I am forever grateful. Lastly, to John who is my partner in crime and encourages the insanity in me. You rock! Thank you all so much for lifting me up when I was down. This one's for you.


~ Someone Like You ~

.:Homeroom:.


"Valentine's Day sucks."

Misty Waterflower was shuffling along the cheaply painted hallway of Goldenrod High School. Every few feet there were party decorations celebrating the holiday. Misty was staring heatedly, fire in her crystal blue eyes, at a huge heart with lace fringing its edges.

"Aw, C'mon Mist. It's not that bad!" argued May Maple, who was walking the main hall with her. May, her best friend since elementary school, had a small smile on her face, brightness in her sapphire eyes. Misty also noted that she was wearing a red sweater.

"Right," Misty responded sarcastically. She, on the other hand, was wearing her favorite Old Navy yellow shirt with her dark jeans. Misty had considered wearing black to commemorate Valentine's. "What better way to invite the stalkers than an anniversary of love?"

"Oh, don't talk to me about stalkers!" May responded, pulling on her chestnut pigtails. "You have admirers! I have Harley!"

Misty giggled. It was true that she could hardly compare her 'friends' to May's number one 'fan'. Ever since she had become the lead anchor of Goldenrod High School Live, the school's news broadcast that aired every day, she had gotten admirers. There was the normal flower and the usual "Hey May, great job on the Show!" which was all fine. Then there were the scary gifts, such as finding lumps of shredded flowers in the bottom of her locker and the rare letter describing how lovely she looked when she was washing her hands in the girls' room.

It had been discovered back in November that all these gifts were organized by Harley Davidson. Harley was the overly feminine and flamboyant senior. He had long purple hair and was forever wearing shocking green. Harley had been orchestrating the disturbing declarations not to show his crush for May, but his animosity.

Harley was outraged that the lead anchor spot was stolen from him by a lowly freshman. Since he was discovered as the 'Secret Admirer', he'd forced other creepy followers on May instead. He seemed content with making her life hell indirectly.

"Well, you do tend to meet some interesting people when you go to high school," Misty snickered

"Or in other words, the freaks come out at Goldenrod." May groaned.

"Well, "Misty said, noting her classroom was coming up. "Just avoid him. Don't do anything that says 'Stalkers Welcome!' I gotta go. See you in Earth Science?" Misty asked her best friend.

"Yep! See ya!" May waved as Misty entered into her Theatre Class. Turing her head back to make sure Misty was in the classroom, May smiled mischievously. She then ran down the almost deserted hallway.


Drew Hayden glanced at his expensive watch as Goldenrod High School's enormous building structure came into view. 7:00. He smiled down at his wrist. Good. Just enough time to get things ready.

Drew turned to snatch up his jet-black backpack and pulled it up his shoulders. After making sure it was securely on, he gently grasped the large bouquet of roses. Pausing, his intent lime eyes examined the flowers once more to ensure that they were perfect. Drew fixed a folded edge of the white wrapper that held the spray together into upright position.

Satisfied, he opened the door of a white limo and shut it quickly. Drew hurried up the monstrous flight of stone steps to enter the pristine school. With a free left hand, he yanked up the collar of his wine colored jacket to protect his neck from the biting breeze.

Better hurry up. This wind could kill my flowers.

Drew sped into a run as he reached the oak doors. Pushing them open, he hurried indoors. He had a lot to accomplish…


"Stupid balloons," grumbled Brock Slade as he fought his was across the windy and wintry parking lot. He had a dozen balloons, all shaped like red and white hearts. The tanned sophomore also carried a large wreath of roses, all organized in a huge heart. With his arms full, he couldn't jam his freezing hands in his earthen shaded coat.

"The things I do for some people…." He muttered, a lash of wind whipping though his spiky black hair. He searched for a black Prius. Knowing Erika, she probably parked it as close to the greenhouse she could get. Leave it to her to drive an eco-friendly car and place it somewhere near flowers.

Finally reaching the greenhouse, Brock had located the expensive looking Prius. Quickly, he glanced at his digital wristwatch. Ten minutes before class starts. More gales blustering at him, Brock hurried to the car so he could get this over with.

After tying the balloons to the wreath and placing the wreath on the hood of the car, Brock stepped back and examined his handiwork. It looked nice, he admitted. Surely, Erika would…

"OH, MY GOD!"

Brock turned around quickly, startled by this loud exclamation. He saw Zoey Williams, in all her brilliant orange hair splendor, staring at him with wide eyes.

Stupidly, Brock wondered why she was looking at him like that. Then, realization dawned on him. The flowers and balloons he placed on Erika's car.

It made him, Brock Slade, look like he was cheating on Suzy.

In front of Suzy's friend.

Oh, shit.

"Wait, Zoey, It's not what yo-"

But the damage was done. Zoey was already running towards the west gym entrance, ignoring Brock's explanation. Her vermillion red jacket flew frantically behind her.

When the door had slammed, Brock hung his head, ignoring the bitter cold.


Ash Ketchum was pacing the Band room anxiously. He had always spent the beginning of the school day. Normally, he spent his homeroom period catching up with other Band Geeks such as himself. But today, he was alone, thank goodness.

He just wanted to hide.

He choked on a laugh. He was Ash Ketchum, for God's sake! He was one of the most popular freshmen at Goldenrod High and one of the best drummers in Johto, and he was hiding from his first class.

No, he shook his head vehemently, so hard that his ink messy hair shook. He wasn't hiding from Theater Class. He was hiding from a person.

More specifically, a redhead.

Ash groaned and glanced down at his hands. He was holding a lovely bouquet of white, pink, and red Carnations. Clear plastic crinkled from moving his gloved hands from underneath it. A brilliant red ribbon was tied cheerfully around the plastic covering the green stems.

Ash groaned yet again, closing his chocolate eyes. He was somewhat capable of acting in front of all the students in his Theater Class, perfectly able to play his drums in front of thousands of people, and he couldn't give Misty some stupid flowers!

Damn this stupid idea… he growled to himself. Why did I ever agree to doing this again?

The door creaked open. Startled, Ash shoved the flowers behind his back. The last thing he needed was to someone see him holding flowers.

Lucky for him, it was May.

Unfortunately, it was May.

May and him had gone way back, all the way to Earl's Day Care Center. They had been best friends since day one. Being best friends had some advantages, such as to know her fears and what would press May's buttons. However, there had been some moments where it kinda sucked.

Such as times like these.

"Ash! What the heck are you doing here? You're supposed to be in class!" May crossed her arms over her vibrant red sweater, blue eyes glinting evilly. The benefits of being best friends since preschool meant you could read each other like a book. And May was an avid reader. Through all the petty arguments the two had, she could see the growing attraction between the two.

And May would be damned if the Ash and Misty wouldn't end up as a couple by the end of the day.

Ash laughed nervously at May's murderous expression. Hey, what can he say? When he's confronted with a stressful experience, he just laughs. Sure, it's gotten him in a load of trouble when he did it at the wrong time.

And it appeared that it was one of those moments.

May strode across the band room in three swift steps and roughly grabbed the front of his black hoodie and dragged him forward. His nose was one inch from her own, and he could hear her growling in her throat.

"Ash Ketchum, you better get your little butt out there and give Misty the flowers or so help me you won't go within five feet without seeing a baby picture!" she snarled.

He gulped. Now I remember why… because May bought them and shoved them in my hand fifteen minutes ago.

"B-but May!" he sputtered, resisting.

"But what?!"

"What – what if s-she doesn't want them?"

May blinked, startled and pulled her head back, tawny hair swaying abruptly. "Why wouldn't she want flowers? Any girl wants flowers, Ash! And she really wants you to give them to her," May said incredulously.

Ash gasped for air; he felt like he was suffocating in May's personal space. He pulled out too, letting May's hand fall freely to her side. "She's always complaining about how bad he luck sucks with guys. Remember the Rudy incident?"

She groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ash. Don't be an idiot. She really likes you; she's been waiting for you since the seventh grade." Ash blinked and began smiling. "But-" May interrupted his joy, "if you don't make a move, someone else will." Ash blinked again, comprehending this.

"So! " May was now pushing him out the double doors, "Get out there and show her how you feel!" As soon as the doors slammed behind him, the clanging of the first bell had started to 'ring'.