All Systems Go! Headed for Florida

Disclaimer: It's too bad I can't think of anything witty to say. But, ask yourself this. Do you think I'd own Pokemon?

A/N: Revised.

Misty's Pov

Yup. Today's the day. When we go to Florida. Fort Laurdale, to be exact. Why is that? Because we're cruising on the Princess Caribbean (derived from Caribbean Princess), which is docked in that particular town. All eight of us. But first, the flight there, I can barely keep in my seat. I hope I can confess to Ash while sailing. I mean, seriously. A beautiful luxury liner, gorgeous fixtures, spas, chocolate on our pillows every morning (shhhhhh! Don't tell May!), Live theatre-
Honnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnk!
There's Drew. He offered to drive us all. He's not so bad once you get to know him.

I stride confidently to the vehicle, proudly showing off my new outfit. Yes, I know I'm usually not a fashionista but it is a special occasion. I wore pinkwash capri jeans, with capri leggings underneath. My top was cap-sleeved, orange and yellow with a bow belt. And…since today is special (and maybe for the sake of impressing Ash) I added a bit of bold black mascara and green shadow.

I board the car, err, van. Inside are Ash, Zoey, Paul, Drew, a sock monkey (what?), Kenny, Dawn and I. Two bags per person. Now all we had to do was pick up May.

We veered through the streets, twisting and turning. Cows flew by our windowsills; and power lines, hay barrels, wetlands, a Meowth balloon (I think Jessie, James and Meowth quit), and sign that said "thanks for visiting", and "come again soon". Soon May's two story was within sight.
Between the whirring, tension and excitement build up, even though no one utters a single word.

Drew parked on the driveway. May's face peered through the window, soon lit with a bright smile.
Suddenly the front door bursts open, to reveal May. But she isn't the same. This May has a short white tennis skort, flaunting her long legs. Her top sported cute puff sleeves, colour a hot pink with blood red doodle hearts. The waist tightly hugged her body, waistline a deep V. A shiny gloss smothered her lips, and a light brown eyeshadow was visible. Gee, for a tomboy, I know a lot of fashion terms. Drew's mouth hung agape, while I suppressed a light giggle. Dawn and I smile knowingly at each other.

Zoey's POV
I think this van could be mistaken for a zoo. Ash and Misty fighting in their seats (Misty hammering Ash), Dawn attempting a civil conversation with Paul, not listening, Drew driving, yet managing to bicker with May all the same.
At the twenty minute mark, we reach the airport. Grunting under the weight of the suitcases, the boys try to pile our entire luggage into one cart. But that's like trying to divide a pie into ten slices equally without slicing in half first. Impossible. After ten minutes I finally suggest to load it into two luggage carts. The turning doors rotate, it's mesmerizing, as if inviting us in. As we enter the airport, I feel the excitement beginning…