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Title: Rainy Day

Characters: May (age nine), Drew (age nine), May's Torchic

Pairing: May/Drew

Summary: When it rains, May has to use all of her creativity.

"Well, I guess that this is the best we're going to have to do with," sighed the petite brunette as she slumped on her bed. She plopped her duffel bag on the cerulean comforter, which matched her eyes. Her dress was simple: an orange tanktop, a green bandana, and a white and orange skirt complete with a black belt. Her feet were bare; she'd just been playing volleyball in the front yard, and she preferred doing so barefoot.

Rain pattered softly against the window, blurring the view of the neighborhood of New Bark Town, which was currently blanketed in a gray light, due to the sun being blocked out. The old, Victorian era houses lined the streets, partially hidden by the enormous, ancient trees that were planted at irregular intervals in front of the homes. May Haruka looked about her room, taking in every detail of being at home- the white washed walls, the dark brown wood of her dresser, the little green rug that sat on her floor, and the squishy blue reading chair that was in the far corner. She liked that it wasn't huge, but not cramped either.

At nine years old, her mother always told her it was a relief that she hadn't reached the age at which girls began becoming obsessed with propaganda in their rooms; May's life was still filled with the simplicity of growing up in a small neighborhood- where everyone knew everyone, and they were almost always spending time outside. Of course, there was always time for her first pokemon friend, Torchic. She smiled at it, as the little bright orange bird chirped at her, perched on her bed beside her. He pulled a pout on his face.

"I know you don't like the rain, Torchic," she said, reaching out a hand and stroking the downy feathers on the top of his head. "But we're going to have to wait for it to stop."

"May, I'm bored," grumbled the room's other human occupant. She sat up, looking inquisitively at her friend, Drew Shu. He flicked his bright green hair out of his matching eyes, which were currently trained on her. He wore a simple black t-shirt and gray baggy shorts, and he sat cross-legged on the floor, scowling up at her. "I thought your brother had a Gamecube or something."

May sighed. "Honestly, is all boys can think about video games?" she asked, cocking her head at him. A pout appeared on his face, and she had to resist the urge to giggle at the sight; Drew never pouted, except around her. Still, a smile of some sorts must have appeared, because he immediately glared at her.

She held up her hands in defense. "Look, I would let you play it, but he's always using it." They had been facing off which her volleyball when the storm began, forcing them to retreat inside the Haruka residence. Drew had complained at first, but May had convinced him to stay over a little longer.

Sudden, she shot to her feet as an idea struck her. "I've got it!" she exclaimed, clapping her hands together. Before Drew could say anything, she hurried out of the room, before returning a few moments later with a small kit in her hands. May grinned broadly at the green haired boy.

"Makeovers!"

She chose to ignore the look of complete outrage and despair that flooded his expression. "May…"

"Pleeeasse, Drew?" she asked, kneeling in front of him and shoving the package in his hands. "My mom won't mind, she never uses makeup anyway." Before he could give it back, she pulled away, plopping herself on the stool in front of her vanity. "Me first!"

"May, if I were Dawn, then maybe I would," he snapped. "Guys don't do this!"

"Oh, come on," she replied, rolling her eyes. "You know I won't tell anyone, it'll be our secret! Besides, we don't have anything better to do."

Just then, the little flame chick chose to chirp in precisely the same tone that May had used. She laughed internally at how the boy in front of her looked between her and the little pokemon, before sighing and opening the kit. She couldn't help but wonder if he would do a good job on her, or if she'd looked like a raccoon once he was finished. Of course, there was the possibility that he'd do that on purpose to annoy her…

"You're fidgeting. Hold still," he muttered, holding the eye shadow brush awkwardly. She felt the heat lightly touch her cheeks as she realized how close he was to her- although if he was flustered, he certainly didn't show it.

After several minutes of Drew telling her to be quiet, or to stop moving, or to not distract him, he pulled away from her. "Done."

"Nu-uh."

"I said I'm finished, May," he said, scowling at her. "Seriously, haven't I done everything?"

She just smiled and shook her head, pointing at her mouth. "Lipstick, Drew."

"No."

"Aw, come on."

"No."

She turned away, glaring at the wall in the way every nine year old does when they don't get their way. "Fine," she said, before popping up from her seat. Reaching up, she placed her fragile hands on Drew's shoulder, seating him on the stool, despite his pleading eyes. She noticed him look over at her Torchic with a look that said, "Save me now."

Torchic took one look at his predicament, and collapsed on the bed in a fit of cheeping laughter.

May put her hands on her hips, biting her lip and studying Drew's face intently. She knew that black eye shadow would probably bring out the green in his eyes the best… or would blue work better?...

Shrugging, she grabbed the brush from her mom's makeup set, and got to work.

It took several minutes of debating to choose what she needed to use- the color, the brightness, all were things she took into account as she tried to make Drew look… what? Beautiful? She nearly blushed, thinking quietly to herself that he was already beautiful. Weren't all best friends supposed to think that of them?

"All finished!" she chirped, swiveling him around to face the mirror, before remembering that she hadn't even gotten to look at herself yet. They stared at themselves for a moment, before both fell to the floor, convulsing with mirth. May gasped for breath; she hadn't seen anything so funny in ages.

She heard smaller footsteps, and turned to see her brother, Max, standing in the doorway of her room. His glasses were no longer on, and he squinted for a moment.

"Mom! Why are there two raccoons in May's bedroom?"