Maybe it sucks. It probably does. I don't really care.

Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon, sadly.

WARNING: OOC AND YAOI COMING. DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!!

I was walking. Then I slammed into a tree. Oops. And Owch. I rubbed my head and wondered what the heck was causing me to run into trees and trip on... well, stuff.

Deep down, I knew. It was HIM. Yes, I, the great and mighty Drew am gay. Maybe it's the fangirls or maybe it's just because, but I have absolutely no romantic interest in girls at all.

Everyone assumed I was in love with May. Pshh. Not even close. I was just playing with her, and she had fallen head-first for it. And those roses, they weren't for her or her Pokemon. They were, in my own sense, for someone else. Yes, him: Ash Whatever. I could never actually remember his last name.

"Hi Drew! What are you doing here?"

Oh no. It's ASH! Why him? Why NOW?! Wait, this is my cue to say something, isn't it?

"Oh, you're May's little friend, right?" Good, at least my voice box is functioning properly and I haven't said something completely stupid and embarrassing. However, Ash seems a little upset.

"I'M NOT LITTLE!! I AM ACTUALLY 2.5 CENTIMETRES TALLER THAN MAY IS!!" Okay, scrap the "A little upset" and replace it with "Gone totally bonkers but still as cute as ev-" Er, I mean, "Gone totally bonkers but still as hot as-" Oh, never mind!

"So, I see you've finally learned how to count. It must have taken you FOREVER!" Oops. Maybe I shouldn't have been that mean. Ash is crying. Oh great! Now what?!

"Ash, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you cry! Please, Ash stop crying!" OH. GOD. NO. Am I saying those words?! Pleasegodpleasegodpleasegoddon'tletmebetheonesayingthispleaseohplease.

I open my eyes. I hear myself soothing Ash in an most un-me like fashion: "Ash, stop, please stop crying! I promise I won't call you stupid ever again! PLEASE ASH, STOP GODDAMN CRYING!!" Whoa, talk about crazy! Wait, that's me. Never mind.

Suddenly, unexpectedly, he finally stops crying- and reaches out and kisses me. My eyes open wide like saucers, and my hormones go crazy. And I kiss back, of course. Is this a dream? This has to be a dream! Then Max comes into the clearing and stares at us kissing passionately, then he runs like mad, screaming "AHHHHHHHHHHHH!! DREW AND ASH ARE MAKING OUUUUTT!!" and I know it's not a dream.

Done! I know it wasn't that good, but at least I tried! Sorry for the overuse of "Oh, no!" I didn't like the ending, but oh well!

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