A/N: Look, I've never written an AU story, so please cope. Since this is my first, it's obviously…CONTESTSHIPPING!
Reproduced and more complete summary: In this AU, May is a girl with no…experience…whatsoever. Drew, on the other hand, is a total "player". You can imagine the sparks that'll fly when they meet. *wink wink* There will probably be some other characters squeaked in, too. This is T for safety—and what'll inevitably happen later on. Also, since this is an AU, Drew is a real celebrity, not a coordinator...There are also no pokemon.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. Duh.
CRASH!
Prologue:
Dear Hoenn Advice Column,
Have you ever noticed how some people just don't fit together, how every fiber of their beings are so completely conflicting that they can't be around each other without wanting to rip the other's throat out? And, have you noticed that those two people just happen to meet? Then, when they meet, there's such an intense collision that the sound can be heard for miles!
CRASH!
For me, it all started with a crash. There I was, minding my own business, when some unknown thing (be it a deity or something supernatural) decided that it was Torture Me Day! I was at the beach—I know, the beach, but in my defense, I was stuck going because I had to look after my little brother.
Before he came into the picture, my brother was the bane of my existence. If you have a younger sibling…well, you know what I mean then. If not, you ought to know that my brother is the single most vile, despicable, obnoxious, know-it-all bratty kid in the entire world—well, almost. The person I happened to meet at the beach was even worse, if that's possible.
When we met, he was a complete jerk! I can't believe that now, I can't get him out of my head! I don't know what to do or how I feel about him!
Please help me!
Signed,
Red Bandana
Dear Hoenn Advice Column,
Some days, I feel like there is someone or something out there that is trying to torture me. Look, I can't help that I'm devastatingly handsome, smart, cool, and awesome. But like I said, somebody doesn't like that…at least, I think that's the reason my life got turned upside down.
But that's not the point. The point is, why did whoever was in charge of my life pick her for me to collide with? By definition, she is my complete and polar opposite.
All in all, I'm just me, and I went to the beach one day. I wanted to get away from my fans. I'm a clothing model (but I'm straight), I'm an actor, I'm a singer, and I'm filthy rich because of it. In other words, I'm any girl's dream come true…except hers.
The reason I'm even bothering to write to you is because I don't know what to do! She's so annoying, hotheaded, short-tempered, and clumsy, but for some strange reason, I just can't get her out of my head! She's impossible to read, and I don't know how to tell her how I feel—hell, I don't even know how I feel right now!
I'm so confused. Please write back.
Sincerely,
Suave, Sexy, and Seriously in Need of Advice
A/N: Please R&R—and tell me if you like or don't like the advice column thing…Also, only the prologue is written like this. The who thing will NOT be like this. And Drew will probably get back into character…soon. And please don't just skip to the first chapter because I'm submitting it at the same time. I promise this stupid advice column thing will come up again, so at least go back when the time comes!