"I'm not weak, I'm not weak because I love my Pokemon," May told herself for the millionth time, as she walked along the beach, watching the ocean, reds, oranges, and in places yellow from the setting sun.

"Ash loves his pokemon, and he's definitely not weak. None of us are weak. Only people who call each other weak, and they aren't either. They're just really insecure," she looked down at the sand. No matter how many times she said that, it still didn't eliminate the pain. She knew that herself and Drew were rivals, but, she'd thought that they could maybe like each other too.

"I guess that was just foolish wishing," May blinked back a couple tears. 'Drew doesn't matter! I don't care what he thinks!' but she knew it was a lie. She needed his approval, his complement, just so she would know that she really was good.

"May!?," she heard Ash's voice behind her. Turning around, she quickly wiped her eyes.

"Hi, Ash, what's up? Oh, hi, Drew," she said, noticing the green haired boy next to him, looking uncomfortable.

"Hi," he said, looking at his feet.

"I'm gunna leave you two to talk, about…stuff…?," Ash thought about that for a second, then walked off, "See ya later, May."

"See you, Ash," she watched the boy walk off, his pikachu trotting obediently at his side.

"What is it, Drew?," she asked, turning around and picking a seashell up off the sand.

"I wanted to… apologize, for what I said earlier," he told her, looking up at her and picking up his own shell.

"It wasn't nice for you to say that. It's not bad to love your pokemon. Maybe, if you loved your pokemon, you wouldn't think they did poorly in battle," she said, looking out towards the sunset.

"I just, I've learned not to become attached to things," he told her, turning away.

"Hmm?," she asked, wondering what he meant.

"I don't want to talk about it," he told her, his green hair blowing in the breeze coming off the sea.

"Are you sure? If you ever want to tell someone, I'm your girl," she said honestly.

'I wish,' he thought. "Well, if you have to know. When I was a little kid, I had a nice big nine tails. I guess it was abandoned, and it was really dirty and sick and old. I found it out in the woods, and it looked like it was going to die. Helped him get better. I loved that nine tails, he followed me everywhere, and never left my side. Like I said, the pokemon was old. And even pokemon die. I haven't loved a pokemon since, and I've never found one anything like him," Drew told her, his face expressionless.

"I'm sorry. I had no idea," she said.

"It's okay. Anyway, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have spoken to you that way," he apologized, looking her in the eyes sadly.

"It's okay. We all lose our temper at times," she told him, tossing the shell in the air and watching it fall back into her palm.

"I guess I realized, that I'm the weak one. I never got over the death of the nine tails, and that kept me from doing my best," he told her, wiping an eye.

May felt bad, she walked over to him, and took his hand reassuringly. He looked up at her, startled.

"Don't worry. You'll understand, people learn at different rates. You can love your pokemon, you just need to let yourself," she told him.

"Good luck tomorrow, bye the way," he told her, taking her hand in turn, and looking out at the setting sun. She looked, too.

"Thanks, you too," she told him. After looking out over the water in silence for a while, May had to break the silence. "It's beautiful," she said.

"Yeah, it is," he said, gazing at her. She glanced to the side at him, and caught him looking at her.

"I better be going, Ash and Brock will worry," she said.

"Oh, okay," he told her, releasing her hand. As she said goodbye and turned to walk away, Drew caught her wrist.

"May, here, good luck, tomorrow," he said, handing her his seashell.

"Thank you," she said, taking the seashell and at the same time kissing his cheek. She slipped her own shell into his hand.

"Goodnight," she whispered, turning away with a smile and walking back towards the road.

"Goodnight," he said quietly, holding his cheek, and wondering if that had really happened.

Ash had been watching from the road, and he was grinning, happy to see that May and Drew had resolved some of their differences. And they were holding hands! Huge change from before when they were screaming at each other.

But then May kissed Drew, and Ash was reminded painfully of a girl from his not to far away past, who's hair was the color of the disappearing sun.

"I miss you, Misty," Ash whispered, as he remembered Misty's friendly, cute face. "I'll come back, just like I promised," he told the setting sun.

THE END.

Sorry for writing yet another one shot, but I love them! They are so easy, especially after you see an inspirational episode. I have loved pokemon since preschool. Go pokemon! Reviews very welcome, VERY welcome.