A/N: More meaningless, light, iPod stuff that no-one reads but is fun to write! ^_^
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon. I can dream, though, right?
Under The Boardwalk – The Drifters
"Ice-cream, May?"
The brunette paused, unable to believe what she'd heard—if she was not mistaken, one particular rival co-ordinator had just spoken to her. Had been civil, no less—had the world gone mad? As it was she whirled, about to demand what he was playing at, only to find the green-haired co-ordinator already had two ice-creams in hand, and was shoving one toward her.
"Don't look so stunned. I know, I know—in the presence of someone as great as I, with you being the way you are, it's hard not to look shocked, but do try."
So the world hadn't gone mad.
Drew flicked his hair, smirking at her, holding out the chocolate ice-cream to her, which was already starting to melt in the blazing afternoon sun. Raising an eyebrow at her rival, she took it.
Tramp – Otis Redding and Carla Thomas
"Why you insufferable, inconsiderate, stuffy, annoying, up-yourself jerk!"
May was livid. The fire blazed in her eyes, and her hands were balled into fists. Drew walked beside her, placid as ever, thoroughly enjoying the effect that he still could have on her—even after years, it seemed that a few well placed insults were still all it took to rile May up. Indeed, if he were to be frank, he would almost say that he had refined the sport of May-taunting to an art.
He let her go on for several more moments, before he decided he had had his fun—surely he should do the girl a favour, and let her rest? All that yelling must have been tiring her out.
He turned to her, gave her his trademark smirk, flipped his hair, and quipped, "Do you know how cute you are when you're angry, May?"
He enjoyed her stunned silence almost as much as he enjoyed her rage, and chuckled to himself as he walked off, tossing her a rose over his shoulder.
Shine A Light – The Rolling Stones
He didn't know how it had come to this—the last time he had seen her, she had been full of life, just as she had always been, readily angered at his choice insults, full of fire and energy and everything that made her May. And then he had seated himself in the lobby of the Pokémon Centre—the news had been playing, and he had hardly been able to believe what he was seeing.
Why, he wondered, willing Flygon to carry him there faster, did these things always happen to the most good-hearted of people?
The accident—a car crash—could quite possibly have robbed her of the chance of a normal life, but Drew found he could not be more thankful to the wonders of modern medicine as he sat beside her hospital bed, staring at her peaceful, sleeping, face, his gaze flicking from her to the heart monitor and back again.
Hoping that she would not choose that instant to wake—and instantly feeling selfish—he took one of her small, slender hands within his own, fervently hoping none of her friends would be there to see, as he lifted it and grazed his lips across her knuckles once. Squeezing her hand as he placed it back down, he whispered to her, "I know you'll be alright, May. You have to be—who else is there that can compete with me?"
Come So Far (Got So Far To Go) – Hairspray
Sometimes it amazed him how much of a kid she could let herself be, even as one of the most successful co-ordinators the Hoenn region had known, even though she was now almost an adult, at the age of sixteen. He realised, as he stood, leaning on the railings, watching her race and tumble with her brother and her friends, that this was the very same beach where he had first met her.
Drew smirked, allowing himself a momentary nostalgic flashback, reliving moments of all the years he had known her—as a rival, and he hoped, somewhat recently, as a friend. He chuckled to himself, fingering the thornless rose he held in one hand, as underneath his gaze she tripped, falling, before picking herself up and brushing the sand from her clothes, laughing all the while.
He was about to turn away when she turned to race Max in the other direction, and chanced to glance up at where he stood. Their eyes connected for a moment; he flicked his hair and smirked. In reply, instead of the angry glare he would have gotten when they first met, she grinned at him, almost challenging him, and as he noted the spark in her blue eyes something thrilled through him which he could not quite name.
Hallelujah – Paramore
Resolutely, May gathered her possessions, cramming what little she had into the few bags she had arrived with, determined not to let anything stop her.
She had made her decision—she had given him enough chances, and that night had been the final straw. There was nothing stopping her now. Giving her room a final once-over, she nodded to herself, and shut the door behind her quietly, determined not to wake anyone. Creeping to the front door, she let herself look behind one last time, before placing the note she had written on the doorstep.
It was only when she was out of the door that she let the tears roll unashamedly down her cheeks.
Share Your Love With Me – Aretha Franklin
May had never told anyone—not even Max, not even Ash, Brock, Misty, or her mother—but she had kept every single rose that Drew had ever gifted her with. Even the ones given in order to quieten her, to spite her; all had been kept until the life had drained from them, kept in a vase on the very top shelf of her cupboard at home, or, when she was travelling, in a special pocket on the inside of her bag.
Often she would catch herself thinking of these collected roses—and the infuriating boy who had given them to her—and wondering whether they really were all for her Pokémon. Immediately after, however, she would scold herself, telling herself that she most definitely did not think of him in that way.
One such time, she was drifting, lost in memories, when she was pulled out of her reverie by the very object of her thoughts. As he walked past, Drew smirked, threw her a rose, and quipped, "Another for the collection!"
May was left to wonder how on earth he had known.
Accidentally In Love – Counting Crows
It was never meant to happen.
But then, May rationalized, these things barely ever started out intentionally. Sure, he had intended to give her roses—but she was sure that he had never intended for those roses to actually take on the meaning they were given.
She had never intended to rise to the bait; it had always been subconcious.
She guessed, however, that he had always intended to goad her, but never quite planned her reactions.
She knew, was absolutely certain, that when they had parted, and he had pressed a rose into her hand as he headed for the Sinnoh region, that he had never intended to kiss her.
But he had.
She had never intended to kiss him back.
But she had.
They'd never intended to fall for one another—but they had, and they were loving it.
Hey There Delilah – Plain White T's
Somehow, even when he was far away, she would catch herself thinking about him. She would roll into her sleeping bag after dark, having bid the others goodnight, and almost subconciously she would remember the moments they had shared.
The infuriating way he would smirk at her and flick his hair.
The way he would insist the roses he gave her were not for her—"How can you be so self-absorbed, May?" he would laugh—but for her Pokémon; the way he had cutely blushed the one time when he had nearly admitted they were for her, and had walked away with a blush painting his cheeks.
Reminding herself forcefully that there was no way that he was thinking about her, at least not the way she was thinking about him, she forced her eyelids to close, and drifted off to sleep.
Miles away, a green-haired co-ordinator twirled a thornless rose between his fingers, gazing up at the stars and thinking of the young girl who had become a permanent fixture in his life.
For A Pessimist, I'm Pretty Optimistic – Paramore
He couldn't understand why she did not realise that beneath the attitude, beneath the snide comments and continuous insults, he genuinely cared for her.
She couldn't understand why he did not just face the music and admit to her that he was just fumbling along, content to give her roses and pretend he didn't care.
He was sick of giving her hints, sick of the way she doted on her friends, and sick of how he was jealous that he would never be included.
She was sick of waiting for him to make the first move.
Finally, they both snapped.
There was a desparation when it happened. It had meant to be just a congratulations from him to her, a gift of a rose like so many other times; instead, she had slapped him across the face, leaving a large red handprint on his cheek. He had stood there, hurt, not understanding, and unable to summon the cocky attitude she knew him for. Finally, finally, sick of it, fighting the sting of tears, she had grabbed him roughly, pulled him to her, and kissed him.
Bad Reputation – Halfcocked
May was hungry. She did not care that Brock and Max were staring at her, wide-eyed, as she downed any of the food she could reach—or that to her left, Ash was acting exactly the same. Did they not understand that a day of strenuous training and then a contest, to boot, could make a girl absolutely starving?
It was when she was sinking her teeth into a particularly greasy chicken leg, of course, that he arrived. He took a moment to evaluate the situation before him, before he laughed. He flipped his hair. "Good to see you're—ah—enjoying the spoils of victory, May."
Drew smirked, tossing her a rose, before walking away to his own table.
May's face flamed.
A/N: That was actually kind of hard. T_T
Still rather fun, though!
Fear not, I have another oneshot almost done, and ideas for another two in mind. :)
- Naranne
