Sorry! Sorry! I know, I know. I've been spending waaaaayyy too much time on Alpha Sapphire! I did this with black as well. I play the games 'til I beat them and then spend my time getting two or three teams of level 100s. Well, that and I read Inconceivable by sjshark23. It's a good one, check it out. I also have been reading a book by George Carlin, so that is another way to take my time from writing.

Sorry, guys. Enjoy.

May Maple, a 21 year old former coordinator looked rather dim today. After arriving back to Petalburg city, she was utterly depressed. It finally dawned upon her that even after winning a grand festival, there wasn't really anything that exciting about this anymore. All the traveling, seeing new places, meeting new people and Pokémon didn't have the same glamour as it did several years ago.

May was walking in the greenhouse, watching her Pokèmon when her mom called her. "May!" She shouted from the gym. May looked up and listened intently. "What!" She screamed back. The scream sounded rude, but the intent wasn't there. "Phone!" A three word conversation... hilarious. She sighed. Who could possibly be calling her? Drew? No she shot him down months ago. Harley? Insult galore... he hated her, so that took him out of question. "Solidad?" She asked herself. "Hmm, maybe..." she trailed off.

As she passed a sleeping Slaking, she continued to ponder. Ugh, why is it such a big deal? Her question wasn't exactly out of the ordinary. Why was she stressing so much? Had she hoped for someone? She shook her head and walked through the door into the gym.

Walking through the gym and back into the house, Max appeared. "Phone's for you... Although you may be surprised on who it is." Max walked straight past her as he chuckled. "Pfft, dumbass." Hey, maybe it's a call from the Devon Corp. for an interview. She remained optimistic of this idea until she approached the video phone.

As soon as her eyes came in contact with the screen, she stopped. Wide eyed and emotionless. "May!" Through the speaker came the voice of a male in his mid twenties. HIM!? Her breathing pace increased. Her blood started to boil! She raised an eyebrow as her face showed a sign of anger. The man on the screen sat there with a worried expression on his face. Her's didn't really show any more. "What the hell do you want!?" She screamed. Harley flinched. "Hey hon, calm down." His green Cacturne headpiece moves slightly. "I just called to see if you're alright, we're surprised that you just up and left like that. It isn't like you." He wasn't insulting her? Why is it calling, and why is it being so neutral? Her temper lowered a bit. He was genuinely concerned? "What game are you playing at?" Still skeptical, her eyes narrowed. Harley sighed. "This is probably a bad time... I'll call back later." As soon as he said that, a semi-famous, green haired coordinator popped up and pushed Harley's hand away from the phone.

"What're you doing?" "We're trying to find out what's going on!" Drew shouted. May's expression turned from angry to confused. "Hold it, hold it," she said. "What's going on?" Drew looked at Harley and then back to the screen. Harley opened his mouth, but Drew quickly covered his mouth. "Before he says anything stupid, we just wanna know how you're holdin' up. Ya left pretty abrubtly, and it's all over the news!" May chuckled nervously. "Why're you guys worried about it? You should be happy you have less competition! Now you don't have me to clobber you guys." She said simply. Drew laughed. "Oh please, you were NOT in our way, we were going easy on you. Plus your battle style is all wrong," Harley blurted. This earned him a punch in the arm from Drew. "Shut up!" he grunted. "Listen May, we're kind of friends, and isn't that what friends do? Look out for each other. Ya know?"

She looked at him blankly. Since when did he see them as just friends. He'd been after her since they were kids. Her eyebrows raised towards them. They do seem actually concerned, and it couldn't hurt to talk to someone either. She sighed. "Ok Flower Boy, wha'do ya wanna know?" Drew stared back dumbstruck. Flower Boy? He shook it out of his head for now. "Why'd you leave?" Harley who had actually kept his mouth shut just nodded.

She turned around and pulled a chair from the table. This was gonna be a long story. She turned around and faced the chair towards the phone and sat down.

"Well, I started thinking about it about three years ago. Ash and I were talking at his house before I left for Kalos, and he'd brought up that he was too old for his dreams and that he was done training Pokèmon." She paused. "I was incredibly mad at him. I was really concerned for him. He of all people was the last person I expected to ever say that!" Harley and Drew looked back confused. She never said he was done before. "Anyways, we got into this huge fight and we haven't talked since. But ever since that day, I've been thinking more and more about it! And after all of those losses, I decided it was time to throw in the towel." May let them take it in for a moment, then continued. "It's game over. Ash was right, and he'll always be right. It was just a silly little kid's dream. Achievable, but sort of a waste of time in the grand scheme of things."

Harley looked more surprised than Drew. May just stared back at them boredly. She shrugged. "That's what you wanted to know, isn't it?" Both of them looked dumbstruck and floored. What is she on? Drew asked himself. "Wait a minute, lemme get this straight. You think, because of what that immature dumbass told you, that it's all good to give up your career?" Drew asked. "Yeah May, it's a career. You were successful. Just because he wasn't willing to give it a few more tries, or wasn't satisfied with his - I regret saying this - fantastic achievments, you decided to give it all up too?" Drew shook his head. "You're exactly like him."

She put her hands over her face and sighed. "I don't need this." She hung up and broke into a sprint as she ran for her bedroom. She ran in and slammed the door, threw herself on her bed, and buried her face in her pillow. "He's not a dumbass." She sobbed silently.