May

Days had passed. I sat on edge of my bed, thinking.

I wonder...

Who was that boy?

I still had his jacket.

I wanted to give it back. There was no need to keep his jacket. I felt bad keeping it. Guilty. I hadn't even said thank you.

He shouldn't have given it to me. Or taken me home.

But I was grateful.

I wouldn't want to walk around naked. Or walked around at all, really.

I wanted to do something. I was bored.

My head throbbed.

My laptop had been borrowed by my lttle brother, Max.

Maybe he was still on it?

Oh well.

I left my room and saw Max on the couch, my laptop on the table.

He was watching cartoons. And he said he was mature. He was only 11. I was 14.

"Max?"

Max turned around and jumped up, rushing to my side. "May! You're not supposed to be out of bed!"

I smiled. "I'm fine, Max. Just a little bit bored, you know? And hungry." It's amazing how I did that.

Stay so normal while my mind had been reduced to such simple measures.

Sentences that cut off.

"Oh." Max frowned.

We lived on our own. Well, our dad was with us, but he got home rather late every night, around 11:30. Max barely saw him, but somethimes I would stay up and wait for him.

I didn't do that a lot lately.

Maybe tonight?

Our parents were divorced. That was what we told everybody.

The truth was, our mother left our dad for another man. Max was that man's child. We were half-siblings. But very close. Maybe even closer than regular siblings.

We moved after that. Kanto just didn't feel right.

So we came to Hoenn.

"Do you want anything to eat?"

I snapped out of my small flashback and nudged Max's arm playfully.

"I did say I was hungry, right?"

"Eheheh..." Max scratched the back of his neck sheepishly. My head pulsed.

"Let's go cook something together, okay?" I smiled, ignoring the pain.

"Sure..." We walkd into the kitchen where I saw a few papers on the counter.

"Hm?" I picked them up and read them. "Max? What is this?"

Max padded over in his bare feet.

"... I think these are excuse papers. It says you can't go to school for a week after it starts."

I blanched. What would the normal May do?

"Yay!" I threw my arms into the air cheerfully. "No school for me!"

Max looked at me, exasperated. "Guess that incident didn't change you one bit, huh?"

Oh, how wrong you are.

"Nope!" But lying as always the easier way out, right?

He sighed. "Yeah. I figured."

Misty

"Hey!"

I turned around and saw a girl running towards me. It's Dawn, I think. I don't know her very well, but she's May's friend.

"What?"

"What happen to May?"

"You don't know?"

"Summer vacation on some mountain. Didn't hear. So, what happened?"

"May... she was mugged."

"WHAT?" I pinch her lips together. This is kinda irritating. When it seems like she won't start blabbing about I-don't-care, I let go.

"Some dude pulled her in an alley and tried to mug her."

"I thought she was-" LIP PINCH. Repeat process.

"May didn't have any cash, so the guy took her dress."

"THAT PERVERT!" I didn't even bother. She really needed to learn how to listen. But she had a point.

"And I think he was gonna rape her..." Dawn covered her mouth, tearing up. "But then she screamed and the police came."

She let out a breath of relief. Annoying as she was, her heart was in the right place. I hope.

"I-is she OK?"

"Hm? Yeah. I dunno how she got back home though, she just disappeared from the scene. I went to see her... 4 days ago?"

"Can I go?" Dawn unleashed those big eyes May talks about.

I cracked. Honestly, though, I think May can do better. When she does it, these weird sparkles come out...

"Yeah, I guess... You should probably take some food... Um, hey?"

Dawn was running off, screaming about what food to prepare. I hope she's a good cook... Otherwise May will die...

Seriously, she will. May really likes good, gourmet food. Like, top-quality-5-star bistro food. Once Ash cooked for us... She passed out for 7 hours. When she woke up she jacked my mallet and beat Ash to a pulp. A squishy, bloody pulp. It was gross.

I wonder what'll happen to Dawn...

Wow, this is kinda angsty. The top part, I mean. I forgot the plotline I had in my head, so... I NOW HAVE 2 STORIES W/NO PLOT.