Hya! I'm back! And here comes The Chappie #2 rewrite! I hope you like it!
Drew: Amv, you're actually making me go through this all over again?!
Amv: Yep! This fic is redefining the term "Drew Torturing"
Drew: ... You're insane
Amv: -cackles maniacly- yep! Well, I gotta get writing. Time to get back inside the story now.
Drew: Fine. -climbs into computer-
Amv: O.o well, I don't own pokemon or any of the following:
"Leavin'" by Jesse McCartney
"Wait for You" by Elliott Yamin
"S.O.S." by Jonas Brothers
But, I DO own "I Shouldn't Miss You" by J! -winks-
Enjoy!
Chapter Two:
The Eccentric Scott
The rain had long since soaked Drew to the skin. His Face was buried into his hands, which were resting on his legs, drawn up to his chest. If you could get a look at his face, it would have been completely impossible to tell the difference between the rain and the tears sliding slowly down his face. Drew wished more than anything at that moment that he had told her how he felt sooner; he could hardly bear to think about how happy he would be to finally have May as his girlfriend, as he'd daydreamed about for years. But no... If May had a boyfriend, she didn't have feelings for him, either now or ever... how stupid he had been, to delude himself into thinking he'd ever be good enough for her...
"What on earth are you doin' out here in the rain, lad?" said a voice with a slight Irish lilt. Drew looked up to see a man, maybe in his early or mid-twenties, wearing a dark blue jacket with a hood that covered his head and left his face in shadows, and long, thick blue jeans. In his arms was a large brown paper bag that seemed bulging with groceries.
"Ah, it's too cold out here. Tell ya what, lad- why don't you come back to me flat and I'll talk to ya there." He continued.
Drew shrugged and stood up, his legs shaking slightly. It occurred to him for a moment that this guy could be a serial killer, but his gut told him that he could trust this man. "Sure."
The man nodded, and led him across the street to a tall apartment building. Drew followed him without really paying attention to what he was doing, so when the man stopped in front of his door suddenly, Drew walked right into him. "S-sorry."
"No harm done." the man replied, and he unlocked the door and pushed it open and went inside. Drew followed.
On one side of the room he entered was a dark blue couch facing a TV, and about five feet from the television was a small, round table with two chairs. But on the opposite wall... Drew's mouth fell open; he was facing rack after rack, shelf after shelf of CDs. There must have been at least five hundred on the nearest shelf alone. He stepped foreward and looked at the artists. They seemed to be arranged in no apparent order; OneRepublic, Chris Brown, Simple Plan, Avril Levine, Kaci Brown, Vanessa Hudgens, Keith Anderson, Tim McGraw, Taylor Swift, Beyonce...
"Like my collection, do ya?" The man asked with a smile. He had taken off his jacket to reveal him wearing a dark red t shirt. Drew now saw that he had short, incredibly red hair and light brown eyes.
"Yeah... where did you get all these?" Drew asked.
"Ya know that building next to the park I found ya at? That's the radio station I work at. 98.3 The Blender. We play pretty much every kind of music ya can think of. I get these off work." He told Drew. "Well, if ya want some tea, it's over here."
Drew nodded and sat in a chair facing him. "Um, you never told me... what's your name?"
He smacked himself in the forehead. "Good Lord, I never told ya me name? No wonder you've been staring at me like I'm a weirdo. 'M name's Scott. Yours?"
"Drew." the green-haired boy looked down at his mug of sweet tea.
"The coordinatin' lad? I thought the hair was familiar. Ya got half the female population in love with ya!" Scott laughed.
Drew smiled slightly. It felt like the muscles in his mouth were working rather hard, as if he'd forgotten how to. He looked down again. "Yeah... It's ironic, isn't it? I could go out with any girl I wanted, but the one girl I've ever loved has just gotten a boyfriend."
"First class ticket to Brokenheartsville, huh?" Scott asked. His smile now seemed sadder, more sympathetic.
"A ticket to where?" Drew said, "I've never seen a city called 'Brokenheartsville' on any map."
"Well, you wouldn't." Scott chuckled, and then explained, "Joe Nichols has a song called 'Brokenheartsville'. It's actually just a fictional place. A stage you go through when you get your heart broken." And at that, he tipped back his head and sang sadly,
"Here's to the past, they can kiss my glass.
I hope she's happy with him.
Here's to the girl, who wrecked my world,
That angel who did me in.
I think the devil drives a Coupe de Ville.
I watched 'em drive away over the hill,
Not against her will, an' I've got time to kill..."
"Down in Brokenheartsville..." Drew finished for him, recognizing the song that had been playing earlier. He took a sip of his drink, and then saw that Scott was eyeing him curiously.
"What?" Drew asked, looking down at his shirt, which was plastered to his chest, as it was still very wet. "Did I spill anything?"
"Do ya sing often, Drew?" Scott asked.
This question caught Drew by surprise. "Well... sometimes, if a song I like is playing on the radio and I know the lyrics and no one's around to hear me attempt to sing."
"Ya actually got a pretty good voice." Scott said, a small, thoughtful crease breaking across his forehead.
Drew's eyes grew wide. "Me? No way."
"Ya really do, lad. Sing me a song ya like. I'm doin' and experiment here, help me out." Scott begged.
"What do I sing?" Drew asked, feeling extremely confused.
"Well..." Scott thought for a moment, "Sing how ya feel. Like, how ya felt when your friend got a boyfriend."
"Hmm," Drew murmured, thinking about that moment where his heart was shattered, the moment he found that the girl he loved had another man...
And before he knew it, Drew closed his eyes and sang:
"Why don't you tell him that I'm leavin' never looking back again
You found somebody who does it better than he can
No more making you cry
No more them gray skies
Girl we flying on a g-5, g-5
And we're leavin' never to come back again
So call your shawty you tell him you found a new man
The one who's so so fly
The one to keep you high
Have you singing all night, Oh, whoa..."
And after that, it seemed as natural as coordinating, he added,
"I never felt nothing in the world like this before
Now I'm missing you
And I'm wishing that you would come back through my door
Why did you have to go? You could have let me know
So now I'm all alone,
Girl you could have stayed
but you wouldn't give me a chance
With you not around it's a little bit more then I can stand
And all my tears they keep running down my face
Why did you turn away?
So why does your pride make you run and hide?
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it's a lie what you keep inside
This is not how you wanted to be
"So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don't know what else I can do
Don't tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just aunt true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do I'll wait for you
It's been a long time since you called me
(How could you forget about me)
You got me feeling crazy (crazy)
How can you walk away,
Everything stays the same
I just can't do it baby
What will it take to make you come back
Girl I told you what it is & it just isn't like that
Why can't you look at me, your still in love with me
Don't leave me crying.
Baby why can't we just start over again
Get it back to the way it was
If you give me a chance I can love you right
But you're telling me it won't be enough
So baby I will wait for you
Cause I don't know what else I can do
Don't tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just aunt true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do I'll wait for you
So why does you pride make you run & hide
Are you that afraid of me?
But I know it's a lie what your keeping inside
That's not how you wanted to be
Baby I will wait for you
Baby I will wait for you
If it's the last thing I do
Baby I will wait for you
Cause I don't know what else I can do
Don't tell me I ran out of time
If it takes the rest of my life
Baby I will wait for you
If you think I'm fine it just aint true
I really need you in my life
No matter what I have to do I'll wait for you
I'll Be Waiting..."
When Drew finally finished, he was as surprised as Scott was. The silence between them lengthened until Scott said, "Drew... have you ever heard of Destiny Maxwell? The TV producer?"
"Destiny? Yeah, she's my cousin!" Drew said. His voice sounded rather thick from singing.
"Well, at the station, they're saying that she's looking for three more people to go on her new game show. You should call her and tell her that you want to come on!"
"Why?" Drew asked, wondering how this could possibly help him.
Scott lowered his voice down to a near whisper. "Imagine what your girl would think if she turned on the TV and saw you singing a heartfelt love song?"
"That I was a complete loser?" Drew guessed. (A/N- You have to admit, it's a really sad time, but that was kind of funny. Drew: Shut up, Amv.)
Scott rolled his brown eyes to the ceiling. "Be serious, Drew. She would think that ya had feelings for her!"
"That wouldn't help at all." Drew said, shaking his head, "If she found out that I had feelings toward her, the weird friendship we have between us would be ruined. I'd like to, but I can't. Besides, I've got to get ready for the Grand Festival."
"All right... If you insist." Scott's face fell slightly. But then he dug into his pocket and pulled out an ipod. As he slid it toward Drew, he said, "Take this. It has a bunch of songs about heartbreak on it, so when you're down, listen to this and I guarantee it'll make you feel better."
"Well... alright. Thanks." Drew nodded in gratitude and went to the door. "Thanks again, for everything."
"I'll see you tomorrow, 'kay?" Scott said, "I'd like to hear more about your girl problem."
"Okay." Drew waved, and shut the door. A bang of thunder announced that the storm was far from over. Drew put on the headphones and scrolled down the songs list. One title, "S.O.S.," by Jonas Brothers, caught his eye.
"What the heck?" He muttered as he pressed the center circle.
"Told you I made dinner plans..."
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BOOM.
Thunder crashed, lightning flashed, and raindrops the size of bullets pounded her window relentlessly. May was wide awake, wrapped up in a blanket as she stared out the window. She had a good view of the ocean from here, so she could see the tall iron gray waves sweeping the beach clean. Thunderstorms as bad as these always made May nervous, but when she called Joey to tell her she was scared, he had said was, "You'll be fine, go back to sleep," grumpily. (Drew: grrrrr... that jerk!)Since all of May's Pokémon had been in the care of Nurse Joy, May was all alone in her room with the thoughts she just couldn't understand.
May was feeling extremely guilty. She knew that Joey was her boyfriend, but in the past few hours, she couldn't get another boy off her mind. Another boy she had once loved more than anything... another boy, another trainer... another coordinator...
"What's wrong with me?" May whispered. "Joey's my boyfriend, I like him. Not... not him."
And then May sang in her soft, angelic voice:
"Oh, I shouldn't want this,
I shouldn't want that.
I got a new man now and I
Can't afford to look back
Gotta move on with my life
Enjoy my time with him,
Can't waste time thinkin' bout what could've been
I know how much you and I have been through,
Baby, I should be over you, oo,oo,
So then why do I miss you?"
May sighed as she looked out at the window, her heart heavy with guilt, confusion, and pain. "I shouldn't miss Drew..."
xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxo
That was a lot better than the original chapter 2.
Amv: Haha! Yay! That was fun!
Drew: I -twitch- am -twitch- going -twitch- to -twitch- kill- twitch- JOEY!!
Amv: You're mad now? Please! Joey's only just getting started! I haven't redefined Drew TortureFic yet!
Drew: YOU ARE SO DEMENTED!!
Amv: Ignoring that... can you all tell me what you thought of the song May sang at the end? I wrote it myself. In about five minutes, so it really stinks. Thanks!