A/N: Sorry I'm late. I kinda fell asleep writing this last night. Sigh. To make it up to you, let me give you a hint/spoiler…it may be an alternate universe, but does everything have to be different? Enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. five minutes later... Nope. I still don't own it.
Chapter 1: Look Out!
May
"Sis! Let's go to the beach!" Max cried, jumping on my bed. He was wearing swim trunks, an "I love Pi" T-shirt, and a big smile. His brown eyes sparkled with what an adult would consider excitement for this trip, but they really glinted evilly at the idea of torturing me.
Normally, I would've been honored that he called me "sis" instead of "fat cow", "heifer", or his classic: "dumb butt". I would've been honored…if it wasn't five o'clock in the morning. The worst part was, I had no one to save me; my parents were already at work. My dad owned a moving company, and my mom was a part time accountant. Talk about boring. And, what was worse, I was stuck watching my devil of a brother since it was summer vacation, and he wasn't going to camp the whole time.
But that's not the point! I told myself. The point is, your little worm of a brother woke you up at FIVE IN THE MORNING!
"Get out of my room!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.
Had there been an adult around, he would have begun to fake cry. Since it was just me, instead of summoning the crocodile tears, he simply got out the phone.
"If you don't take me to the beach," he began, shaking a threatening finger at me. "I'll tell mom, she'll come home early, you'll be grounded, and I'll still get to go to the beach!"
To this day, I still can't believe people think he's a cute, innocent little boy. I'm completely baffled by the way he can work his way around words like that. He was even smarter than me, and I was a little over three years older; I had just turned seventeen. I also didn't understand how a thirteen-year-old could get away with it, but he was short for his age.
I sighed, ruffled his dark blue hair, and got out of bed.
He jumped up and down. "Yay! I win, you lose! May is such an idiot!"
"Max, that didn't even rhyme!" I argued, proud I could identify a rhyme.
"It doesn't have to; I won," Max said.
"Of course because you're smarter! You're like a genius!" I said.
"Sorry, but flattery will get you nowhere," said Max, crossing his stubby arms. He pushed up his glasses triumphantly.
"Enough, Max. I've gotta get dressed if we're going to the beach," I muttered.
"Right. Put on something pretty," he said, winking.
"You're sick," I shot back as Max closed the door slowly. Three, two, one. I saw the door open a crack and then close abruptly. That little brat!
"OUT!" I bellowed. I heard my brother's scurrying footsteps run down the hall and descend the steps.
Then, I took a deep breath and got out my bikini. I hoped it still fit; I hadn't shopped for a bathing suit in over a year. It was too damn demeaning, and it made me feel fat—even though I was far from it.
Drew
I started my day like any other: with an appointment with my personal stylist and agent. Usually, I was too preoccupied with something else to really notice Harley's annoying mannerisms and quirks. If he wasn't such a good stylist, I would've fired him years ago.
I ran a hand through my green hair as I waited for him to come into my hotel room. I had decided to stay in Petalburg city for awhile. It was close enough to the beach that I could keep up on my tan, but most of my fans were in Johto, western Hoenn by Fourtree and LaRousse, and in Kanto. I hadn't really expanded my fans to Sinnoh yet, but that would all come soon enough. However, it was obvious that my career was taking a downturn. How serious a downturn it actually was would only be uncovered by time. All I could do for the time being was to keep being Drew…and that was pretty easy.
I was seventeen-and-a-half, after all. How much longer could I expect such intense female attention? I was almost past my heartthrob years and into my washed-up-teeny-bopper years. I was getting nervous that they'd make a special about me on Where are they now? or something, and that would be the end of it.
But I couldn't get wrapped up in those thoughts! I had to stay positive. It was going to be difficult—especially considering that I had a naturally negative and cynical disposition—but I was going to have to pretend to be happy.
There was a knock at my door, and I sighed with relief. Harley! He wasn't usually that late, but that was okay with me; I'd needed some time to think over my life.
"Drew, honey!" Harley squealed. "Now there's my little money maker!"
"Good morning, Harley," I said boredly. "You're late," I observed.
"Yeah. Sorry about that, my little key lime pie," He smiled at me.
"What did I tell you about the nicknames?"
Harley's face twisted into mock sadness. "You don't like my endearing little names for you?" he cried.
"No," I said calmly.
"Fine," Harley muttered. "Now, let's get you all gussied up,"
He began to walk to the closet of my suite, humming one of my songs along the way.
"Hey, Harley?" I asked, still sitting on the couch.
"What's up, Drew?" he replied absentmindedly, going through the closet to look for something for me to wear. Usually, he'd give me some options that were appropriate for the specific day. Then, I'd pick out my own outfit while he briefed me on the day's plans. But today was different; I could tell by the way Harley was humming. He never hummed my songs.
"What's the plan?" I demanded.
Harley chuckled. "Don't you usually wait until I give you your clothing options before asking, sweetie?"
"Yeah…" I began.
"But today feels different?" Harley finished.
I was startled. Sometimes Harley could just read my mind. Although, we have known each other for years. "Exactly," I said.
"Well, I figured you could just take it easy today, do what you want. Maybe you could go to the beach and tan or something. Whatever you want, honey!"
Don't call me honey! I thought. But I said,
"That's nice of you, Harley. I think I'm gonna go to the beach,"
"I'll pick out some trunks that'll go with your hair," Harley said giddily, clapping his hands together.
I followed him to the closet, sans the skipping and butt-wiggling. Inside, he got me some plain, mint green swim trunks. They had black racing stripes down the sides. I'd worn them on the June page of my calendar.
"I like 'em." I said. Then, I realized I didn't want to get sunburned. "Which shirt?" I asked.
"Way ahead of you, Drewykins!" Harley cried. He thrust a light purple cotton button down into my face.
"Thanks," I said, accepting the clothing. With that, Harley smiled and left the room. I, on the other hand, went to the bathroom to change.
May
After I got into my red bikini, I put on a gray cover up and matching flip flops.
"MAX! Let's go, or I'll leave without you!" I threatened.
"Okay, okay! Don't have a conniption," he said coolly.
I sighed. "You know I don't understand big words,"
"Sorry. Don't have a temper tantrum, May," Max said.
"See? Was that so hard?" I asked.
"No," he mumbled.
I got my bag, my phone, towels and sunscreen, and my favorite red flying disc. Max did the same. Then, we locked the door, I took the keys, and we started toward the beach.
A short walk later…
"Don't you love the beach, May?" Max said excitedly. "Now just look at all the pretty girls,"
I rolled my eyes. "I didn't even know you liked girls," I said.
Max shrugged, his eyes on a woman sunbathing with her bikini untied. His glasses were glinting in the sunlight.
"Hey, Max! Catch!" I said. I pulled the red flying disc from my bag, throwing it at where I thought Max would be able to catch it. Boy, was I wrong.
A sudden wind caught the Frisbee, blowing it over Max's head. It was headed straight for a guy who was sitting on a rocky outcropping. His head was turned.
"Look out!" I shouted as the flying disc flew closer. The wind was really blowing it now…
Drew
My chauffer drove me the short distance to the beach; even though I could drive myself, I chose to relax, and driving was not relaxing to me. The beach wasn't very crowded, thankfully; if my fans had been there, I would've driven right back. The beach was also pretty clean, for a public beach.
I sat, on a rocky outcropping, my back turned away to the few beachgoers. Instead, I faced the sea, trying to relax. My shirt was slightly unbuttoned, and I was secretly wearing sunscreen; I thought my skin was perfect the way it was, and I didn't need to tan to look awesome.
As I was listening to the waves crash against the shore and the seagulls squawking in my ears, I scanned the beach with my eyes. I had felt something, this sort of conflict with myself…or whoever had just entered the beach.
Then, while I was looking around, I saw her. She was standing a little ways away from me; I could see her because I'd chosen to turn around and look at the beachgoers. She hadn't noticed me, though. She was focusing on a small boy who looked about…eleven? Her body language told me that she was annoyed by the young boy.
Her soft, brown hair fell in gentle curls, and even though she was wearing a cover up, I could tell that her figure was perfect. She looked to be about sixteen years old. Like I said, she was really a sight to see…yet, something about her just shook me to every fiber of my being.
Suddenly, I felt a gust of wind, and I saw out of the corner of my eye that the girl had thrown a bright red flying disc—and it was head straight towards me, glinting in the sunlight. Good thing I was an athlete.
"Look out!" she screamed. That voice! Wow…
Casually, I stood up, reached out, and closed my hands around the Frisbee's plastic surface. I spun it in my hand casually.
I saw her run over to me, her legs kicking up sand in her haste. Weird, she hadn't even seen me yet, but by the urgency she was running with, you would've thought I'd been critically injured or something. When she climbed up the outcropping, I spoke.
"Looking for this?" I asked, my back still turned.
"Are you okay?" she asked breathlessly, panting in the heat.
I turned around, flipping my bangs from my face in a nonchalant manner. I plastered a smirk onto my face, and I felt it waver as I took in her features for the first time up close. She was flawless, utterly flawless. "I believe this belongs to you," I said, tossing the Frisbee at her feet.
"Yeah," she breathed. "Sorry about that,"
Inside, I smiled, a real smile. I wasn't surprised, though; I tend to have that effect on women. Outwardly, I chuckled sarcastically. "Don't you know how to throw?" I asked, spinning the disc on top of my index finger.
She instantly puffed up. Wow, I thought. Short temper… "Why yes, I can throw," she said angrily. "What gives you the right to tell me I can't? Huh? Who are you, anyway?"
I simply flipped my hair again. "The name's Drew. Although, if you didn't know, I'd wonder what planet you fell from,"
"Well, I'm May," she said. "But if I said it was nice to meet you, I'd be lying," she spat.
Looks like she's playing hard to get. Or maybe she's serious! Oh, she's so hard to understand! I thought.
May
The boy I met on the beach was ridiculously cute. He was so cute, in fact, that it made me flustered. He was so confusing, though. I mean, he caught the Frisbee, yes, but he gave me a load of crap about it.
He started off by asking me in the rudest way if I knew how to throw! Seriously, of course I can throw! What kind of jerk was he? Something about that guy rubbed me the wrong way from the start…but his hair…and the casual way he wore it…It seemed so effortless.
Anyway, I probably could've handled the entire situation better, but he just made me so angry! Even the way he introduced himself was infuriating, with that stupid…yet strangely seductive…hair flip.
And then he said something about me being from another planet. What was that all about? He was so annoyingly arrogant and stuck up that it made me want to be sick.
He was just so rude! What was his name again? Right, Drew. I mean, he obviously doesn't know common courtesy! I thought angrily. Because what kind of guy acts like that? What happened to making a good first impression?
Well, it could always have been better…especially for us…
A/N: Please R&R. By the way, thanks to everyone who put me on their Story Alerts list. Chapter 2 will be up soon…
