Sighing, she looked down at the dusty wooden floor, thoughts pounding through her head, painfully loud, her once perfected look ruined, the magnificent hair that had been secured tightly now felt stiff and gluey with hairspray, her detailed makeup smeared by tears. She hadn't slept that night. She just sat and cried. It was now morning, and she still hadn't slept – she had taken the time to call in work claiming sick (her boss was very gullible, and she had never lied to him before unless it was about how magnificent his new tie was, and also her voice was stuffy and choked from her constant crying, which resulted in a 'we will have flowers when you return' statement from him, with an added 'comeback when you feel ready'). What had she done wrong? How did she push him to end such a beautiful relationship that had formed from when they first kissed in a spontaneous, romantic moment that could only happen from a bad authoring job, after only days of writing the first few chapters - got bored and wrote the last chapter, and then the middle chapters became rushed and more sloppy than previous to get to their magnum opus (the last chapter, with a sudden confession on one knee, and a whirlwind incredibly passionate unrealistic first kiss). Sighing, May pushed that thought of their first moment of love from her head, and concentrated on the relationship itself. How had she gone wrong? Thinking back, she wondered if she was too clingy - or perhaps not clingy enough. Following that thought, she looked at herself, mistaking her curves for fat - 'maybe that's it!' she thought sadly, then became consumed by thoughts of self doubt. 'Then again' she continued to herself 'he always said I was dumb... maybe I'm not smart enough for him...'
And then she remembered.
"You're serious?" May's voice trembled. Drew nodded once, turned away, and walked. "... W-wait!" she cried, running after him. "B-but... Why?" Drew turned for a moment, looked at her straight in the eye.
"I'm bored with you." He smirked, and lifted the arm that wasn't attached to the dirty jeans as a sign of goodbye, and walked away.
Was she really boring? Did she bore him? Was she simply not fun enough? - But she was the one who had the childlike behaviour that kept the world guessing, with the quirky cute contest style, like that article in Co-ordinators Weekly said after she came Second in the Jhoto Grand Festival. Sighing again, she dismissed the article. Never believe what you read in the magazines...
'Think positive May, think positive.' She told herself firmly, after noticing small teardrops were forming in her eyes. 'He is an arrogant pessimist. You can do so much better...' After a while of her subconscious beating Drew into a pulp mentally, she decided she was just kidding herself, and went into her 'fairytale land' in which Drew would leap to her rescue, carry her away from the foreboding castle that held her captive (her apartment, in which the rent was ridiculously high), and they would fly away in the sunset on his beautiful stead (flygon), to be married and live happily ever after...
Then she heard it.
Sighing again, she stood up, uncaring about the dust that clung to her clothes, and dragged herself to the window to see who the new couple were while scrabbing and clawing at her face to remove the tears.
'Who ever they are, they're lucky buggers.' She thought bitterly, pushing the window open grudgingly, and seeing a mix of colours entwined in a fairly passionate kiss...
She recognised the crimson locks of her old friend Brianna, but that's not what shocked her.
She also recognised the emerald messy hair she used to run her fingers through lovingly, or roll singular strands between her fingers as he lay next to her.
Drew...
Brianna...
Drew...
Brianna...
"No..." May gasped, falling backwards unwillingly, landing on her rear end onto the wooden floor.
"Mmm, hey Bri, did you hear something?" Drew pulled back, and Brianna pouted. "It sounded like a dull thud."
"Nope, nothing, back to me." Brianna gushed, pulling him back. Drew rather happily complied.
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May paced her room. Now, there was a devious glint in her eyes, almost murderous. She muttered dark nonsense under her breath, before giggling, then muttering darkly again. Finally, she sat on the edge of her bed, nibbling nonchalantly at a hang nail on her thumb, with a furrowed brow, thinking intently. The only idea she could come up with was WAY too much. No way could she hurt Drew – her prince in denim jeans.
...
Brianna on the other hand...
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"Do you get the plan Glaceon?" May whispered to the blue fox-like pokemon. The ice type nodded, although looking slightly disturbed.
"Do I really have to do this? You're the on with the problem" Glaceon growled impatiently. When she let her out of the pokeball, Glaceon had been enjoying a nap, dreaming of going to Snowpoint City again, and finding a mate, having a family, a fairytale ending – the pokemon was startling like her trainer.
"Because you love me?" May sang, giggling, and petting the pokemon sweetly.
Glaceon was about to tell May to try again, when Brianna came skipping down the road, giggling into her phone.
"Yes Drewsie, of course I'll come round tonight!" She gushed, a light blush taking over her cheeks. May gasped in horror in what she meant, but concealed her shock from Glaceon quickly.
'We never did that... but then why is he...?'
"Now... let's do it Glaceon..." May whispered wickedly, her eyes wide in anticipation and pure hatred of the woman in front of them. Glaceon shivered.
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I forgot to say last chapter – but I own nothing. Heck, someone else gave me the damn plot!
Also, I am SO sorry this turned out so short. I SWEAR I am trying.
Toodle Pip.
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