Hey, its me again (sadly). Here's more of the story (obviously)... Okay, if some people are asking why Cynthia is in this story, forget the real Pokemon timeline okay? Their all the same ages (about).

May POV

Drew's jaw dropped when we finally found them again. They were sitting on a bench by a fountain, spraying water onto a statue of Arcues. The sunlight reflected of him, giving him a rainbowy glow (Arcues, duh). A a tint of pink formed on his cheeks, as he looked down at the ground. I could tell that even Paul was distracted, because he was looking everywhere else, besides at Dawn.

"How do they look?" Fawn asked, motioning for us to twirl around.

Drew cleared his throat uuncomfortably and gave a sidelong glance at May. "So, I wonder what need you felt to 'go shopping'?" He made little quote marks in with his hands as he said it.

"That was an epic fail and you know it." Fawn responded rolling her eyes.

"You know what's an 'epic fail'?" Drew asked. "What you just bought."

"Your reaction a minute ago doesn't exactly prove your theory." Fawn shot back narrowing her eyes.

"Hey, I'm just saying. You know, something close to the truth."

"Why you, little," Fawn stomped over to Drew and began smacking him upside the head. Rolling my eyes I turned to look at Dawn, just in time to see her race over to Paul and start chatting excitedly.

Sighing, and wondering how the hell I had gotten myself in the middle of these nitwits I saw a movement out the corner of my eye. A red, angry blur, brandishing a mallet was racing down the street, I smiled knowingly and dodged just in time for a raven haired boy to race past me. "Misty!" I said jumping onto her and giving her a bonecrushing hug. Misty calmed down enough for me to give her a hug, then resumed course chasing Ash, wielding her mallet as a weapon of destruction.

"Ash Ketchum, you are sooooooo dead!" She raced around the bench Drew, Paul and a for once silenced dawn were sitting on. Even Fawn stopped dealing punishment out to Drew, to look on amusedly at Misty chasing Ash around the bustling city square.

Then, she was onto him, whacking him mercilessly with her wooden, death dealing mallet. When Misty was satisfied that Ash had had enough, she stopped, got off of Ash and gave Dawn a fierce hug.

"Change of attidtude much?" Fawn said chuckling. "Now that was something."

"Misty!" Dawn said face brightning Misty stepped back from her, she hugged Misty again, even harder then me, so that it looked like a wrestling move or something. Misty's face turned purple while Dawn was hugging her to death, and when tried to say something, that was when Dawn squeezed even more. In an attempt to get Dawn off her, Misty whacked her on the back with the mallet that still in her hand.

"Hey!" Dawn said leaping back, a look of mock hurt displayed on her face.

Misty took deep breaths trying to get her breath back, her face faded from a bluish color, to deep red as she spoke bewteen gasps. "We...wanted to...cheer...you guys-on...at the...Grand Festival."

"Awww, how sweet," Dawn said a smile forming onto her face.

"That (huff huff) thing you call (huff huff) a hug wasn't." Misty said in mock anger.

But Dawn had already moved to give Ash a hug, which wasn't as nearly big as with Misty. "Hi Dawn," he said ruffling her head fondly. Pika, pika. Pikachu's smiled cutely at Dawn, imtating his clueless master.

"Ash!" I exclaimed, giving him a hug. "Long time no see. Why was Misty chasing you?"

"Oh," he scratched his black hair sheepishly. " I sorta stole her food...but it was for Pikachu!"

"Ash," Misty said her tone sarcastic. "Pokemon don't eat hamburgers."

"Really?" Ash asked, a blank look forming on his face. He scratched his hair sheepishly, "I didn't know that."

Misty facepalmed. "In all your nine years (clue of their ages!) you never knew that?"

"No..."

"Worst excuse ever." Misty spoke under her breath.

"Moving onto brighter subjects," there was an ironic strand of humor in her statement as she turned towards Fawn. "Who's that?"

"Some one that can hear you," Fawn said flatly.

"Paul, what about a Pokemon battle?" Ash interupted, looking excitedly at Paul. Pika, pi. Pikachu said, leaping onto the ground formm Ash's shoulder an glaring aggresivly at Paul.

"Can't," he said in his usual monotne.

"Why/" Ash asked strickenly, a frown forming on his face.

"Cause he got beaten," Fawn said smugly, crossing her arms.

""Haven't they healed by now?" Ash murmured disapointedly.

"I mean, he got beaten hard." Fawn smirked truimphantly at Paul.

"Was it a three on three battle?" Ash asked hopefully.

"Yep."

"What about his other Pokemon?"

"He trained em' till they dropped." Fawn said, glaring daggers at Paul like the rest of us. W didn't agree with Paul's decisions.

"Who beat him?" Misty asked curiously.

"Me," Fawn said smirking even more.

"Anybody who whips Paul's ass is my new best friend," Misty said smirking at Paul and giving Fawn a high five. Suddenly noticing Dawn and I's change of outfits, she whistled in approval. "Good choice," she said, nodding approvingly. "Fawn again?"

Nodding, Fawn hive fived again with Misty. "Can I get one?" Misty asked excitedly.

"Will you beg?" Fawn asked, an evil glint in her eyes.

"Will you give me one if I don't?" Misty asked, putting on her puppy dog face.

"Your good" Fawn said laughing, and bumping fists with Misty.

"I did not get that," Dawn said, dramatically pointing things out with her fingers.

"It's a tomboy thing," Fawn and Misty said in unison. Creepy.

"Why don't you get some rooms at the Pokemon Center?" Fawn asked Dawn. "I get the feeling were staying here tonight."

"Okay," Dawn said her eyes shining in excitement. "Come on May, it's girl's night out tonight."

Dawn's POV

I flung myself onto the lower half of the bunk bed I was sharing with May. Sighing dramatically, as I waited for May to finish lugging Fawn and Misty's backpack's onto the other bunk bed, I turned my head to examine a crack in the wall. Feeling the ladder shift above me, I looked up to see May peeking at me over the wooden bars at the base of her bed. "I totally beat you at swimming," May announced truimphantly, a smirk sliding onto her face.

I rolled my eyes, "Traveling with Drew has rubbed of on you."

"Your one to talk, I would have never guessed that you were travelling with Paul." She wrinkled her nose in disgust, as if his name was a kind of disease.

"He can be nice when he wants to," I retorted.

"Why are you defending him?" May asked incredulously. "The way he treats Pokemon and other people are wrong and you know it!" She slammed her fist against the back board in anger, and dust particles flew off, sparkling in the late afternoon light rays, shining through the windows.

"I gueeess your right," I said but without some inward reluctance. I mean, I know Paul treated his Pokemon wrong, but maybe he was a softy on the inside-

"No he's not Dawn, that boy is as coldhearted on the outside then in the inside."

"Oops, did I say that out loud?" I asked sheepishly, giving her weak smile.

"Yeah."

"May, maybe he's just training his Pokemon so hard, because he wants the best for them."

"Abusing your Pokemon, is not the best for them." May said sarcasticly, rolling onto her back. The bed creaked as she shifted again, and I could imagine her staring at the ceiling and tracing the cracks with her eyes. I sighed and stared at the back of her matress, she would never understand what I felt for Paul. Hell, I didn't understand it either. I definitely felt something though, I was sure. I didn't like the way he treated his Pokemon and the world, I hated it when he was rude (which was almost always) but I couldn't nessacarily say I hated him.

"Dawn, you just said that aloud too," May said from above.

"What?" I wailed in despair, why couldn't I just keep my mouth shut?

"Yep.." May chuckled, but then responded back in a serious tone. "Dawn, if you want to have a relationship with Paul, he's going to have to stop abusing his Pokemon."

"But that's gonna be sooo hard," I complained. "Paul is the stubbornest person I know."

Silence, then heaping gasps of laughter. "What?" I asked, reviewing if I had said anything wrong, in my mind. "Dawn, if you want to have a relationship with Paul, he's going to have to stop abusing his Pokemon." "Oh no," I said, burying my face into my pillow, "I just did it again, didn't I?"

She kept on laughing.

Misty POV

"Twirl for me please," said a smirking Fawn, motioning with a finger for me to twirl. I did spinning happily, usually when people asked me to twirl for them, I would say no and punch them in the face. But this was Fawn, my fellow tomboy, who knew what she wanted and exactly how to get it. I didn't doubt that the phone strapped to her silver belt had some significant purpose in her life.

"Cute," Fawn said, snapping out her phone and taking a quick picture. I couldn't even see the camera on it or the flash. So that's what's it for, I thought unsurprised. Fawn was exactly the kind of girl I expected her to be.

Looking down I glanced at my aqua-ish jean shorts complete with a seashell belt, and lacy-ish material hanging out in the back, in a upside down triangular shape. My pockets had little seashell imprints on them, and the shorts were cut in a wavy pattern on the bottom. Fawn had given me a tanktop that empathized my curves and with seashells hanging out of the from I felt like an obsessed beach tourist, in a good way. I had kept my hair in its usual side ponytail, but Fawn had wrapped thread around a strand of my hair, and tangled a few seashell beads in it, to give my hair a more sophisticated look.

Suddenly, a loud TV flashed behind me, and I turned around to see Vivian, talking about some cooridnator judge and a huge headline flashing. International coordinator, Mckinley comes to help judge this years Grand Festival.

A flashing picture of a women with jet black hair pulled into a tight bun swiveled into view. She wore and unbuttoned blouse with a jet black tanktop underneath and she somehow seemed familiar to me. She flashed a smile at the camera as Vivian went on to talk about how much this was a privelige and all that. I turned to Fawn inferencing that she must be a coordiantor, as she was traveling with Dawn so suddenly, I knew she must know a lot about the coordinator world, and I wanted to know if there was some way I'd met her before.

"Fawn, do you know who she is?" Fawn looked at me her eyes dark and menacing. I was shocked, how could she have changed from happy and carefree to mad and angry so fast? I hadn't know her for a long time, but from what I could tell so far, Fawn was hard to get mad, and always came with a comeback in hand.

"My mother," Fawn said with disgust, before shooting a glare at the TV. She dropped a hundred on the counter to the cashier to pay for the cloths, and strode out of the store without a single look back.

"Fawn, wait up!" I ran to keep up with her, every two steps I took was a quick and long stride for her. "Fawn!"

She sighed and turned to face me, crossing her arms irritatedly. "Let's just get back to the Pokemon Center okay? I don't want to see a single picture of her." She said in disgust.

"Will you explain what's so bad about her then?" I asked worriedly. I didn't like to see Fawn like this, angry and closeminded. An hour ago, when I first met her, she was a strong, cocky and always sarcastic. Now, she was angry beyond belief and I doubted she would have the strengh of mind to shoot back a snarky remark if she was challenged. Sighing, I hurried after down the cobblestoned sidewalk.

May POV

With a bang, the door flew open to reveal a seething Fawn and a worried Misty dashing into the room behind her. Fawn stomped over to the couch and sat down on it in anger. I ceased my laughing fit and worriedly climbed down the ladder. Who is she mad at? Did I do something?

Dawn was already beside Fawn, a worried look on her face. "What's wrong?" Dawn asked Fawn anxiously.

"The fact that my mother exists," Fawn said angrily glaring at the ground. She looked and saw our worried expressions and sighed. "Mckinley is my mother."

I gasped in disbelief, "The Mckinley?" Mckinley Fex was a worldwide coordinator. Acing every contest and challenge she faced. She had won the Grand Festival every single time she had entered it, with her powerful and all time companion Lapras. Hell, she could beat Cynthia, champion of Sinnoh.

"Yeah," Fawn was continuing her tale as I had been thinking. "When I met Leafeon, when I was seven, my mom started keeping me away from Pokemon. I had to sneak out at night to visit Leafeon. Back then, I thought she was right. I mean she was the Mckinley and all.

"One day, when I was twelve I heard her on the phone. She had predicted how I trained and treated Pokemon. She knew, tht if I started my Pokemon journey, I would be able to match her skills. So I tried to run away, and she caught me with her Lapras, which by the way is as evil as the mother of rapists. She threw me in a room with bars on the windows. I was her daughter! So with the help of Leafeon I ran away, but I did have a close call with Lapras. After that, my mother pretended I never existed. It wasn't hard, not many people knew about me, cause she was afraid they would start protesting if they heard what she did."

"Wow, she's pure evil," Misty said in anger, her eyebrows narrowing. "I can't believe your her daughter. Anyone who is afraid of her career like that doesn't deserve to have one."

"Yeah," I agreed with Misty, and I turned my head to look at the TV just in time to see it flicker on.

"And here we are with a verrrrrrrrrrrrry important turn of events." A purplenette showed up on the screen with a large big red and white headline reading, Cynthia, Champion of Sinnoh, Gets Finally Beaten By Mckinley, All Time Coordinator Two Days Ago. "We definitely did not expect her to go down that path of victory." The reporter said jokingly, "but here she is, give it up for Mckinley!-"

"Ugh," Fawn groaned as she turned off the TV and buried her head into a striped pink and blue pillow. "I did not need to see that." She lifter her head from the pillow, a look of pure genius on her face. "We definetly need something to cheer up, don't we?"

"Yeah..." Me, Dawn and Misty said in unison, not quite what to make of it.

"It just happens that Sabrina is having a party!" Fawn said in enthuisiasm.

"Who's she?" I asked.

"No idea."

Cynthia POV

I groaned and rolled over onto my bed when I heard knocking on the door. I still hadn't gotten over my loss to Mckinley. I would have never suspected a coordintaor would have beaten me. Not to say I hadn't heard of her, it was just that she would have the farthest person on my mind when I thought about likely trainers to challenge me. The higher you rise, the harder you fall.

After a moment of indescision, the person behind the door opened it with the other key the hotel had. "Cynthia," I looked up in surprise, Volkner was the last person I would've thought of to barge into my room.

"Come back to pity the loser?" I sneered. My own behavior surprise me too, I had never been the kind of person to make sarcastic or sneering remarks. Until now. The lack of the strength of mind I once held, shocked me. I used to be strong, graceful and intimidating. But that was before the whole world watched my defeat on Poke news. Before everything.

He sighed and pulled up a chair from the glass table, once clean, but now a complete mess. Clothers, papers and all kinds of things were thrown onto the table in my glum state of depression. "Cynthia-"

"Stop it," I sobbed, the tears that wouldn't come for two days rolled down my cheeks. "Just stop it! The world probably sees me as some kind of depressed loser-j-just stop it!" I broke down into my pillow, heaping sobs came as cried my heart out. It hur more then ever, to see what I had become.

"Cynthia," he said gently laying a hand on my shoulder. "They don't see you that way."

"You don't know that!" Another sob ripped from my throat as I moved away from his hand.

"It doesn't matter what they think Cynthia. To me, your still the strong defiant girl from day one." Me and Volkner had gone on a couple of dates before I had lost to Mckinley. I had to admit to myself, I did like him, a lot.

"And," he hadn't finished yet. He placed his hand on my shoulder again. "Your the girl I like, a lot."

My cheeks burned red, just hidden in my damp pillow. I groaned, to mask my surprised and maybe a little excited reaction. My voice came out, muffled from the pillow, "Romance isn't the closest thing to my mind right now." I groaned.

"Oh," I could hear the rustle of his navy leather jjacket as he got up to leave.

"Wait," I sat up and my fingers latched themselves onto his sleeve. I didn't know what I was doing, my body was moving of its own record. The tension and awkwardness of the situation lifted by my next words. "Stay with me." Eyes full of understanding, Volkner crawled into the bed with me and wrapped his arms around me. It was somewhat sort of a possesive gesture, but I liked it.

After like a month of no response... i update... people.. feel free to hate me. Yeah, Cynthia's POV was kindof crappy there... whatever