Three
Five Days Ago
Drew made a growling sigh, fumbling around in the darkness to hit the off button on his possibly possessed alarm clock, that had decided to go off at 2:23 AM, then 2:37, 4:12, and now at 6:51.
"The world wants me to die of sleep deprivation, is that it? "
The beeping persisted, Drew at last realizing it was the phone.
"...yes? "
"Um, hi Drew. It's- "
"May. " Sitting up in bed, he felt the familiar tug in his chest at the sound of her voice, like a chained animal leaping for freedom only to be jerked savagely backwards and fall. "What can I do for you? "
"I need to do some shopping, and Ash can't take me, plus Altaria's wing is still hurting her, so anyway, can you do it? "
"No problem. "
"Really? Awesome! " May beamed on her end of the line, despite the fact that Drew could not see her. "I owe you one! "
Drew chuckled lightly. "When do you want me to pick you up? "
"Um...how soon can you get over here? "
"15 minutes, I think. See you soon. "
"Ok, I got to go, sorry, I love you, bye! " May finished quickly, hanging up the phone and missing Drew's quiet reply.
"I love you too, May. "
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After a pleasant afternoon on May's part and a painful one on Drew's, both were drinking in a tiny cafe by the new fountain in the square. The green eyed male sipped his tea disinterestedly as his brunette friend munched cheerfully on a brownie, bags on her lap and beside her. The small round table was the closest one to the window, and Drew could hear the faint sound of the fountain behind him, knowing from long experience that the water was as bright as the eyes of the woman across from him, but a far less attractive shade of blue.
"Like your tea? " she queried.
"It's fine, " he noted quietly, emerald eyes on May as she took a sip from her root beer, bubbly mood matching her beverage. "Thanks for all this. "
"No problem. "
There was a scraping noise, then another brunette stole the chair between them, deep brown eyes bright with mischief. "Well, hello Drew. And hey to you too, dear May. "
May bit back a laugh as Drew's irritated glance at Gary, instead asking politely, "What are you doing here? "
"The Monday Special, " he replied, nodding at in the direction of the counter. May's eyes went instantly to the sign, Drew's gaze following Gary's to the figure below it, working on some lucky person's food order, black mini skirt and orange-scarlet ponytail moving in time to a rap song on her Ipod.
"'Coffee and Bagel, 5 dollars.' It does sound good. " May noted innocently.
"Yeah... " Gary sighed blissfully, chin in one hand as Drew gave him a mildly amused and sympathetic glance. Just then, Misty came out from behind the counter, shoving a notepad into the waist pocket of her black apron and taking out her headphones with a trace of regret.
"Hey there, guys! Nice to see you. Gary, " she added coolly, nodding dismissively to him.
"Misty, " he replied, matching her arrogance to the letter. Drew sighed. "Didn't know you worked here, Misty. "
"Every Monday, " she replied. "Everything ok here? "
"I'll take the usual, Waitress. " Gary stated, getting a pissed off glance from Misty.
"Read the tag, Customer. It's MISTY. I swear if you didn't tip so well, I'd put rat poison in your coffee. "
"Awww, really? I'm so flattered that you'd add an special touch just for me, " he smirked as she huffed and put her headphones back in, strutting off.
"The usual? ...just how often do you come here? "
Gary closed his eyes dismissively. "Shut up, Andy Pandy. "
Drew was about to reply, but May was picking up her bags and heading out the door, so he followed, scowling at Gary's comment that had something to do with pack mules, but he got out of hearing range before the brunette finished.
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Back in the comfort of her shared apartment, May's heart was light, her emotions reflected in the picture she was painting, filled with light colors and smooth light lines. Dipping her brush into the bowl of water to clean it and further saturate it, May dipped the brush into a vibrant magenta to finish the Milotic as the door opened behind her.
"Oh, hey there May. Sorry I couldn't go shopping with you. Have a nice day? " Ash tossed his jacket over the back of a chair, Pikachu making a beeline for the fridge to retrieve his own private bottle of ketchup.
"Mmm-hmm. " May nodded, returning her eyes to the painting as she continued to speak. "Drew and Flygon took me. Did you know that Misty works at the little coffee shop on the square? "
Ash stopped dead. "M-M-Misty? No... " He bit his lip uncomfortably. "I haven't talked to her in a long time... "
"Why don't you drop by and say hi to her? The cafe's still open, you know. "
"I think I will. Thanks. " He kissed her briefly on the cheek before heading back out the door, and May smiled.
"You're welcome... " Without knowing quite why, she sighed heavily. He was gone so much... Why couldn't he stay home more with her?
Suddenly losing her desire to paint, she rinsed out the brushes and put the paints and half finished artwork back in her room. Flopping down listlessly on the couch, she picked up the remote and tossed it around in her hand, not really feeling like watching any TV.
The doorbell rang, and May rolled her eyes. Probably Ash coming back because he forgot something.
"What did you forget thi- Oh! Hi, Drew! "
The emerald eyed man blinked in slight confusion, then handed her a shopping bag. "You left this at the cafe, apparently. Gary just dropped it by. "
"Thanks. "
"It's not really my business, but isn't Ash home yet? "
"He was here, but he left to go say Hi to Misty. Did you know, he didn't know she worked her either? "
Drew looked away, feeling slightly guilty. "No, I didn't know. " Figures. For a guy who supposedly loved May, he put so many other things before her. Hell, he loved battling Pokemon more than he loved her! God knows, she deserved better.
May yawned, and Drew snapped out of his thoughts. "I should go. I'll see you around, I guess. "
"Yeah... Ok. Bye. "
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Why do I feel so dissatisfied...?
Ah well...