Okay, well, I got this idea from a review from on one of my other stories, so here it is.
Title: Faces
Summary: May is dared to use her ultimate weapon on the most stubborn person to do what she wants for the whole day? Who's the culprit? It's none other than Drew!
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May pouted her face into her cuter-than-a-Togepi face, "Please!"
Max looked away trying to resist the urge to look at his sister, "No, I won't feed dad's Pokémon for you! It's your turn!"
"Please!" May begged pouting into a cuter-than-a-cuter-than-a-Togepi-face, which was seriously hurting her face. It hurt to look cute.
Max couldn't resist it anymore and looked. He saw his elder sister's face and sighed in defeat, "Fine." May pumped her fist in the air. She only used that face when she was in an emergency situation like, when she was little and wanted a chocolate chip cookie. Really wanted that cookie. Too bad it was the worst cookie she'd ever had.
"Thanks, you're the best!" May hugged her brother quickly and he made a face of disgust. Why were girls so…so…huggy!
"That and you have to find someone else to bother! Use your annoying face on someone else! No, I dare you to bother someone for a whole day with that annoying face!" Max said.
"What do I get out of it?" May asked. Max paused for a second and thought about it. What could his sister possibly want? Although, the main reason he wanted to get rid of May was because he was having friends over and May liked to play, Who Can Embarrass Max the Most?
"A dozen cinnamon buns?" Max suggested.
"I don't want cinnamon buns." May said. Max took a longer pause and said, "Brownies?"
"I don't feel like brownies either." May said stubbornly. Max sighed in exasperation.
"What do you want then?" Max hadn't ever remembered when May started acting so difficult.
"How about you just leave me alone, so I can feed the Pokémon for you, yours included?" Max wouldn't be surprised if a stress tumor just randomly appeared in his head.
May paused, "Okay, but who do I bother?"
"I don't care. Just find the most stubborn person!" Max yelled.
"Okay, okay!" May raised her hands in peace and went out the door. Who? Who was going to be her culprit? May wondered. She shrugged. It was going to be the first person she saw that she knew, of course. Well, whoever it was, it had to come after a quick trip to her favorite boutique.
May went in and breathed in the light scent of the store's signature strawberry perfume. May spotted a white lacy top with ruffles. She just had to have it, well; she did until she saw the price… $74.
"Seriously? It's just a top. Maybe, I should try using my face on dad…" May said evilly. That is until she saw the unmistakable green hair that Drew bore.
"Drew? Is that you?" He turned around and gave a confused look to May.
"It is you! What are you doing here?" May was fully aware that she was currently in a boutique for the female population.
"I'm here for my mom's birthday. I have to get her a present like any normal person and it so happens that there's a contest here today or did you not know?" Drew flicked his healthy hair. Then it hit May. She did want that top and maybe that one red dress, or those cute jeans…
May twisted her face into her cuter-than-Azumarill face. "What are you doing?" Drew's brows raised in curiosity.
"Can you buy me this top?" May pleaded holding up the top she'd been watching. Drew gave an, 'are you serious?' face, but then May stepped up her game with a cuter-than-Pachirisu face. Drew's face was unreadable.
"Fine." Then it happened. May went crazy and burned a hole in Drew's leather wallet. You know, now she felt a little hungry. Wasn't there a local café nearby?
"Can we go to Mew Mew Café?" May begged pulling up the same face and in defeat Drew followed May to the eatery. May had a heaping of the house special chocolate cake, a slice of the raspberry cheesecake, an M&M brownie, and a foam latte with extra sugar, cream, milk, and pretty much everything else.
Drew, not wanting to burn the whole larger had a cup of water and a bite of May's cheesecake. May felt a little fatigued when Drew paid the cashier and left the lovely brown café, she felt like a good piggyback ride would do. "Can you give me a piggyback ride?" May's expression turned into her deadly weapon once again.
The arrogant boy had already had enough of the face willed himself to not lose, but then May went up a step again. Crap. If May even thought of using that face against the legendary Pokémon, there was no way they stood a chance.
"Just get on." Drew kneeled down on the floor and let May get on. May laughed, but got on. This was sure turning out to be a fun day. She should do this this with Ash or even Brock one day. May's thoughts turned evil, she could get whatever she wanted with her secret weapon.
"Where am I taking you?" Drew said. May gave a long pause, enough for Drew's arms to start aching. May gave a paragraph of nothing but, ums and uhs until she finally decided on her house. It was getting late and she needed to put her newly acquired clothing in her less than neat closet.
"Took you long enough and don't think I didn't notice how heavy you are." Drew remarked. May's face turned from one of delight to one of anger. She flicked him in the head. Hard. Drew, being the weakling he is, fell. Not really, but that's what May had hoped for instead Drew dropped May in the grass.
"Ow." May rubbed her posterior. Drew offered his hand, snickering. May fumed an angry red, but took his jerk-tastic hand anyway. Suddenly a wicked grin spread on May's typically innocent face. Drew did drop her after all. Now, he was going to pay by going to get their nails done and then to do their hair.
She put on her game face or AKA her cuter-than-a-Pichu face. Drew looked away, feeling the sensation of the brunette's eyes down his spine. His eyes started wandering and soon enough he looked. He didn't cave in instantly, no he actually lasted longer than almost every person she'd met, but being the guy he was, he lost.
"Fine. Where to next?" Drew asked slumping in defeat, he'd never felt this lost since he lost to Solidad at his first contest.
"I think Manaphy's Make-up just opened up recently. I'd really like to get some for a makeover." May said. Drew was slowly starting to regret dropping May, but mostly he was mad at himself for losing to that, that, that face!
The make-up store was everything he thought it would be. A total disaster. May had bought 3 shades of pink lipstick that Drew couldn't tell apart if it was for the good of his life. She then bought 5 tubes of mascara that was all black and not to mention they were all different brands. May had insisted that she wasn't sure which brand was better, so she got them all.
The next shop was a salon and May had her nails done plus Drew was dragged along in the process. The salon ladies (who wore too much hairspray) raised a brow at Drew, but still painted his nails in a lovely layer of clear nail polish. Drew hid his face as people peeped in through the transparent glass window snickering, pointing, and an occasional flash of light from a phone. There were perks to being famous and this was not one of them.
While they waited for their nails to dry May had one of the workers wash their hair in the most expensive shampoo, expensive condition, rinse, and repeat. As May thought about what kind of special treatment she should get her hair, Drew sank lower and lower in the black chair, hoping no one else recognized him.
May finally decided on getting her hair trimmed and then curled to perfection. Drew hid behind a corner while May read a Coordinators' Weekly magazine. When May got off the chair, Drew felt like gaping like a fish, but he just merely asked if they were done yet.
"Almost. Hey, I have an idea! Come with me!" May took Drew by the hand and dragged him to who knows where or it was also known as the Pichu Park, May jumped onto a swing.
"Push me!" May said. Drew, already sick of the face more than obliged to go push. Although, he did soon realize it would look like a date in someone else's eyes and this made him start to enjoy the day, but only ever so slightly!
Well, until May suddenly took a leap of faith and jumped off through the air and land safely onto the wood chips feet flat. Oh, and Drew may have gotten his face maimed by the black plastic swing. The only this he did see was stars and someone putting something cold against his face.
"I feel like crap," he said groggily. May bit her lip, she hadn't exactly planned to hurt her main rival with a swing and now she was holding ice –courtesy of Glaceon- against his face.
"Where are you staying?" May asked.
"My cousin's house… I think." Drew sounded unsure.
"What do you mean, I think?" May asked.
"I don't know about you, but my head just got rammed by a swing! My cousin's house is next to a stream with a lot of Magikarp." Drew explained. May rolled her eyes and tried to think of all the streams in Petalburg. There wasn't any. There was only a lake.
"Is it a lake filled with Feebas?" May asked.
"I think so." Drew answered. May released her Blaziken and had him carry Drew over to the lake. And just like Drew said there was a house close to the lake. May knocked on the door and a woman in her 30's answered the door.
"Hello? Can I help you?" She seemed a little puzzled about a total stranger at her door, wonder why.
"Is someone named Drew staying here?" May asked.
"Yes, he's my nephew." She answered.
"Well, he may have gotten hit by a swing and there might be a giant goose bump on his forehead. " Blaziken showed the woman Drew.
"Oh, thank you, but can I ask how this happened?" She asked.
"I was swinging and I jumped off and I guess Drew got hit with the swing, sorry." May rubbed the back of her head.
"Can I get your name?" She asked.
"It's May." May answered after a pause. After hurting her nephew and asking for a name was a little strange.
"You're May?" She gasped.
"Yeah, here I am in the flesh and blood." May adverted her eyes.
"Can I get a picture?" The woman with dark blond hair ran into the house and came out with a camera seconds later.
"Sure…" May said warily. The woman snapped a picture of an awkward smile from May. She inwardly smiled at the soon-to-come scrapbook of Drew's future bride.
They soon exchanged goodbyes, but not before May went into the room Drew was staying in to say sorry. It was a little too late, though and Drew was asleep, so May did something on impulse she got close to Drew's face and…
The next morning Drew woke up groggily rubbing his head recapping May's little torture fest. His aunt came in with a tray of breakfast, but when she saw him she started laughing like a maniac. Drew looked at a nearby mirror and rolled his eyes. May had drawn a cartoonish mustache that swirled near the edge on his face. He went to the bathroom ignoring his aunt's contained (not well) laughter. He grabbed a towel and dampened the cloth, but not before noticing the little note on his hand.
Sorry for the, um bruise?
XOXO May!
Then it smudged up and washed away clean. Drew lifted the towel up to his face and started wiping. It was written in permanent marker.
Well, that concludes my newest little one-shot. I've noticed that I typically use humor in my writing, should I attempt a tragic/angst one? Also did I trick anyone into thinking they kissed? ;)
Oh, and if you're a little confused about the marker, May used 2 types of markers. A washable one and a not so washable one.
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~TDF~
