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Five Days from Merry to New Years, and a Branch of Mistletoe

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Knock Knock

Drew groaned, shifting in his bed and placing a pillow over his head.

Knock Knock.

"Go away. . ." He muttered.

"Drew, wake up!" Was his muffled reply. In his half coherent state he somehow managed to come to the conclusion that the voice belonged to May, and in a less than graceful performance, rolled on to the floor and stumbled to the door. He half jerked-half fumbled with the door knob as it opened.

What May saw was the perfect Drew looking more like a pj-clad zombie who's hair had recently experienced a fight with an army of balloons.

What Drew saw was a Chansey with a broom and maid's cart and May standing outside his door way to early in the morning. A second later he saw May holding onto the door pane laughing and the Chansey covering it's mouth. . . way to early in the morning

"Good morning." May grinned through her giggles. Drew frowned.

"What's so funny?"

The Chansey was nice enough to show Drew to his mirror as May continued her laughing in the hallway. Shocked, Drew nearly slammed the door in her face and let out a less than Drew-like series of words followed by 'one minute.'

Exactly a minute later he re-opened the door.

"What time is it?" He muttered to May, as the Chansey whisked past him into the room to begin the chores that it had been denied doing a couple of minutes ago.

The two began walking down the hallway as May pulled out her pokegear, and Drew felt a tug in his stomach because he'd recently been experiecing an emotion he should never ever feel.

Nervousness.

"A little after 10," She stated, smiling. "Nurse Joy asked if I'd come wake you up. Your room was the only one the Chanseys hadn't cleaned yet and she was worried you might have died." She grinned. "I kind of figured you would be one of those people to wake up at 5 o'clock every morning though. You surprised me."

Drew smirked, ignoring the feeling and flicked away his hair, looking at her.

"I surprised you?" The way he said it made May think that he thought this was a normal situation for her and her face turned red at the possible truth. She walked a little faster. Drew chuckled, following behind.

"How do you do that?" She asked, color still rising. Drew grinned.

"Do what?"

"Bend words like that." She flailed her arms for effect and looked at him from the corner of her eyes. He continued to smirk because she made it a general habit to over exaggerate every motion she made, and he had to admit it was a little funny. . . if not a bit cute. It also explained part of her clumsiness. "-It must be some kind of talent inherited in the Hayden family, because you're the only one that pulls it off."

"Maybe it just comes with my great looks and amazing personality." He offered with a cocky smile, but sometime in between his words and them entering the dining area, he'd lost May's attention and she ignored them completely in favor of the buffet. Drew signed. That was a good line, too. . .

He followed behind and grabbed a few things from the bar as May stuffed her plate to an impossible fullness, and Drew only mildly wondered where she fit it all. Between her and Ash restaurants must've made a killing he mused, trying to ignore the fact that as he watched her get two plates of eggs and biscuits all he could think about were the events he hoped would take place this week between the two of them. And he got scared.

And Drew Hayden should never get scared. . .

. . .unless, apparently, it involved May Maple.

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"I should be trying to spend all my time here with her." Drew muttered as he walked down the street. Not to happy that a few minutes early May had run off to get somethings done before New Years; tomorrow. Which Drew, being Drew, wouldn't admit out loud was making him slightly nervous. It had been two days since the contest, one that was spent on the two doing separate things and then meeting up in the evening, where May had passed out on the couch which left Drew leaning up against it on the floor. At least he'd been able to tease her about her snoring. . . which kind of sound like the soft noises Skittys make when they sleep. The other was spent with May as she sent out late Christmas present and early New Years cards. He hadn't really planned on it, but he was glad she'd invited him to go. . . or more like Glaceon had rapped himself around his legs and refused to move while Roserade had been having too much fun with Blazeken to give him another option.

Drew had been assuming that today would go similarly since May had been there when he'd woken up, and neither of them were all that familiar with Snowpoint. Plus, he only really had the rest of today and part of tomorrow before he carried out the grand finale of his plan. . . which he was starting to question, out of nervousness. Of course, these were deep thoughts that his ego denied ever existed.

So he walked on, Roserade at his side as he tried to pretend that the day was bending around his will and all was well, even though the plant in his pocket was feeling much heavier than it ever had before.

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"Hey kid!" Ahchoo!

Drew turned to the speaker and was surprised to see the florist from his first day in town. He was wearing a thicker jacket than before and had a box of tissues in hand.

"How's the mistletoe treating you?" He asked. Drew's face heated up, and if it weren't pale from the cold the florist might have seen it.

"I haven't used it yet." He stated. The florist grinned.

"Scared are we?" He asked, "every time I sell mistletoe to kids they get scared, and I find it all over the streets, if it weren't so funny, I'd be sad they just threw it away." Drew flicked away some hair and he smirked, ignoring the feeling in his stomach.

"I don't get scared." He stated confidently "but if I'm going to do something, I'm going to do it right." He took the mistletoe from his pocket and spun it in front of the florist, arrogance showing before he gently placed it back in his pocket. At his side Roserade gave a similar smirk and nodded her head. The florist rolled his eyes. This kid really just was probably too much for any girl, and he still felt sorry for whoever she was.

"Alright then." He stated a little skeptically, nodding his head and heading back inside his shop. Right before the door closed he turned back to Drew "but if you like this girl as much as you give off that you do, I'd suggest you go and find her, rather than standing in the snow talking to a flower salesman." he winked. Roserade snickered, and behind the uncomfortable feeling that Drew currently felt he knew the man was right.

This is actually one chapter, split in to two parts. . . because I owe you all a chapter. I really should probably thank Collsy100 for giving me a review that was just what I needed to get a new chapter out. . . unfortunately this chapter just laminates how terrible I am a detail and fluff. So, as a part summary so no one asks what's happening (even though with a good story this should never be the case :( ) It's the day before New Years Eve and Drew is starting to question if he really wants to do what he's been planning on, luckily he's got a nosy florist to help him out.

Next chapter will be out very soon, this I can promise.