A/N: Been a while since I've updated anything. But you know what school's like. It takes up so much of my time. And that request from Blue… Oh I feel stressed out. But anyway, thank you to the reviewers! I love you all.
Disclaimer: Pokemon sounds great to own. But unluckily – I don't own it.
Dedication: -looks right and left- No one. Oh well.
Chapter 6 – The Perfect Summer (May's POV)
"What a night," Chelsea exclaimed as she burst into my room the next day. I was sitting on the bed – moping around. Chelsea had come home late the previous night and I was already in bed. So I was going to find out the girl Drew took only now. Suddenly a horrible feeling erupted in my stomach.
"Well…?" I asked her after a few seconds and Chelsea sat herself down on the bed beside me. She reached up into my tangled mess of brunette hair and combed them down.
"You really need to comb your hair," she remarked and I rolled my eyes.
"Well who was it?!" I exclaimed, obviously annoyed. Chelsea smirked.
"Way to be patient May."
"Chelsea – tell me," I told her and she nodded, still combing down my hair.
"It was a family friend," she said after a few seconds.
I didn't know why – but I felt a bit relieved. I had a 'family friend' myself back in Petalburg. He was about three inches shorter than me, wore braces, takes away an ice-cream cone to eat at home, kept change in a little purse and was interested in nothing other than rocks. I began to wonder… maybe Drew was forced to take this girl to the dance. Maybe she was really ugly and had glasses and braces. Maybe she was a geek – like George back home.
"Her name was Bitsy," Chelsea continued and I quirked a brow.
"Bitsy? Don't you mean Betsy?" I asked, thinking I had heard wrong. Chelsea shook her head.
"No – everyone calls her Bitsy because she's such a tiny little thing," she replied.
"Oh," I answered. "How was she?"
"I hate to say this," Chelsea said with a small smile. "But she was actually a darling. And the fellows really went for her."
"Oh," I repeated. So Drew was not forced to take little Bitsy to the dance. He took her because he wanted to. Because she was a darling little thing.
"Here – I took a picture of her incase you wanted to… y'know, check her out," Chelsea said and handed me a photograph.
I hesitated for a moment before looking down at the picture in my hands. 'Bitsy' was a dark-haired girl with a sleek haircut. She had on a flowery dress and wore high-heels almost three inches tall. And despite my instant dislike for her – I had to admit. She was pretty.
"She was those small little girls," Chelsea said. "And made everyone around her feel like they were far too big. Especially me. I felt like I should be running around with a hockey stick rather than dancing."
I smiled at Chelsea and put the photo down. "Thanks Chels. For everything."
"It's no problem…" Chelsea said and looked at me. "But are you sure you're okay?"
"Yeah – I'm fine," I lied. "It was all one big mistake."
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'Don't you know I've tried and I've tried to get you out my mind…? But it don't get no better as each day goes by…'
The music poured through my earphones as I doodled in my diary. So far I've written only three entries since I've gotten here. It's been two weeks. I should have more but I guess there were days when I was too busy.
I felt like I've been riding in an emotional rollercoaster. In the end – all I'm left with is a sick feeling. I looked up for a moment. I thought I heard the 'ding-dong' of the bell. No one was in the house. Uncle Bryan and Mrs. Myron were at work, Aunt Vicki had gone grocery shopping and Chelsea was over at Steve's house. I feel kind of jealous on how they hit it off so quickly while I was still a tangled mess.
I shrugged as the 'ding-dong' didn't repeat and went on doodling in the book. I heard pounding on the door and that's when I pulled off my earphones and ran downstairs to get the door – thinking it was just some advertiser. When I pulled open the door, a sight I never thought I'd see stood there.
Drew.
What in the world was he doing here? He can't take me for granted; I thought bitterly to myself. He just thinks he can come around any old time and expect me to be happy. He thought wrong.
"Listen – May. I've wanted to talk to you," he started, looking awkward. I told myself to look cool and aloof.
"What about?"
"Can you… Can you come with me for a while?"
I looked at him. Did he seriously expect me to run off with him? After all he did? No – no way. "My aunt said to wait at home."
"When is your aunt coming back?" Drew asked.
"She said twelve thirty," I answered and Drew glanced at his wristwatch.
"It's just eleven. C'mon, I really need to show you something."
I guess the look on his face and curiosity got the best of me because I told him to wait as I ran upstairs to check my outfit. I didn't care on how Drew thinks – as he obviously likes small girls with sleek haircuts. But I did care about the people around me. Combing my hair and slipping on a slim tee, I ran back down. He was fidgeting with his hands and led me outside. I looked around – expecting some wild crazy sight but nothing was in view except for a shiny blue convertible.
"What did you want to show me?" I asked him and Drew grinned as he looked at the car.
"This is my new car."
"Your car!" I exclaimed, instantly forgetting on looking cool and aloof. "Wow!"
Drew smiled. "That's a reaction I wanted to see. This isn't new or anything but a dab of paint worked quite well."
"Wow!" I repeated. The convertible was a Ford, a slightly older model but a pretty car nonetheless.
"There's also another thing I wanted to talk to you about," Drew said, looking at his shoes. "It's about… it's about the dance."
The events of last night replayed in my head and the bubbly feeling disappeared. "Oh."
"Listen – I'm sorry I couldn't go with you. It's a stupid thing, I know, but at the beginning of the year, Bitsy was complaining about never having gone to the 'Start of Summer' Dance. And I had promised her that I'd take her. And I never broke promises… But if I had to choose, I'd have gone with you."
His words made me soften a little. "I hope you had a good time."
"A good time?" Drew scoffed. "Bitsy was short, stepped on my feet, got lipstick on my coat and I had to take small steps all evening. Not a good time if you asked me."
I smiled, suddenly feeling happier than I ever was. Well! It just goes to show that boys think way differently than girls do. "I know," I said suddenly. "Let's go show Chelsea and Steve your car."
Drew quirked a brow at me. "You're not mad?"
"No, I'm not mad," I answered. "C'mon, I know Chels would be thrilled."
Drew grinned as he opened the car door for me. He was obviously excited at the thought of showing his car to other people.
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"This is your new car?" Chelsea asked as she walked around it. "It's pretty."
"Man, you got a new ride!" Steve exclaimed. "Let's try it."
Drew quirked a brow. "You wanna ride it?"
"Why not?" Chelsea said.
"Yeah Drew," I agreed. "Let's go out for a ride."
He nodded, smiling and everyone hopped into the convertible. I felt amazingly proud, going around with the wind in my hair and sitting in the passenger seat next to Drew. As I passed a girl I knew from the beach, I waved.
"Hi there!" I cried and the girl smiled back, hugging the books she was carrying close to her chest and looking wistfully at us. Poor girl.
I was acting rather unlike myself and I knew it. But I forgot that as Steve whistled.
"Whew May, I don't know if the sun in your hair or that new tan you got that did it – but you turn out to look as hot as a Sea City girl," he remarked and my cheeks turned red. His comment didn't really mean much, but it was always an extra help if a guy thinks you're hot.
"Hey Drew," Steve called over. "I'll give you a dollar if you'll let me kiss your girl."
His offer was shocking. And I was feeling a new wave in myself that I leaned over and closed my eyes. I felt a warm sensation on my lips and I opened my eyes in shock. He had kissed me on the lips!
Steve smirked when he pulled away and I glanced at Chelsea. She was looking at her shoes. Drew had his fist clenched over on the steering wheel far tighter than it was suppose to be. The car was stopped. Steve tossed a dollar coin over to Drew who caught it in one go. After that, the car started again and no one said a word. Drew drove in silence and I quirked a brow as we passed many unfamiliar areas.
"Where are we going?" I asked but he didn't answer. At last we stopped at the end of a long bridge. Still sitting, Drew threw the coin out into the sea. It disappeared with a silver glint into the water.
"Now that's taken care of," he murmured and I looked at him in surprise.
"I'm sorry," I whispered but he just shrugged. As he did so I notice the paleness under his tan. He must have really been hurt by that; I thought to myself. What was I thinking? He had been kind enough to come and apologize and I had kissed another person. His best friend and the guy my friend liked to be exact. What was I thinking?!
But I knew what I was thinking when I did that. I wanted him to feel some of the hurt and the betrayal I had felt when he had taken another girl out. I wanted him to feel the same. But now I regretted it more than ever.
The ride back to my aunt's house was in silence as well and as he dropped me off, he managed a small smile. "I'm sorry. I got you here two minutes late."
I nodded dumbly. "That's okay." We were apologizing all day. He had apologized for not taking me to the dance, I had apologized for kissing Steve and now he was apologizing for making me late. What a day.
"Call me!" I cried as he walked back to the car. I wasn't so sure if he heard me or not but as Chelsea walked off saying she 'wanted some time alone', I forgot about that. I wanted to break down and cry right there on the spot but I couldn't.
Everything was just so confusing.
A/N: Okay! I had typed as fast as I can to get this thing done, so there will be a lot of mistakes. Tell me if you spotted one. I was about to make this longer… had another little twist for you readers in mind but I felt like I wanted to torture you guys. So yeah, please review! Please! And a little message to Kirsty! This was the MayXOC thing I had told you about! Now it's officially over! :)
-- Suzie :o))