"I guess," Drew responded to May's question.

Though it was more of a yes/no question, May was delighted nonetheless by the fact he accepted their friendship.

"Ya know, I'm really glad I ran into you back there," said May.

"You are?" asked Drew curiously, wondering where she was getting at.

"Yeah, 'cause I wouldn't have found you," she answered. "I've never been on my own for so long, even though it was for just a couple of days. And although Misty was with me for a couple of hours, a part of me was still alone…until I met you."

May blushed a bit, realizing the seriousness of her answer. Drew blushed as well. "Um, but don't take it the wrong way!" exclaimed May quickly.

"Pshh, of course not," lied Drew.

They stayed there in silence as the sun was beginning to sink lower and moon rose higher. "I'm going to get more wood, just in case," said Drew, interrupting the awkward silence.

May nodded and asked, "Hey, do you have any food?"

"Um, yeah. I think there's some in my backpack," he replied, putting a stack of twigs and branches by the fire.

May rummaged through his backpack. She found a few bags of chips and bottles of water. But that wasn't the only thing she found.

"Hey Drew! Have you been holding out on me?"

"What are you talking about?" he questioned, looking back at May.

"This," answered May, holding up a package. It was a portable shower kit.

"Oh, what about it?" asked Drew, even though he already knew the answer.

"Are you dumb or blind or something?" taunted May. "I want you to set it up for me!"

"Why can't you?" he complained.

"'Cause I said so! Please!" she pleaded, putting on a puppy-dog-face.

"Fine," sighed Drew in defeat. He set it up quickly, knowing what he was doing.

"That was fast," commented May when Drew was done. It was like a tent, only taller and thinner to fit someone inside. There was a small showerhead connected to a source of water.

"Yeah, well I'm prepared for anything," he replied proudly. "Funny how you can be hungry one minute and want to take a shower the next.

May ignored him and said loudly, "Leave!"

"What?" asked Drew, confused.

"Are you some kind of pervert or something? Spying on girls while they take baths!" accused May.

"What? I'm only a few months older than you!" retorted Drew, a little red.

"Ha! You're not denying it!" said May in success.

"What the-! You're twisting what I'm saying! Ugh, I'm gonna get more wood. Holler if you need anything!" he said, annoyed as he walked off and left her alone.

"Bye-bye!" she teased. Making sure he was gone, she went inside and removed her clothes, putting them in a small pile where they wouldn't get wet.

The warm water washed away day's worth of dirt, leaving her fresh and clean. As she was about to shampoo her hair, she heard a rustle in the bushes.

"Drew?" she called hesitantly. "If this is your idea of a joke, it isn't funny." May didn't get a response, only more rustling. "Drew?" she tried again. Again nothing. She wrapped her towel around her and listened carefully, not sure what was about to go down.

"AAAHHHH!"

"May!" said Drew quickly as he realized whose scream that was. He ran as fast as he could to where the portable shower was.

Before he could react, May ran out of the shower and into his arms, shivering from fright and cold. Drew blushed, even though she had a towel on.

"What's wrong?" he managed to say.

"I heard something in the bushes," she answered, hugging his arm.

Drew was about to say she was hearing things until sure enough, he heard rustling in the bushes as well.

"Maybe it's a monster or something," was May's unreasonable hypothesis.

Drew chuckled silently and ordered to the bushes, "Who or whatever's in there, come out!"

From the bushes, came a pink bulldog Pokémon. "Snubbull!" When it saw the two coordinators, it ran away, thinking they would try to capture it.

"There's your monster, May," he teased while she blushed in embarassment. "It was just a Snubbull."

"Shut up! Why'd you come so fast, huh? You were worried about me!" she taunted.

Drew blushed even more and retorted, "Then why are you hugging me so tight?"

This time, it was her turn to blush. She let go quickly and replied, "You seemed to enjoy it!"

"Ha! Like you didn't?" he shot back.

"You're so conceited!" she complained, avoiding the question. "Get out so I can finish my bath!"

"It's a shower," he mumbled under his breath as he walked out.

May scoffed and walked back in the shower to continue her shower.

When May came out of the shower, she saw Drew sitting by the fire, reading a guidebook. May blushed when she saw his shirt was off. The fire danced shadows on his slim, built body. Sure, she had seen him with his shirt off before, but he had changed a bit.

"Ya know, that's mine," said May as she sat next to him. She was wearing her black tank top and biker shorts.

"Yeah well, that shower was mine," he replied calmly, flipping to the next page.

"Whatever," she growled, not knowing what else to say. "I don't know why you're showing off if none of your fans are around."

"One is," said Drew smart-alecky. "Besides, my clothes have to dry since someone had to be hugging their wet self on my arm."

"Ugh! Do all you care about is yourself?"

"Hmm, maybe," he joked.

"Fine! Two can play that game!" declared May, snatching her guidebook from him and put it in her backpack. "Good night!" she said angrily as she climbed into her sleeping bag. May was getting fed up with Drew's cocky nature.

"Good night, don't let the bed bugs bite!" he chided as he walked into his tent.

"Arrogant, selfish brat," she muttered before she went asleep.

May awoke later that night when she felt a trickle of water splash on her face. She opened her eyes quickly, assuming it was a prank from Drew. This theory was soon proved wrong when she heard a rumble of thunder.

She felt more raindrops on her and decided to take cover under a tree, as she was still upset with Drew. Unfortunately for her, the trees were a worse place as the wind was starting to pick up, dropping excess water from the leaves and onto May.

"Could today get any worse," May asked out loud, the fire becoming extinguished as the rain fell harder.

"Actually, today is 'tomorrow'," said someone from behind.

"Drew? What are you doing here?" asked May, forgetting she was mad at Drew.

"Nothing much, just couldn't sleep," he answered.

There was another rumble of thunder, followed by a strong flash of lightning. May cringed a bit, startled by the combination.

Drew laughed at her, causing May to glare daggers at him.

"What's so funny?" asked May, already knowing the answer.

"You," he replied, still laughing.

May rolled her eyes and said, "Shouldn't you be getting some sleep? Who knows what your fans will say if they saw you with dark circles under your eyes?"

"Wow, you actually care," he commented sarcastically.

"Just thought I'd show you an example of what being a true friend is about."

Drew stopped again and thought about it. Although she was joking, he followed her example when he said, "Then let's go to sleep. Off to bed."

"Um, my bed is soaked under the rain!"

"Mine isn't."

"Yeah, yeah. Quit bragging."

"Man, are you dense or something?" asked Drew. "I'm being nice enough to let you sleep in my tent."

"Drew being nice? I never thought I'd see the day." Then she thought about the second part of his statement and said unsurely, "I dunno. There might not be room."

"C'mon, it's not like you're fat or anything. And it's waterproof," he encouraged.

"Okay, okay," she said, giving up. Truthfully, she was happy she could actually depend on him.

"All right then. Ladies first," he gestured as they walked towards the tent.

"Thanks I guess," said May, getting inside the warm, sheltered tent. "Where am I going to sleep?"

"Right there," answered Drew, pointing to his sleeping bag.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Do you need an explanation for everything? I'm being nice. Unless you want me to start acting like a smart-ass again."

"Okay, I won't complain anymore," said May as she climbed into his sleeping bag. He lied down beside her, as it wasn't a very big tent. "Hey Drew?"

"Yeah?"

"You really are a true friend," she said, looking at him in the eye.

Drew was glad it was dark so she couldn't see his crimson red face. "Quit talking and go to sleep."

"Okay. Good night, Drew."

"Good night, May."