G is for Green
Green hair.
Green eyes.
Green clothes.
Green with envy.
Yup. You guessed it.
It was the one and only Drew on St. Patrick Day, wearing a forest green shirt with the words 'Green Day' on it with the face of the lead rocker sketched in black over a long-sleeved black shirt and also wearing black pants, and oh, to add more green, green socks and blsck-and-green shoes. He glowered at the arm which was around May's shoulder, green with envy at the man making May laugh right now.
The dude with the white hair.
The dude known as Brendan.
The dude known to be Professor Birch's son.
"Eat your greens Drew, they will make every girl fall for you."
"Liar." He grumbled to himself as he continued glaring daggers at Brendan.
"Hey, May, what's your favorite?"
"Oh, well, um... green.
"Oh really?" He flicked his hair, smirking at the blushing May. "Why so?"
"Well, I lot of people like green. It's just a... pretty color I guess."
"Doesn't seem like your favorite color is green..." He whispered as he entered his pre-algebra class. "Looks like its white."
The bell rang for class to start, students starting to scurry to their desk before the teacher entered.
"Hey May," Drew grumbled grudgingly. "You're not wearing green today." He pinched the flab of her pale arm.
"Ow, hey!" She slapped his hand away, glaring at him angrily. "I am to wearing green! See?" She stood up, gesturing to her pale green green with shiny and glittering clover on it. "Plus, my shoes have green on them, not to mention my jacket!" He looked down, seeing she was in fact wearing forest green shoes with a shiny green plastic clover clipped on, and her green jacket hanging limply off the big wooden table.
"Oops, sorry." he muttered, not really feeling sorry at all.
May frowned, noticing his indifferent, even sour attitude. "What's with you today?"
He ignored the question, instead asking his own question, "Why were with Brendan Birch today?" Obviously he was trying to sound as if he didn't really care for the reason, but failed miserably.
"Oh! Is this what this is about? Brendan is just a friend, we're neighbors now. He just moved next to the empty house nearby yesterday." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Hum, the teacher is late today. Maybe we have a sub."
"Arceus May, you make it sound as if I'm jealous of him." He said casually, though of course he was jealous of Brendan.
"Aw, cheer up Drew! It's the day of the green! Not many people get days to celebrate their hair color, ya know!" May said, punching him playfully on the shoulder, earning himself a glare.
After seeing the hurt look on May's face he softened his glare, his face soon twisted into a confused, questioning look. Hesitantly, he questioned, "You don't like him... do you?"
May blinked, and slowly her lips formed into a grin. "Aw, c'mon Drew! You knew my favorite color will always be green!" She ruffled his hair playfully, getting a few laughs out of Drew. "So, what's YOUR favorite color?"
With thinking, he blurted out, "Red."
"Oh, really, why?" she asked, not noticing anything.
The real reason was because she always wore red, her second favorite color. He shrugged, answering in a carefee voice, "It's just a neat color."
"Yeah, it really is a neat color."
"So... why do like green?"
"Huh?" She looked up from the red string she was messing with on her shirt and looked at him. "A lot of people like green. Its just a pretty and unique color. Half the world is probably green anyway."
"Half the world is water."
"Well, a lot."
"Is that the only reason though?" He looked at her face, noting her face was a pale pink.
She nodded. "Yeah."
Silence.
"A-actually, there's another reason." May stumbled, dusting off her red satin vest.
Drew nodded, signaling for her to continue.
She took a deep breath, her pink face turning a darker shade of shell pink. "I-its becuase of - "
"Sorry, I'm late class. I had a meeting and - " Mr. Stuart, a round teacher with a bushy caterpillar-like moustache apologized in his muffle, buisness-like voice, dropping a pile of paper on his wooden desk.
"Tell me after class." Drew whispered as the teacher apologized continually.
May just nodded, her pink face slowly turning back to its normal pale color.
"U-uh, Drew! W-wait up!" May yelled as she ran to catch up with Drew.
"Hm? What is it May?" Her face was shell pink again, gradually building up to the shade of a raspberry.
"W-well, do y-you remember that um... thing w-we were talking about in class?" Her face turned darker as she stuttered these words, hugging her books even tighter to her chest.
He noticed for the first time that day she had took the time to streak her hair a forest green. A loose strand of the green streaked hair fell onto her sweaty forehead. He brushed the strand aside, tucking it behind her ear, causing May to blush even harder. "Yeah?"
"Well, I-I wanted to say..." she hesitated. "That the other reason why I like green is well, uh..." she mumbled something unintelligible.
"What?" She blushed a deeper shade, if possible, and mumbled in a clearer voice, "Because of you."
He stood there in silence for a moment. Not from shock though, rather instead from trying to understand what she meant and what she was trying to say. "Ohh!" He said at last. "I see! So my green hair is an inspiration for choosing your favorite color, eh?" He flicked his hair and winked at her teasingly.
"D-Drew!" She slumped against a locker, hanging her head in disappointment. "You can't possibly have not gotten what I meant!"
He stopped grinning at her and raised an eyebrow. "You mean you were serious?"
She looked up, resting her chin on her arms which laid folded on her knees. "Uh-huh. Why would I not be?" she mumbled.
He stood there for a moment, then reached down and pulled May up who groaned in protest. "So you're favorite color is green because of... me?"
She nodded shyly, avoiding eye contact.
"It almost makes it sound as if..." She nodded again, that brilliant blush coming back.
"I-I better go," she mumbled awkwardly, shifting her red backpack to the other shoulder. "I-I mean, you don't feel the same way obviously..."
Before she could anything more, he cupped his around around her mouth then pulled her closer. He pulled his hand away, leaning in, his lips now tasting hers. He pushed her closer to the locker, pressing his lips even harder onto hers. May's eyes drifted close, her arms now around his neck as she kissed back. A minute passed and the bell rang, finally they pulled away. They stared into each other's eyes, panting heavily. They leaned in, about to kiss again when Mr. Humphrey, the bald principal barked, "Hey! Get back to class! This isn't kissing hour!"
Surprised, the two jumped slightly. After the principal left the two laughed, and once again they kissed, May's arms around Drew's neck, Drew leaning on the green lockers...
Whew! Sorry that took so long!
Green with envy. That's an idiom right? Or was it the Green hand of envy? I dunno, honestly that part was the main reason it took me so long to get this chapter done. Anyway, review please. ALSO, thanks for everyone who had reviewed last chapter or this story so far! Also thanks everyone who had faved or alerted this, THANK YOU and sorry for not replying back to any of the reviews! I've been really busy so sorry! And don't worry, I'm already done with the next chapter so I'll either post it tomorrow or Friday. Again, REVIEW! (If ya want)
