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.:Roses for You:.
;;a MayxDrew story;;
Chapter Eight: The Nightmares Begin
No.
Freaking.
Way.
Since when did Drew have an adoptive mother?!
I have a really bad feeling about this….
xXx
I'm awake. I think. Something is rumbling below me. It's making a really pretty noise.
My eyelids slowly fluttered open and I reentered my version of heaven. I looked up and saw a familiar patch of grass green hair. Drew was clutching me tightly to his chest and humming my favorite tune, the one I fell asleep to. His eyes were closed. He looked so peaceful. His face, usually plastered with worries for me, was now buttery and stress-free.
I never wanted to leave this spot. I remembered thinking that I wanted to stay here for all eternity, but I didn't remember saying that part out loud. He awoke, or at least I think he awoke, chuckling. I felt his soft bass voice echoing in my ears. It was a different sound than my lullaby, but it was equally beautiful.
Drew shifted his position so that instead of me being halfway on top of him, we were both at our sides facing each other. Then he used his secret lethal weapon of his, The Smirk™, and that was it.
BAM.
"I hate when you do that," I breathed warmly against his skin as I attacked his lips. He did the same for me, tightening his grip around my waist as we deepened the kiss. I fingered through his luscious hair, tousling it slightly. Then I wrapped my arms around his neck in an attempt to suffocate him. I was running out of breath, but I didn't want to stop the passion. He was such a good kisser; the way his tongue rhythmically danced with mine, the way he groaned against my body, the way he clasped my hands.
But, like all good things in the world, It ended. Two seconds later we were both on our backs, gasping for breath and laughing.
"I can honestly say," I panted, "that was the best night of my life."
He looked me straight in the eyes and smiled smugly. "That was definitely on the top."
"Oh?" I raised my eyebrows interrogatively. "What was your best night in all your eighteen years of life?"
He answered without hesitation. "The first night I saw you sleep. The first of April."
I paused and thought about that answer, counting on my fingertips. "That's when you first came here! About a month ago from today, right?"
He nodded slowly. "I told you. I decided to stay in Petalburg just because I saw you one day."
"Tell me about it," I pressed. "Pleease."
"Some other time, 'kay?" Drew winked flirtatiously at me. The next thing we knew, we were both entwined in each other's bodies again.
"That's enough Drew Hayden!" I commanded, gasping. "If you keep this up I'll run out of oxygen supply in no time."
His responding laugh was like the melodious sound of chimes in the wind. "Whatever you say Miss May Maple." He fingered something hanging from his neck.
I peered at the object closely. I had never seen it before. It was a necklace. Hanging from an impossibly slender white gold chain was a single pendant. It appeared to be a rose made of rubies with a tiny leaf-shaped emerald attached to it.
I gestured to the necklace. "What's that?" I proceeded to touch the beautiful thing, but he subtly removed it from my reach.
"This necklace," he began, touching the delicate rose, "was given to me by my parents." I could tell by the way his voice choked on the word 'parents' that this was a touchy subject for him. "It was given to me on my ninth birthday. The same day that they died…" he trailed off.
Suddenly I felt very sorry for Drew Hayden. I suddenly felt what it was like to be all alone, even though I have never been alone in my life, even though I have always been surrounded by people who love me from the moment I was born.
I instinctively reached out to hug him. "I'm so sorry," I said and felt tears trickling down my cheek.
Without looking at my face, Drew said, "Don't cry, May. You don't have to feel sorry for me. I deserved it." He had a little smile on his face as he wiped my tears away with his thumb. "You know how I hate to see you cry."
I gasped, "When did you see me cry?"
His reply, "Never mind," came a little too quickly. Humph. Stalker.
"Anyways, the reason I don't want you to touch this is because it's very special to me. I feel like if I ever lost it, my heart would be lost too. That's why it never leaves me. I guess that makes two things in this world that I could never part with."
I thought about it. "Hey, what's the other thing you can't part with?"
Silence. Oh crap, nice going Maple.
"…"
"Oh." I get it now.
Awkward silence this time!
So I did the only thing I could do.
I took a deep, deep breath and reached for his face.
After all, my oxygen tanks have been through a lot. I'm sure it could survive one more time....
xXx
The second I was away from Drew, I called Harley, my new best gay friend. Well, I guess that made him my ONLY gay friend. But it didn't matter.
I called three times, but his answer machine picked up every time. I just decided to leave him a message.
"DENIED!!" AAH! DAWN!!! Dawn and Misty suddenly popped out of nowhere.
"So," Misty began, "Aren't you gonna tell us who your new BEST GAY FRIEND is??"
"It appears as if you guys already know Harley," I said, raising an eyebrow.
"Yeah. We saw you guys hanging out at the coffee shop. I don't think he ever wants to see us again," Dawn said, putting a finger under her chin thoughtfully.
"I don't there was anyone who didn't think that though…" Misty said.
"Sure. Well ANYWAYS, I kind of have to talk to Harley, so…"
"Nuh uh! You're coming with us!" Misty commanded, dragging me along with Dawn.
In a few minutes we were at the house closest to Drew's, which was Misty's. Then suddenly, heaps of clothes were flying at me randomly from all directions as Misty and Dawn searched for something for me to wear.
Uggghhh. Great.
Two seconds later I was forcibly stuffed into a navy blue polo, a matching navy bandana, a black miniskirt, and white Converse. Four more seconds later and we were in the car with Misty driving and Dawn applying makeup to my unwashed face.
We finally arrived at a completely black building with wildly flashing lights and half-drunk people visible through the windows.
"Where the hell is this?!" I demanded, wiggling out of Dawn's grip.
"It's a lesbian bar!" Dawn, with her thunderous voice, practically screamed for everyone to hear. Great.
"Wow Dawn, that's a great idea considering NONE OF US ARE LESBIANS."
"Oh, you're the one who's always complaining that we never hang out anymore," Dawn pointed out.
"Yeah, but I was implying bowling and movies, not going to a strip club for sluts."
"Stop whining and get your pretty little ass in," Misty cooed and shoved me out of the car.
] Before I knew it, I was pushed in by Misty and Dawn, and God knows nobody EVER argued with them.
"Isn't it great to just be here?" Misty asked, sipping her water. "It's so nice to get away from Ash once in a while. All he ever wants to do is play Pokemon games."
"Yeah, I guess so," I said grumpily. I would've enjoyed it a lot more if Drew were here….
"Don't try to lie to me. You miss Drew already." It wasn't a question.
"Hell yeah."
"Dude," Misty whispered to me, "that chick is totally checking you out."
So what did I do? I did the nicest thing I could manage. I stuck up my middle finger and yelled, "GO TO HELL BITCH, I'M STRAIGHT!!"
….What?! Hey, don't look at me like that. You've seen some of the retarded stuff I do. That was nothing.
Suddenly Misty and I heard the sound of a phone ringing. We traced the sound to Dawn's pocket. Dawn excused herself from a bunch of girls and answered her cell, "Hello, Dawn speaking!"
"Who is it?" I whispered to Misty. She just shrugged.
"Uhhh, guys, I gotta go meet Kenny if that's okay…" Dawn said reluctantly.
"Yeah, sure, have fun!" I said halfheartedly. Suddenly I saw a shady figure with dark hair approaching us. Uh oh. Ex alert.
"Ummm, Dawn?" I began, swallowing nervously.
"Cut the crap guys, I really gotta go. Kenny really hates it when I'm late."
"Dawn………"
"Ohhh, I really don't want to let him down. You guys know how much I love him and…"
"FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, DAWN!!!" I cried out and spun the ditzy girl around.
"Oh my god, Paul, you're a lesbian?!" Dawn squealed. "I always knew that was why we broke up!"
"……….." Paul, like any self-respecting guy, chose to remain silent.
Then he said darkly, "You ended it because you saw me with my cousin."
Dawn rolled her eyes, "But she was a hot cousin!! Come ON, I even wanted to touch her and I'm not a lesbian."
By now, everyone was staring at the crazy chick and the only guy in the entire building.
Misty and I burst out in hysterical laughter. Okay. That was bad idea. Now it's completely silent. Okay, people are staring….Not. Good.
Paul's dark eyes cut deeply into Dawn's comical blue ones. Then, without warning, he grabbed Dawn's face and touched his lips to hers lovingly. Dawn was at first surprised but pleased and happily kissed back. They attempted to deepen the kiss. Soon they were all over each other. That was when I started getting grossed out. There were many coughs from the audience.
So I decided to yell, "HEY!!! GET A ROOM!"
Misty followed up by wolf-whistling.
Soon the manager had to come and actually find them a room. By then, I was in hysterics until she kicked Misty and I out, adding a nice "Fuck off you straight people." Yeah, that really makes me want to come back again.
Oh shit.
We just got outside.
Guess who we saw.
Kenny just entered the building.
"NO KENNY NO!!!" I grabbed his hand, but he struggled out of it.
Then he saw everything.
Dawn and Paul, the most unlikely couple in the history of unlikely couples, walked out of their room, holding hands. Dawn was sweetly whispering in Paul's ear, causing him to blush. Whoa. What just happened here?
Dawn was in the midst of giggling when her sapphire orbs landed on Kenny's. His face emitted violence. We all took a step back and watched.
Then, out of nowhere, he aimed a punch right at Paul. Paul skillfully dodged every single punch he delivered, eventually kicking Kenny in the stomach with all the strength he had. We all watched as he fell silently to the ground. Dawn was about to rush to his side, but Paul's strong grip prevented any movement.
"I can't believe you beat up my boyfriend!" Dawn cried.
Paul blew up. God, he could be so creepy. He seriously EXPLODED. No, this might be ordinary for some people, but hell, this was PAUL we were talking about. The Paul who never, ever screamed.
"OH, SO NOW HE'S YOUR BOYFRIEND? THEN WHAT WERE WE DOING IN THAT ROOM RIGHT THEN?? YOU TOLD ME YOU LOVED ME! DID YOU THINK THEY WERE JUST EMPTY WORDS? DID YOU THINK THEY COULD MAKE ME FEEL ANY BETTER?"
"Rhetorical question," I coughed loudly enough for the whole room to hear. Whoops. Nice going Maple.
Dawn was terrified. She just looked at him in fear, and then she looked concernedly at Kenny lying lopsided on the ground. I watched with Misty as tears slowly filled up her eyes. Paul had averted his gaze, choosing not to look at her. Dawn just dropped to her knees and buried her face in her hands.
By now Kenny was okay, and he brushed himself off as he stood up. He looked Dawn directly in the eyes.
"I guess people never do change. I was waiting for this day to happen. Now get out of my life," he said coldly and walked away without ever saying another word to Dawn.
Misty and I knew Dawn too well. The words stabbed her in the back. Before she could blink, Paul was gone too. In the blink of an eye, everyone she loved was mysteriously gone.
Of course, we ran straight to her side to comfort her. But I know this pain, the type that runs deep and can never get out. No matter how many comforting words we said, they would never make her feel better.
"What did I tell you, Dawn," I said as I helped her up. "This is what always happens in the end."
Dawn cried silent tears on my shoulder. "I-I'm s-so sor-ry M-M-May," she hiccupped.
I patted her head. "You should be."
I know that wasn't exactly the most comforting thing to do, but it was the right thing. It was the only thing a caring friend could do—help her learn one of life's toughest lessons: if you go after too many things at once, you'll eventually just end up with nothing.
Well, Dawn learned her lesson.
The fact that for the next few months I would literally become her human tissue didn't really comfort me at all.
xXx
Three o'clock. Petalburg Mall. That's where we were supposed to meet. And, as always, he was early.
As my aqua eyes matched his glowing emeralds, I heard him say the last thing I wanted to hear.
"You're late."
I pouted and held up my watch. "It's only three-oh-two!"
Drew chuckled and messed up my hair a little. "Just joking. What did you want to do?" Was it me, or was he suggesting something in his tone…
"I dunno, you were the one who called me here."
"That's right…there's something that I need to do. Come on," Drew wove his fingers through mine and pulled me along.
xXx
"Do you mind telling me why we're here again?" I half-whispered to Drew as we entered a high-end boutique. It was one of those places exclusively designed for people who were beyond rich. As soon as we walked in, an overwhelming fragrance pierced my nasal passages. The sales ladies were the snobby kind that everyone hated. Worse, they couldn't take their eyes off Drew.
He just smirked instead of answering my question. He just walked up to one of the many clothes racks in the store. One of the salesgirls already had prepared several satiny bags obviously containing clothes. Drew smiled invitingly and whispered, "Come on," before disappearing into the fitting room. I felt extremely uncomfortable under the death glares of the salesgirls.
Before I knew it, I was stuck inside a huge fitting room bigger than my own bedroom with shelves full of accessories. There was a single bag hanging from a hook.
"Drew Hayden really wants to die, doesn't he," I mumbled as I unzipped the bag and found my worst nightmares. Oh joy. Sequins and frilly things galore.
Moments later I was standing looking at myself in the mirror. I was wearing a crimson floor-length dress made of silk. Its halter straps and bodice were adorned with a magnificent array of beads and…(shudder) sequins. Although, I must say it looked pretty good. I slipped on the matching scarlet heels, took one last glance at myself, and reluctantly stepped outside. My heart skipped a beat.
There, looking at a mirror adjacent to my fitting room, stood Drew. He was wearing the classic tuxedo with a matching bloodred bow tie. He saw me from the mirror and came over to stand next to me. He wrapped his arm around my shoulders and turned me to face the mirror as well.
"Senior prom," he finally answered. "I'm not going to let you escape this year."
Oh no. Prom. Words couldn't describe my phobia for proms.
"Listen up Drew I am not…" I was cut off rather rudely by his kiss. It wasn't a passionate kiss like the one in his bedroom. It was a sweet kiss. But its poison proved to have a much greater effect on me. It only lasted two seconds at most, but it was enough to make me want more. I shut up immediately and could only glare at his complacent expression.
"Look," he said, looking at his own reflection. "Looking at us, don't you think we were made for the title Prom King and Queen?"
Oh lord. That was about ten times worse. Not only was I expected to go to prom, but I was also expected to humiliate myself by actually running for prom queen.
"I…" My throat ran dry. "I…have two left feet."
He chuckled, "I know you can dance May. It should be no problem at all when you're with me."
I rolled my eyes at his egotistical statement, "Fine. I'll go. I'll run for prom queen. Just because I think these heels are pretty."
"Liar. You just want to go for me."
"That's also true."
I touched my lips lightly to his. The hell, two could play at that game. I could see that it had the same effect on him as it did on me. I'll keep that in mind for next time…
Drew composed himself and hugged me from behind, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. "So what do you think of the dress?"
"I love it. It has to be the one."
"You should like it. I designed it especially for you."
I gawked. "No way! It's incredible."
He shrugged. "It's just that I couldn't imagine you in any of the dresses I saw in the catalogue so I made it myself. Plus, I wanted this dress to be the most special item in your closet. A reminder of the most special night you're going to have in your high school life."
I choked a little. "I just hope you're right."
He just gave me a little smile. It said, Everything's going to be alright.
xXx
"Oh crap, crap, crap!" I rushed out the door, nearly tripping over my feet, and wondering why Drew only gave me fifteen freaking minutes to get ready for dinner. It wasn't just dinner at ANY restaurant, it was one of those dead expensive ones where people dress up a hell of a lot just to eat a tiny little salad.
I didn't have anything fancy in my closet at all. I haven't owned a dress since I was four years old, and the only thing remotely formal in my closet was this frumpy floor-length skirt that I wouldn't be caught dead in.
I scrambled into my mother's room, deciding to borrow something of hers. I frantically shoved the closet doors aside and began to hunt for something nice. I finally came across a buttery yellow evening dress from the seventies. It didn't matter to me how old it was, I at least had SOMETHING to wear.
Having run out of ideas for hairstyles, I combed my naturally wavy hair and swept it up into a low side ponytail. For the first time in my life, I silently thanked Misty and Dawn for applying makeup already. That saved me from the largest part of torture.
I slipped on the only nice shoes I could find—black satin ballet flats—and ran out the door with three minutes to spare.
xXx
"You look beautiful," a voice whispered in my ear from behind. I jumped at the sound of his voice and he laughed.
"You don't look bad yourself," I said, noting his black tie ensemble.
"Ah, you must be Miss May," a twentysomething with spunky orange hair said. "I'm Irina, your server for tonight." She was dressed in the uniform of all the workers in the building. "Please come this way." Drew and I followed her upstairs into a private room.
It was gorgeous. The walls were coated with pearlescent wallpaper. There was a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling, its tiered layers gleaming one hundred watts. At the very center of the room was a circular table set for three.
"Why are there three places?" I wondered out loud. Drew's grip around my shoulders tightened.
"There's someone I want you to meet," he murmured. "They just flew here tonight, and I thought it would be best if I introduced you to them."
"O-okay…" Damn. I thought it was just going to be the two of us. This person better be important…
"Your guest has arrived, Mr. Hayden," Irina informed Drew. I saw him take a deep breath.
Then the glass doorknob turned.
A woman of obvious importance walked in. She was probably forty or so, but Botox made her look like she was in her twenties. The first person she noticed in the room was me. She pointed her piercing little eyes at me.
"This is the girl you wanted me to meet?" she said with disgust and disappointment clearly showing in her tone.
Drew took a step toward her. "That's right, Mother."
Mother.
Wait. Mother?
Drew's mother is dead….
"This is May Maple. May, this is my adoptive mother, Serena." Drew said, trying his best to hide his nervousness.
Adoptive mother?
No.
Freaking.
Way.
Since when did Drew have an adoptive mother?!
I have a really bad feeling about this….
Haha. Not much of a cliffie…I know. Umm, I hope I did the romance part right, but the part with Dawn was just kind of randomly put in there.
Tell you what guys. Help me reach the hundred reviews mark! When I get my 100th review, I will write you guys a BONUS CHAPTER! You all want that, don't you? :D :D
