A/N: I have absolutely no idea why I had to turn it this way—I guess it was kind of inevitable, though. Oh well…this one is more Drew-torture than May-torture, but it's got some sweet moments…I guess. Enjoy anyway...and I'm sorry it's so short!

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon.


Last time in What REALLY Happened in Johto…

"Then I—I…I hate your Pokémon!" May said. "And you're the one who raised them—so…so…I hate you!" With that, she sprinted from the locker room, tears running furiously down her cheeks. May hadn't even waited for Drew's answer.

Drew collapsed onto the bench, head in hands, and for the first time in years, he cried…


Chapter 8: Get Over It!

Drew didn't know how long he'd wept in the locker room. He was pretty sure it was the longest he'd ever done so. After all, the Drew does NOT cry.

And yet you did, he thought angrily. How pathetic. He ran his hands through his now-tangled hair, forcing a smirk onto his face. He had to leave Violet City. He had to train—if his Pokémon still listened to him.

"Next time, it'll be different," Drew whispered—the same thing he'd whispered the last time he'd cried. Except, this time, his voice cracked.

He lifted himself off the cold bench (although the seat was now warm from his time on it), wincing as his stiff muscles protested. By this time, the crowd at the contest hall had dispersed. It was quiet now, the perfect time for a getaway without people seeing the tearstains on his cheeks.


The words May had said to her rival rang through her head. She didn't know why she'd said she hated Drew, but at the time, she did…She still did.

She was running from the Contest Hall, almost tripping a few times. The way he'd looked when she told him she hated him—it looked like she'd punched him…or shaved his head.

Then, because she hadn't been looking, she bumped into something—well, it was probably a someone, judging by the "oof" the object produced upon impact with May.

"Do you mind?" said the voice. May instantly recognized it as the coordinator named Emilee.

"I'm sorry," May apologized instantly, lifting her head to look at the younger girl. Emilee's eyes widened from behind her glasses as she identified May.

"Oh, no, Miss May, I'm sorry. It was incredibly rude of me to crash into you. I'm a big fan—ever since I saw you participate in the Wallace Cup in Sinnoh," said the girl. May was surprised about how similar Emilee was to Max.

"You saw me in the Wallace Cup?" May asked, taken aback.

Her glasses glinted in the sunlight, making her look even more like Max. "Yeah! I watched front row—and I took some high-definition video. You and your Glaceon lost to a rookie with a Piplup!" she said excitedly.

May rolled her eyes inwardly. Yes, this girl could've been Max's twin—which would've been strange, considering May was Max's sister.


Drew sat on a rock at the top of a hill and stared into the distance. He needed a break from contests, he decided. He needed some time away from the stage to reanalyze why he'd become a coordinator in the first place—and to figure out if he wanted to continue. The blatant disobedience of his formerly most loyal Pokémon was not only embarrassing (and a personal insult), but it was also—to Drew, at least—a sign that maybe contests weren't his thing, that maybe he'd be better in gym battles…or not battling at all…

And what about May? his heart asked. What am I going to do about her?

Forget! his head replied. Get over it, and get over her!

Why did it have to be so hard to do, though? Why couldn't he just stop thinking about her? Why not just stop saying and thinking her name altogether?

So, he sat, thinking about why Roserade had broken his heart.


"What happened? Why didn't Drew's Pokémon listen to him?" Emilee asked, her gray eyes curious.

"I don't know," May said, turning away. She knew exactly why; Drew didn't think that May could win a contest on her own, so he'd told his Pokémon to blow the contest.

"Oh, well congrats anyway on your third ribbon," said Emilee, sensing that it was better not to pry.

"Thanks," May replied, walking away. The second she had turned around, the tears returned, and she ran toward the hills.

Drew's thoughts were interrupted by his Pokénav ringing. He looked at the caller ID and saw that it was Kelli.

"Hello?" he asked.

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU DO?" she shrieked.

Drew held the Pokénav away from his ear. "Do you mind not destroying the thin and delicate membrane that is my eardrum?" he demanded.

"You blew the contest! Why? I know you love her, but that is no reason to purposely lose the contest! Do you know how rude that is?" Kelli demanded, her voice becoming only slightly softer.

Drew once again protested. "Seriously, Kelli. I am in actual pain here, and you're not making it any better," he snarled. Then, his voice became soft as he remembered what had happened. "I didn't even get a chance to tell her how I feel," he murmured.

"Well, it serves you right! I always knew that your arrogance would catch up to you and bite you in the butt in the end!" she growled. Her voice was still painfully loud.

"Yeah, that coming from the girl who first entered a contest saying, 'Hi, I'm Kelli. In case you didn't know, that's K-E-L-L-I—not Y!'," Drew retorted coolly. He was only trying to rile her up so she'd drop the topic of his pathetic love life.

"I thought we weren't going to mention that. Besides, I can't help the way my name is spelled!" she argued, instantly taking the bait.

"Yeah, but you can help the way you present yourself, Kelli," Drew said smugly.

"Why you! I know what you're trying to do! You're trying to make me stop talking about you—even though that's what I even called you about!" she said.

"Wow, I thought you'd never figure it out," Drew said, his voice innocent.

"You're so annoying," she muttered. The last time she'd said that to him, her voice had been affectionate. Not this time.

"Thanks. I try," he said. "Now, if you don't see me in the Grand Festival, it's because I quit contests, so don't worry,"

Then, before she could say anything else, Drew hung up on her.

"That little jerk," Kelli said to herself as she looked at her Pokénav. It said, "call disconnected".


May ran up the hill, her tears mingling with her sweat; it was hot out, and the hill was high. She wasn't really that focused on where she was going, either. She just knew that she had to run as far away from the contest hall as possible.

The path was rocky and difficult to climb, and May tripped quite often. She knew that she couldn't keep going without taking a break, but she did so anyway. Finally, she reached the top of the hill.

She looked in horror at the figure sitting up on the rock. He had shiny green hair that May would've recognized anywhere. It was Drew!


Drew was minding his own business, still sitting. He was looking out at the land that stretched below him. The green was interrupted by a few houses, but it was mostly open space, which surprised him. Although he was in Johto now, he was a Hoenn native, and everyone knew that Hoenn was the most densely populated region. Therefore, he had trouble remembering that not everybody lived so close together.

Then, he heard some footsteps on the gravel by the hill. Someone was there. Then, he heard her voice gasp. It was May!


A/N:

Wow! That was so short, but I have to continue it in another chapter. I'm so sorry for not updating sooner. I was on vacation, and there was no Wi-Fi in the hotel. :-0. Oh well, I plan on putting the next update very soon. Just please review!