Alright, please please PLEASE don't shoot me for not posting in, like, a year. Now that school's almost over, I can actually contribute to the fanfiction world! Yeah! Okay, here we go! Read and REVIEW! Feedback = 3.
~Pika
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He was definitely not pleased with the fact that he, Drew Hayden, had been defeated by a bumbling girl. An intuitive and naturally talented girl, but bumbling nonetheless. No, this was a horrifying turn of events. (Had he just referred to May as "intuitive"? This day was getting worse and worse.)
...So why didn't he feel horrified? Gah! Drew, stop overthinking or you'll fry your brain before Round Two. Disgusted with himself, he ran his hands through his hair for the umpteenth time that day. His gaze flicked toward the door. Footsteps. Light, quick footsteps echoing on the concrete beyond the entryway.
He stood as she appeared. A feeling of weightlessness washed over him as her face came into focus. Now several Coordinators were buzzing around the door, and his chance was snatched away. No matter; he honestly didn't know if he would kiss her or scream in her face. Wait...kiss her? Oh, gosh, Drew, you really need a vacation... He stared at his hands. Fiddled with his hair. Drank some water. Waited for her.
She was taking her time. Several male Coordinators who would've turned any girl's head came to shake her hand. One asked her if she had any plans for dinner that evening.
"Well, actually, uh, I'm, um, a bit tied up tonight...so..."
Seeing her hesitate was too much. Crossing the few feet between them, Drew glanced at the other guy apologetically, as if he wouldn't take up too much of their time. "Excuse me, May, but for our dinner tonight, did you say that we'd just go in street clothes? Remind me."
May blinked. Drew's sly rebuttal of the other guy's attentions seemed to have rendered her mute. Seconds ticked by.
Drew stifled a sigh. "May," he murmured, "remind me." He didn't dare look at the other guy's face too pointedly, but a quick glance told him that his query had done its job - the kid seemed completely turned off. The guy began to sidle away, muttering a confused "Congratulations" to May before retreating completely.
"...We're wearing street clothes," May replied at last, red-faced.
Seriously? Drew shook his head. "Nice going, May. Such a quick tongue."
Instantly he regretted his words. As soon as they left his mouth, a gloved hand clamped over his chin and May was hissing, "You're not gonna have a tongue if you keep that up."
He decided to drop the issue for health reasons. "Hey...did you see the scores?" he asked, his tone light.
If he didn't know better, he would've thought that she'd just winced as he mentioned it. He softened. Of course he wasn't going to scream in her face just because she...beat him (the thought did sting a bit, it was true...). The other option he'd come up with was far more tempting at this point, anyway...
"Yeah," she murmured, "I did. You did a great job." She looked as if she would come closer, but perhaps he was imagining things. "Drew..."
"May, don't," he pleaded.
"But...I feel badly. You didn't win."
He crossed his arms, leaning against the wall. "You certainly didn't lose."
"Well, I know, but...this is about your feelings, not mine."
"My - my feelings?" He cocked an eyebrow at her, clearly thinking that the discussion was headed in a rather interesting direction.
May's face was beet red. "Not those feelings! The other ones!" she huffed.
She was cute this way, Drew thought. He could definitely get used to this. "Which ones are, and I quote, 'those feelings'?"
May did something that she'd done since she was five, a habit never broken: She stamped her foot in pure frustration. He seemed so tall, so...unchanged. He was looking down at her, laughing with his eyes, ironclad against any comment she might make. She was frustrated and delighted all at once.
She decided to throw her best card on the table. "Ummm...an hour ago, you sorta tried to kiss me?"
"Oh, that?" He was (silently) laughing harder than ever. "You had dirt on your cheek. I was gonna wipe it off."
"Right. Sure. Well, if you'll excuse me, Mr. Denial, I've got a battle to prepare for." She flounced away, not giving him a second glance. She could feel his eyes on her as she walked away, and one thought pervaded her heart, keeping time with her steps:
I could get used to this.
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Alright, so I know it's short, but I needed to post something (plus I'm a sucker for cute, dialogue-y scenes), and this tides me over before the battle scene and...THE END OF THE STORY! :D Well, that also makes me sad. But anyway, please REVIEW whether you liked, loved, hated, etc. Thanks for reading!
~Pika
