Author's Note:
Wow, another update for this story? Yes. :) I'm just so motivated! I can't help it. Haha. xD I guess that's good for you all out there who reads my stuff? x] And again, thank you so much for all of your reviews, guys! I love reading what you think of the story. And it motivates me more. Never expected over twenty for that last chapter. :)
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9
"I Don't Believe You"
-SuzieQuaKes-
"I don't mind it, I don't mind it at all. It's like your the swing set and I'm the kid that falls."
Yes. Oh my God, I had just said yes. What was I thinking? Or more importantly—what alien warp was I under? Because obviously I must have been drugged or possessed to just say 'yes' as if the matter was oh-so casual. Yes! I told Andrew Hayden—AKA: beautiful-jerk-that-broke-my-heart-and-used-me-but-whom-I-was-still-painfully-in-love-with—that I was going to freaking marry him. For a second time. Pretending to be rich heiress, Posy Donahue.
I was seriously out of my mind.
After the cursed word had escaped my lips, Drew looked at me with something wonderful twinkling in his eyes. His mouth was slightly agape in shock and his expression was one of pure gratitude and shock mixed together. I guessed he was thinking that I would be one of those women who held a grudge on someone for as long as they lived. Well, obviously I proved him wrong. But I had to makesomething clear to him.
"This does not mean that I—in any way—want to marry you." I immediately blurted out before he had a chance to say anything. I couldn't let him believe that I was this desperate chick who flung herself at the opportunity of marrying him. No, I was not desperate for him. I had more dignity than that. And besides, Drew's enormous ego could maybe grow and there was no way that I would be able to tolerate that. He was self-centered enough. "I'm simply helping you out. I've been in the same boat and I know how it feels. Now if only I were lucky enough to get a groom replacement . . ."
"Listen, May." Drew cut me off, mid-statement and turned to me with seriousness in his eyes. "You seriously have no idea how grateful I am, right now. When it dawned on me that Posy had left me right before we were about to get married—the first thing I thought about was you. And how you must have felt, two years ago." He reached towards his hair and gently ran fingers through it. "I felt so ashamed of myself and believe me, if I could go back, I would have definitely made things different. I know it won't change anything, but for what it's worth: I'm sorry, May."
It would be wrong to say that I wasn't touched by his heartfelt apology, considering the fact that Drew Hayden was Drew Hayden and he didn't really do much of that effusive scene. I tightened my lips together, shrugging my shoulders. A lump formed in my throat but I pushed it away. It took me a moment before I said anything. "Drew, honestly, you're a jerk. And I want to say that your one tiny mistake didn't hurt me, even after all this time—but I can't because that's not true. Despite it all though, I'm happy to hear that you're sorry about what you did and that if given the chance, you're willing to make a different decision."
He nodded, with a little faint trace of a smile on his face and we sat like that in silence for a minute or two. That was before Drew turned towards me with a smirk, looking like his old self again. "If youever mention this gushy moment again, I'll make your life miserable."
I giggled a little, happy now that the tension was broken. "I can't exactly promise you that."
"Idiot." The green-haired man rolled his eyes and smirked at me. His insult reminded me of the past when we spent so many hours, bickering with each other. And it was relieving to know that he hadn'treally changed and everything that I knew about him wasn't a lie. He suddenly glanced at his wrist-watch and his eyes went wide open. "Damn it. The wedding starts at two. And it's already nearing ten o'clock. Misty's probably expecting us."
Drew stood up from the bed and rushed towards the walk-in closet that was at the far end of the room. He pulled it open and surveyed the rack full of thousands of dress shirts. I was dazed and a little bit confused as I stood up. "Who's Misty?"
"Misty Waterflower?" He turned and looked at me with a 'duh!' expression. I stared back blankly and Drew rolled his eyes, diverting his attention back towards the clothes. "She's only the most well-known stylist and fashion designer in the country. One of the Sensational Sisters? Owns the Yawa label? Where have you been, dolt? Oh, that's right. In Mars with your fellow alien species."
"Well excuse me!" I cried in fury, suddenly feeling attacked by his row of insults. "I don't spend all my time, making myself familiar with the fashion world. I'm not gay like you are."
"The gay that you're marrying."
"Not by choice!"
Drew picked a white and green striped dress shirt, tossed it over to the dressing table and closed his huge closet. He turned back towards me with a smirk. "Whatever." He then looked at me up and down for a long time that I felt myself blush and stutter.
"W—what are you looking at, gay?"
"The pieces of rags on you that you call clothes," Drew shot back and I felt myself getting angrier. That bastard. He was just like I left him. Arrogant, smart-ass, egoistical . . . "Everyone would laugh in my face if I introduced you as Posy Donahue when you're looking like that."
"Hey! When I left the house this morning I wasn't expecting to be asked to step in as bride to an obnoxious ass!" I was fuming by now. Drew Hayden never, ever failed to make me so riled up and mad. Although it was kind of true. I was wearing an old, grubby tan sweater and blue jeans with lots of tears in it. I knew that I wasn't exactly looking my best at that moment. But that was no excuse for this jerk to keep on insulting me like that.
The green-haired man placed a hand to his heart and his face turned into a look of mock horror and despair. "Obnoxious ass? Aw, May, you broke my heart. Boo-hoo." Then he wiped the look off his face and smirked, walking over to other closet—Posy's.
"Shut up!" I exclaimed, finding myself unable to think of any witty and quick remark. He was so annoying! Remind me again why I was so in love with him?
"Excellent comeback, my little genius." Drew answered with a wry smile and opened the closet. My mouth fell in shock at what was behind those doors. It was like every girls' fantasy. There were all sorts of dresses, tops, pants, skirts and millions of pairs of shoes! I always did have a soft spot for shoes. He rummaged through the closet and then pulled out a dress in a shade of deep violet. The fabric looked soft and velvety. Then he chose a pair of gorgeous black stilettos. Walking back to where I was standing, he handed the dress and the shoes to me in a smug matter. "I think that'll make you look a little decent. It wouldn't be able to help your repulsive face, but hey—what could?"
"I hate you, Drew." I said darkly as I snatched the clothes from him. He smirked in return.
"And I love you too, dearest."
I would be lying if I said the statement—although it was sarcastic—didn't make my heart skip a beat.
After about an hour of bickering and insulting each other like it was the sole purpose of our living, we got dressed and were finally off to Misty Waterflower's. Whoever she was. Drew and I cruised through the streets of Petalburg in his black sports car and I had to admit; I loved the feeling of the wind in my hair and the taste of sitting in such an amazing car. Not that I would ever tell Drew that. He didn't need any further encouragements with his ego.
I couldn't help but think how ironic things had turned out. Here I was, sitting beside Drew in a luxury car, going to meet some renowned stylist who would fix me up for the wedding. In a few hours, I was going to be at that altar, saying 'I do' to Andrew Hayden. I had told myself for the past few years that marrying Drew for a second time was impossible. And now look how everything had turned out. The guy that said 'impossible is nothing' was correct. At least, in my situation.
I stared out of the window as the town I had grew up in whirled past my eyes. Drew had switched on the radio, and a reggae song was playing. He was quiet—for once. He seemed lost in thought too, as he kept his bright green eyes fixed on the road ahead. Suddenly, I wondered what my parents and Max would say when they found out I was marrying Drew because of certain circumstances. I wondered how Dawn and Laura would take it. And Danny . . .
I still couldn't quite believe that Danny would end up eloping with Posy. Danny Parker. That calm, cool, breezy type of guy. Who would have thought?
"Daydreaming, dumbo?" Drew's voice cut through my thoughts and I suddenly realized that the car was parked in front of a huge studio. Big, blue cursive wooden letters spelt out 'Yawa' on the glass windows. "We're here."
I was about to open the car door, but Drew stopped me, calling my name in a serious tone. I looked at him in curiosity as he pulled out something from his pocket. It was when he held it out in the center of his palm that I realized it was an engagement ring. It was . . . beautiful with an enormous diamond bulging from the middle that sparkled gleefully in the sunlight. I gaped at it and I heard Drew chuckle slightly at my expression. "If you open your mouth any wider, it could be passed as a cave." He smirked at me and took my left hand, slipping the ring down my fourth finger. "Perfect fit."
I stared down at my hand, at the ring that wasn't meant for me. Or maybe it was. Maybe all of this was meant to happen. Maybe . . .
"Come on, idiot girl. We're running behind." Drew's voice broke through my chain of trailed thoughts. He opened the door of the sports car and stepped outside.
I pouted at him and then huffed out of the sports car. Drew greeted me with a smug look on his face and held out his arm. Reluctantly, I hooked my hand through it (as told by Drew) and we walked briskly through the big glass doors of the studio. I gasped for about the millionth time that day. The studio was filled with mannequins clad in all sorts of beautiful and expensive looking clothes. There were women everywhere, cutting fabric, sketching designs, holding long tape-measures. I was easily impressed by all of this.
The moment Drew and I walked in, we were greeted by a woman with bright orange hair tied at the side of her head. She was dressed in a simple orange tank top and blue jeans. She appeared friendly-looking as she greeted us both with a huge smile.
"Hey Drew! I was expecting you."
"How's it going, Mist?"
"Hectic. Daisy's out for a date with Tracey." She rolled her eyes in a exasperated manner. "And you can't exactly say Violet and Lily are any help. But all things aside, this must be Posy!" Her bright grin made me feel at ease with her and I could hardly believe that she was the infamous stylist that Drew was talking about. By the way she was dressed, it appeared as though she hadn't a care for fashion or make-up.
She held out a hand to me and smiled. "Hi! I'm Misty Waterflower! I've heard about you from Drew and I've always wanted to meet you!"
I reached out to shake her hand and smiled brightly back at her. I liked her already. "I'm Posy Donahue," I told her, careful not to accidentally slip and say 'May'. "It's really nice to meet you!"
Misty giggled, her laugh sounding like bells tinkling. Her sea-green eyes gleamed as she turned to look at Drew and whispered: "She's pretty!" Then she smiled, and told Drew that one of the male stylists would lead him to a separate room. Drew didn't seem to argue with that. Afterwards Misty turned to me. "I'll take Posy and have her stunning in no time."
"You better." Drew joked and then wrapped an arm around my waist as I tried not blush. "After all, she's my bride."
The redhead looked at us with a wistful smile. "Aww. You two are such a cute couple!"
Drew smirked down at me and I tried my best to smile 'lovingly' back at him. He held my gaze long enough before he glanced at Misty. "Speaking of couples, where's Ash?"
At the sound of the name, Misty's bright green eyes narrowed into slits. "Oh I don't know. He went out a while ago to get something to eat. Still hasn't come back yet. Ugh, that guy makes my blood boil."
"Who makes your blood boil?" A new voice made me turn back to face a young man with spiky black hair, dressed in a red cardigan and blue jeans. He grinned at us and then walked over to join us. "Hey Mist. 'Sup, Drew? And this must be . . ."
"Posy." I quickly said, smiling at him. He seemed pretty nice. "Drew's fiancee."
"Ah, so you're Posy! Nice to meet you. Ash Ketchum, at your service!" He grinned some more and then turned towards the redhead. I was guessing that he was Misty's boyfriend. "Why the grumpy face, Mist?"
The red-haired woman crossed her hands across her chest, pushing her lips up in a 'hmmph' manner. "Finally decided to come back, eh Ash?" She ignored his question and narrowed her eyes at him. "Thanks for leaving me here alone with all this bustle!"
"Aw Mist, I'm sorry. But the bagels were amazing! And look, I've even brought you something!" He held up a zip-lock bag with a half-eaten bagel like it was the most romantic gift in the world. I couldn't help but laugh a little at the scene. Misty shriveled her nose at Ash's 'gift'.
"Gee Ash, how nice of you." She rolled her eyes and then grabbed my hand. "Well we've got no time to waste, standing around like this! I'm going to start working on you right away, Posy! Ash, lead Drew to room two, yeah?"
"No problem."
"Come on, Posy." Misty was happy again as she smiled brightly and guided me towards a private room in the end of the doorway. Inside the room, there were mirrors on every wall and big, high chairs. Rows and rows of make-up and hair-appliances lined the shelves and it looked just like a typical beauty parlor. Misty sat me down on one of the chairs and then smiled. "I'm going to make you absolutely gorgeous. Drew will drop dead at the sight."
"Oh, I hope he does." I giggled and faced my reflection in the mirror as Misty draped a black cloth around my shoulders. "He's just so arrogant sometimes that it drives me crazy." Smiling, I let a deep breath escape my lips and added—for good measure only, mind you: "But I guess that's what makes me love him."
Misty grinned. "Gosh, I'm jealous!"
"Oh come on, what about Ash?"
The grin disappeared off of her face and Misty scoffed, rolling her eyes the way she always did every time the name 'Ash' was mentioned. She grabbed a comb from the tray full of hair supplies and gripped it tightly in her hands. "What about him? That guy is probably the densest guy that I've ever met! He cares about nothing except food and clearly I think you saw that. He's about as romantic as a baboon."
I arched my eyebrows at her as she started to take my hair and comb through it. "But the way he looks at you, Mist! I honestly thought he was your boyfriend!"
Immediately after the word left my lips, Misty choked on air and started to cough. "Boyfriend?" She spluttered. "You've got to be kidding me. Ash Ketchum is the guy I had to put up with since the cradle days. He is definitely not my boyfriend!"
I just smiled back at her, not saying another word. Judging by her expression, Misty was definitely, one-hundred percent, in love with Ash. And I would bet all my worldly possessions on the fact that Ash was just as much in love with her too, if not even more. I made a note to myself to play matchmaker and set them up, once I was a little free. That was—of course—if they even needed my help. I smiled happily, swinging my legs back and forth as Misty worked with my hair. All of my worries were forgotten and I almost felt like I was Posy, the fiancee of Drew.
But of course, more shocks were yet to come.
Author's Note:
Sorry for the shortness, but I promise the next chapter will be longer as it will describe the wedding and some more twists and turns :) I was actually considering writing a little part of the wedding scene, but I didn't want it to stick out randomly. What did you think of the Pokeshipping? Haha, I really didn't plan this, it just happened on it's own. xD Please review? :)
-Suzie x
Edited: 4th September '10
