Clistare's Notes: I'm okay with this, although not entirely content. I feel like there's too much fluff and something's missing...Eh, it's alright. I just see an area for improvement.
Chapter Rating: T.
Shipping: Contestshipping. (Drew/May)
"What's the difference between tough love and acting like a jerk?"
-Ricki Lake
Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or any of the characters that will be mentioned below. Nor do I own the quote you may read above.
J-Jerk
"You jerk!"
"Hey, hey, May. Don't get mad at me, I-"
"I damn well don't care! You're just like all the other guys! Ruthless, idiotic and perverted! Get out of my house, now!"
"Whatever. It's not like I'd wanna date some girl with weird pigtails anyways. See 'ya around, May!"
"I hope not."
Her latest boyfriend had already closed the door, the moment she swore and cussed at his back. Things weren't going too well for May, and she could admit it herself. Over months after her great win in the Grand Festival, boys had been swarming at her manicured toes. With a single snap, guys would literally fall to her feet and just grant her every wish.
But these guys were all the same to her – they all wanted the same thing. Fame, fortune and everything May certainly gained over the past few months. What she couldn't twig was that some of these men were too fraught and anxious.
She had never really liked any of these guys, or any guy in particular…well, she was lying to herself if she had ever thought that. There was a green-haired guy, from her early days, whom she used to favor. The cocky, arrogant and egotistic guy she had met on her journeys with Ash and Brock. Still, her little, petty crush hadn't really dissolved yet, but she desolately tried hard.
Walking over to the video phone hanging on the living room wall, May dialed a number she knew by heart.
"Hello, Cerulean City gym leader Misty speaking! How may I offer you my services today?" Misty's voice rang through the phone, her cheery intonation echoing in May's ears.
"Hey, Misty."
"Who may thi – oh, May! It's nice to finally hear from you. How long has it been? Four months? Goodness, I miss you so much. How are you holding up with all the men?" she giggled.
May switched on the video mode, not replying to Misty's statement.
What Misty saw was totally devastating. "MAY! Dear Mew, what happened to you?"
After explaining her 10th break-up that month, May voiced out. "Hey, Misty, is there a possiblity that you know...would there be a reason for you to...number?" May faltered, unable to devise the words she had been meaning to say.
"Oh, okay, wait, lemme just check it," Misty took out her address book, jolting May with her astonishing guess. "Drew Hayden…there! Here, lemme send the piece of paper to you."
And with a blank expression, the friends bid goodbye, with May staring bluntly at the paper.
With shaky hands, she tried to dial the number written on the piece. Beads of sweat cascaded down her forehead and to May, made loud, annoying sounds that filled the room.
The phone rang once…twice…until the doorbell rung as well. Giving up, May stood up and wiped her face free from tears. Swinging the door open, she was greeted by…
"Hey, May."
She could feel her heart beating at a very unusual rate.
"Drew…"
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The awkward silence washed over the room once more, with two lone figures sitting down and holding a cup of mocha. Drew took a casual sip in his, while May was left to ponder many things that were running through her mind.
Why was he here? Why wasn't he insulting her? Does he want something?
The question swirled in her very brain, but she managed to keep her face straight as she said, "What do you want, Drew?"
He didn't seem offended by her harsh comment, and that just made her angrier – he used to insult her to wits end! Why couldn't she?
Growling, she smashed the cup onto the mahogany table and glared furiously at him,
"What? You decided to insult me now? About? Oh, of course, my latest break-ups with the most arrogant jerks on the planet."
Drew still managed to keep calm, sipping again into the cup. This angered May a little more than usual.
"Well? Say something, you idiot! Have you forgotten how to insult others? Aw, poor little Drew, forgot how to do the things he's good at. Well, you deserve it! Because you're like all of them! Jerks!"
Drew finally flinched, placing the empty cup down. Sighing, he stood up and walked over to May.
May had thought she won the battle, but the war wasn't over yet. He brushed a strand out of May's face and looked deeply into her eyes.
"No. I didn't come here to do any of those."
"Then…why'd you come here?" May said, in a much softer tone. Drew slowly leaned in, closing his eyes with May doing the exact same action.
"I wanted to tell you…I love you." Then they kissed. Kissed with all the passion building inside of them. Kissed with all the strength they could muster.
Just as May thought things could get better, Drew retracted and leaned his forehead on hers.
"So does that still make me a jerk?"
She giggled before replying, "Yes. But you're my jerk and mine only."
Clistare's Notes: I'm not in good terms with the last part. No matter how many times I try to change it, it always ends up worse than the original one.
-Marie-