A/N I suck at finding time. Life never seems to give me a break. ._. Really no excuses for me though, these last two updates were definitely not quick. But I'm guessing about doing something else: I always have a portion of the next chapter done by the end of the week; I could post it on my profile, like a "preview". I'm sorry though, I feel bad too because when I'm waiting for a story I like of mine to be updated and it isn't, I know how it feels. *Hugs all of you*

Thank you Hoenn Master96 for editing this! A great job indeed.

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The fading colors, not in, but taken alongside the wind swept through the horizon. Clouds of grey accumulated the once blue skies, the warm feeling in the air ceased to exist. One by one, flowers wilt and perish as the weeds cease to control the garden.

"Mom? Soledad? Harley?" a young boy asked quietly.

Oh, the innocence of the young boy, unaware of the changing seasons. While they're long gone, he's unaffected, the green of his hair still very much striking, his emerald eyes still portrayed with the same, usual gleam.

"Do you hear it…" a voice called out.

"Hear what?" the boy said, questioning the voice. "And just who are you?"

"Listen you too-proud boy, listen, or you'll never hear," the voice chastised.

Drew raised an eyebrow questionably. "Just come out!"

"Impatience leads to nowhere. Quiet down if you heed the path,"

"What path?" questioned the green-haired boy. "Listen, I don't have time for your stupid little psychic prediction or whatever you call it,"

Thunder touched across the horizon, accompanying rain as it fell merciless. The once breezy wind's speed increased immensely, carrying all sorts of trinkets as it flew across the sky. Drew's eyes grew in horror at the sight, silenced immediately, waiting for the voice to explain.

The faint sound grew louder by the minute, but what was it saying? The words were still unclear to Drew's ears despite the volume.

"It's the sound of a piano," said Drew in a soft whisper.

"Follow it," the voice ordered.

While his sense of direction wasn't keen, his ear had all the resources needed; but as Drew felt closer, he felt farther.

"You're here,"

"A box," Drew spat bitterly. "You made me walk through a tornado for a box. Thank you so much for trying to kill me,"

"Arrogant boy! Fool, open the damn thing!"

"Someone's demanding," grumbled Drew as he picked up the wooden box.

Inside contained... another box? Blood red in color, heart-shaped, and vintage looking. A gold pendant was placed in the middle, a music note design engraved.

Drew attempted to lift open the cover, but alas, wasn't any bit successful.

"It's locked," Drew complained.

"Exactly the point," said the voice.

"What point?" said Drew.

"You'll see…" the voice said lastly, becoming more and more faint before disappearing abruptly into the chills of the wind and darkness of the sky.

"Wait!" Drew yelled, but it was too late.

…

"Wait... agh… tornado… ahh," said Drew as he messily rolled from side to side beneath the blankets of his bed.

Close by, a very awake Dawn overheard her friend's pleas. She slipped on a pair of bunny slippers and crept soundlessly through the halls.

"Tornado?" Dawn repeated to herself. She noticed his green eyes were closed, his voice strained and tired. "I never knew he sleep-talked," said Dawn with a light chuckle.

"Open up," Drew demanded in his sleep, he grabbed the closest thing to him -a green plaited pillow- and began tugging on the edges.

Dawn's eyes broadened, deciding his dream was escaping his head and entering his physical being actions. The result of his dream, by the looks of it, is not a sweet dream, so his actions could become even more physical, self-harming, and violent she thought, I sound really smart right now.

"Drew, wake up," said Dawn, loud enough to rouse him, but considerate enough for Misty. She tugged on his arm.

"There you are!" said Drew.

"Yes, here I am," Dawn said after she curtsied.

"You tried to kill me for a box, and then you suddenly disappear without telling me what you meant," said Drew.

"Oh he's not awake yet…" said Dawn. She decided to sit comfortably on the circular blue knitted carpet placed close to the bedside.

"Well tell me what to do now!" said Drew.

"Wake up so I can tell you what's going on?" Dawn suggested, while she tried her hardest not to she couldn't help but crack a small smile at her friend's quite… realistic, dreams.

"You are no help at all," answered Drew. He rolled across the bed to the right side. But then, out of nowhere, he yelled out a loud yelp, his body acted as if it were electrocuted.

"Drew! Wake up!" Dawn yelled, a little frightened at how physical the dream became. She silently apologized to Misty if she were to be disturbed from her yell.

"AH!" Drew screamed as he fell off the bed. Luckily, his red comforter fell before, breaking his fall and providing him with a soft landing.

"Are you alright?" said Dawn, as she crawled over.

Drew scratched his head, as he looked over towards his nightstand. A bottle of root beer, half-empty, half-drank, was on top, right next to a blue covered book with three pens laid above.

"Never again," said Drew as he lifted himself up, "Will I drink root beer before bed."

"You know you sleep move and talk, right?" said Dawn as she started fixing Drew's messed up bed.

Drew gave her the, "you-don't-have-to" look as she persistently helped out.

"Sorry, I didn't like the way you layered everything, before this and after," Dawn commented.

Drew sighed, lifting his palm to his head. "So there was this... Country like place," he sat on the tidied bed and began to explain his dream.

"Weird location," said Dawn, she sat with him as he elaborated.

"And then suddenly, everything turned grey. The whole place was disastrous," Drew stopped for a moment, trying to recall as much as he could.

Dawn listened more attentively, interested to hear what happened.

"Tornados, lightning, you name it." Drew shivered, remembering an event that happened before he was awakened.

"There was a voice of an old woman, she had that wise old hag slash sage voice," Drew added, taking a little more time to remember.

"And what advice was she giving you?" said Dawn.

Drew, a little surprised she knew what he was talking about, was about to ask how when she interrupted: "I watch a lot of movies and shows with that type of character in it, duh," Dawn explained.

"She told me to follow the sound of the piano, and when I did, she led me to a box,"

"And there was a key inside?" said Dawn cheerfully, remembering a movie where that happened.

Drew shook his head, "Incorrect there Dawn, inside was another box,"

Dawn's eyes widened in remembrance, "Did it have a keyhole but no key?"

"Yes there was… and was that a movie theme?" he said, surprised.

"No, I took a psychology class last year," said Dawn.

"So you can explain my dream?" said Drew.

"I sure can! So you've heard the phrase-" Dawn stopped abruptly before continuing. "A dream is a wish your heart makes," she said in a sing-song voice.

"Didn't everyone," said Drew, rolling his eyes. "I watched Disney as a kid too, you know."

"So did I, my favorite was Ariel. Anyways, your heart is telling you that you need to unlock a heart, not yours, someone else's I think?" Dawn tapped her chin, her eyes looking upward as she began to think.

"Well who's then? Wasn't this the only non-elective class you could get an 'A' in?" said Drew.

"In my defense it was the only interesting non-elective class," said Dawn. "Also, I don't know who's, sorry. Guess it's something you need to find out yourself. So like that song goes, listen to your heart, when it's calling for you, listen to your heart, there's nothing else you can do," Dawn sang.

"Are you going to keep singing songs all night?" said Drew while swiping his hair to the side.

"Hey, it was fitting," Dawn said in a matter-of-fact tone.

"You know Dawn, in times like this I wish I had a dad who could explain these things to me, or a more reliable brother," admitted Drew with more than a few specks of sadness.

Dawn smiled sadly, "I wish I had a dad too."

Chapter 10

Monday was never Misty's favorite day of the week; in fact, this day was her least favorite. The day to her was cursed, anything and everything bad happened on Monday. Children dreaded going to school, often feeling lazy and not quite in their proper state-of-mind, forgetful almost, shunning all homework assignments till Sunday night- and for some, Monday morning.

Nope, Misty Waterflower was a good student who did her homework immediately before anything else. Yet here she sat, cross-legged, book open, pretending to take notes on a book along with the rest of the class.

I need one more paragraph, but what else can there be? She thought diligently, silently praying no one would notice her.

"Miss Waterflower," Her teacher's voice was sudden, interrupting her thoughts and frightening her. She looked up, using the bottom of her irises she tried to scan where they were in the chapter. She hoped he wouldn't walk over, sneak a glance at her notebook, confiscate it and send her to the principal's for a second detention; one that Misty expected wouldn't be fun.

"In To Kill a Mockingbird, describe the symbolisms hidden between the chapters; can some possibly... foreshadow later events?" He eyed her through his simple, clear-lensed glasses, tapping his foot patiently.

"Yes," said Misty, almost everyone giggled. She knew their laughter wasn't friendly, but teasing.

"Ms. Waterflower, do you sincerely believe that I will be accepting of a one-word answer?" Mr. Brown shook his head in disappointment.

"Well…" Misty's eyes scanned the pages, attempting to read as much as possible without anyone noticing. All eyes seemed to grow closer and more intimidating, they were watching, waiting for what she had to say.

Their appearance seemed to blur, Misty rubbed her Cerulean eyes, thinking it'll clear up; but she was wrong. She tried to look off, ignoring the intimidating glares she was receiving, the kind that lets her know how low they think of her. They weren't waiting for what she was planning to say, they all were waiting for her to mess up. All their eyes began to change colors, their hair grew longer and more lustrous, some grew taller, others grew shorter, all grew slender, possessing curved bodies some would kill for. Soon enough, the whole room was full of bright, long, colored hair; the uniform was nonexistent, being replaced by more fashionable, and usually short, clothing.

"Come on dork, say something," a voice rang out impulsively, tired of the silence.

Misty realized that once again, she's the chicken with the swans, the weed in a garden of flowers, the overshadowed color block, she was once again a tiny ant surrounded by all other animals. They were meant to be noticed, adored, loved, but she, being an ant, was stepped on and forgotten about. No one would dare to organize a "Save the Ants!" committee.

Four little girls tried on silken dresses, patterned and hand-made. The first little girl was the eldest, blonde and beautiful, her eyes wandered across the room.

The second followed, looking almost like the first but with Indigo-colored hair instead, she appeared at ease and less curious than the first.

The third had a vibrant pink hair that seemed to have a natural supply of volume inside. She grinned ever-so sweetly as she admired her own looks.

Now the fourth was different, she sadly gazed out the window, preferring to play rather than dress. While the others kept their hair down and styled, the fourth preferred hers to be pony-tailed and simple.

"Wanna' hear a joke?" said the third one, grinning at everyone but the fourth.

"Sure!" said the first, kicking her feet as she sat on the chair.

"So once there were three beautiful sisters, their mommy and daddy decided to adopt another little girl," The fourth girl pretended to have her attention towards something else, secretly listening to what the third had to say.

"Well the three sisters, being the kind girls they are, went over to their new sister and asked if she wanted to play with them." The fourth sister grew more tempered by the second, she curiously listened on, having a slight predication of what the third will say next.

"So it turns out, the little girl is not only ugly outside but inside! She started attacking the other three," The second giggled along with the third, the first chuckled for a brief moment, awkward and nearly silent.

"And so, for punishment, every fourth sister is cursed with being ugly, mean, and violent!" said the third between giggles.

"Looks like that story is true!" the second added.

"No guy would like her either," said the third.

The fourth's anger turned into droplets of water spilling from her eyes, without making a sound she slipped out, she took off the blue dress and locked her door, silently sobbing.

The fourth vowed to never cry because of her sisters' anymore.

She kept well on her promise, carrying herself stronger than when she was younger. She was easily angered depending on who and what happened, she studied long hours, whether required or not. She never cried because of her sisters' once again.

Misty crackled under the pressure, her eyes played unkind jokes that blended past, present, and personal dreams. All across the room were Lilys', Daisys', and Violets', staring at her, giggling.

"Ms. Waterflower? You seem troubled," Mr. Richard Brown observed. He opened his blinder, carefully removing an extra homework assignment. Whispers were scattered across the room, the topics contained teasing's for Misty, along with sports, rumors, etc.

"That bitch sure deserves it for picking a fight with you Ash," said Angie quietly.

"That's enough!" Richard's baritone thundered, echoing off of the walls strangely. "Do you not all have moments you would simply prefer to crawl under a rock and be left alone! If I hear even a single syllable from anyone, you will be joining Ms. Angie Garcia in detention tomorrow; and I promise you, it won't be as easy to accomplish as Miss Waterflower's punishment!" Angie's jaws dropped at their normally stoic teacher's outburst as the whole class fell into silence. "Miss Garcia, I am not deaf," Mr. Brown pointed out in all seriousness. He unclasped another sheet and continued, "I'm going to copy this quickly- remember, I am always watching."

...

To Misty, reality was bent. She couldn't quite identify what words were said, or what her "sisters" were doing. The images blurred, more and more each time she opened her eyes after a few blinks.

"I'm done," said Misty as she gathered her belongings and packed them into her bag. As she departed, high-pitched, giggly voices laughed in amusement.

"Am I mental or was I just hallucinating?" said Misty, trying to catch her breath after running across the halls, passing lockers and unaware classes. She knelt down across the cold, brown-tiled floor. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, trying to ease her mind.

She knew she struggled on a question because she wasn't paying any attention, she saw the expressions from her peers which suddenly transformed into her sisters? The memories came back, and she began distancing herself more and more from reality; and then she came back, needing time away from everyone.

"Is it normal to have animated, almost real memories?" said Misty. She eyed every part of the hall: she was alone, slightly confused, and definitely in trouble for the commotion she stirred. She tilted her head up, hearing squeaky footsteps come her way.

"I'm not sure," the voice answered back.

"Drew?" she asked, while impossible she could only hope it was a friend of hers. "It's Ash," said Ash, as he appeared in visible-distance.

"Oh well," said Misty with a sigh.

Ash knelt down beside her: She looked annoyed but didn't bother fighting back.

"Are you alright?" asked Ash.

Misty laughed bitterly, glimpsing into his eyes she said, "Do you really think I'm alright?"

"To be completely honest you look like a curious, lost puppy in a big city," said Ash.

Misty folded her arms, "And you remind me of a hyperactive monkey overdosed on sugar."

Ash sighed, shaking his head with irritation, "I was being honest."

"As was I," said Misty collectively.

"We'll argue about this later," said Ash, knowing from past experiences how this would unfold.

"To answer your question, I'm not," she spoke uncomfortably as she started to explain some of it to Ash, of all people. Ash!

"Could be lack of sleep, or a sleeping disorder, but I'm guessing a lack of sleep," said Ash. As she spoke his ears paid proper attention, every word was thought of; every detail was embellished and brought to life in his mind.

"Probably, but these don't happen that often," said Misty. Deep inside, she had a hunch it was more than just lack of sleep.

"Have you had similar… um… periods then?" asked Ash, reciting the second-to- last word a bit awkwardly.

"Not this lucid and compelling, I'd literally get flashbacks that hit my emotions, but I've never sister-bended people before,"

"If this happens again, I'd say you've got a problem, and if it does…" Ash handed Misty her homework, in-between he provided her some help and ideas resulting in the completion of it.

"Promise me that I'd be the first one you'd tell, or at the least, one of the first," Misty nodded, realizing he was the only one who knew, and might just be the only one who ever knows.

As they both got up, Ash smiled deliriously before slipping a ripped piece of notebook paper into Misty's bag.

"What's this? Your number?" asked Misty.

"No, I don't have a phone, technically speaking," he muttered the last two words quickly and in a hushed voice.

"Then what is it?"

Ash grinned largely as he swayed his head from side to side, crossing his arms he said, "guess."

"Notes?" Misty's eyes lit up with false realization, "is this a joke?"

"No, it's your homework. The one you didn't do," Ash began laughing, softly and knowingly.

"I brought the notebook dumbass," said Misty with annoyance. Yet, she reached into her bag and opened the unkemptly ripped paper before giving Ash a semi-apologetic and semi-disbelieved look.

"You're welcome," said Ash coolly, and, as he exited, he cocked his head backwards at Misty and explained.

"You draw a lot of hearts in your notebook, just so you know," Ash turned forward and laughed, minding Misty, but to his dismay, missing the priceless look on her face as she grumbled away.

"Wait, he had my notebook…but he only gave me a piece of paper with a single paragraph formed more like a conclusion at the end than monotonous like mine! Plus the handwriting is swayed right, left, up, down,… in all directions,"

He completed it for you. Feel even more guilty for calling him a dumbass Misty.A small voice in her head responded.

"I know, I know. Stop reminding me." Misty chuckled, "I just talked back to myself."

As Misty walked off she stopped with realization that she didn't have her notebook, which contained the other half and…doodles from last year. She kicked something over by accident, right next to her feet laid her notebook. She picked it up, scrolling through and quietly gazing at everything she drew when she was still with Gary.

Hearts and trees with hearts filled the pages, accompanied with G + M.

"Wasn't I lovesick?" said Misty as she found the necessary page. She laid across the floor as she guiltily picked up a pen before stopping, knowing it was wrong.

But Ash worked hard on that for you, he'd be mad if you just threw his work out like garbage. The voice resurfaced.

"Aren't you my conscience?" asked Misty.

Yeah, so listen to me and copy, copy, copy.

"Hey Ash!" Angie exclaimed as she rushed over and threw her arms around him, burying her head in his chest.

"Oh, hi," mumbled Ash, taking a seat next to her on their lunch table.

Angie played pleasantly with Ash's hair as she twirled her fingers deep into his scalp like a curling iron.

"So…" Angie rested her head on his shoulder, "I was thinking… about us."

"We're good friends?" Ash answered hopefully.

Angie chuckled and poked his cheek, "No silly, I think… we should be… more than this,"

"More than friends?" Ash asked, he grew more uncomfortable as the conversation dwelled on.

"Well, why not?" asked Angie, she stroked his face lovingly and continued on. "We've always been there for each other and admit it, I'm the closest girl to you. May's more like your sister... family. Me? We're…"

"We're?" Ash crossed his fingers.

"Like a couple, how we act and how we always sit with each other in the lunch room. We'd also be the biggest it couple, one of the most popular boys at Petalburg Academy; and me, the most popular girl in town!" Angie's eyes lit up, ignited by sudden hopes and dreams with a chance to come alive. She wore her heart on her sleeve as she spoke, their friendship could be at stake because of her confession… but she was not one who waited around, as she was as blunt as ever.

Ash, a bit shaken at her sudden love confession stayed silent as she rambled. He did, however, roll his eyes as she talked about how they always were there for each other when she didn't even know half his problems. As he thought about the relationship more... he wondered if Angie saw his true self, or did she see what everyone else did?

"… A power couple! Everyone would admire us even more than they do now and-"

"Angie," said Ash calmly. He gave her hands, which previously held his, a light pat. "You're a very good friend and a special kind of girl, but I don't think we're right for each other,"

Angie's eyes began tearing before he completed the first four words, silly girl, she thought to herself. I should have known.

"But why not?" Angie's sadness turned into heated emotions as she wailed loudly, causing heads to turn in the lunch room. She buried her head in her hands

"Is it because I'm not pretty? That's it, isn't it Ash!" Ash saw droplets of tears streaming down, escaping her tightly locked finger tips. "Oh, I get it; you like someone else, don't you! Someone with bigger assets than I do! Admit it!"

"Angie, calm down," Ash said in his usual laid-back manner.

"There's something wrong- isn't there always? I'll never get married, or find a decent boyfriend, why do I always fall for the jerks. I thought you were different Ash- but I was dead wrong!" Her cries grew louder by the second, causing some students to exit as fast as they could.

"Okay! Fine, I'll go on a date with you!" Ash yelled, wanting to end her fit as quickly as possible.

Angie sniffled as she raised her head, "You will?"

Ash gave her his signature smile, "Yeah,"

Angie wiped her damp face with her hands before she lifted her chin and kissed Ash's lip. As she caught sight of her friends she leaped out with excitement and ran to inform them of the good news.

Ash touched his lip, "So that's how kisses feel,"

Like nothing.

"I am so sorry!" Dawn repeated as she tried wiping the egg yolk off of Leaf's hair.

Leaf chuckled and shook her head forgivingly.

"People say egg yolk is good for hair,"

"They also say dipping your face in ground mud rids you of acne," said Dawn, an image of someone naively believing that caused her to giggle.

"People will believe just about anything," Leaf flipped her hair to her backside and continued battering the eggs.

"I'm really sorry though-"

Leaf groaned lamely and said, for about the sixteenth time, "It's okay."

"I know, but I still feel bad," Dawn tossed a cake mix box into the recycling bin.

"I'm going to have to forgive you, either way," Leaf winked.

"How so?" asked Dawn, puzzled. She rubbed her hands together, flaking off access powder.

"You're my partner for the whole semester, how else can I get an 'A' if I ignore you?" Leaf chuckled. "There's no damn way I'm passing this class without you,"

"So you're forgiving me because I'm good at cooking?" Dawn replied.

"Yes, and because you're my friend," Leaf nearly dropped the carton of eggs, slipping on a runaway tomato.

Dawn looked over with a bored look in her eye, "Is the tomato okay?" she asked worriedly.

"Oh he's just swell, considering he nearly tripped me," Leaf added bitterly, she stood back on her feet and gruesomely wiped her tomato stained shoes.

"Well," Dawn said defensively, "if you watched where you were going you wouldn't have fallen; it's not nice to pick on vegetables, Leaf," Dawn clutched what was left of the tomato and said comforting words to it as it "cried" in her arms.

"It's not as innocent as you think, Bertliz," Leaf said bitterly.

"Apologize right now," Dawn demanded as she held up the tomato in front of Leaf's eyes.

"I am not apologizing to that little devil," Leaf turned the other way, hitting it with her hair.

Dawn covered its sides, "Don't you talk about my tomato like that! Do you wanna' go?"

Leaf turned back, "Yeah, you and me this afternoon after school, be there, or are you chicken?"

Dawn chuckled sarcastically, "Why not now,Green?"

"Bring it on Bertliz," Leaf challenged back.

The two girls fell back laughing, recalling their drama class last year, oh how they missed it.

"But in all seriousness," said Dawn, "it's your fault for running into it," She guiltily eyed Leaf, widening her eyes just a bit and pouting as she sadly held up her tomato.

"Ugh fine, I'm sorry Mr. Tomato," Leaf grumbled.

"Kiss it,"

Leaf groaned as she obeyed, "I hate you," she said jokingly.

"I love you too," Dawn stuck out her tongue.

"Well, well, well," said a high-mannered voice, familiar to Dawn's ears.

Dawn chanted pleas in her head that she was overreacting because it was, as she reasoned, a very common voice that could belong to another-

"I hope your cooking is better than your dancing skills,"

"Damn- I mean um darn it," Dawn said aloud.

Leaf looked star struck; she shook her head and elbowed Dawn playfully in the arm, "Didn't know you of all people would let that word slip off your tongue,"

"Hey, Bluebelle, are you deaf too?" Ursula mocked.

Dawn turned around anxiously, nearly knocking off a plate as she reached peculiarly.

"Oh hi Ursula? Stopping by? Well hi, bye. Now go on and you know… do your thing?" Dawn mumbled quickly as she began mixing ingredients with hurry.

"Okay, what?" Ursula asked in her ever-so stuck-up tone, she folded her arms, as if she were anticipating an answer.

"Well it's a pretty day. Isn't it a pretty day? Look at those flowers in the window so pretty well bye must work on this but what are you doing here?" said Dawn in one breath.

Leaf shook her head, "Why are you here, Pigtails?"

Ursula smiled her definition of a sweet smile, "I got moved up because of my talented skills."

Dawn felt her heart pump faster, she nearly fainted and her stomach was slightly nauseous at the news. Something about that girl caused Dawn to be around her little finger, she acted like Ursula's frightened little servant.

"Oh, poor Dawnie," Ursula said in a counterfeit tone. "I guess that makes two top classes she shouldn't be in this year, poor girl," Ursula shook her head with false pity. "What can I say, poor child was the unfortunate result of a mistake involving two stupid teens, a hundred percent accident of course."

"Takes an accident to know an accident, shut your plastic mouth up and take your little Barbie self with you," Leaf said, already annoyed despite not encountering Ursula as much as before.

Dawn looked gratefully at Leaf as she breathed out, trying to ease herself.

"So... Ursula doesn't like you?" asked Leaf.

"No duh she doesn't! I don't know what I ever did to her, God, someday I want-"

Leaf covered Dawn's mouth, cutting off her words.

"First, you did nothing wrong, second," Leaf briefly looked at Dawn before continuing, "someday can be now. No need to act like she's a mad psychopath,"

Dawn lowered her friend's hand slowly, "I don't know why, but I feel frightened when I'm with her,"

Leaf shook her shoulders, "Because you are letting her get to you! She's intimidating you, can't you see? Stand your ground and she'll leave you alone, Dawn,"

"I can stand up to people like Brianna or Misty's sisters even, or..." She stopped herself as she nearly mentioned Prince Charming, or his actual name, Paul.

"They were their problems, not yours. It's easier for you that way. Oh and by the way, I think your mom did a superb job raising you," Leaf smiled.

"You really think so? Or do you just want that 'A'?" Dawn joked.

"Well I want an 'A', but I really do think so. I can see it, how blessed you really are," Leaf patted the bluenette's head softly, "ignore that bitch,"

"You know Leaf, you have a really soft side," Dawn elbowed her friend's arm, winking and nudging.

"Yeah, haha no," Leaf stated honestly.

"Yes you do," Dawn bowed her head, she placed her pointer finger on the watch's protective glass, bringing it towards the clock's signifying arrows.

Leaf peaked, her body stood on one foot as she leaned towards Dawn's wristwatch. "An hour left, yes!"

"Don't you sound excited; does Leaf have a date after school?" Dawn teased.

Leaf gagged bitterly, "No way in Hell, I just wanna' get out of this place,"

"I wanna' sleep but I have creative writing, and I'm not skipping," Dawn stared sharply at Leaf, assuring her friend that she "meant business."

"Do you even know what that means?" asked Leaf.

"Um no," said Dawn. "But it sounds cool,"

Leaf chuckled, "I don't know what it means either but it certainly does sound awesome,"

The two talked as they worked, when they completed their practice assignment, the two girls exchanged mutual high-fives in obvious joy to their teamwork and accomplishment. The real project seemed simple and quick now that they knew the ingredients and correct timing.

As the class ended, while everyone gathered their belongings, Leaf went up to Dawn, "See ya tomorrow, I'm skipping today- and you better not come with me,"

"No way, I'm aiming for straight 'A''s and a good A.C.T. score!"

"Good luck, I'm aiming for… nothing! Bye," said Leaf, smiling away.

"Bye!" said Dawn, waving her arm.

...

The bluenette checked her bag to make sure she had everything for the next class, she eased from her calamity as all her books and notebooks stood in place.

"I'll just check and make sure I have my phone charged," said Dawn aloud, she scuffled through the disorganized bag, searching with hopes she just left it in her locker or at home if it wasn't to be found at school.

"But I had it at lunch and I went to my locker before going downstairs so that means-"

Dawn squeezed her arm tightly, "Not again,"

"Silly girl," said Ursula, twirling a phone's strap with her finger.

"That would teach little Miss Illegitimate and her tempered little friend to back off," said Georgia in awe of Ursula.

"I think you went too far Ursula," said Iris as she shook her head reluctantly in hidden disagreement.

Ursula's attention waved to Iris, "What did you say to me?"

"Y-you shouldn't break it, and you shouldn't have stolen her wallet either," Iris clutched her book closer to her chest.

Georgia spoke up first, "Are you taking Dawn's side over Ursula?" Iris remained mute.

Ursula filed her nail briskly, "Have you forgotten who made you who you are today? When I first transferred in the middle of freshman year, you were that talented dancer full of wits and cheerfulness- but you were so shy, I took you in and helped you lose your quiet self and form you into- into this!"

Iris breathed through her nose, she knew what her best friend did was wrongful, but she had no place to correct her.

"Wait, why don't you just read her text messages out loud instead," Iris suggested, silently praying that possibly, Dawn will find a way to retrieve her phone.

Ursula smiled and wrapped her arm across her friend's neck, "Now we're talking,"

Iris smiled alongside them, Georgia cleverly spoke up, suggesting that she and Ursula blow Dawn's saved up money on an expensive and quite extravagant shopping spree.

"Wanna' come Iris?" Ursula said to Georgia's obvious dismay.

"Bitch, of course!" Iris said with a sly smile.

All the feelings of guilt washed away as she carried off by her friends.

"Excuse me, Urusla?"

Ursula heard footsteps follow behind; she was alone at the moment, anticipating the end of the day.

"Paul Shinji?" she gasped in awe. Her annoyed look lightened up, she smiled angelically in amazement he knew her name and said it correctly. "You know my name and said it correctly," Anybody who didn't know her would find her to be the kindest person in the world with the way she acted.

"It's not exactly challenging to recall that octopus from The Little Mermaid, I can't erase myself from the traumatizing nightmares that thing gave to me as a child, is that how your mother choose your name? Ursula was an envious and freighting character, just like yourself," Paul kept his arms crossed as he said this. "Oh, and because you love hearing about yourself, you might enjoy knowing that you resemble her too, if stretched, some might say you both sound alike,"

Paul couldn't mask his grin as it flowingly escaped his usually controlled grasps.

Ursula looked oblivious to the whole situation; Paul wasn't supposed to say this, he knew her name for heaven's sake!

Paul tugged on a dazzled phone strap, releasing it from Ursula's grip. "I'll take this," his onyx eyes impertinently identified a rose-colored wallet held loosely together by aging leather, "and this," he unzipped the breaking thing and found it moneyless, containing only a picture and a library card.

Paul's grouchy eyes seemed to get colder as he looked agilely at the thief, "I presume that you had whisked away the money and implanted it into your own bag for personal uses, I am highly sure it's to buy useless junk to boast up your appeal,"

"What do you want? You don't even know Dawn," she was shaken, someone had caught her, but worst of all, it was someone who she wouldn't mind being with.

"I know that she did nothing to you," Paul said, he left her in the art of blabbering as he walked off, stuffing a few hundred dollar bills into the emptied wallet.

"Artists see the world in a way that people don't, you guys notice things that people don't usually pay any attention to," said Drew.

May and Drew both laid on the library couches lazily, they discussed many things during the hour they spent together after literally running into each other.

"And musicians like yourself hear things people don't hear or take note of," said May while packing up after finishing.

"Exactly; everyone has the gift, some just don't use it," said Drew, flipping a book quickly, the pages made a whisking sound in the muteness of the room. Noticing the time, he dropped the book on the coach and roughly grabbed his bag as he dropped it accidentally, causing a few eyes to notice.

"Sssh," the librarian chastised.

Drew groaned, wishing people would mind their own business.

May waited for him outside the library doors, "No one was studying in there," she pointed out.

"She hates boys, May," Drew held on to his backpack using a single shoulder.

"She liked Ash?"

Drew chuckled, "Yeah, she has to, she can't hate the boys who bring home championships," he paused for a moment to tie his shoelace. "Me? I don't feel like doing those kind of things, so I'm not considered anything special in her eyes,"

"Come on Drew, look at the bright side," May reasoned.

Drew smirked, "If I whispered any louder I would have only gotten a detention? Oh joy, such a blessing," he said sarcastically.

May thought for a moment, "There's a bright side, I don't know what-"

"Exactly, Sunshine. There's no bright side, I never knew you were 'Miss Optimistic'," Drew teased, patting May on the head.

"Do you have to keep calling me that nickname?" May groaned.

Drew grinned as he shook his head, his thoughts oblivious to May.

"W-what?" May asked, knowing he was thinking of something.

"Look at the bright side," Drew mimicked her voice, "at least I don't call you Red,"

May scratched her head, "Why would you-" she blushed awkwardly when she realized.

"Why you-wait, Paul?" May watched as Paul stood, cross legged, leaned backed against the wall.

"I guess he's picking you up," said Drew.

"You're making it seem like he's my babysitter," May commented.

Drew shook his head while chuckling, "It looks like he's been waiting here forever,"

"I have," said Paul.

"For me?" May asked innocently.

"Not you- him," Paul pointed his finger at Drew, who appeared as confused as a blind turtle.

"What-"

Paul handed Drew a shining phone, obviously new, with a sparkling phone strap that May thought to be Dawn's. He reached into his bag and pulled out an unwavering wallet with the ends of money hanging off the sides.

Drew identified the items quickly, "These are Dawn's, how did you-"

"Someone stole these items, I wasn't quite estimated on the amount of money originally inside, therefore, I placed an unknown amount inside,"

Paul left off, ignoring Drew's called-out questions and as mysteriously as he came, he left.

Drew's eyes met May's, silently asking thousands of questions within his emerald orbs.

May lifted her shoulders, having no clue as well.

"That's not a very 'Paul like' thing to do," said May.

Drew nearly fainted as he opened the wallet and saw semi-crisp bills overflowing.

May stretched her neck out to see, "Did I mention Paul's … um…rich?"

Drew shook his head, "Have they met- how did he know-"

"I wish I knew, I'll ask him later, okay?" May quickly turned her back, feeling someone was with them.

"Something wrong?" asked Drew.

"I feel like something's with us- watching our every move," May confessed, feeling slightly terrified, her heartbeat seemed to have sped up a few miles.

Drew felt as if something was touching his spine, it was… chilling. Why did the air feel ghostly? He took in the scent of the air; he immediately motioned May to leave now. The two ran across, hand and hand, without turning back.

As soon as they were out of sight, a redhead, heavily scented in her favorite perfume, popped her head out of her plant.

"What," May said between breaths, "was-that-Drew,"

The two slowed their pace, walking through the empty halls.

"That psychotic bitch-" Drew replied slowly.

"Who?" asked May.

"My ex-girlfriend, Brianna, she used to drown herself in some Victoria's Secret perfume every day, the same scent," Drew remembered coughing heavily as a direct result of the strong scent.

"She was there? Are you positive?" May was more curious about the relationship, she secretly wondered: What went wrong?

"She's crazy, don't get involved with her," Drew unscrewed his water bottle cap before pouring the refreshing water into his mouth without touching anything but the water. He handed the close-to-full bottle to May, who declined at first but gradually decided to have a taste.

"Drew, just wondering, what happened between you?" May asked once she regained her voice.

"She cheated on me with some other guy," Drew said with an emotionless tone, it was straight forward and contained no voice cracks.

May gasped in surprise, her eyes ignited by a sudden memory as well of her first relationship. She wondered if it was his first relationship as well, but most of all, she wondered why anyone would break a nice guy's heart.

Did they kiss? Was she his first relationship? And, why do I care so much about the details?

"Is it that shocking?" Drew flipped his hair away from his face.

"Was she your first relationship?" asked May.

"Eh, yeah, I was just upset that she practically forced me into going out and ended up cheating. She seemed fine at first, I must admit. But she soon became oddly clingy and jealous of my friends, I gave it a chance and it didn't end in good terms,"

"Did you two ever…kiss?"

Drew looked at her with his usual teasing smile, "What if I said yes?"

May blushed, "I'm just wondering!" she said defensively.

"Sure, Sunshine; and I suppose I'd be "just wondering" how your lip tastes by kissing it right now," Drew stroked her cheek lightly.

May fell silent from his soft touch, her face felt awfully heated; now more than ever before. He was teasing her, making some sort of metaphor in a friendly way. Not to leave out, he only thought of her as a friend.

"I don't think I'll complain about being called Sunshine anymore," May mumbled.

"Never?" asked Drew.

May tilted her head to the side, "Hmm?"

"We didn't kiss, none of that stuff, it was just a relationship deemed too boring by her,"

"Oh… Well, I'm glad," May came to a sudden realization that they have been classmates for three whole years, yet she only found out about his existence less than a month ago.

Where they friends? Yes. Close friends? No.

But he was someone who, in the short time May had known him, felt a bit comfortable with. While there were still awkward silences and loss of conversation, the more they talked and got to know each other, the more those awkward times seemed to decline.

We're just friends, becoming closer, but right now we're just friends getting to know each other; we're still on that stage, May thought.

…...

So, originally I made a chapter foreshadowing May feelings for Ash. Advanceshipping..and..

I've decided to take that out! So no romance/love/advanceshipping in a non platonic way.

I'm editing that chapter why is..it just doesn't seem to work with the story.