Those Kids with a Typewriter

His May By: Kitty-Cat134

(Brendan's POV)

Welcome to Those Kids with a Typewriter where bad fanfiction burns. This fanfic sucks for more than one reason. Let's get on with it.

Drew was the type of a guy who loved attention. He loved it when women fought over him, and he loved it when he won every contest he was in. He wasn't the type of a guy to run after women, because he believed that women should run after him.

Oh and fanfiction writers portray me as overly needy? How selfish can you be you drama-loving -

But the it all changed when a certain dense, glutton of an airhead came into his life. When they first met, he began to make fun of her, but then afterwards when they kept bumping into each other, he started to tease her on daily basis. He would give her roses, claiming they were for Beautifly. At least, they were for Beautifly, until it all changed.

Drew, in the beginning, loved to tease the airhead who'd get riled up and start yelling at him. He, in the beginning, thought of her as annoying and a rookie, who wouldn't even get into the Grand Festival, but then he began to understand her, and he grew interested in her. Because unlike others, she didn't worship him like he was a god, and he grew interested at that. And before he knew it, he began to grow feelings for the dense, glutton of an airhead. Instead of Beautifly, he gave roses to her, but still lied that they were for her Pokemon, just to keep his feelings hidden. It was getting harder, because his feelings grew each day until they bloomed into love.

Let me run down his whole love life. He is interested in May because she isn't like all the other background characters that just sit and worship him. He's attracted to a diamond in the rough. I'd like this motivation if this thing wasn't so one-sided. The whole thing is selfish.

Drew thought he was going crazy, because he began to notice even tiny details of her. He noticed how her nose would twitch when she was in a foul mood, he began to notice the barely visible black bags under her eyes and all that stress.

You must either how great eyesight or have a ton of time on your hands. It's like you're stalking her. This isn't cute. It's creepy. People get pepper-sprayed over this. In the Pokemon world, I wouldn't be surprised if you got blasted off the side of the mountain by hyper beam.

... This is in the romance section? I thought this was in the horror category.

Drew loved May's eyes. They would shine and sparkle when she was happy, and Drew enjoyed it. Her eyes would always absorb him, and he'd get lost into them without any return. He hated it when tears would gather at her eyes, or when that shine and sparkle fade away, and he wanted to kill the person who made his May unhappy.

Did he just...

he wanted to kill the person who made his May unhappy.

He did.

You IDIOT. You STALKER. You DIRTY criminal. How DARE you! How DARE you pass this criminal activity onto your audience as pass it off as love. How DARE you so much as -

He also loved her hair. He wondered if they were as soft as they looked, and he didn't like the bandana that covered him up. He would notice her hairstyle, and how she looked utterly beautiful.

Drew also adored her smile. He would do anything to make her smile. Her smile lightened his world, and he was always at ease when he saw her smiling. He didn't like the frowns that she would make.

Drew always adored his May's laughter. Her laughter was music to his ears, and he would always enjoy listening to it.

He also loved her angry, pouting face when he'd tease her, and he loved the way her cheeks would turn red when he would give her a rose. Basically, Drew loved everything about his May.

His? Don't make me begin ranting again. I'm trying to pay back my swear jar debt. Should I go on about how possessive he is? How much of a stalker? Or how he's going to vilify a character?

Drew hated this guy named Brendan Birch. He loathed him. Brendan was May's best childhood friend, and he hated it when he used to put his arms around his May. He hated it when Brendan was the one who would make her laugh, and his hatred grew when she would always blush around him. He didn't like it. He wanted May to be his, but that Brendan always got into his way. And that made Drew loathe him even more.

But then one day, Drew had enough. So when he saw Brendan flirting with May, he lost control and lashed out. May had a hard time dragging him away, and then demanded a reason for his excuse. He yelled out how he was in love with her, and how he hated when Brendan became all too flirty with her. Drew confessed every single thing, including his hatred for Brendan. But when she began laughing at how he thought she loved Brendan, he became confused.

"Drew, I don't love Brendan. The reason I always blush when he's around, is because I can't stop comparing him to you," she had laughed when she said that. He had sighed in relief, and smiled at May, who had blushed and smiled back.

"Drew!" He was snapped out of his thoughts when someone called out to him, and when he saw who it was, he smiled, and wrapped his arms around her tiny waist, and capturing her lips in a kiss.

Yes, May belonged to him. She was his May. Forever and always. And nothing could change that.

This story - is actually not that bad...

OF COURSE IT'S THAT BAD! THIS STORY SUCKS!

Never, and I mean never, have I seen a person so clingy and needy since Bella Swan. Drew doesn't sound like he's written like a ten-year-old. He sounds like he's some overly hormonal teenager. In other words, he's the male, pokemon equivalent of said needy jerk, Bella Swan. This isn't love, it's lust.

Admittedly, stories about love and lust are rare, and people these days can't seem to be able to tell them apart.

Disney of all companies can tell a story about love and lust decently as exemplified in The Hunchback of Notre Dame. Quasimodo knew to put Esmeralda's happiness before his own while Frollo put himself above Esmeralda. Guess who dies.

"His May", however, was not thought out well enough to merit it's own segment in the K-rated section of this website. Just look at the last sentence.

Yes, May belonged to him. She was his May. Forever and always. And nothing could change that.

There are many words that can describe this sentence. I'm going to use my favorite. Let's try "objectification" on for size.

I'm Brendan. I read it, and I wish I hadn't.

(Insert "Hellfire" from Disney's The Hunchback of Notre Dame)