CHAPTER 12- Why Misty Hates Drew

Drew's eyes gently flickered open. Everything around him seemed hazy; but he could make out the figure of Dr. Xerox bending over him.

"Welcome back Drew. Great news; the operation was a success! Thank you Drew…You have no idea how much this young boy is in your debt…But you need to rest. Your body has lost a lot of blood, and will need you to sleep in order to fully restore your blood levels," he said and left.

Drew breathed slowly and deeply; he was very tired.

"God…I'm…I'm so tired…But I want to see May…Where is she?" Drew thought to himself and looked around.

He saw her asleep by the window; leaning on her hand, with her elbow on the windowsill.

Drew sighed. Using all the strength he could muster, he spoke.

"May…" he said softly; trying to get her attention. Her body shifted; yet she didn't wake.

Drew breathed deeply once more.

"MAY…" he struggled to say, but said loudly. May eyes unhurriedly opened. She looked over at him; responding to her name.

"Drew! You're awake!" she yelled, ran over to him, and captured him in a tight hug.

"Ack!" Drew yelped.

"Oh my gosh sorry!" She said and let go. She smiled sweetly at him and this time hugged him gently.

Drew struggled, but managed to lift his right hand onto her back.

"Drew…Thank you so much…Thank you…You are the best friend I've ever had…I just wish I could repay you for your kindness…I mean, not only did you give your blood to save the life of someone you don't even know, but you also refused money! Drew; you are truly a saint…an angel," May whispered into his ear.

Drew smiled.

"A…anything for someone…who likes me…for me…and not my money," he said. May; still bending over, resting on him in a hug, closed her eyes; letting a tear run down her face.

"I don't care about silly things like money. Even if you were the poorest kid in school, I'd still like you for you…" May whispered.

Drew smiled sweetly and put both his arms around her.

"Is there anything I can do to repay you?" May asked. Drew smirked.

"Well…As a matter of fact there is ONE thing you could do…But you'll be doing most of the work…" He said.

May blinked.

"Uh ok. What is it?" May asked.

Drew closed his eyes, smiled, and said, "Kiss me…" May blushed.

"Drew wants ME to kiss him AGAIN? Squee!!! I can't believe it! Yay! Although it would be better if he kissed me back. Oh well!" She happily thought.

May lifted her head and gently pushed lips to Drew's; although he would not return her kiss, May was content with feeling his lips against hers.

As before, she gently kneaded his lips with his own.

His lips were very soft and smooth…Perfect to May. Drew; still holding onto May, laid dead still, and allowed May to do what she pleased.

A few minutes passed, and May sat up; cheeks coloured scarlet.

"That was good…You're improving," Drew said smirking and yawned. May could feel her cheeks becoming warmer.

"Uh…eh…hmm…" May struggled to put a sentence together. Suddenly, Drew's thoughts all came together.

"No…no, no, no! That kiss…It, it feels just like the way Cassidy would kiss me! Full of love! But…her love was fake…How do I know May's love isn't real too? Argh…I'm too tired for this…I'll think about when I'm fully restored…" Drew thought to himself.

"May," Drew began and May turned to him. "I need…rest…could you…do me a…favour?" He spoke slow, but clear.

"Yes of course! Anything you want," May replied.

"Could you…this may sound weird…but umm…tuck me in?" Drew asked and looked away, blushing.

May giggled and smiled sweetly.

"Of course," she said. She took the sheet and shook it out so it spread evenly over him, then the white cotton blanket she put over him, and lastly the blue sheet.

Then she proceeded to tuck the 'duvet' under him by the shoulders and all the way down to his feet. Once she was sure he was comfortable, May fluffed his pillow.

"There you—go…" she smiled as Drew had already fallen asleep.

"Wow…you look so peaceful when you're asleep…" She bent down and softly kissed him on the lips.

"I just wish I could tell you that I love you…" she whispered and left the room. The door closed with a click behind May.

Drew opened his eyes and sighed with his back turned to the door.

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"May!" Misty yelled from down the hall. May turned around to see Ash and Misty running towards her.

"Oh hey guys!" May said smiling happily.

"How's Max? Is he going to be alright?" Ash asked. May nodded.

"Yup! The doctors said he's on his way to recovery, and that he'll wake up in a few days!"

"That's wonderful news May! So who was the blood donor?" Misty asked.

"Well…uh…he's in there…On the bed opposite Max's," May said pointing at the door she just closed.

Ash grabbed the door handle and turned it anti-clock wise. The lock clicked, and Ash slowly pushed it ajar.

He and Misty peered around the side of the door; seeing Max still unconscious on his bed. Turning to the bed across from him, their eyes widened at the sight of the teen that lay in a deep slumber; snoring ever so slightly.

Ash closed the door. The two stood silent; rooted to the ground. May curled in her lips.

"Shocking isn't it?" She asked now biting her bottom lip. Her friends slowly blinked; their face inexpressive.

Ash opened the door to make sure it really was Drew and that he wasn't hallucinating.

"I can't believe it!" He exclaimed.

"Why on earth would DREW be so nice to you?! He's such an ass!" Misty retorted. May took the opportunity to ask her a very important question.

"Misty, I know why Ash seems to dislike Drew. But, why do YOU dislike him?"

Misty looked down away. She had hoped May would never ask her that.

"Misty? Are you listening to me?" May asked. Ash put his arms around Misty's waist. It was then Misty remembered; Ash was once shorter than her.

Back then, she had no interest in him because he had been a midget to her.

However, as the years went by, Ash slowly but surely matured. Thus resulting in a sudden rush of feelings being aroused within Misty.

Misty had always said,

'Love is like river. Sometimes it flows freely, bringing life to new feelings. Sometimes there are obstacles in the way; like when a river is blocked by a rock slide.

But the water always finds a way through the small cracks, and is allowed to continue its journey to the sea, down the mountain.

Think of the water as your emotions. The mountain is the path to the sea; which is love.

The path to love isn't some easy ride down the mountain. There will be many rocks blocking your way to love and happiness. But try your best and never give up. Because before you know it; you'll have broken the barrier, and will soon reach love.'

It was a long piece of advice, but May liked it a lot. And it had seem May had reached those rocks in the way. Both Ash and Misty not liking Drew one little bit just happened to be the rockslide.

And as May stood there, trying to understand Misty's hate, she wondered if she would ever overcome this obstacle.

"Come on Mist. You know you can trust May. Go ahead, tell her…" Ash persisted and rubbed his cheek against hers.

Misty sighed through her nostrils.

"Ok," she said softly and moved out of Ash's embrace. "But not her at the hospital. Let's head back to my place. I'll explain everything there." May nodded and the three left the hospital.

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Misty put her pillow up against the headboard. She sat back against it with her knees up to her chest.

Ash sat beside Misty with his arms around her; holding her securely. May noticed her wallpaper had been changed. In fact, it had been completely removed. The walls were now painted black from the top, and slowly faded into baby blue at the floor.

He carpet was now a multi blue coloured fur material. The ceiling was now black, with many glow-in-the-dark stickers of water pokemon, and sea creatures.

Her bed sheet was still the same though.

"Ok…So you want to know why I hate Drew; correct?" Misty asked gazing over at May who sat on a large blue bean bag beside the bed.

The bed was Japanese-style; therefore was extremely low to the ground.

"It all started when I was nine. I was at the park; sitting under the big oak tree. The sky was clear that day. I distinctly remembering seeing one cloud though. Only one; in the shape of a heart.

Anyways, I was happily drawing some pictures when a feather fell onto my book. I picked it up. It was small and many blue colors.

Looking up, I noticed that a small bird was trying to fly. It was so cute how it was fluttering its small wings.

Just as it took off from the branch, it fell. Acting quickly, I jumped forward and caught it before it landed on the ground.

It chirped happily. 'Alright little birdie,' I began. 'I know you can do this. I believe in you'. I lifted him in the air and opened my hands like a sort of runway.

Slowly, but surely, he lifted into the air. I smiled proudly as I watched him fly away; although he didn't seem to gain altitude. Instead, he was losing it. 'Oh, come on birdie!' I thought. To my dismay, he just gently landed on the ground.

I sighed. I was about to approach him when I heard the sound of screeching tires.

Worriedly, I looked around. That's when I caught sight of it. A miniature motorcycle. It looked like something I could ride. My heart began to beat faster, and faster as I realized where it was heading.

It was heading for birdie! 'Birdie, birdie!!!' I yelled repeatedly. I started running to him, but someone grabbed my arm.

'No honey. A motorbike's coming,' my mother warned. But I already knew that! I just wanted to save birdie.

I struggled and struggled, and finally, I was free of my mother's grasp. I heard her yell out for me, but I had already dashed off. But I was too late…I fell to my knees at the spot Birdie once was.

All that was left, was the tire track, and a splatter of blood. I felt tears swell up in my ears as I looked around for the motorist. I saw them parking their bike next to the fountain.

They got off and saw a blue spot on their back wheel. I figured that must've been birdie. It was terrible for me actually. Too see that. And you know what they did? Well, first I heard him yell, 'that stupid f-ing bird ruined my new tire!'

They just cursed. Not showing any sympathy for the life they had just taken in the blink of an eye! Just cursed…I clenched my fists; wanting to hurt them so badly. But my mom had already taken me in her arms.

I paid no attention to her worry. Instead, I watched the demon person remove their helmet. It was then and there, I recognized him. He was in the same school as me. He knew me not, but I sure as hell knew him…

And his name, was Drew Devlin."

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CHAPTER 13- My State Of Depression

After that dream, that terrible reminder of his not so long ago past; Drew is pushed into a state of depression. Ironically, after realizing her love for Drew, May finds herself in a state of blissful happiness. The more Drew thinks about it. the more upset he becomes; slowly being engulfed by his hatred and depression, to the point of suicide perhaps? Is there a way for May, his previous savior, to rescue him from the darkness within his lost feelings of love for a girl who's long time gone?