I actually thought of this...strange idea while discussing composition ideas with my sister. It suddenly popped out in my head and then I ran out of the room to get my notebook to record it down.
And after I write this oneshot, I'll stop updating for a while to concentrate on my other two stories, excluding the highly UNsuccessful story of mine...
Yup. So hope you guys enjoy this.
May shuffled into the house, looking rather awkward, with her blushing face, her evident lack of experience in wearing high-heels, and the fact that she was alone going to a party was simply not helping. However, everything was made up with her stunning yet simple back-less red dress, touching her knees, and her neck was adorned with a necklace that sparkled and shone whenever she walked, giving people a cause for envy.
The young author, who had purposely postponed all meetings for this event, didn't know it would be THAT awkward.
She stumbled, almost falling, and then she cursed herself silently for wearing high-heels. And then, scratching her head sheepishly, she mustered the courage to join her friends, all of whom were either kissing their boyfriends with a fiery passion, hugging them like it was the end of the world, or simply chatting about mundane events, their hands intertwined all the time.
Perhaps she was a tad bit behind her friends. She, a beautiful, young, 20-year-old woman, with a successful career and a bright future, didn't have a boyfriend. Heck, she never had one in the first place.
She would always reproach her friends for watching the schoolboys with lovelorn eyes while giggling madly when one would look their way. The girls would pour over teen magazines, gushing over how cute or hot a certain boy is, while May would pour over the brand new book she had just gotten. Whenever anyone of them got a boyfriend, the group of friends, excluding May, would always ask "Hey, how's your boy?" and they would ask that every once in a while, just to be updated on their first hug, first kiss, and the details of where, when and how did it occur.
May, who was a nerd who was sought after by many boys who crushed on her, simply waved them away every time one would approach. At times, her friends would shake their heads, asking May why did she reject every single one of them.
"Love takes years to forge, girls." she muttered, "and besides, love isn't at first sight. They just like me because I'm pretty, not because I'm me."
That, perhaps, was the cause of her single status. May groaned. Her childhood memories didn't consist of a childhood sweetheart, just books, books, family and friends. She had grown up too fast.
But nothing could ever change her love philosophy. Love simply couldn't exist, couldn't be created at first sight. And that would never change. Not ever.
The brunette continued to observe the bustling, love-filled environment that simply had no space for her. She noticed her classmate Whitley, the girl who never had a boyfriend during their school days, but had never given up crushing on at least one, with her head leaning against her boyfriend, who May could not recognise. It was simply a beautiful painted picture.
May really wanted to paint her very own picture.
She observed Jasmine for a while, for she was quiet, and thought that perhaps she was still single like herself, until she noticed Volkner, with his electrifying blonde hair walking towards her. The long-haired lady gave a meek smile, before choosing to settle with holding his hand and hearing him whisper sweet nothings into her ear.
No, no, no, no. May could not find anyone suitable to talk to. She grimaced. She had no choice.
"Uh, hi, Dawn!" the brunette chirped, forcing a smile that gave away her sheer awkwardness for interrupting their smooching session.
Dawn kissed Gary for a second or two more, before breaking it off reluctantly, and then giving him a pout, for no real reason. Then, she turned towards May, and then she grinned. "Maaaaayyyyy!" she cried, pulling May into a hug.
May gladly hugged back, and for a moment she felt quite at home. "Hey, Dawn."
The navy-haired girl smiled. "So, when's the new book coming out? It was...ah, yeah, the title was 'Love is not at first sight', or something like that? I do wanna read it."
"Well...it's coming out soon. I have to go through some stuff to publish it though."
"No worries, daaaaaaarlin', I'll wait!"
And then Dawn giggled, almost sinisterly, before falling back, unconscious, into the safe arms of Gary Oak. May shook her head forlornly. "No wonder she said she wanted to read it. She was drunk."
Gary raised his eyebrows. "Whatever, Maple." With that said, he lifted her onto a sofa, where he accompanied her.
May sighed dejectedly. "Great, just great, I get to hang out ALONE. Oh, wow, why in the world did I even ACCEPT the darn invita-"
The girl took a hasty step back, bumping into someone who had been unfortunate enough to be her victim.
"HEY! Watch your st-" May was about to criticise the guy who had stupidly stood there until she saw him for herself. Those deep, jet black eyes.
"Well, sorry, I was just, uh, looking for someone." he muttered, standing up to pull the girl up from her awkward position on the floor, smiling slightly, "Do you know anyone by the name of Miss Maple?"
May blushed, and almost giggled at the formal name she had been given by such a handsome young man of her age.
But wait! No. She couldn't be little miss nice girl. May hastily replied, "I AM May Maple."
He laughed, almost uneasily. "Ah, Mis-"
"May. May will do just fine."
"Ah, okay, May then." The guy, clad in a suit with a cobalt blue tie that look rather awkward among the crowd, smiled sheepishly, before saying, "Uh, I really like your book. I just, uh, want to say that."
The brunette looked at the raven-haired male, and she continued taking in the details of his face. His hair was in a mess, ruffled into a mass of raven hair, with a slight tinge of brown. His eyes were those deep eyes that May could easily sink into. He had a birth mark, two lightning bolts that were plastered on his two cheeks.
Everytime I think I'm closer to the heart
Of what it means to know just who I am
I think I've finally found a better place to start
But no one ever seems to understand
I need to try to get to where you are
Could it be you're not that far?
The brunette coughed, but that alone could not pull her out of her very own world with him. She was simply...mesmerized by him.
But, she had barely known him. Heck, she hadn't a clue what's his name. Ask him, a voice nudged her in the head.
He seemed to have read her mind, for the next thing he said was, "Uh, hi, I'm Ash. Ash Ketchum." And he extended a hand as a gesture. May stretched out her hand to shake his, and it seemed as though time had paused.
His voice. It seemed so soft, so gentle, something that could hold a fragile person such as herself. His handshake was firm, and May felt warmth, warmth that coursed through her arm, and slowly, it spread all over.
It melted that ice-cold heart of hers.
Ash Ketchum.
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Oh yeah
Ash Ketchum.
That name, that voice, it rang in her ears. Ash had introduced himself rather thoroughly for someone whom she had just met; he was a photojournalist who enjoyed reading and photography in his spare time. He bought May's book upon recommendation by a journalist friend of his who did a book review that simply showed readers that her book was almost flawless.
May smiled gleefully, but she quickly shook off her grin. Why was she doing this? Was she rebelling against her age-old love philosophy? Is love at first sight...real?
No. She was confused, lonely, and she needed a break.
She was tired. Really tired.
You're the remedy I'm searchin' hard to find
To fix the puzzle that I see inside
Painting all my dreams the color of your smile
When I find you it will be alright
That smile of his, it kept on popping out in her head. May struggled to sit more comfortably on the sofa she had just recently plopped on after meeting Ash, and at the same time, she struggled to shut away thoughts of him. Those eyes, she could've drowned in them if given more time. They were so deep, so warm. She had a sense of safety, a sense of protection when she was near him.
Perhaps, just maybe, he could be the one that would give her the love she had always longed for.
But, she had barely met him. How was this possible? Perhaps...
I need to try to get to where you are
Could it be you're not that far?
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you
I gotta find you
You're the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Been feeling lost
Cant find the words to say
Spendin' all my time stuck in yesterday
Where you are is where I wanna be
Oh next to you, and you next to me
Ohh...
I need to find you
Yeah
Her eyelids drooped heavily, but May tried her very best to keep them open for any sign of him. He had disappeared out of her sight when she just happened to close her eyes for a mere second. She was tired. Really tired. Maybe she should get some sleep and then wake up believing that it was a dream. She felt slightly confused by the surging emotions within her. There was a question that had been bugging her ever since she saw him.
Would he change her thinking?
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you (I need to find you)
I gotta find you (yeah)
Your the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you(I gotta find you)
She had never felt the same way about anyone. Was this love? The constant watching, the smiles she would never fail to cast whenever he happened to look in her way despite the fact that she had rather poor eyesight without glasses, the biting of the lip whenever she saw him smiling or chatting with another lady.
Was it?
Was it really love at first sight?
You're the voice I hear inside my head
The reason that I'm singing
I need to find you (I need to find you)
I gotta find you (I gotta find you)
Your the missing piece I need
The song inside of me
I need to find you
I gotta find you
Yeaeaahhh
I gotta find you...
Perhaps. Yes. It was.
May walked back home, clutching a piece of paper with Ash's phone number and e-mail on it. She smiled widely as she opened up her laptop, and typed the very words at the back of her book.
On this very night, a robbery took place. My heart was robbed, and the robber never returned it to me. He left me his phone number, his e-mail, and a deep impression. Perhaps love is at first sight. It wouldn't be for anyone, and it wasn't for me at first. But on this very night, it was.
Hope you guys liked it.