I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry! I seriously have writer's block... My interest in Pokemon and contestshipping died down a lot. I just don't think about it that often anymore, so I just don't get ideas as quickly as one would like.
But school just ended for me, so now I'll probably have more opportunities to write. I just graduated middle school as the valedictorian! I was so excited, and even though I get nervous when speaking in front of people, I loved giving my speech. It felt really good to let it all out. Now I'm going to Stuyvesant High School, so I'll be nervous, but I'm sure I'll be alright.
And when I see that someone reviewed my fic even though I didn't update it... it just makes me feel really good inside. Thank you everyone for supporting me so much. Hopefully, I will be able to continue this fic without too many problems. And, of course, suggestions or ideas are always welcomed by me :) Hope you enjoy this chapter, and I hope that I don't let you down!
A formally dressed woman was standing there, powdering her nose. Her held her handheld microphone tucked under her arm, completely unaware of a large gray object hovering over towards her head.
SMACK!
"Jack, you idiot! How many times do you have to hit me with that microphone? I'm going to-"
"Um, Ms. Rhonda? We're live..."
With a light gasp, the brunette woman immediately released her grip on her boom operator's shirt collar. She straightened up right away, smoothing out the wrinkles on her light yellow skirt, and flashed a smile at the camera.
"Ahem. Hello there! I'm Rhonda, from Sinnoh Now, reporting to you live from Sandgem Town!"
Her embarrassed, uncomfortable-looking smile slowly drifted away as her usual energetic personality returned. Her smile became more natural, and she winked at the camera.
"Now, besides the lovely fun-in-the-sun opportunities this quaint little town gives us, Sandgem also houses the famous Professor Rowen's research laboratory!
The lively reporter stopped in front of the laboratory door ans smoothed out her hair. The professional tone of voice shifted to one of an excited fan-girl as she swooned dreamily. As though no one was around her, she sighed, placing a hands on her blushing cheeks.
"And who would be better to give a tour of the lab other than- OW!" The faraway, dreamy look in Rhonda's eyes disappeared in an instant, quickly replaced by what seemed to be the red glowing eyes of a monster.
"JACK! Would you stop it with the damn microphone! I swear, I am going to have you fired if you make me look bad, especially in front of-"
The sound of a polite male voice of a teenager interrupted the middle aged woman's rant.
"Excuse me, are you the reporter from Sinnoh Now?"
Rhonda froze, her hands releasing one of her crewmen one again, and slowly turned around. Her eyes were greeted by an attractive face, one that was known world-wide in the world of Pokemon. The teen flashed a handsome smile as he offered his hand to the woman to shake. She stuttered violently over the simple word "Yes", causing her to decide to settle for just a simple nod.
"Hello, it's nice to meet you. I'm the one who will be giving you a tour of Professor Rowan's laboratory today. My name is Brendan Birch."
At the click of the attached mouse, the bright computer screen suddenly froze. Dull emerald eyes burned into the image of the ruby eyed celebrity on the paused video clip. A irritated growl slipped out of his mouth as Drew snatched a used pencil off the desk and scribbled furiously onto a scrap of paper.
-popular with women
-connections to Sinnoh laboratory
The male coordinator grumbled and the look of annoyance became apparent on his face as he scanned over the list he had been developing over the past hour.
Brendan Birch
-grew up in Littleroot Town
-dad is Professor Birch
-aspiring professor
-defeated the elite four/became champion
-connections to Johto laboratory
-participated in contests as a past time and was semi-successful
-interviewed MANY times
-connections to Kanto laboratory
-favorite colors: red, white, black, green, orange
-age: 18
-popular with women
-connections to Sinnoh laboratory
All was quiet for a moment, as Drew silently read off each and every positive attribute he has found about this "Brendan" that May was referring to. Not that he was trying to. He wasn't aiming to find out how amazing and wonderful Brendan was. The green haired teen had only wanted to know who the mystery man was. He didn't want to hear that he was a great trainer. And a pretty good coordinator, despite the fact that he took it on only as a hobby. He didn't want to know that all the regions respected him as a Pokemon professor. He didn't want to learn that this Brendan had the same amount, if not more, fangirls that he, Drew Hayden- THE Drew Hayden- had as well.
He didn't want to hear that Brendan Birch is great. He didn't want to hear that Brendan Birch was most likely better than he was. He didn't want to be jealous of Brendan Birch.
But, he was.
Because, when May woke up, the name that first came to her mind wasn't Drew. It was Brendan.
And it seriously pissed him off.
"Brendan?" she called out again. "Brendan?"
She wasn't looking at me, but I could tell. I could tell by her unfocused eyes- the way they looked so joyous and relieved. The way her hand gripped mine tightly as she spoke. The tone of voice she used while she thought she was speaking to him.
He was important to her.
I was just praying that what I had deducted wasn't an understatement when May sat up from the sofa. She finally turned towards me, smiling more than I've seen her smile all day.
She looked beautiful.
But her smile faded all too quickly. The realization that I in fact was not her "Brendan" sunk in. The petite brunette yanked her hand away from mine and cradled it close to her chest, as though comforting it from enduring something awful. Her eyes were wide and her breathing quickened. May's body trembled ever so slightly as she stared at me bewilderingly. Sapphire orbs wandered up and down my body, but rather than in the usual lustful look girls give me, my rival was absolutely terrified.
"Why..." she began nervously. "Why were you holding my hand?"
Then, as if the situation had just dawned on her she suddenly started to speak louder and faster. She began to question every detail, as though she was thoroughly confused. "Why were you so close to me? Why were you looking at me like that? Why are you still looking at me like that? Why are you here in this room with me? Why? Why?"
May. May was terrified... of me.
She sunk deeper and deeper into the sofa cushions as I continued to stare at her. My eyebrows were furrowed, and my expression was a mix between fury and confusion. Was it because of the Wallace Cup thing? Did she not want to talk to me because I walked away from her without hearing her explanation? Did she think that I was just an inconsiderate asshole? Or was it because of Dawn? Did she think that, while I was avoiding her, I was hitting and flirting with one of her best friends? Does she feel betrayed? Does she not want me in her life anymore?
I couldn't help but continue to stare at her, confused through and through. "May..."
At the sound of me calling her name, May flinched. She actually flinched. She crept further into the sofa and covered her ears, shaking in fear. I cut off the remainder of my sentence, feeling my heart drop. Yet, I still couldn't stop gazing into her eyes... Her beautiful, horror struck eyes...
Because, based on her actions, it may be my last opportunity to do so.
I inwardly sighed, and was about to begrudgingly break eye contact with her when I heard her speak.
May looked at me. She finally shifted her wide eyed gaze from a spot on her lap and her sapphire eyes met mine. For a while, she just looked at me, so I stared back.
Then I saw her pink lips part and heard her soft, quiet voice.
And what she said just absolutely broke my heart.
"W-Who are you?"
Amnesia.
That's what they said she had gotten, Joy and Jenny. The storm's high winds had blown and battered her around pretty bad. Before Paul was able to catch and save her, (Paul. He couldn't believe it. PAUL was the one to save May... It was like a huge punch in the gut for Drew) she lost her grip on a tree and was pushed into the Pokemon Center wall... or a huge rock... or something like that. After the word "amnesia", Drew tuned everything that they were saying out.
Amnesia... That meant that she wouldn't be able to remember him...
"Cruel," muttered the green haired coordinator with his head buried into his hands. The light from the computer screen glowed, reflecting off of his hair. The otherwise dark room was completely silent. The only movement in the room was Drew's hands absently grabbing and running his hands through his hair.
"That girl is just too, too cruel..." Drew let out a bitter laugh, which resonated in the dark, quiet room. He flicked his messy bangs out of his eyes. The bright screen light made the pools of tears in the broken teen's eyes glitter.
'Don't worry,' is what they said.
'May won't be affected that badly.'
'She can still remember all of her long-term memories- her name, family, childhood. She's honestly okay.'
'She's only forgotten the memories from the past few years. That's all. She'll be fine.'
"Bullshit," snapped the tearing coordinator with a harsh whisper.
"Bullshit. 'She forgot the memories from the past few years'?" The pools got larger and were now threatening to spill over. "Those are the memories that are most important. Those are the memories with me in them!
And now... she's forgotten it all..." Drew threw his head back and sighed exasperatedly. The tears finally began to roll down the sides of his face, one after another. His shoulders started to shake. His breathing grew uneven. Using his hands, Drew covered his eyes, limiting his large wet tears to small streams of whatever could leak out between his fingers.
"And you've got really crappy timing too, May," he muttered, still not removing his hands from his face.
"I came back to tell you that I love you."
I'm really sorry that I haven't been updating... I feel like I am letting all of you down ._. I'm sorry. I'm actually writing the next chapter right now, so hopefully the momentum won't stop. I just wanted to get this up first for anyone still reading this. I'm really sorry :( Love you all
Megan