U is for Unrecognisable-Contestshipping

I pulled the mask down over my eyes. I was ready. It was after the Grand Festival and the party theme was a masquerade ball. My dress was lovely. I'd gotten it that afternoon especially for this. I was wearing a long gown that was cut lower at the back and higher at the front at the bottom. The straps gracefully stretched across my shoulders. The bodice was covered in silver sequins while the skirt flowed past my hips in soft, silvery, silky layers. I wore slight silver high heels. My hair had been expertly curled by Solidad, framing my face. I had added a touch of mascara and some silver eye shadow. That was all. The rest was natural. I had pulled on a feathery, sparkly silver mask. I clipped a simple necklace around my neck, a ruby rose dangling on the chain. It had been left just outside my door when I opened it after I had heard a knock. Someone had been too shy to give it to me directly. Roses were my favourite. I smiled and looked at my companions for approval. Max grinned, Ash gave me a thumbs up and Brock nodded.

"Do you think I look good enough?" I asked.

"You look amazing May," Ash assured.

"You'll definitely catch the eye of a certain coordinator," Brock added. I blushed, thankful for the mask that hid most of it. They'd been insisting about the impending relationship between Drew and I. They all thought he had a crush on me, and they'd found out about mine.

"No way," I sighed, "It's a masked ball. He wouldn't recognise me."

"He doesn't have to," Ash shrugged.

"Yeah," agreed Max, "all you need to do is catch his attention." I sighed again. It was no use to try to explain that I didn't know even if I could. Drew was the winner and therefore got to take his pick of which girl he wanted to lead into the first dance. I was desperately hoping it would be me, but I wasn't anything special. Plain boring brown hair, plain blue eyes. My voice was a fairly common one. No way would I stand out to him. No way would he even recognise me.

"It's ok May," Max assured, "you look good, now come on or we'll be late." He pulled his mask down over his face. I told them that we should go in separately, so we wouldn't be recognised straight away. They nodded. I was going to be the last to go in. I gulped as my turn came. I shakily pushed the doors open. My eyes widened. There were so many people and I couldn't see anyone I knew. Suits and colourful dresses brushed passed me as I wondered through the people. Why had I decided splitting up would be a good idea?

"Ok Drew Hayden is here!" Lillian announced, "Now to start this off Drew, please pick your girl of choice." I peeked through the crowd. Girls whispered and giggled. His back was facing me, but I could tell he looked good already. He turned slowly, girls sighing as his gaze brushed passed them. He continued to scan the crowd, seemingly looking for someone specific. I needed to see him better. I slowly pushed my way through. I stood close to the front now. His piercing eyes locked with mine. The dark depths of his eyes captivated me so much I hardly realized he was walking towards me. My heart sped up. Was it the girl next to me? She looked really pretty, wearing a lovely midnight blue gown. Or was it the girl behind me who was wearing a deep green that matched his eyes. He stopped just in front of me.

"Would you like to dance?" He asked, holding out his hand. I looked behind me again as I heard the girl squeal.

"Yes I mean you," he growled, "girl in silver." I looked around. I was the only one wearing silver around. I carefully placed my hand in his and let him lead me onto the dance floor. He pulled me close, putting a hand on my waist as I put my other hand on his shoulder. The music softly swirled around the room and I felt all eyes on us. He started to sway to the music and I followed his lead as he gently twirled around the floor. As we brushed passed the crowd I heard the whispers of some girls. Ugly. Clumsy. Stupid. Thief. Just some of the words that came out to me.

"Let's get this started!" yelled Lillian, "grab a partner and join in."

"You're really quiet," he whispered.

"I don't have much to say," I replied, hoping that he didn't recognise me. He would be so disappointed when he found out. More bodies entered the dance floor.

"Mind if I cut in?" A low voice called, pulling one of my hands away.

"I do mind thank you very much," Drew growled, pulling his arms around me tighter, "You can't steal my dance partner, no matter how pretty you think she is." I blushed.

"Drew!" a female voice yelled, "leave her and dance with me."

"No."

"Drew!" He let me go and took my hand firmly in his and ran out.

"Wait!" I called, stumbling, "I'm going to trip." He led me out onto the balcony. He sighed in relief when no-one followed.

"Um…What was it like winning the Grand Festival?" I asked, not sure what I was supposed to say.

"Stop it," he growled.

"What?"

"Stop trying to force a conversation," he sighed, "just be natural."

"What?" I questioned, "What am I supposed to do? Sit here in silence?" He shook his head and took my face in his hands.

"What are you doing?" I asked. He chuckled. He pushed his lips onto mine.

"What was that for?" I yelled as I jerked away from him, "Do you always kiss random girls? Especially when you don't know who they are?" In truth, I wanted him to kiss me; I just wanted him to know what he was doing.

"I know exactly who I'm kissing," he smirked, "you really think you're that unrecognisable?"

"Well, seeing as I'm as plain as every other girl, yes. Yes I do think I blend in," I shouted. Just what was he getting at?

"I'm guessing no one's ever told you how beautiful you actually are," he sighed, "I know exactly who you are. Your features are very defining."

"Then who am I and how do you know?" I challenged.

"Your eyes sparkle like no one else's does, your hair is a beautiful rich brown with luxurious qualities most girls lack from straightening it. If that wasn't enough, your voice is bubbly in a girlish way, I'd recognise it anywhere. You aren't quite tall, but you're not short. You're the perfect height that I can rest my chin on your head without any trouble. You're slim, but not so skinny that you're uncomfortable to hug. You're personality gives you away too. The way you try not to show that you're not excited or nervous, but inside you're shaking. You love roses. I can tell by your necklace, oh and don't think I don't recognise that either. I bought it for you. And not to mention, you're the only girl I know who didn't throw themself at me. And I knew you'd be wearing silver with your hair curled, Solidad told me. I know exactly who you are May." My mouth dropped and my eyes widened. How had he noticed all these things?

"Besides," he continued, "you're the only girl who wouldn't swoon at the kiss I just gave you."

"W-w-why did you k-kiss me," I stuttered.

"Are you really that oblivious?" he questioned, a smirk on his face, "oh well, Ash told me you hadn't quite gotten it yet."

"I don't get it!" I cried out, "one minute you're complimenting me, the next you insult me. And you wonder why I can't figure you out."

"I was going to say I like you that way May, but you cut me off," he rolled his eyes.

"So what? Just tell me."

"Actions speak louder than words," he whispered. He peeled the mask away from my face and gently cupped my cheek in his palm. He leaned down again, making sure I knew what he was doing before he pressed his lips to mine again. I smiled. He loved me. He was just too embarrassed to actually say it.

"And by the way," he whispered, his face still close to mine, "They were right about our imminent relationship."