Disclaimer: I don't own Pokemon or Simple Plan, or even a car for that matter. Stop making me feel bad. Authors Note: Well, this is the first chapter I have an authors note, and with it I would like to thank you in advance all those who review my humble fic. Of the many band fics out there, I hope this near the top of the list. Enjoy chapter 3, the best so far!

Chapter 3

"Attention all passengers, we have arrived in Vermillion City. Please collect your luggage from your cabin and prepare to depart. Thank you for riding Seaking Cruiselines."

Misty put down her fork and pushed her plate away.

"Well, May, it looks like that's our cue. Lets go get our stuff. Then we can head to Cerulean," the red head said as she was getting up. "I told Ash I'd call when we got there."

May pushed in her chair and she started to walk with Misty

"Actually Misty," May responded, "I was thinking of staying here in Vermillion. I said I'd meet a friend at the Pokemon Center here."

"Really? You mean you finally hooked up with someone?" Misty turned to ask.

"Not really," May returned, "he's just a friend. I met him last night."

"Hmmm…well, okay then, be careful." Misty said as they reached their cabin. "I'll be in Cerulean if you need me. Don't forget to call!" She turned and shut the door as she left.

"Bye!" May watched her friend go. Now what to do. It was still rather early to go to the Pokemon Center. "Maybe I'll go shopping…" she said to herself.

Later, in Vermillion's downtown, May entered a clothing boutique. As she was wandering the isles, she noticed a particularly nice skirt. As she headed to the dressing room to try it on, the wooden door opened to reveal a girl with blue pigtails and had a Jigglypuff perched on her shoulder. She was just putting away her pokegear, and wasn't looking where she was going. As May headed towards the door, still absorbed in the skirt, they bumped into each other.

"Oh I'm sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going." May said.

"That's okay, it was my fault. Jigglypuff, why didn't you warn me?"

"Jiggly!" the pink blob said happily.

" Arrgh! Oh, well, she's hopeless. Anyway, my name's Marina. What's yours?" the girl said.

"I'm May. Nice to meet you. You Jigglypuff is really cute." May said as she patted it's head.

"Thanks, but my boyfriend thinks it is the most annoying thing on Earth. I do too, sometimes, heh heh… Hey, I like your clothes. Are you from Hoenn?" Marina questioned.

"Yeah, how did you know? Have you been there? Not many people outside of Hoenn know Hoenn pride when they see it." May said, surprised.

"Oh, my friend is from Hoenn, he wears something similar. Anyway, I got to be going, I'm late for rehearsal. See ya!" Marina called over her shoulder.

"Late… Oh yeah, Brendan! I almost forgot!" May cried as she dropped the skirt and took of towards the Pokemon Center.

"1, 2, 3 and-" Brendan was cut off as he started a note on his guitar.

"I'm here! Sorry I'm late!" May pounded down the steps to the basement of the Pokemon Center.

Brendan winced as he was caught in the middle of a stroke, and the guitar made a horrible noise.

" Sorry Brendan, I meet this girl Marina and- oh…" May took in the surrounding, noticing Marina sitting on a couch, lip-locked with some guy she didn't recognize. "I didn't know she was talking about coming here." May said, more to herself than Brendan.

"How do you know Marina?" Brendan asked, puzzled. Now more in control of himself, Brendan had been able to put his first-sight attraction to May in the back of his mind. He had decided that he was jumping to conclusions, and he barley knew her. So he resigned to treat her as just a friend for now.

"Anyway May, we never set a time, so how could you be late?" Brendan grinned.

"Oh, yeah, heh heh, sorry." May blushed as she finished walking down the steps. "We meet at a clothing store, and that's why I got sidetracked."

Brendan noticed she was still looking across the room. "Who's that with Marina?" May inquired.

"What? Oh, that's Kenta, he's in our ban- Will you two get a room already?" Brendan yelled at the couple.

"Shut up B-man, you know you're just jealous." Kenta managed to unwrap himself from Marina and stood up. He had raven black hair, with most of it hidden by a cap. May noticed he had that Johto look that she had seen in one of her magazines.

"Hi May, I'm Kenta." Kenta walked over to introduce himself. "Brendan talked about you all night long when he got back.

"I did not!" Brendan said, turning red. "All I said was that we had a visitor coming tomorrow!"

"Sure…" Kenta smirked. Anyway-"

"So dude, are we gonna rock or what?" A voice from behind the drum set made it's self heard.

May turned to find a red-haired teen rising from behind the drums. He was modest in look, and had a sort of quietness about him.

"Yeah Silver, one sec." Brendan said over his shoulder. "Come on Kenta, we got to practice for the tour."

The three guys walked over to their instruments, and Silver sat down behind the drums. Brendan and Kenta slung their guitars over their shoulders and set the mikes. May joined Marina on the couch to watch.

"Okay then, May, our band is going on a tour in the Sevii islands starting tomorrow, so we gotta practice. You can stay and watch if you like." Brendan said from the platform.

"Wait, before you start playing, what's the band's name?" May asked.

"We're called Tinted Glass." Silver said sharply. "Can we play now?" Silver looked at Brendan.

"Yeah, just let me fix this mike." Brendan said as he fiddled with the stubborn piece of equipment.

As he was doing this, May leaned towards Marina and asked, "What's up with Silver? How come he's so grumpy?"

"Oh, he had a rough childhood. The only thing that cheers him up is his music and Blue." Marina whispered back.

"Who's Blue?" May asked, curious. But the answer was cut short by a furious guitar solo from Brendan. She soon forgot the whole conversation as she listened to the band play.

(Promise-Simple Plan)

Break down
I can't take this
I need somewhere to go
I need you
I'm so restless
I don't know what to do

Cause we've had our rough times
With fighting all night
And now you're just slipping away

So give me this chance
To make the wrongs right, to say:
Don't, don't, don't walk away

I promise
I won't let you down, you down
If you take my hand tonight
I promise
We'll be just fine, this time
If you take my hand tonight

If you take my hand tonight

Without you I go through the motions
Without you it's just not quite the same
Without you I don't want to go out
I just wanted to say

That I'm sick of these fights
I'll let you be right
If it stops you from running away

So give me this chance
To make the wrongs right, to say
Don't, don't, don't walk away

I promise
I won't let you down, you down
If you take my hand tonight
I promise
We'll be just fine, this time
If you take my hand tonight

Take my hand, take my hand
(I promise)
Take my hand
(I promise)
Take my hand
GO!

I promise,
I won't let u down, you down
If you take my hand tonight
I promise
We'll be just fine, this time
If you take my hand tonight
If you take my hand tonight
I won't let you down
So Take my hand tonight

May sat in silence, awed by the skill of the musicians. They were sweating and panting for breath after the energizing song.

"Oh my god, that was awesome!" May squealed. "Play something else!"

"But we have to-" Brendan started.

"Oh shut up, we can play." Kenta cut in. "We don't leave until tomorrow."

"Yeah, and I want May to stay, you guys need some more feminine influence around here!" Marina added.

"But-" Brendan struggled, torn between his attraction to May and his strict sense of order and practice. "Oh, fine, she can stay." He relented, blowing a strand of white hair out of his eyes.

"Sweet!" May cried. "Now I can get to know Brendan better!" she thought to herself.

So May stayed the rest of the morning to watch Tinted Glass practice. As she watched them play, she noticed Brendan start to loosen up. "He seems a lot less distracted than last night." May thought.

Later, as they were putting away their instruments, Kenta asked: "So, May, you want to come on tour with us? We could use a new band manager. B-man here is a little uptight."

Brendan whirled on Kenta, all pretense of a relaxed teen gone. "I am not uptight! You-"

"Nice of you guys to ask my opinion." Silver said as he walked up the stairs.

The argument stopped in mid-swing as all heads turned to him as he disappeared, shutting the door behind him.

"What's with-" May asked, puzzled at the boy's reaction.

"Oh, don't worry about him, he's just nervous about tomorrow." Brendan shrugged as he followed the rest of the band upstairs.

As May trudged upstairs, she wondered, "What's happening tomorrow?"