Yay! Reviews! They just make my day!
To litod3vil: You weren't my only reviewer, but…I guess I just get overly happy with reviews so it just sounded like it! I usually do another chapter when I get a review, and even if I didn't I'd keep going…I'm starting to babble, it's very strange…haha. Okay, I'll stop, it's just so fun replying to reviews!
To Sapphire Milotic: Wow, I have a fan! Haha, just kidding. Thanks for the review! Personally, I don't think I'm that great, but your review does make me feel special! I wrote a story on Naruto, and I think that was much better than this…but I lost it. See, I write all my stories in notebooks, and when we were renovating my house…it just kinda went somewhere…Well, the point is, you just made me get into a great mood!
More Info on the Story: The idea of Team Rocket getting hypnotized by an eye appointment was actually taken from The Miserable Mill by Lemony Snicket.
Anyhow, here's the next installment of Uncoordinated!
Chapter: Before, during and after the Contest
Right after breakfast, after 20 minutes, May and Drew reached the town of the next Pokemon Contest.
May was jogging ahead of Drew eager to show off her Torchic's new move. She had it all planned out- Torchic for the preliminaries, Skitty for the battle. She just couldn't wait.
Drew, on the other hand, was just as excited, possibly even more so. If he wins this one, it's on to the Grand Festival, and he doesn't have to baby-sit May anymore. He was definitely going to be the ultimate coordinator.
Halfway to registering, Drew separated, saying he had something else to do. He also told May that this would be a good time to use pokeblock. Before leaving, he said to register without him.
"Weird…Well, let's see about getting pokeblock…"says May, to no one in particular.
She heads off to a suspicious looking stand that had pictures of watermelon all over it.
--Division Blob! Hope you're not sick of seeing them!—
"Who are you going to be dis time, Jessie?" asked Meowth.
"Whatever do you mean?" asks Jesse absentmindedly, staring at a nearby restaurant.
"You know, for the contest." replies Meowth.
"Oh, that. I'll be Jess. I have the disguise all planned out this time!" says Jessie, snapping out of her trance-like thoughts.
"I can't believe that the weird Team Magma Boss actually pays us to see an eye doctor!" says James, changing the subject.
"Yes, it is strange. The weirdest thing is that I can't remember anything that happens in there."
"You got dat right." states Meowth.
---Another division blob, same chapter---
"Introducing new watermelon pokeblock!" states a lady with a bright smile to May.
"What does it do?" asks May curiously.
"Well, it keeps the pokemon happy without the fear of getting stage fright, all with the flavor of watermelon."
"Weird…I've never heard of it…"
"Here, you buy one and I'll give you this for free." Says the lady, handing May a particularly large piece and an average sized one.
May pays up and turns around, examining the pokeblock. Getting her opportunity, the lady hurriedly packs her things and rushes away from the stand. May turns around to ask the lady one more thing, but she and her stand were gone.
"Weird." Mutters May for one last time.
Meanwhile, Drew had given his Roselia some homemade pokeblock that he made in a pokecenter before meeting up with May; that doesn't make it homemade does it?
Roselia loved it. Then he registered, and did some last minute rehearsing away from crowds and passersby.
---yet another division blob!—
"This is watermelon poke-block. Eat up!" says May, grinning.
Torchic bites into it experimentally. Then it swallows slowly and gags. Frantically, it grabs a nearby stick with its beak and draws some symbols.
"Are you serious?" shouts May, angrily. "It tastes like pineapple?"
The lady who sold it to them was still on the run, but nearby, and heard that. "Oh dear." She said frantically.
---division blob, get used to it!---
"This is a conspiracy! It's the end of the world! Watermelon isn't pineapple, the two don't even go together!" complains May after tracking Drew down.
"Shouldn't you register now?" says Drew calmly.
"But-but the pineapple! And the watermelon!" babbled May.
"And the contest! And the ribbons!" countered Drew.
"…Good point…" mutters May, and rushes off to the contest place, but accidently drops one piece of the 'watermelon' pokeblock.
Drew gives it to Roselia, who frantically tells Drew that it doesn indeed taste like pineapple.
---getting tired of division blobs? There's more where this came from!---
It was the beginning of the contest, and an eager announcer excitedly jumped on the stage.
"Ladies, gentlemen, and pokemon! We're fast-moving to the Grand Festival, which, as I am sure all of you know, has a requirement of five ribbons to enter! This is the first of the three remaining contests, and will be airing on TV throughout the Hoenn region. Let the contest begin, and good luck to all the contestants!"
Jesse was the fourth to go.
"And now, we have Jess!"
'Jess' was wearing a simple dress and carrying a parasol, and her hair was down and straightened. She let out a chimemeko, which she borrowed from James. This time she didn't cheat.
'Jess' didn't make it though, because at first, the chimemeko listened to her, but then it spotted James in the crowd and repeatedly tried to get off the stage. It tripped once, and then James jumped up, saying that his precious pokemon got hurt. That got everyone staring at him for a few seconds, and a rare and rabid fan of Ash immediately recognized him.
With a surprised shout of "Team Rocket!" , the Ash fan prompted them to say their motto, which was the fan's pikachu's cue to blast them off.
May was next to go.
"Hopefully her pokemon will actually listen to her." Whispered one of the judges.
May heard, and started to sweat nervously.
May did her routine, but this time she had a bottle of water with her. She trew some of the water up, and Torchic immediately surrounded it with a flamethrower and then shot up an ember to evaporate it. The steam soothed it like before, but this routine was slightly different. Right after the steam, Torchic did one more flamethrower, and spelled out May's name with the stream of fire.
One look at May's surprised face, and the whole crowd was making impressed and "aww" noises.
Back at the waiting room, May said confidently to Drew, "Beat that!"
And he replied, just as confidently, "I will."
By the end of his performance, the crowd looked doubly impressed, if possible, than May's.
"Now for the finals!" breathed the announcer. "The last round is between May and Drew!"
"Drew?" May was shocked.
"Hmph." Was all Drew had to say.
If this were the show, there'd be a commercial break here.
There was a loud cheer for Drew, and an equally loud boo for May.
May started to get mad. Really mad.
"You're going down, Drew." Snarled May.
Drew didn't reply, but he did look smug.
(author's note: I'm going to make up more attacks for Roselia)
And the Battle began!
May: Go Skitty!
Drew: Roselia, go!
May: Skitty, quick attack!
Drew: Roselia, use vine whip!
The 'Vine whip' stopped the quick attack, and sent skitty flying backwards.
May gasped. "Skitty, are you okay? Can you get up?"
Skitty struggled up, but then looked as good as new.
Drew: Petal Dance!
Skitty fell back down.
May: NO! Skitty! Assist!
Skitty used flamethrower.
Drew: Roselia, try to dodge it!
Roselia couldn't dodge it, and got burned to a crisp.
Drew: Try Morning Sun!
May: Don't let it do it! Skitty, finish 'em off with blizzard!
Roselia was frozen rather quickly, and that concluded the battle.
---The last division blob of the chapter---
Outside the contest area:
"Hmph." Said Drew. "Congratulations May"
He handed her a rose. "Missed these?"
"You bet! Ash's Corphish ate the others! Who knew Corphish liked roses?" said May brightly. "And that was a great battle. You were great."
"Of course I was. I've got to get going. See ya." Said Drew, walking away, and lifting a hand up as a good bye.
It took a few moments for May to remember she was traveling with Drew.
"Hey, wait up Drew!" she yelled.
Since Drew didn't want to go deaf with her yelling, he turned around.
"I can't believe you were going to leave me there!" May paused. "Actually, I can…"
"I'm still in shock." Replied Drew in a trance-like state. "I can't believe an amateur beat me…"
May wasn't listening. Unbeknowest to Drew, May crept close to his ear, then shouted "Boo!" really loudly.
Drew jumped. He clutched his ear. "My ear…May, my ear…
"Are you felling better now?" asked May.
Drew clenched his fist. "Do I look better?"
May looked scared. "N-no…"
Drew sighed. "I'm not shocked anymore, just angry."
"At whom?" asked May innocently.
"Take a guess."
"Contest judges?"
"No."
"Blizzards?"
"No."
"The sun?"
"No."
"The stain on your shirt?"
"Forget it."
May was acting like a little kid, and both of them knew it. May enjoyed annoying Drew all of a sudden, and ever since she started traveling with him. Sure, Drew was always good at getting her angry and putter her down with insults, but now May was learning to push Drew's buttons, too. And it was fun reliving her childhood, in a way.
Then they walked in silence for a while.
"May…" started Drew.
"Yes?" asked May.
"Do I really have a stain on my shirt?"
"Yes, on the back."
Drew took off his over-shirt-coat thing. author's note: I think it's a button-up shirt, but whatever…I haven't seen Drew in the show in like forever!
"Wow, I've never seen you with that off before." Said May dreamily.
Drew rolled his eyes, then looked over the shirt, and found a barely noticeably stain. It was barely noticeable because it was so small. It was a mustard stain, by the looks of it, and Drew wondered how it got there.
"I think you'd look good in black. Green, too. You should wear all green and see what happens…" murmered May, still in a dream-like state.
Drew hastily put back on the over shirt. "Earth to May…" he said uncertainly.
"You'd be like a leprechaun…Only cuter…and with rounder ears…" continued May, her eyes glazed now.
"Marshmallows…" she said.
"May! I would not look like a leprechaun if I were wearing all green! And why should I wear all green?"
"You're right…what was I thinking?...Green and black…Instead of that purple over-shirt, it should be green…That'd be awesome. I'll miss the marshmallows…"
Drew threw some water on her.
"Oh, sorry Drew." Said May apologetically. "But you didn't have to throw water all over me! I hope my Drew list didn't get met…" she muttered, rummaging in one of her pockets. author's notes: I don't even think she has pockets, but when have I ever made sense?
"Drew list?" asked Drew suspiciously.
"Uh…yeah! It's full of…things I've already drawn!"
"Really? May I see it?" asked Drew.
"Uh…no! It's kind of private!"
"I get the feeling it's got something to do with me."
"Whatever gave you that idea?" asked May, now frantically waving the damp paper over her head.
Drew grabbed her hand. May blushed faintly, and Drew took the paper. The more he opened the folded paper, the darker her blush became. Drew noticed this, and prolonged opening it considerably.
He scanned through it quickly, and his face paled, a sweat drop going down his head.
"It's not what you think it is!...Uh…what do you think it is…?" asks May worriedly.
"I think…that you're doing things to my fans…" says Drew slowly.
"Well, you have too many of them!" argues May.
"You're only targeting the girls!" says Drew angrily. "How would you feel if I got rid of your fans?" Then Drew quickly composed himself. "Too bad you don't have any."
"Why you…Okay, so I've been pulling pranks on your fan girls, so what? They're competition! I mean…Darn, that didn't come out right!" says May, snatching the list back and accidentally ripping it in two.
"Competition?" asks Drew, grinning. "In what?"
"Well…Uh…" May fidgets.
"No, actually, I don't want to know…"
May sighs in relief.
"But you don't have to try to get rid of my fans! It won't work, anyway. My fans will never leave me! I know I'm more popular than you, and scaring fans away is…wrong. If you had any, I'd definitely do it to you for the fun of it, but…" Drew trails off.
"I do have fans!" argues May, huffing and puffing. "And I'll prove it to you!"
"When?" asks Drew, still grinning.
"Next town! And…sorry about your fans."
"Apology accepted. You haven't even touched the surface of how many fans I have. There are millions out there." Drew waves his hand like it was nothing. "Why's it called the 'Drew List'?"
"Your fans, your list!" says May simply.
"What logic you have…" sighs Drew.
