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Brendan pulled the chair out for May as she sat. He sat across from her on the balcony of a high class restaurant. A little too fancy for her taste, but the sky was perfect a night. The stars were shining bright and the full moon was a spotlight.

After they ordered, Brendan took a sip of his wine and smiled at her charmingly, making May slight woo.

"Would it be weird if I said, I missed you?" Brendan asked, with a slight chuckle.

May blushed profoundly, "No. Actually I didn't know that you would." She admitted softly.

"Of course I'd miss you. Arceus, you don't know how many times I'd flash back to prom." He said, while chuckling again. "It was the best night of my life." He whispered to her softly.

"Really?" She smiled at him. "Well, it was a good night for me too. And I really would like to thank you for that."

"And I'd like to thank you for sharing that night with me. Thank you for agreeing to be my date. It made my last night unforgettable." He spoke gently, while taking her hand and caressed it with his thumb.

She felt sudden chills down her spine as he held her hand. "Why—why would I say no to you? I did have a crush on you, for the longest time." She admitted shyly, turning redder.

He grinned, raising an eyebrow at her, surprised, "You had a crush on me?" He asked in disbelief.

She laughed a bit, "Didn't you know?"

"No." He said in a clueless tone.

She smiled sheepishly at him, "Well, why else would I be so nice and flirty with you all the time?" She confessed again.

He looked at her incredulously, "You were flirting?" He coughed a bit embarrassed, "I thought you were just that friendly. I mean, I heard from the reunion that you were voted most friendly in the yearbook."

She giggled at his expression, unsure of what to think at the moment. "Then why'd you kiss me at the end of prom?" She asked, slightly curious of his answer.

He bit his lips, reluctant if he should tell her. "Because I really liked you, ever since the first time we met, I liked you. I was planning to ask you out, finally, but then we had to move and I thought, prom could be our date night and I wanted to end it with a kiss. I didn't want to leave dreaming or thinking of what our first kiss could have felt like." He confessed, slightly blushing.

May blushed even more, if possible. She couldn't help but feel the romantic vibe, she was getting from him. She squinted her eyes a bit, and leaned forward towards him, "And how did the kiss feel?" She asked, melodiously.

He shook his head with a smirk on his face, and leaned in closer to whisper, "It was the kiss I compare all my other kisses too. Our kiss that night was unforgettable—perfect."

May bit her lip, nervously, trying to hide all the butterflies she felt in her tummy and batted her lashes at him, "Look at that, my flirting did work."

Brendan walked her up to her apartment. Her arm was hooked into his as they strolled.

"Thank you, for the amazing night, Brendan." She grinned, happily.

"Was it as good as prom?" He asked, grinning down at her.

She bit her lip, "Maybe…" She dragged on, innocently.

Brendan's eyes held a glint to them, as he spoke smoothly, "Would you mind if we ended this night the same way we ended prom?" He bit his lips, stuffing his hands into his pockets, slightly bashful of his decision.

May liked how shy he was acting and how he gave respect to her by asking if it was okay to kiss her. It was really cute, and attractive. She pretended to think, "Hmm, well it would make this night better."

He smirked, "Is that a yes?"

She laughed, "Why don't you find out?" She like this on going play they do.

Carefully, Brendan cupped her cheek. The other hand brushed hair out of her face.

"You're so beautiful." He whispered lowly, slowly closing the gap between them as May closed her eyes, in bliss. He kissed her softly, taking in the moment. He wrapped an arm around her waist as a hand got tangled in her hair. She wrapped both of her arms around his neck, standing on her tippy-toes to meet his height even though, he was way taller than her. It was a perfect moment.

May sat crossed legged at the restaurant, sipping her wine. She was waiting for Drew patiently for their dinner. She was glad to have this dinner with him. She wanted to settle things between them and, well, she misses her best friend. She wants to hang out with him again. Plus, she really wanted to get the guilt off of her chest.

Drew came through the front door, seeing her immediately. He walked over with a smirk.

"Sorry, were you here long?" He asked, hoping he didn't make her wait long.

She smiled softly at him, "No, not at all." She assured.

He sat at the seat across from her. "I knew I should have just picked you up." He grunted, slightly annoyed that he was late.

She giggled, 'Same old Drew.' She spoke her in her thoughts. "Really it's fine." She spoke, looking at him in amusement.

Drew narrowed his eyes at her, "What?" He asked her, questioning her stare at him.

"You haven't changed a bit, haven't you? You're still that dorky gentleman, aren't you?" She asked with a huge smile.

He grinned cockily, shrugging shoulders, "Way to judge me, April."

She rolled her eyes at the nicknames, even though she can't stand them, she couldn't help but miss them at the same time.

After they took their order, May thought it was time to settle her guilt.

"I'm really glad we're doing this." She said softly.

He smiled softly at her, and leaned in closer, "Yeah?"

She blushed a bit at proximity and leaned back, taking a deep breath. "Listen, prom…" She tried to say.

"Are you asking me to be your date to prom?" He smirked at her, teasing her slightly.

"No." She stuck her tongue out at him, she then smiled sadly, "I still feel guilty about everything."

Drew's smirk fell from his face, and he frowned. "I don't understand…" He admitted, shaking his head.

"Drew—I feel guilty partly making your last night—back then—miserable." She stared at him to try to see his reaction. But he looked confused. "After you left, that night, I kept thinking how I could have made your last night memorable by spending it with you. Instead, I went to prom with my crush, having the time of my life with him, leaving you dateless. We could have spent that night together. I never felt so selfish, in my life. And, well, up to this day, all I feel is guilt from that night." She spoke softly, trying not to cry at the moment.

"May…" He took her hand for assurance. "I let you go with Brendan, so it isn't your fault. You don't have to feel guilty." He squeezed her hand lightly.

"Yeah, but—I mean, if I didn't say yes to him in the first place, I wouldn't have come to you and you wouldn't have given me your damn blessing." She spoke, ashamed of herself.

"June, it was ten years ago. Let it go. I turned out fine." He chuckled, "And didn't Brendan leave too?"

"Yeah, but he's not as special as you." She spoke, staring at him. Drew smiled at this comment. "I still feel guilty. You know me, I let guilt ear me up alive." She huffed.

Drew stared at her in awe. 'She is something…then again she always has been', he thought to himself. "I forgive you. Please stop feeling guilty." He stood from his seat and leaned towards her and kissed her forehead.

She blushed at the contact, and smiled softly. "Thank you."

"So," May asked, with a mouthful of her lasagna. "I never asked, what do you do now?"

Drew grinned at her terrible manners, "I actually own a music shop and I also teach music." He reported quite proudly.

"Wow, that's impressive." She commented.

"You?" He asked her.

"I'm the layout editor for Hoenn Magazine."

He shook his head, chuckling at her. "Of course you are. Miss-school-newspaper-editor-in-chief."

She made a smug face at him.

"How's Gary?" He asked, chewing on his fish. "Last I heard, he and Leaf got hitched."

"They're getting a divorce." She said, a bit bitterly.

"What? Why? What happened?" He questioned in a surprised tone.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Beats me. They were really crazy about each other at one point, but I don't know what happened after that, they both don't really talk about it to me." She paused slightly, before continuing. "But how about you? Any girl in your life at the moment?"

He wanted to say, 'you', but he just got her back in his life again, and he was afraid to screw things up so he opted for, "No. What about yourself?" He asked the last part, slightly hesitantly, like he was afraid of the answer.

She smiled, thinking about the kiss with Brendan the other night. "I'm honestly not sure." She admitted.

Drew raised an eyebrow at her, chuckling slightly, "Okay. I'll pretend to understand that."

After the date, Drew got to thinking as he got home. When he moved, he swore that he will use his time there to forget about May. He thought he was over her. But after tonight, he realized… he wasn't. He still loved her. And now, now that she's not seeing anyone—at least she doesn't think she is—he has a chance. There was no "Brendan Birch" to ruin his chances, maybe now, in the end, May could be his?

A/N: Enjoy! Let me know your thoughts by leaving a review, and tell me what you think will happen next chapter! If you haven't already check out my other Pokémon stories too :)