Drew Versus Cookies

Part Two: The Quest Begins

------Joan and Drew-----

"Drew, stop pulling my leg," a girl with Drew's hairstyle (down to the color) said. Flipping one of her two braids (the only things that set her apart) over her shoulder, she laughed, "I highly doubt that your rival is being controlled by your other rival with cookies. You said it was an emergency. Why would you drag me all the way here because of a hoax?"

"Joan, I told you," said Drew in an exasperated manner. "May was tricked into being a taste tester for some cookies and now she'll do anything for them! I can't stand it, May's following him around as if she were a Pokémon and he was her master! I really wish that was me…"

"Yeah right," Joan refuted. "And I suppose this person is a famous baker?"

"I don't know if he's famous," stated Drew angrily. "He's Harley from Slateport City and he's a Pokémon Coordinator!"

Joan gasped.

"What did I say?" asked Drew.

"You must be kidding me now!" exclaimed Joan. "Harley of Slateport is the only possible contender to ever turn down the chance of competing for the Ultimate Blue Ribbon! He's a baking legend! If this really is him, I need to get some tips!"

"If you don't believe me, see for yourself!" Drew rebutted, guiding Joan to the translucent door of the Pokémon center they were in.

A strange scene played out before them. Harley was walking past, looking exhausted. May was bouncing around him, asking repeatedly what she could do to gain more cookies. Solidad, sitting on a bench somewhere really far off in the background was sighing and staring dreamily at Harley. She could tell it was him because, really, how many slow moving, purple and green "blobs" with an extraordinarily hyper, smaller red "blob" bouncing all around them could you find?

Joan turned to Drew and said, "I believe you."

Drew said, "Good, because now I need your help getting that recipe from Harley."

"Oh darn it," stated Joan. "Well, at least I can get some tips in the process."

"Well, let's get cooking then," said Drew.

Joan whipped out a cooking set from her bottomless black fanny pack.

"I didn't mean it literally, Joan," groaned Drew.

"I know that," stated Joan with a matter-of-fact voice, flicking her hair. She pointed out, "We haven't had breakfast yet. We cannot think without breakfast. The experts say it's the most important meal of the day."

"Oh," said Drew, now becalmed.

They both got cracking: Drew with papers and technological plans and Joan with eggs in a pan.

---------Harley and May--------

Harley was exhausted. It was the fourth night in a row he couldn't sleep a wink. As he dragged himself off his bed in the Pokémon center room at seven o'clock sharp, he suddenly found himself mobbed by an overwhelming red-colored, fuzzy, hyperactive, blob of a person: AKA May.

"IsThereAnythingICanDoForYou??? Coffee? Sugar? Cream? Tea?" May burbled.

"One coffee, two creams, ½ a cup of sugar…" Harley burbled. In the time it had taken him to say this, May had already shoved the coffee into his hands. Although he had not meant it, May had put in the half cup of sugar. Not caring about the fact the coffee had become a thick paste, he devoured it. He dragged himself out of the center , not caring about anything.

May, on the other hand, thought obsessively about the cookies.

---------Solidad--------

Solidad stared dreamily at Harley. Was it just her, of did he seem a little… off these past few days? She shook off the feeling. It was probably just her imagination.

She returned to staring at him dreamily.

I'm sorry I haven't been updating for a while. Don't expect another one for a month or so.

-Kay