Drew awoke to his bed of a bumpy white wall. The first thing he noticed was how sore his body was. Especially his back. His mouth formed a tight frown.

'I hurt from sleeping... how do you mess that up?'

Standing up, he brushed himself off, also trying to straighten the wrinkles his cloths have gained in the process.

From facing down, he had to flip the green strands of hair from his face. Getting a clearer look at his surroundings, the floodgates came crashing open as the awful memories from yesterday resurfaced as he glanced at May.

He certainly hadn't meant for things to turn out that way. Really. Disaster must have had it in for him. Whatever that monster was, it wasn't there when he had walked in. It, whatever 'it' was, probably anticipated a return if it had saw someone leave as quickly as entered; especially leaving something.

Naturally, leaving an item, you'd come back to retreive it. What a clever beast.

He picked up his emotional battle where it had left off yesterday, forming a checklist of sorts. The checklist of wether or not it was his fault.

Did he want to scare her? Well, that's why he chose the place. He had good intentions, though. But either way. . . check.

Did he hear the rumors about the mansion being haunted? Check.

Did he know there was a lot of hiding places for people and pokemon alike? Check.

The worst of all. . .

*Flashback*

Drew was thinking of possible locations to lead May to. Tapping the end of the pen between his fingers on his mouth, he went through his options.

The mansion seemed like the best place. It had a spooky element to it, it was claimed to be haunted, people have stolen from it, and the cherry on top, it was a bit unstable from the weather gradually eating through the structure of the large house.

A grin creeped on his face. However, he was not alone in the decision making process; he turned to his partner in crime.

Turning his head to look at such partner, he asked her opinion.

Roserade furiously shook her head and waved the roses on the ends of her arms. She clearly disagreed with that thought.

Drew frowned. "What's the matter with the mansion, Roserade?"

After hearing the pokemon say it's name, and in different syllables, he deducted that she disagreed with his choice for the exact reasons he liked it.

Partner in crime? Maybe not.

Growing frustrated with the chance that he could be wrong, he returned Roserade to her pokeball. As it seems, he cared more for May being close to him than he did danger.

Though that was sweet, it wasn't a smart advance.

*Flashback ends*

He foolishly had not heeded the warning of his pokemon, to disastrous ends. Ignoring safety for love was a foolish move indeed.

'What's the point of love,' he thought bitterly, 'if you lose it before you truly have it? To death non the less!'

He could see his end at the hands of another entity, due to the fact that he fails to acknowledge danger. (A/N: Epic foreshadowing!)

If he kept it up, he could possibly define 'Till death do us part.' It seems maybe pious people wern't as full of it after all, he mused.

Sighing, he turned around and opened a squeeky drawer in the nightstand next to May. He flinched at the sound, but quickly turning to May, released his tension to see it hadn't affected her.

He had to set another event for them today. Though normally people would want to shut themselves indoors after such events, he decided it could only help May to take her mind off it. Where could he take her as an appology?

He sauntered over to the window and thought a moment. The snowflakes fell sloppily, and his breath appeared in circular white whisps against the crystal-clear glass.

His frozen breath gave him an idea.

Outside it was cold. Cold meant cuddling. Cold and fun...?

Such a place existed, and in easy range from where May and himself were at that moment.

The only problem is he would have to get cleaned up a bit first.

Scribbling down a quick note on a piece of pad paper, he hovered over May, intending to place the sticky line on the paper to her forehead, only to pause.

She was cute when she slept. Her face held a look of child-like innocence. Her hair fell every which way, and her mouth was slightly parted as she inhaled gentle breaths.

The sight brought a genuine smile to his face, but that still wouldn't stop him from exiting in a way that defined him.

He promptly stuck the note to her forehead as he left for his own home to clean up.

May had awoken normally. A soft pillow under her head, fluffy blankets protecting her in a veil of warmth, and the occasional damp circle under her mouth. Also a rare itch.

Reaching up and scratching at her forehead, when she drowsily brought her hand down, she noticed paper stuck to it. Upon seeing the paper, she became aware that Drew had remained with her the previous night.

She blushed. May really hoped she didn't snore.

Holding the note a foot from her face, she tried to focus as the words eventually stopped swirling and became legible.

Crumpling the note and throwing it into the garbage can across the room, she hastily made her bed, picked out her cloths, and engaged in grooming herself. Though it seemed time slipped by in half-hour intervals, she felt herself panic a bit more with each passing. Though this was definately one of her more later arrangements, she couldn't help but to feel desperation rise in her. Being late for meeting the one you love was always a woman's nightmare.

Though May wasn't quite sure if this was to be considered as two friends or a date, she tried to dress nice anyway.

She wore a pair of jeans, her normal runners, a red tank top and red sweatjacket. She also wore a necklace that she kept hidden away for special occasions, a topaz as blue as raindrops. Though she did want to dress up a bit, she didn't want to dress too fancy. Inappropriate dressing would not only embaress you, but also earn you a lot of stares.

May wasn't fond of stares.

Drew wasn't hard to spot waiting for her. His green hair not only stood out, but the fact that he was also standing in the open helped.

They had a half hour to kill. May saw chocolate and instantly had ideas.

Purchasing a chocolate bar as small as the ones you receive on Halloween, she hid the candy in her pocket, like a flash of lightning. Drew didn't know what she was planning, but it couldn't possibly be pretty.

May thought it was her time to be tricky. Drew thought he should stop May before she embaresses herself.

"Ok, here's the plan. We go into the unisex bathroom that parents usually go into, and you pretend to look annoyed. That shouldn't be too hard for you. Have a look on your face that is the telltale expression an annoyed man would feel twords a woman who takes too long. While you are doing that, I will mash up the chocolate in my hand, stick my hand under the stall and ask if anyone has any toilet paper."

Though the absurd prank had made Drew heartily laugh, he didn't want to let May embaress herself. . .

. . . as funny as it would be to see the looks on people's faces.

At first he had thought she wasn't serious, but now he knew she quite meant what she said as she took confident strides twords the washrooms. Grabbing her arm, he halted her advance.

"May... don't."

"Why not? You laughed, so in a way that is an agreement."

"What if your plan goes wrong and your embaress yourself? Don't do it."

May grew annoyed with his protests. If she was going to wait, why not make it more bareable?

"Fine."

Drew hoped that was enough to stop her, but wasn't holding his breath as he saw her walk into the women's bathroom, where he was powerless to stop her. What was the matter with him, anyway? He lived to embaress May. Oh well. He just plopped down on the nearest bench and let the games begin.

When May had securely gotten into a stall, and grinned as she saw chatty women outside of occupied stall and couldn't hear her unwrap the candy, she went into action. Still carefully watching their movements as she broke the bar in half, when she crushed it in her hand, she noticed the worst possible flaw;

The chocolate was caramel filled.

Now her plan was ruined and she had caramel all over her hand. Walking out of the stall to wash her hands, certainly humbled a bit, but atleast the women there had left before she managed to further embaress herself.

Drew saw May emerge from the ladie's washroom with her head down. He chuckled as he predicted something would go wrong.

"Told you so."

"Shut up."

As the two bought their tickets and entered the theatre, they were pleasantly surprised to see that the theatre was nearly empty. Besides themselves, there was only five other people in a room shadowed by darkness. Now the question was for seats.

The brunette wanted to test the waters with Drew. Something about being almost alone in a giant room with Drew gave her confidence. She tried to pick a place where she could flirt with Drew without gaining attention to herself.

May didn't know what Drew was thinking, but she knew what she was thinking, and that was at the top left corner of the theatre. She dragged Drew accordingly and sat down in the vacant area. Drew, however, did not see things her way.

"May, let's not sit here. If we do we will see the screen from an angle and will have to look from left to right. Don't you want the best view?"

Not wanting to get on his bad side, she followed him two rows down and in the middle.

"Isn't this better?"

She had other ideas, but wasn't about to just tell him that she wanted to hit on him the entire length of the horror movie she had chosen. Though she did want to see it because she enjoyed pleasurable terror, forgetting the previous days scare, she did the only thing that came to mind.

May remained silent.

She had always heard that actions spoke louder than words. She agreed with this. The movie was excellent at building suspence and anxiety, which could scare you more than the actual scenes of horror themselves. Because this was acheived with ease, May never missed her chance to snake her arm around Drew's and huddle closer to him, in pretend and real fear.

Drew didn't say a word, but simply moved his arm closer to her for better access.

Success!

His lack of complaint spoke volumes. He even moved a bit closer himself, though from what she couldn't tell. If it was for her benefit and his agreement, that would be great. If it was from fear, she knew she would never get such an admission out of him.

That went on the duration of the movie. May also thought it was sweet how at parts, Drew would lean down to her ear and whisper jokes. They never failed to make her giggle.

To further May's amusement, Drew had also started mock flailing and pretended to be scared at the end of the movie. When the lights turned on, May couldn't resist.

"That was your fault."

They both chuckled. Something May will never forget though, was as they were leaving the theatre, Drew had offered his arm out to her. Her cheeks were dyed red, and she accepted leaving on his arm.

After the movie, the duo went to get lunch. What May had done surprised him. He had gotten a burger to be manly, and fries. Who doesn't like that combo? He also had a great and muscled figure, so junk food here and there wouldn't hurt.

May, on the other hand, acted like she was abducted. She would have normally gotten the same thing, but not today. Instead she had ordered a sandwich with no cheese and on whole wheat bread, like she was a health-conscious old lady. What was wrong with her?

The truth of the matter is that May didn't want to eat a lot infront of Drew. She wanted to eat healthy to have a nice figure, and the movie certainly didn't help. The main woman in it and her sister were stunning. Gorgeous. Dark curly hair in a flawless frizzy diva style. It wasn't her hair that bothered May, but their figures were what did it for her.

She also ate her food in small nibbles. Drew was becoming more flustered with each nibble May took. He could easily guess what had caused May to act this way, but didn't mention it for fear of the confrontation making it worse. So, he attempted more subtle measures.

"Here May, I have too many fries." He pointed them twords her. "Take some, if you'd like." May eyed the fries with longing, but declined. "No thank you, I'm fine."

The stubbornness of this girl amazed him sometimes. He flinched as he returned the fries to their previous position, facing him.

"Are you sure?"

He heard a strained agreement.

Never before had he wanted to throw his arms in the air this badly. Helplessness bothered him.

After that, he had taken May to just wander around the town. They did all sorts of activities, and he lead May to a part of town that most tourists tended to miss. It had some of the funner activities there. Plus a mall. He knew May couldn't resist that.

He never forgot that women loved shopping. When growing up, his mothers escapades never left his mind of why he never wanted to go in one. He wanted May to be happy, but...

...it didn't necissarily mean he had to go with her.

Since he was loaded, he just silently agreed that he would send May some amount and let her run with that.

When the sun was setting, Drew smiled at May and looked in her eyes.

"I had a lot of fun."

May agreed too, leaning on the fact that it was probably a date more than anything else. Not that she was arguing.

"As did I."

Pumping energy into her legs, she smiled back at Drew and managed the unexpected. She pecked Drew on the cheek and bolted. Turning her head back to look at the shrinking figure of him, she saw him turning around and walking the other way. His home wasn't in that direction, so she didn't know what he might be doing.

Oh, how she would have loved to see the look on his face.