I don't own Pokemon. And sadly, I also don't own the jokes of the wonderful comic (among other things), Greg Behrendt.

Once May was dressed in the morning, the brunette skipped down the steps to the lobby of the pokecentre. The events from the previous night had left her in a good mood. Understandably so.

Once May was in the lobby, she looked out of the fogged windows. She was surprised to see how heavily it was snowing. She could tell that if nothing happened, she'd be snowed in by lunch. What'd there to do in a pokecentre? For a whole day? Alone?

May suddenly remembered that she wasn't alone. If it was going to be a snow day, that means... Oh yes. Her friends were stuck in here, too. But... that wasn't enough for May. She had something else in mind. She took out her Match phone (A/N: Is that what it's called? Oh well. It only says 'Match Call', but calling is a verb, so that doesn't work. We'll just go with phone.) and quickly dialed a certain chartreuse-haired boy over. And right didn't care what time it was, she just knew that if she's being stuck, she's dragging Drew with her.

Fortunetly for May, the called boy was an early-riser, so she didn't catch him in a bad mood. He complied, and tried to guess what May was up to. Stuffing his coats pockets with his gloves, he hung up his coat and scarf.

"What is it May?"

She had purposely pretended to be frantic and demand that he got to the pokecentre right that instant. She also said it couldn't wait, and she'd tell him what it was when he got there. Well, he was there now. And only a half an hour had passed. She had roughly three hours to kill. What kind of a distraction lasts three hours? She though that she might have come up with something by the time Drew got there, but she came up with nothing.

Uh oh.

May started to sweat. Judging by how nervous she was, Drew thought something serious had really happened. "May..." He called her name and got nothing. Fear slowly started to rise as she stood dead still, eyes darting about.

She was glancing around for something, anything to save her. Anything that would provide a rather long distraction. Nothing caught her eyes but the plain white walls of the building she was in. Her eyes suddenly landed on a closet, and she got an idea.

"I challenge you!"

Drew looked at her with the oddest of expressions. Challenge him? He thought she was in trouble. Some form of danger. Did she really call him there for a competition? He wasn't having it, but thought he'd play along anyway.

"What kind of a challenge?"

"A...a board game challenge!" May suddenly yanked the nearest game out from a stack so quickly that the pile barely had time to react. It didn't topple in the least.

Drew's eyebrow raised. So...she called him over to play a game of Monopoly. Interesting. He watched her realize what she had grabbed and put it back. He could only guess May's relief when her friends suddenly appeared coming down the stairs. May acted like she hadn't seen them yesterday.

"Guys!" she captured everyone in a group hug. They looked confused, naturally, but returned the hug. All but Paul. He slipped under her arm and went to stand by Drew. While May was trying to focus on anything but her crush, Paul leaned over to Drew to whisper.

"What happened to her?"

Drew shook his head and answered honestly.

"I have no idea."

Once the hug broke up, May beamed. She had suddenly came up with an idea! Why didn't she think of it sooner? Group games!

She rummaged through the same closet she dug through moments earlier to pull out a whole notebook of paper. On her way back, she dropped her hand to pick up the pen on the table between a circle of one-seat couches.

The reaction from the group was mixed. Paul looked unamused, Ash was confused, Misty had a small grin, and Dawn's eyes were wide with excitement. She couldn't read what Drew felt. "Can anyone guess what game we're going to play?"

Dawn cheered. "Pictionary!"

Misty was ready to throw the pen to the ground. The group had broken into sub-groups, May with Drew, Dawn with Paul, and her. . . .With Ash. Not that she doesn't like Ash... it's just that she wished she had someone who's more...quick. Long story short, Ash was impossible to play Pictionary with. Try as she might, Ash could never guess what she was drawing for one reason; his imagination made him relate the picture to the most random ideas; some of them not even related.

That and what she got was kind of hard to draw.

When Misty had picked up the card from the table of what to draw, she was expecting some kind of animal... not a word. How do you draw a word? The word she happened to pick up was "dry". Misty also thought that word was kind of ironic, her being a retired water pokemon gym leader. Soo... how do you draw 'dry'?

Misty thought of a common area that Ash would routinely see to help him picture water. Instantly, she thought 'bathroom'. Ok, now, what in the bathroom constantly gets wet and dry? Well, a lot of things. However, the first item to come to mind was a towel.

Misty drew a towel on the paper. Just a simple cloth. She even tried to make it look fuzzy, for Ash's benefit. With that said, to try to give the illusion of the towel being dry, she drew a few water droplets coming from the towel. She then proceeded to draw a circle and line through the towel with water droplets, like you'd see on a 'No Smoking' sign.

That was a decent description, yes? Misty thought so. With that said, she turned the paper she had and showed Ash the picture.

Ash stared at the picture a long time. Like he was absorbing every detail to try to figure out what Misty was hinting at. When a look of realization came across his face, Misty had thought he had it and was about to give the right answer. However, she wasn't holding her breath, knowing this was Ash she was playing with.

"No water!"

Misty moved her hand in a circular motion, indicating for more detail than that. Though she was impressed with how close Ash had gotten, she couldn't help but worry if Ash would ever get the correct answer. When a look of puzzlement came across Ash's face, Misty waited... and waited... and waited. He had nothing. All Misty could do was sit and wait until he felt he wanted to try again.

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The blunette scribbled happily away at the page. Her game with Paul was very progressive. Though Paul's voice was monotone when he gave her the answers, clearly stating he did not want to participate in the game to begin with, he still got all of the answers. It was so easy for her. She had gotten all cards telling her to draw animals. An ovular body with a few crucial details had Paul instantly guessing the right answer.

She saw Misty and Ash, and kind of felt sorry for them. Ash was a bit slow, and Misty got hard cards. Though, that wasn't her fault. Paul gave her strange looks when she giggled here and there resulting from that couple, but she still worked non the less.

Paul was getting bored quickly. All of the pictures were too easy. He wanted something more difficult, challenging... something Dawn might be able to help him with. Always carrying teasers in his pack to help him stay sharp, he took out a book of Sudoku. Stealing the pen from Dawn when she was done drawing, for nothing might she add, he motioned her over to help.

Paul thought Sudoku was a lot more fun when Dawn was leaning over his shoulder, guessing the most random words to fit into the boxes.

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Drew was having the worst time of all. He noted that he was in a similar position to Misty. Poor girl. He now understood her frustration. The more Drew had picked up cards, and heard May's ideas, he began to think that this game should not have been called Pictionary, but rather "Well, Here's What I Would Have Drawn".

When May had explained the rules of the game to Drew, Drew had imagined that the game would be about you drawing things that are in your ability to draw. But he also understood that since it was a game, it had to be challenging in some way. He, however, was not anticipating this.

The first word Drew had gotten was 'few'. He was at a loss with that one, all on it's own. Fortunetly for him, May was patient, and had probably been through this before, so she gave him the vital time to think.

When Drew finally did think of something, he scribbled down three circles. He didn't know what to expect from May, but he could only hope she would magically be correct.

When he held his breath and turned the page around, he looked at May, seeing a puzzled expression. After a few moments, May shrugged at him. Nothing. What he drew didn't even qualify for a sound. Nothing like "Mm-mm..." Drew could basically hear crickets.

And then Drew realized the problem. How would May know that it is a few, unless there are also many? May had nothing to contrast it with. So, the green haired boy drew many circles. To be specific, he drew seven more off to the side.

Suddenly, May's eyes light up and Drew is sure they are on the path to victory, when May shouts "Grapes!"

And curses on him, they did look like grapes.

Drew tries to not have an emotionless face, because he knew that if he did, May would only continue to repeat the word she had just said until she got his nod of approval. So to combat this, Drew tried to give May the expression of, "Your wrong, try again, take the concept further."

But May didn't want to take the concept further. She just kept saying "Grapes, Grapes, Grapes..." like some kind of mantra.

Drew shakes his head. And then, Drew soon realizes that suddenly this isn't about the game anymore, but it's about their friend / relationship split. The first thing that comes to his mind is:

What did I say, what did I do. So, Drew is having a mini-crisis trying to figure out what the heck is happening.

Then May began to use a tone with him. May coloured her words with a nice tone, that had it's own implied meaning. May was using a tone that says "I am disappointed in you as a person." The words she used that tone with were, "I don't know what that is." Every word but the last is said quickly, but when May got to the 'is', she sounded out the 's' clearly, like a snake.

As the time is ticking, May uses her next idea. A rapid succession of the phrase "Draw something else." A fantastic new idea that has just occured to her. "Draw something else, draw something else, draw something else" over and over...

And in Drew's mind, it sounded like he was suddenly in some kind of Pictionary rave where the DJ kept spinning the disk to put those words on repeat.

Drew was losing his mind. He would have drawn something else if he could, but just what is there left to draw? He eyed the pencil and considered stabbing himself in the eye with it. He wouldn't have to listen to May that way, but...

Oh yeah. He'd just be sent to a room down the hall, still in the same building. So much for that idea.

Drew had no ideas. So to try to get his frustration across, he drew the same thing harder. Darker. Hoping May would get the point.

Drew loved May, but right now he wanted nothing more than to stop playing.

May granted him that wish, but had something else in mind.

Everyone noticed, at the same time, that Dawn and Paul were gone. Done with the Sudoku. When they looked around, they saw them outside, playing in the very large piles of snow. Throwing snowballs and then building a snowman.

Drew ushered May outside, thinking she would be less agrivated if she got some fresh air. It worked, and it turned May playful. But, it still didn't go as Drew planned.

For unamusing May, Drew got what was coming to him. But atleast May gave a warning.

"Heads up, grasshead!"

boom.

Drew got blasted in the face with a snowball. Before continuing to join May and the others for an afternoon of fun in the snow, he uttered a few words.

"May, just see what happens tomorrow..."