A/N: Hey! To all my faithful readers and reviewers, thank you guys! I got my ten reviews that I long awaited for! XD This chapter is dedicated to my good friend, Clarissa or spheal6278 as her birthday gift. :D Her birthday is on Sept 6th.
And a small note to the readers of LMAB, I'm sorry for the horrible wait in updates. I'm just not very focused on that one.:(
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own pokemon. DUH! XD
Chapter 4 –
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"So May," Steve said, turning to me, "Since I had to go home so early last night, I was thinking of dinner at a restaurant. Ya know, you, me, Chelsea and Drew. Sorta like a double date."
A double date? At a restaurant? That is so romantic! Too bad I had failed to notice that he meant me and him and not me and Drew.
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(A/N: It's still May's POV)
I guess I must have spaced out after that because when I finally came down to earth, there was a gorgeous girl standing beside Drew's chair, batting her eyelashes at him. She was thin, with honey hair and huge hazel eyes. She was wearing a bikini that revealed so much of her cleavage that she might as well be wearing underwear.
"Hi Drew…" she said in a sugary voice.
"Hey Dana," he replied.
When hearing that, I got so fired up. I didn't know why but it was just so weird having Drew actually greeting some other girl.
"I'm having some sort of problems with my math… think you can help me out?" Dana asked, batting her mascara filled eyelashes. I don't know how she would act if she were a blonde. There weren't any major difference in her attitude anyway.
"Dana, it's like summer vacation. We don't need math," Steve said, looking at her strangely.
"Knowledge is strength, Steve," Dana replied. "Drew?"
"I'm not in the mood for a math filled afternoon. I don't think you are too," Drew replied, flicking his bangs out from his eyes.
"But-"
"Didn't you hear the man? He doesn't want to do math. Bye now," Steve cut in, waving her away. She stalled a moment before shooting a deathly look at Steve and stomping away.
"Sorry May. That was Dana Hewitt. The peskiest girl in the universe. She has her eyes set on Drew," Steve told me, laughing a bit. Drew shot his friend a look. "Besides, she's way too of a 'Victoria Beckham.'" Steve laughed again and Drew smiled a bit. I laughed along too, seeing a new side of Dana. She really did look horrible with her fringy hair and bony figure.
"Um… right. You think we should go now?" Chelsea interrupted, her first adding in the conversation. I glanced at the sky. It was getting a bit darker and the beach had gone orangey. Glancing at my blue wrist watch, I noticed it was almost four. Wow, going to the beach sure takes up a lot of time.
"Yeah sure, Chelsea," I replied and turned to Steve. "We're meeting up tonight?" I asked and Steve nodded.
"Yep. I think Drew knows where you live. We'll be waiting around there at about seven. Sound like a plan?"
"Yup! See you guys then," I said, waving as Chelsea and I walked away. I grabbed my tote bag underneath an umbrella and motioned Chelsea to follow me back to Aunt Vicki's house.
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"Have you thought of anything to wear?" I asked Chelsea as I combed my hair furiously later that afternoon. She shrugged as she sat down on a chair in my room.
"I don't really care," she replied, tracing her finger along the designs carved into the chair.
"As long as it's black, right?" I asked and she scrunched her eyebrows at me.
"Is that supposed to be some sort of insult?"
"Only if you take it that way," I replied and laughed when I saw the look on her face. "I'm joking! It's just that I've never see you wear anything but black."
"Right. It's my favorite color."
"And are you English?" I asked her, noticing her accent.
"No, but I've lived there since I was twelve. Why? My accent's freaking you out?" Chelsea asked with a small laugh. The first time I've heard her laugh.
"Let's just go with that," I answered. "Now, do you think I'll look good in this or this?" I asked, holding up two different outfits. One was a black light sundress with some embroidery on it and the other was a cute soft purple off the shoulder blouse with puffed up sleeves and light blue denim jeans.
"I go for the black. But what do I know about clothes?" Chelsea replied, shrugging again. She blew some bangs out of her eyes.
"I think the black's good for going raving or something. But jeans aren't really appropriate for going out in the city, right? I think I have to find a skirt for that," I muttered and rummaged my closet, pulling out piles of unwanted stuff. Finally I found what I was looking for. It was a slinky black skirt with blue ruffles at the edge. There were a light sprinkle of blue glitter on the pockets and a blue belt that was higher on one side.
"Ta-da!" I exclaimed, holding it up. "What do you think of this?"
Chelsea shrugged at me and dug my iPod from underneath the pillow. She put the earphones in her ears and clicked through the songs. I rolled my eyes at her. It was almost six thirty and she hasn't even decided what she'll wear!
"Well, I think it's great. I think you'll have to get ready 'cause look at the time," I said and ran to the bathroom. "I'm gonna take a shower now." Chelsea shooed her hand at me and I stuck my tongue out at her. Laughing to myself, I stepped into the bathroom and took my shower.
When I came out, Chelsea was already gone. She must've took my iPod with her too because I couldn't find it anywhere. I never knew she liked stuff like Rihanna. I quickly shook my head, releasing droplets of water from the tangled locks. Wrapping it up with a towel, I threw on my clothes and sat in front of the mirror. Looking carefully at myself, I applied some pale pink lip gloss. That was all. My face looked fine, I guess.
I let down my wet hair and quickly blow dried it. Combing it straight, I put a single red barrette in it. Smiling, I walked out of the room and knocked on Chelsea's. The door suddenly opened, startling me. Chelsea was holding it and she was all dressed in a black sweater and jeans. She was wearing her same black high-tops.
"Chelsea! You can't go looking like that!" I cried.
"Of course I can," she replied, looking quite contented with her look.
"No, because going to a dinner in the city acquires you to wear something formal and nice," I told her as patiently as possible. "So wait here, I'm gonna get something decent for you to wear."
"May-"
"No Maying. Wait right here," I told her, rushing back to my room. It was almost seven and I grabbed the first thing I saw. The black dress. Right then, of course, I didn't know what it was. Just a bundle of black light fabric. But when Chelsea opened it, and when I saw the horrendous look on her face, I knew she would protest till forever not to wear it. I was not going to have that.
"You have got to be kidding me. There's no way that I'm wearing this… thing!" Chelsea cried.
"I'm sorry, Chels, but that was the only thing I saw. I'm 99.9 percent sure that Steve and Drew are waiting outside by now… so wear it, please?" I begged her. "Besides, it's better than the bikini and you survived that!"
"But-"
"Just wear it!" I cried and shoved her inside the bathroom. After a few minutes she came out reluctantly in the dress. It fitted her perfectly and she had a great body after all.
"Awesome fit!" I exclaimed, ignoring her face. "Okay, we've got everything we need. Now let's get out of here." I said, grabbing her wrist and leading her out of the house.
"Hey, hey. Where're you two going? Chelsea, you're mother just called. She said she's gonna come home late," Aunt Vicki said, suddenly appearing out of nowhere and halting us at the front door.
"Oh, okay. We're… just going to grab a bite to eat outside," I said. It wasn't a complete lie, was it?
"And lemme guess, May. With boys?" Aunt Vicki asked with a sly look on her face. I shuffled from one leg to another.
"Kinda. We're late now, Aunt Vicki, do the patrolling later. Oh and if mom and dad calls, just tell them that I've gone somewhere with a suitable 'chaperone'!" I said in a louder voice than expected and dragged Chelsea out of the house. As I thought, Steve and Drew were already there, standing beside a silver convertible. A shiny one that looks almost brand new.
"Wow! Whose car is this?" I asked as I ran out to where they were standing.
"Mine," Steve said with a proud look on his face. "Just got it for my eighteenth birthday."
"Yep, super rich," Drew added.
"Like you're not," Steve retorted. "This guy's the richest dude on the block."
Drew rolled his eyes and I laughed. Hanging out with these guys was cool.
"Hey, wait up for me!" Chelsea exclaimed as she made her way to where we were. I forgot that I had 'accidentally' left her behind in my excitement of seeing a great car. I gotta admit, Chelsea looked great in that dress. I glanced at the guys as she made her way and saw that Drew had that nonchalant look on his face but Steve's eyes were almost popping out of their sockets. I pinched myself not to laugh at his face. He was so gawking her.
We finally got into the car with Steve driving, Drew sitting beside him and Chelsea and me sitting at the back seats. The roof was down and the air was soft and warm. It was a perfect summer night.
"Which restaurant are we going?" I asked as the wind blew my hair across my face. I tucked it back into my ear.
"Chinese. Cheng Wee Lang's," Drew answered. I nodded slowly, pretending that I understood exactly what he was talking about. I never ate Chinese food. I thought they stink. But if we were gonna eat it now; I guess I'll just have to go with the flow. I glanced at Chelsea to see how she took that Chinese food thing, but she was looking out of the window casually. I guess she probably ate it tons of times before.
We soon arrived to the busy streets of downtown and there were cars everywhere. I always thought Sea City consisted of only the beach and the boardwalk. There were people everywhere and casinos were heavily lit with different colorful lights. Kids were laughing, buying popcorn on the streets and enjoying their time. Steve slowed down in front of a small herbal shop and looked around for a decent parking place. After half an hour, someone finally got their car out and the silver convertible was parked.
We hopped out and started strolling down the streets of town. The restaurant was about a block away from the parking place and so we got to see most of the spots.
"And voila, here's Cheng Wee Lang's," Steve announced as we passed another herbal shop.
I looked at the shop and saw all the different kinds of little jars that were filled with stuff I didn't recognize. Shuddering, I followed the others inside the restaurant that was right beside that herb shop. It was small and a bit different from what I imagined. Okay, maybe a whole lot more different than I imagined. We were led to a booth by a thin Chinese man and he gave us the menus. In case you're wondering where I sat, I ended up beside Chelsea. Steve and Drew were sitting in front of us. I could hear the chop-chop of a man cutting up roasted duck on a wooden block. The crunch of the bones made me feel sick.
"So… what would you like to order, Chelsea?" Steve asked as he opened the menu. I noticed that he seemed to be more interested in her now. I felt happy for Chelsea.
"Um… I don't know. Do they have those shrimp rolls? I love them," Chelsea asked and the Chinese man who was still hovering over us, nodded.
"Yes, we have those," he answered, noting down. "Anyting else?" ((I deliberately spelled 'anything' wrongly, m'kay?))
"Don't forget fried lice," Steve said with a grin. My stomach flipped. Lice? Not my idea of an ideal meal.
"So how about you, May?" Drew asked, looking intently at me. I hurriedly scanned my menu, looking for a word that looked easier to pronounce.
"Um… chow mein?" I said, cautiously.
"Oh, that's tourist food," Chelsea said. "You can get chow mein anywhere. Get something unique."
"Oh," was all I managed to muster. I suddenly felt dumb.
"It's okay. If May wants chow mein, she can get it," Drew said, helping me out. The man nodded and wrote down some notes again.
"What about you, Drew?" Steve asked.
"One thousand year old eggs," he answered with a smile. The thoughts of the different jars floated in my head again.
"O-kay. That all?" the man asked and we nodded. "Forks or chopsticks?"
"Chopsticks," the trio answered. My stomach flipped over a second time. I had no idea how to use chopsticks. We were given some tea I felt a bit relieved that it was good old green tea that I was used to.
Our food was brought in one by one and I had no idea which was which. I saw the shrimp roll Chelsea was talking about and steadily balanced it on my wooden sticks. It was hard. I managed to wobbly bring it back to my mouth and chewed it.
"Oh!" I cried. It was so spicy and hot!
"Are you okay, May?" Steve asked me, and I managed to nod slowly.
"It was just a bit hot," I replied and drank my tea. The drink burned my tongue. Fir the rest of the meal, I managed to eat an almond, some shreds of lettuce and a few grains of 'lice' which I found out, was actually rice. The thousand year old eggs were green and slimy and looked gross. I didn't touch it. There were weird food and the crunching of bones didn't make things better. I felt like I was going to cry.
Our meal finally finished and the fortune cookies were brought in. We all took one and Steve was the first one to read his out.
"'You find beauty in ordinary things, do not lose this ability,'" he read out and laughed. I managed to smile. "How about you, Drew?"
Drew cracked his open and read the slip. "'Plan for many pleasures ahead,'" he said and laughed a bit. "I hope its right. May?"
I cracked my cookie, taking out the slip of white paper. "'If you want the rainbow, you must put up with the rain,'" I read out. "I guess that's true. How about yours, Chelsea?"
Chelsea ripped her cookie open and read her slip. "'Be mischievous and you will not be lonesome,'" she said. "I don't know about this one."
"You're right," Steve replied. "We have time to go around town for about an hour and then meet up at the car. Okay?"
"Yeah, sure," Drew replied, as we got up. The bill was paid and when we got to the street again, Steve turned to me.
"Um, I'm sorry May. I'd like to go with Chelsea… Do you mind going with Drew?" he asked and I shook my head.
"Not at all. You two have fun. See you later," I called out. They smiled at me before heading off in the different direction. I faced Drew.
"Where do you wanna go?"
"Oh, I don't know. Let's go see those shops over there," he answered and led me to some small shops. We marveled at the different souvenirs, talking and laughing. I felt a bit better, but I still felt rejected because of that awful dinner.
"Hey, the fog's getting thick," Drew remarked. I looked around and saw that he was right. There were white mists everywhere. We walked again before stopping in front of an American burger restaurant.
"Why are stopping here?" I asked him.
"I could see that you didn't have much of a good dinner. Does a good old burger sound good to you?" Drew asked, quirking a brow.
I smiled and nodded. "Yeah, it does."
He returned the smile and we walked inside the shop. Ordering a hamburger, we sat down at a booth and I felt warm with the music playing the familiar smell of burgers. As the waitress set down the burger, Drew smiled at me.
"You have little bits of fog in your hair," he remarked, reaching up to touch it. I blushed and look at myself in the mirror on the ceiling. He was right.
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A/N: OMG! Done! That took me all afternoon to write! It was incredibly long. (I think) Please review!! I really rushed through the last scenes because I had to go to bed, so tell me if there are any mistakes. I know Drew was incredibly OOC. I'm sorry. XD Happy birthday to you, Clarissa! Kay, see ya!
-Suzie :o)