Oh-kee-doh-kee! Now, I've noticed that my chapters got completely screwed up because I deleted one that was no more than an author's note. So, I was wondering if anybody actually read chapter nine, since everybody reviewed it as the chapter before? If you haven't, double check, because I actually didn't entirely hate that one.

Anyway, due to many reviews telling me that contestshipping was a must, and one asking me to do a "May and Drew get into an argument, confess, and May runs away in horror fic" suggested by contestshipper. So, here you are!

P.S.

Does anyone else here hate Dawn and supercontests with a passion? Who freaks out that much over a bad hair day, but walks around all day with boys? I do love those pokeball seals though. And one last thing… HOW ON THE HIGHER POWER'S GOOD GREEN EARTH DO YOU COMPLETE ANY OF THOSE CHALLENGES, AND MAKE THE PERFECT FREAKING POFFIN? WHO HAS THAT GOOD OF A HAND-EYE COORDINATION ANYWAY?!?!?!?!?! Sorry, on with the show.

FALSE AMUSING START!

Okay, I was just shoved onto the computer and screamed at to "write at dictated" by my psycho girlfriend who still can't flirt. Yes, it's me girls, Gary. Faint now if you must. You know I'm much better than Drew. The Powers-That-Be just decided I was so incredible, they had to add another one, unfortunately, I'm one of a kind. Therefore, I'm much, much better than Drew. Oh, sorry. She's screaming at me now. I have to write her stupid 'eyewitness' love story. She saw May and Drew get together. Big deal! How did she see it? Well, I'm not going to say that she's installed cameras everywhere (including the bathrooms, though she says she respects privacy and looks away if someone comes in alone) and has them set up on a big screen TV behind the Rapidash and baby ponyta picture in the room, but I'm not denying it either.

Now, here we go, period. Oh, I'm not supposed to write that. She hit me, the witch. Uynjekwl.9. She slammed my head into the keyboard. Help me.

Drew was sitting, paging through a contest magazine while supercontest magazines burned in the fire. He muttered on about something horrible about supercontests, and how they stole all the contest thunder and press coverage. He barely looked up when May walked in through the door, but it was obvious his heart sped up and…hold on, she can't know that!

That's it, I shoved him off the computer. I simply can't stand him any more! I shall write on my own now, in third person. Starting next indented paragraph…

REAL, SERIOUS START!

Drew didn't even look up when May walked into the room. He'd learned it was best not to encourage her pestering behavior. Actually, he learned that if he ignored her long enough she'd eventually leave and follow her own advice on any problems she was having with contests. It's not that he didn't like helping her, or he didn't want to give away prize advice. He just knew that he had to train her to follow her own logic if she was ever going to amount to anything. That…and he didn't want to be pestered just now.

"Drew, could you help me with something," She asked, smoothing her shirt and pants. May slapped herself inwardly for her nervous habits. She concentrated on keeping her voice cool, only to let her hands give her feelings away. What was wrong with her?

"Whatever it is, figure it out yourself. I'm not in the mood."

"Please, Drew. It'll only take a second, I swear!" She exclaimed, hating herself for sounding too desperate. "It's not even about contests, it's about other stuff. Just please listen for a moment and I'll go!"

"Well, if it's not about contests I probably can't help you anyway," Drew shrugged. "Maybe you should talk to your parents about it. If it's some girl thing you could always call one of those numbers in my phonebook on the table. It's full of fans just like you."

"No, Drew," May shook her head. "I don't want to talk to one of them. It's about one of MY girlfriends, and I need guy advice."

"Try Ash."

"Ash is an idiot."

"Valid point. Try Brock. Sure he's a little girl obsessed, but I'm sure you could hold his attention long enough to make conversation," Drew shrugged. He licked his finger and turned the page. May ground her teeth to keep from whimpering. Better mad than sad, she guessed.

"No, Drew. Brock isn't going to be any help. The girl has a crush on a guy exactly like you, and she wants to make a move but doesn't know how," May tried again. She cleared out her bickering emotions to try and reason with him. "Please help, Drew. I don't want to give bad advice!"

"You need to trust your own opinion," Drew sighed. He was starting to get irritated now. He really hoped she wouldn't start screaming, he was sure that he'd raise his voice too. Probably not too loud, of course. But it'd still be raised.

"Drew!" May screamed. Drew frowned. He hated her scream. Her voice was to shrill, too high. What did she do, inhale helium when she got mad like a Jigglypuff? D—n. That was really annoying.

"What, May? For the last time, I don't care! I don't care about you and your stupid problems with your stupid friend! Why would I? Could you just leave me alone, May? I'll see you at the next contest."

"No, Drew! Why can't you just talk to me for once? Give me a straight answer! I know you don't like me much, but you could help! Or at least stop being bipolar! Hate me all the time or be nice! Couldn't you even pretend?"

"No, I couldn't May. So what if I'm bipolar? Why do you care? At least when I'm nice I stay that way for longer than five seconds. You're one to talk about bipolar. Maybe you should get some medication along with some fashion advice," Drew sneered. It wasn't even something he'd insult on. Why did he do it? Because he knew it would hurt. Why did she drive him over the edge?

"You talk about fashion sense? YOU? Why the heck did I ever come to you for advice? It doesn't even matter who I have a crush on, you couldn't even help me make a move on yourself if Einstein gave you half a brain! You'd still be one half short!" She screamed. She froze, catching herself. Drew's mouth dropped open, unbecoming, yes, but he couldn't help himself. But May. She was having one bad day.

She spun and raced up the stairs, not aware of what she was doing. Whenever she got embarrassed with anyone in her house, she went to her room, her comfort zone. In her house, that was the first door on the left from the stairs. It always faced the sun during the hottest part of the day, leaving it warm and comfy almost all year around. It took her only a second after locking the door for her to realize that this was not her house, and this was not her room. She barely contained a pathetic "oh, no" when she realized where she was. A bathroom. You may wonder what's so horrible about a bathroom. Bathrooms are solid, if small there's rarely much carpet. Sound seems amplified in bathrooms, with nothing to absorb it and no technology to drain it out. Few people have waterproof radios, and Drew wasn't an exception to the rule.

Also, when May's embarrassed, she tends to cry. This time was no exception. She started crying, biting her fist doing nothing to muffle the sobs. May threw herself against the back wall, the one near the window, and crumpled. She let herself cry. After all, she couldn't stop it, and now matter how muffled she was she was positive Drew could hear her. May knew she was no tough girl, but who likes others to know their crying if there's no advantage to it? Unplanned tears were mortifying, especially when your crush begins to tap on the door, guilty and overprotective.

"May…I'm sorry."

"I don't want to hear it, go away!" May shrieked. She snatched the glass cup full of toothbrushes and threw it at the door with a crash. "There's more in here! I dare you to come in! I dare you! Just see what happens! I have great aim!" It was a lie, of course. Her aim was horrible unless she had the smooth comfortable weight of a pokéball in her hand, but he didn't need to know that.

"May, really. I shouldn't have been so…negative. I could've heard you out."

"Drew, I don't care! Just leave me alone for a while, okay? Isn't that what you wanted, to be alone."

"Unlock the door, May."

"Don't talk to me that way! I'm not a scared pokémon! I'll go in a bit. Just, leave me alone. You won't hear me leave," She murmured. Drew pulled out a credit card to slide in and undo the lock. (A/N: Supposedly that works on certain doors.) After a moment of fiddling, he finally managed to slip it open. May's expression switched from demurred to anger. She grabbed a soap boat and threw it at his head, though it landed on his shoulder.

"I shouldn't have been so mean. I'm sorry," Drew consoled, fully expecting her to run into his open arms.

"I'm not a fangirl, Drew. Sorry isn't really enough. You were a real jerk," She shook her head and slid back against the wall again, starring up at him. "It's not a romantic movie, I don't forgive and forget that fast."

"But isn't that what two people who love each other do, forgive and forget?" He tried.

"Nice try, but no," she smiled at him with pity. She stood and walked past him, giving him with a small kiss on the cheek. "It's a start though."

Now, it's weird ending I guess. However, very rarely in real life have I noticed that people instantly forgive and forget. Now, please, I have writer's block people, PLEASE SUGGEST IDEAS! Do you see that? Not reviews, even. Not little comments I'm begging for (though they'd be great) just ideas! You get credit and everything! Well, that's all for now, but check out chapter nine, even if you think you may have read it, okay? Just check. Have a great one!

Sincerely,

Natty