Looky here, I update fast, don't I? Here's the one I told you about, which will suck horribly. Let's try and make it to eighty reviews! Yeah right, that's not going to happen for a while. But thanks to all you great people who review. And there's at least forty two people who read without reviewing. Naughty people. shakes finger at them Well, here's another crudy one-shot. Have fun reading, this time it's contestshipping.
Well he looks at me with those innocent eyes and says
"it looks like you're wearing some kind of disguise
because your hair sticks up. your shoes are untied
I hope that you got that shirt at half price!"
And every word I say falls flat on the floor
I try to tell a joke he's heard it before
and I don't think that I can take it no more
it's driving me right out my front door
There's Drew, I knew he would be here. It's a big contest, after all. He said he'd be here. He just never comes to the late night after contest party stuff. I entered in a different division than him, but I saw him earlier. He won. Of course he did. He always wins. Max keeps saying I stalked him to another region, just because I'm so madly in love with him, but that's not true! I also came for the contests. Oooh, he saw me. He saw me! He's coming closer. He looks like he's in a good mood today, sweet innocent smile, hands in pockets, he looks really cute. No! Bad thoughts, bad thoughts!
"Hey, May."
"Hi, Drew," I smiled back, playing with the hem of my skirt absently. Fourteen years old and I still act like I'm crushing on a hot teacher or something for the first time. Nervous as heck. Ugh, I need to act more mature."
"I was just wondering, is it windy out? Your hair looks like it got hit by a gust attack, from a really strong pokémon" He chuckled. "May, we're not in Super Contests, but you still have to look presentable for them. Look at your shoes, they're covered in dirt and mud, don't you ever clean them? You might need a change of outfit too. You don't have to wear a skirt or anything, but maybe you should try something that doesn't look like a work out outfit?"
"Well…I, uh, um, you see…nice hair!" I scoffed.
"Nice comeback," he rolled his eyes.
I chewed my lip. Come on, May! Say something witty! Something smart and funny! Changing your hairstyle obviously hasn't worked, so, impress him with your brain! I thought. "So, Drew, why's six afraid of seven?"
"Because seven eight nine. Think up something original," He rolled his eyes and walked away, leaving me to swear and scream silently at his back. When he spun around, I smiled sweetly at him. "Please don't ever do that with your hair again," he smirked.
"I'm going to kill him. And when they interrogate me, I'll just tell them some guys just can't hold their arsenic, just like that girl from 'The Cell-Block Tango' in Chicago." I said to myself as I stumbled out the door. Max stood clear of me, he always does that when I start talking to myself.
"M-May? Something wrong?"
"He could run into my knife, slip off a chair with a rope around his neck, poison from a nidoran could accidentally slip into his water bottle, there could be a strange incident involving a relentless eevee and squirtle attacks."
"Are you talking about killing Drew?" Max asked.
"Max, I'm going to take a hot shower until I feel my body stops burning from the heat. I'll then turn it to a cold shower, and wait until the mirror defogs. Don't leave the Pokémon Center, 'kay, li'l bro?" I said distantly, walking to my room, still having those disturbing images of Drew's death in her mind.
Why do you do what you do to me baby?
Shaking my confidence,
driving me crazy!
You know if I could I'd do anything for you
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you
Could you just pretend to be nice?
can You at least pretend to be nice?
If you could just pretend to be nice?
then everything in my life would be alright
"ou're everywhere," I whispered as I crashed into Drew on the way to my room. I immediately brightened. "Oh, sorry Drew. How are you feeling today?"
"Uh, fine. I just saw you five seconds ago. If your coordinating skills are half as good as your memory you might've improved since last contest," he chuckled. "You are going to take a shower, aren't you? You smell like the road."
"Well, Drew, I was just about to take a shower!" I snapped. He walked away, still laughing. "Drew? Drew! Don't ignore me! You asked a question, you're supposed to wait for the answer! Common courtesy!" He continued to walk, no recognition of me shown.
"I look up to you," I said when he was too far away to hear. I got out my key and walked to my room, sliding the door open. "Every comment you make hurts really bad, Drew. My self confidence level is really low, you know." I went to the bathroom, locking both doors behind me, and turned on the shower. Max had a key. He could get in. And if not, he'd be fine. He'd go to Drew's room. The front desk will tell you anything for a first name reference. Max has been leaving random facts as notes for random rooms at every center we go to. I have to make him stop doing that.
I have to stop worshipping Drew like a god. I swear, if he asked me in the middle of a battle to throw the contest, I'd recall my pokémon and walk away. Okay, maybe not that far, but I'd hesitate at least. "I just wish you'd act nice every once in a while," I sighed, putting my head against the shower wall. I was still burning from the hot water on my back, but hot water in a shower just feels so relaxing. I waited there for a few minutes. "That'd just make everything perfect."
"May?" Max knocked at the door. "I'm sorry, but skitty got out of its pokéball and ran down to the lobby. Everyone was playing with it, so it was fine. But then it went to the pool and nobody's there, I can't catch her, and I need your help."
"But my shower," I whined.
"You've been in there for ten minutes already!"
"Fine," I sighed, turning off the water with a grunt. I looked around. "Oh, frick. Max! Could you grab my clothes? I forget them."
"Again?"
"Yes, again!" I sighed, getting out of the shower. "And if I hear one complaint out of you about touching my bra and underwear I'm not only not grabbing your clothes the next time you forget them, I'm throwing them out of the window and making you run outside naked!" I heard him groan and grumble, but it wasn't about touching my clothes, so I let it slide.
And I tried so hard just to figure him out
but he won't tell me what he's been thinkin' about
and then he falls asleep on the living room couch
his sun glasses on, and his tongue hanging out
and then he disappears for a week at a time
and then he shows up, just like everythings fine and
I don't get what goes on in his mind
but I'm tired of hearing the same stupid lies
I shoved past the crowd of people in the PC's lobby. (A/N: Pokémon Center) to get to skitty. Most Pokémon Centers didn't have pools, at least not for people, but this was a land locked center quite a distance away from any ocean with a water gym nearby. It was a necessity, and made the center nice enough to get people to pay to stay there. "Skitty! Come here! Where'd you run off too? Frick! Come on! What'd Max do to make you run so fast? Threaten to be your trainer?"
"Hey!"
"Sorry, Max. I'm just nervous because you lost my pokémon, thanks a lot for that by the way." He smiled and waved a response to my glare, and went back to searching for the lost skitty. "Skitty! Skitty! Oh could you please come here? I'll give you extra pokeblocks! Heck, I'll even give you puffins even though they're impossible to make! Zinc, calcium, gold, diamonds, pearls, rubies, sapphires, emeralds? Anything you want!"
"So you've resorted to begging. You've got to be the best coordinator here," Drew smirked confidently. I muttered another "he's fricken everywhere" under my breath. Skitty leaped from his arms to mine, right after giving Drew an affectionate nudge. "She's cute. Hold onto her. She might win something even with you as a trainer."
"I'm a great coordinator. You're just jealous because you've finally met someone better than you," I said, proud of my comeback. He looked at me for a minute, a small smile on his face, before shaking his head and giving a small laugh. "What?"
"Nothing. Just thinking."
"About what? You were staring."
"Me? Staring? No," he shrugged. He put on a pair of sunglasses and began to walk away.
"You were staring!"
"I wasn't."
"You were!"
"May, you're completely delusional. I'll see you at the next contest, enter the same division next time," He smiled to himself.
"Wait, where are you going?" I shouted aafter him. "I'm not done with you! You know, you can't keep doing this! Popping up and running away. It's not right! It's mean! You are mean! What is wrong with you? Do you like getting me mad? You insult me, stare at me, make a date, and walk away! Mind telling me why?" I put my hands on my hips. He turned and began walking backwards, shrugging.
"I really like giving those roses to your beautifly, but I can't stand you. Same reason as always."
"That's a lie! And why were you staring and where are you going?"
"I wasn't staring and none of your business."
"You were so staring!"
"Goodnight, May."
So, there I stood, glaring at his fading figure in the distance. Skitty was rambling on about peanut butter pickles, I never know what she's talking about. I know I'm translating everything she says perfectly, though. Max came up, asked to borrow my pokenav, and the next thing I know I've been shoved into an icy pool.
"MAX!" I screamed.
"What? You wanted a cold shower, didn't you?" He sniggered. He sighed and looked down at me. "You know, you guys act like you're younger than me. Drew teases you because he likes you, you should just tell him."
"I can't just tell him," I pulled myself out of the pool. "He'll just laugh. I wish I could find a way to tell him that I could call an accident if he didn't really like me," I took off my shoes and socks, it's never fun going to bed like that. You're tired and sliding and going upstairs. Bad combination.
"Oh Ho-oh. She really does control the world," Max said in horror. He pulled out a tape recorder and set it up next to May's pokenav. "Okay, Natty said that you would say that, and if you did, play this song after calling Drew. If he doesn't like you, you can merely say you were dancing to the song and you must've hit the pokenav on something to make an accidental call. I also told her I didn't believe her and bet her twenty dollars it'd never happen. I'm going to need to borrow twenty dollars."
"Max, if I didn't love that idea I'd kill you for gambling," I scolded. "Come on, let's go to the room so we've got some sort of proof."
And we made the call, now I'm just waiting for Drew to come…
Why do you do what you do to me baby?
Shaking my confidence,
driving me crazy!
You know if I could I'd do anything for you
Please don't ignore me cause you know I adore you
Can't you just pretend to be nice?
can You at least pretend to be nice?
If you could just pretend to be nice?
then everything in my life would be alright
Why do you do what you do to me baby?
Shaking my confidence,
driving me crazy!
You know if I could I'd do anything for you
don't need to worry cause you know I adore you
could you just pretend to be nice?
can You at least pretend to be nice?
If you could just pretend to be nice?
then everything in my life would be alright
Drew gave a little smile and hung up the pokenav. Yeah, that was May's number, all right. "Damn, May. Took you long enough." He smiled and walked down to room thirty eight and knocked on the door. It slowly opened to a shy, blushing May.
"H-hey, Drew. What are you doing here?" She stuttered. She slapped herself inwardly. Great job! Now that he knows you're really nervous about something you can say with a perfectly straight face that you didn't make the phone call.
"Let's go out for a pizza," He glanced back at Max. "Max should be okay here, right?"
"My Blaziken has just reached level ninety nine. I have defeated the Elite Four and I am unstoppable. I am bored with my gameboy, I will now go online with the incredible power of World of Warcraft. Go with your date, I'm meeting up with other computer nerds." (A/N: I apologize to WOW addicts, it is a delightful game. I have played it.)
"So, we've got your chaperone's permission. Let's get out of this place," He held out his hand. May eyed it suspiciously. This didn't seem right. Not very Drew-like at all, like a badly written fanfic by a teenage girl who probably didn't have anything better to do with her life.
"You're acting awfully nice."
"Who's acting?" He smiled. "let's go."
Aw, did you all love the second sappy songfic in a row. Yes, second. If you didn't read the last one, double back. It wasn't a computer malfunction, I really updated that fast! Well, I'm going back to writting more and listening to youtube videos and shouting "that's a breakup song, don't you listen to the lyrics" at the screen. Good reading, and review all you people who read without reviewing. I see you on my stats list!