Gosh, have I ever felt angst-y lately. I even wrote a very, very angsty fanfic that I decided against posting. The real romance comes at the end. I like AAML better, but there's lots of DAML too! Don't despair! There's a stupid kissing scene for you…Well, here's May's Sweet Sixteen, enjoy.

AAML & DAML (lots of both!)

Some girls can't date until they're sixteen. Natty said girls in Spain or some other Sapnish country have a rite of passage at a younger age, like, fourteen or something. Sorry, my mind just keeps wandering. I'm not going to tell anyone. It's not like my mind is wandering because I don't like my party, it's because Ash and Misty are supposed to be on their best behavior. That never let's any of us teens have any fun. At eighteen they still act younger than us, still haven't admitted they like each other. But now it's less of a denial. They've kissed a few times, as if to prove that they didn't feel anything. I don't know, they're weird.

"Drew," I smiled at him before picking at my nice, pretty, white dress. "I'm glad you could be here." He gave me a small smile before glaring down at his tuxedo.

"Glad to come, May. But did it really have to be a dress-up party?" he sighed. I giggled behind my hand, an old reminder of two years ago when I had braces. I wear a retainer now, but I take it off whenever I can. My mom keeps saying my teeth won't stay straight. Nobody wears their bottom retainer, so I don't bother either. It makes you talk funny, anyway. "Put your hand down. The braces aren't on and nobody cared when they were."

"They looked dorky," I blushed. He rolled his eyes and scoffed something about my concern for my appearance. I'm a girl! I'm allowed to care! (A/N: To each their own…weirdo…) "Don't be mean, Drew, it's my special day."

"Your special day should be is when you get married. A birthday comes annually. You only get married once," he shrugged, "unless you're my dad, then it's more like an unexpected birthday coming at a different time but always once every year." I giggled again, covering my mouth once more. "Stop it!"

"Okay, you two. Say it. You may not be my daughter, Misty Waterflower, but I'm responsible every time you come to Pallet and whenever your sisters say I chaperone, so don't argue," Mrs. Ketchum pushed the two teens in front of her, Ash with a slight attitude.

"I'm eighteen."

"You don't act your age," She said, crossing her arms and nodding towards me. "Go ahead now."

"Thank you for inviting us to your party, May" they said in sink, Ash's voice was a bit nasal and fake, but I let it slide…just kidding.

"You don't sound very thankful, Ash," I grinned once Mrs. Ketchum had walked away with a satisfied nod. He frowned at me and drew a finger across his throat. "Ash Ketchum! Are you telling me you're going to kill me? Not on my birthday!" I gasped in mock horror. "Say it, or I'll call your mom back over."

"Aw, come on. You know I'm glad to be here. Mist will support me, right?"

"Ash used a nasally voice so he'd show that he wasn't thankful at all. He'd rather be pokémon training, he told me so," Misty tattled, sounding like a seven year old. I suddenly felt like a mother with two bickering siblings. I pity my mom and everything she must've gone through with Max.

"Shut it, Kasumi!" He snapped. He clamored up onto a table, avoiding the adult punch bowl and party food, and pointed down at his friend. "Her middle name is Kasumi! Misty Kasumi Waterflower! Misty Kasumi, Misty Kasumi!" He taunted, turning it into a sing song chant. Misty paled, horrified, then turned to anger.

"Oh yeah? He's Ashton Satoshi Ketchum! Ashton Satoshi, Ashton Satoshi!" She chanted back. They looked ridiculous. Ash's hair was slicked back, he was in a tux, looking very handsome. Misty's hair was curled to fall around her face, her surprisingly bright pink dress (she says it's from her sisters, I don't think it is) is floor length, punk high heels, and she's been tripping all night. But, really, it's not every day that you see two fully grown teenagers argue like they're two. Unless you happen to know them. You don't, do you?

"May, stop daydreaming, here comes my favorite part," Drew put his hand on my arm. I barely held in a sharp breath at the tingling, burning sensation his light fingers were leaving. I swore if he pulled them away, they would be white scars, like burnt skin.

"What are you two doing?" Gary snarled. The two stopped, frozen. They'd actually grown a lot closer since Gary stopped going for badges and picked up on pokémon researching. He's no longer Ash's rival, and no threat to the thing Misty loves best about her boyfriend, even if she won't admit it, his pride. "Ash, get off the table! Stop shouting! It's all adults here, you could've just told Drew and May, they're the only ones who care. Misty? Come on! Act a little more mature. You two should be able to keep one another's secrets. You promised to behave, so behave."

"But Gary, we've been good all night," Misty complained. "I sat still when we gave those surprise speeches about May, I gave mine really nice and calm. So did Ash! We were good all night, Gary. We can't help doing something bad after being so good."

"What about that little incident with the Ipod during the dance?" Gary said, looking back between the two of us. "I only know two people here who like the Plain White T's enough to download their music onto an MP3."

"That was an accident!" Ash shouted. "You can't yell at us for that."

"I'm not, I'm yelling at you because after that accident you kept it plugged in and said 'wait, I've got better songs'. And I'm not yelling, I'm being very calm with you two. If you guys can't be serious you're going to have to sit on opposite sides of the room. Treat this like your saving the world escapades."

"But you're supposed to have fun at parties!" Misty whined.

"I never said don't have fun. Just don't disrupt other people while you do. This is probably the most adult party you've had since…since ever," Gary rubbed his temples. "You guys need to… I don't know, have fun, be quiet."

"You can be quiet and have fun?" Ash wrinkled his nose as he slid back off the table. "What a loser way to have fun. The only thing I can think of is making out," He smiled at Misty. She shoved his head and let him crash to the floor.

"Not gonna happen, stop begging Ketchum," she laughed.

"They're so cute," I said, going into a romantic daydream which…didn't involve…Drew…(cough) we kissed in a park (cough). Huh, doesn't work as well when you write. "Drew, do you think I'll ever find someone I could be like that with. Do you think you ever will?"

"Nah, we'd never be like that," He confirmed. He froze and blushed. "Uh, I mean, we with other people. Me and someone, and you and someone. Not you and me. Is it hot in here? Hasn't rained in forever. I'm getting punch." He stood up stiffly and walked to the bowl.

"Drew!" I called, he turned, glass halfway to his mouth. "If you drink that, you may very well possibly be thinking about me and you in a relationship." He put the glass back down, still blushing, and walked away. He was so nervous. I couldn't understand why. You know what else felt bad? That the only way he could ever think of us together is if he was drunk. He had to have some brainkiller in his body to even consider having an ugo (A/N: Ugh-oh, ugly person) like me. I felt like crying. I'm such a baby.

"Grey skies are gonna clear up, so put on a happy face!" Misty sang brightly, plopping down on the couch next to me with a concerned smile. "What's wrong, birthday girl? Sweet Sixteen's are supposed to be fun and pretty and girly," she paused, "though after all my sister's Sweet Sixteen's I got a little tired of them, so I went paintballing for mine. I know, I know, I should've stopped hitting Ash after the first splotch of paint, I love the sound he makes when he's hurt. Besides, I waited until the end of the game. He just looked so cute in his army-like uniform. And he was the one who got me out too. The bd. You're not supposed to tag out the birthday girl," She glared at him from a distance away.

"Drew has to be drunk to think about dating me," I said, leaning on her shoulder and taking in a shaky breath. "It's 'cause I'm an ugo, isn't it?" She wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close with a sigh.

"Okay, first, stop hanging out with Ash because you're starting to talk like him."

"Yah, but you hand out with him so much you're starting to love him."

"Do you want me to leave?" She huffed. "Because if you keep doing that every time I say something slightly insulting, I'm going to start walking away. You know I don't like that kind of talk, especially after I eat." I shook my head no. "Good. Now, most important, you are not an ugo. And you don't need a man to say you're pretty. You can be comfortable with yourself knowing you are a beautiful, bright, intelligent young woman."

"I'd rather have a guy tell me I'm sexy," I frowned. "I don't care how slutty it sounds. It's feels nice when a cute guy calls you pretty! Three cheers for degrading women, I want to feel pretty!" I snapped. "Oh, why does he hate me? I don't care if we can't ever be together or anything like that, but couldn't it be like Romeo and Juliet where we love but can't ever be close? Except without the getting married, losing our virginity and dying thing."

"I don't think he hates you. In fact, I think he likes you. I think he wants to tell you tonight, and that's why he's been acting so nervous all night and that' swhy he wouldn't dance with Ash and me to 'Hey There, Delilah'." She nodded firmly. "Why can't you be together?" She added as an afterthought.

"Misty!" Ash gasped from the nearby refreshment table, dropping his half eaten cookie to the ground, and one untouched. Pikachu rushed by, a crowd of pokémon following him, and snatched it up. "Guys, if you fight over that cookie, take it outside. Don't let it get wet in the ocean out there," he told them. They nodded and rushed out the open back door. "But Mist, what are you doing?"

"Oh, right, sorry," Misty sighed, whacking her forehead for her own stupidity. "But you shouldn't be eavesdropping anyway. And I didn't hear it from Ash who didn't hear it from Drew who didn't write it down on a piece of paper to trade with Ash to find out who he liked and if and how he was planning on telling her. Which Ash refuses to tell me, pansy," She glared back at him.

"You're the pansy. You want the truth? Please, Misty, YOU CAN'T HANDLE THE TRUTH!"

"You're such a weirdo," Misty said, laughing anyway. She turned back to me. "If he doesn't tell you by the end of tonight you have to corner him and tell him how you feel. And you know what happens if I hear a 'what if' come out of your mouth."

"Yeah, I have to hear that stupid song 'What If' you like so much. You two need a life besides the Plain White Shirts or Skirts or whatever the heck they are. I know. But I'll do that if you and Ash kiss again," I smirked at them. Ash went back to eating cookies. "Ash, we all know you aren't really eating cookies. You're eavesdropping again."

"No, mum. I haven't been dropping no eaves, please don't tell Da!" He whined in a British accent. "Da Drew will kill me if he knew! And I really don't want it to hurt you're hot sexy relationship!" He cracked up.

"Ash, you perv!" Misty shouted, fighting a smile.

"I'm a perv? What about May? She's requesting you and I make-out in front of her so she can watch. That is way more perverted than my innocent statement," He pointed at me. I gasped at the accusation, Misty shrugged.

"Good point. May, you've beaten Ash on the perverted scale. Good luck telling Drew if he can't grow some bal-I mean, get the testosterone to tell you. Come on, Ash, let's go be good little children over there. But we have to walk, because we can't run or jump or skip or hit or play-"

"Or full contact wrestling," he sighed, walking away with her. it was only then that I'd discovered my own stupidity.

"Hey! You guys never kissed!" I crossed my arms over my chest with a pout. I froze and put them back down. "My maturity level is dropping fast, I've got to find someone to restore it. This is a job for…Ho-oh, am I a superhero now? I need to talk to Drew!" I raced around the Country Club, looking for my (in my dreams/nightmares) boyfriend-to-be. I'm just too hopeful for my own good. I'm never going to get to-

"May? What are you doing? It's time for presents!" My mother said, pulling me back from the room I'd just managed to escape. "I know I said we were going to wait until everyone left to open your presents, but I talked to everybody and they all got you wonderful gifts, with no duplicates! The party can go for at least another hour! Well, I haven't talked to your little friends but I'm sure they got you something no one got you."

"My present rocks!" Ash shouted. He grinned wickedly at Mom. "You have to be careful not to shake it though, it's why I put air holes in the box."

"Couldn't you have put it in a pokéball?" My mother asked nervously.

"What? Oh, no. I couldn't do that. I went through every pokéball I could, except a master ball, it just wouldn't work," he shook his head with a laugh. "Wild little monster. Everyone kept screaming something about the ancient prophecy and an ancient curse. Weirdo prophets."

"I have to open presents for an hour in front of people!" I squeaked. I have a firm belief, only to be strengthened by Natty, that opening presents in front of the people who gave them to you is the worst punishment on earth. You have to keep your happiness down so you don't disappoint people who gave bad presents by not acting as hyped up about them and act like the horrible presents you get are wonderful. Opening presents in front of people suck. "And stop lying to my mom, Ash," I scolded him.

"Really, Ash. You shouldn't lie" Misty shook her head at him and looked back at May's mother. "He tried the master ball too."

"Cut it out," I giggled, patting my mom's arm. "They don't do stuff like that." I sent her off. "I'll be there in a second. Just because you're a Pokémon Master doesn't mean you can make up stories and places," I whispered to them. "Unless you can get me out of opening presents."

"We might be able to do that," Ash nodded at Misty, who nodded back. "Yeah, we can totally do that. You better open my present early. Do you mind getting your dress dirty?"

"I don't want my dress dirty!"

"Oh, then the plan of being inconspicuous is out," Misty sighed. "Mrs. Ketchum is going to kill us for it. But we're all getting out of this party one way or another. We'll take Drew along too," She smiled, the plan falling into place in their minds.

"I'll leave it up to you then," I shrugged, hoping they weren't planning anything drastic. I quietly tapped my mom on the shoulder. "Mom, I'm a little worried about Ash's present. Would you mind if I opened it first…in private? Just to be safe."

"That might be a good idea," My mom nodded. She handed her the bulky box with air holes, I almost collapsed under it's weight. What the heck did Ash put in there? "I thought you said they were joking."

"I thought they were," I gulped nervously. "Ash, could you come here for a second? Let's open this…thing…"

"Ketchum," Misty muttered, walking past me. "He's just being a bad boy. Once he got a bit of intelligence he's been up to all kinds of tricks. I'm sure there's nothing dangerous in the box, just open it."

"Maybe we should have Ash open it," Drew said, looking at me with concern. Then there was that fabulous clichéd moment, the one where the eyes meet, and even though it feels like eternity, it takes only moments. He had such pretty eyes, I could get lost in them, was getting lost in them. He wasn't breaking the stare either, his face as blank as mine, when suddenly a hand came crashing down in front of my eyes and snapped twice, making me jump.

"Earth to May, earth to May, do you read?" Ash asked me. I blushed and nodded as Drew yanked me away from the box, eyeing it nervously. "Mist, you and I never did the eye thing, did we? We couldn't have. No one ever told us about it."

"Oh, so you don't remember Maiden's Peak," Misty smiled wickedly. Ash never mentioned Maiden's Peak to me or Max. I wondered why, until his face turned bright red and he began to stutter for an answer.

"I-it was the first t-time you wore a, a, a k-kimono, and had your h-hair down. I-i-i-i-it was surprising, th-that's all! I just nuh-never th-thought you'd look so pretty, not pr-pretty, girlish!" He flushed, then shook it off and turned back to me. "Don't you want to open your present? It's the best part!"

"She's not getting near that thing," Drew hissed protectively. "It looks like a rage crate!" (A/N: Obviously, I made it up. It's for when a pokémon uses rage on the outskirts of a town and gets out of control, so they restrict it in a crate to keep the townspeople safe. It's possible.)

"Fine," He opened the box and held out a pokéball with a pink seal. His smile returned instantly. "I just put rocks in the bottom, the pokémon was a menace to catch though. Was searching for hours to find it. It's not very cute, but they're really loyal. It'll listen without a psychic connection, lying b-witch Sabrina," He looked to the heavens, "I love you, don't kill me or turn me into a doll. Besides, with all the falls you have, it's good to have something like this around." He tossed it to me, which I barely caught, then I released the pokéball.

Happy B-Day May! The words hung in the air with pink ribbons dancing around it. Once it cleared, a small abra was laying down on the floor, looking more like it was dead than sleeping.

"Oh my gosh, is it okay?" I gasped. Ash giggled and nodded.

"Yeah, it just sleeps lying down instead of sitting up. I've trained it up for ya too, just one more win in a battle and it'll evolve into a Kadabra, which will be awake more than, like, five minutes a day which'll be nice."

"It's a great present, Ash. I really do love it, I do! But how am I going to get out of the party with it."

"Huh? Get out of the party with it? I had another plan in mind, I just wanted to get away from the crowd to do it."

"It can use teleport.," Misty growled, rubbing her temples, "It can use teleport and get us right out of here."

"Okay," Ash scoffed with a roll of his eyes. "Let's do your idea, the one without the string and the applesauce and party streamers and the fun!" Misty muttered something under her breath. "What was that?"

"At least it'll work, unlike yours."

"Well…okay yeah. My plan might, just might not have worked, but it would've been a lot of fun to do!" He turned to me and smiled. "It's your pokémon, give the command!"

"I don't know if I should yet, shouldn't we-"

"Don't be a wimp. Just do it," Ash crossed his arms over his chest and stomped his foot childishly. "You should be having fun on your birthday. You could've had fun if your mom let you invite more kids, you could've had fun if you had done my plan, and now the only way you'll have fun on your birthday is if you say the magic words 'Abra, use teleport!'" He huffed. A flash of light and they were gone, outside in the cloudy weather on a sandy beach.

"Oh shoot, where are we? Ash, where's the little Abra programmed to go?" Misty asked him sweetly. Ash looked around nervously for a second before beginning to stutter a reply. He's been stuttering more and more lately, funny, it was kind of like Drew.

"Wh-where are we?" He said. "Oh, that's easy! We're…we're in Ka…the Kabuto region," He lied.

"There is no Kabuto region," Misty frowned. Suddenly, she whipped out a mallet and held it over Ash's head. "You've gotten us lost again Ash Ketchum, you've got the homing sense of an absol!" She screamed, whamming down onto his head.

"I may have the homing sense of an absol, but at least I'm cuter than a muk, stronger than a dandelion, and more girlish than a machamp, unlike a certain redhead I know!" He said, his eyes sparkling. Misty gave a banshee yell and tackled him into the sand, sending the rolling in a mix of dry land and high tide waters.

"I just don't have the heart to tell them that the clubhouse your party's in is right over there," Drew pointed. I followed his finger and giggled, clearly seeing the place we'd escaped from. I felt his hand grab mine, and the giggled abruptly stopped. "Don't do that," he scolded lightly. My fingers tingled at his touch. Oh, I liked romance as well as the next girl, but should I really be falling for my rival? "you've got a pretty smile. You should show it," he showed me a grin of his own.

My heart melted and I couldn't stop the words from pouring out of my mouth, "you've got a pretty smile too. You ought to smile more." I blushed and pulled my hand away. No, it wouldn't work. If I fell for him, how could I stand battling him in a contest? I know I'd let him win. And if he fell for me we'd just both try and throw the match for one another. We looked out on the ocean as he gently started to hold my hand. I shivered, loving the electricity racing up my spine, but pulled my hand away. I had to stop this now.

"Oh," Drew said quietly, feeling rejected. "Guess you don't like me like that. I'm such an idiot. I'm dumber than Ash. Ash is an idiot, but even he knows not to listen to an idiot like him. Why would I think that when he said you liked me it was true?"

"Drew, I do like you," I said, lightly touching his shoulder. He caught my eyes.

"Just not as more than friends," He said, his voice still soft. There was that magical moment again, where two lover's eyes lock and they can't look away. My heart overflowed with emotion, bouncing around in my chest so loud I knew even Ash and Misty could hear it over their screaming. But nobody stopped us this time, and it was just going on and on…I finally managed to tear my gaze away with a flush.

"No, more than friends," I gave a sad little smile. He looked baffled, a rare thing for him, his mouth slightly open, eyes wide. It was so comical. I reached up and closed his mouth with a giggle, "something's going to fly in there if you're not careful." I turned to walk to Ash and Misty, "Guys, come on! Stop fighting!"

"Wait, May!" Drew called, grabbing my wrist and yanking me back, uncomfortably close. His arms curled around my waist, bringing my face close to his. "I like you, and you like me, but you don't want to do anything romantic? If that's true, that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."

"Drew, listen for a second," I tried, shifting in his grasp. He frowned down at me. "You're right, I do like you. But I need to concentrate on my career as a pokémon coordinator." He leaned forward a few inches to touch his lips to mine, I gasped, feeling dizzy. "Okay, don't do that."

"How come?" He asked.

"Well, I need to concentrate on my career, like I said."

"And this is my response to that," he smirked, giving a quick kiss again. I felt light headed, it was so blissful, my eyes half closed, but I shook it off. "And you can still think about your career. Lots of people have a relationship while they're focusing on a career. Besides, you were never that good of a coordinator anyway."

"Ignoring that last comment, and if we were in a relationship, could we really compete against each other?" I inquired. Suddenly, we looked over at a scream from Ash and Misty, bringing out there pokeballs.

"I challenge you to a battle, Satoshi!" She screamed.

"Bring it, Kasumi!" He waved her on.

"Okay, that's just really bad timing," I sighed, looking back at him. He smiled down at me, and the hundreds of reasons I had drifted away on a passing cloud. His eyes were so beautiful, I had always liked green eyes.

"So what other reasons do you have?" He inquired.

"I'm a little scared, relationships are always freaky, and this would be my first serious one," I blurted, my face hot. "And I know that sounds really stupid, I know it does, but it happens and I've read of it in romance novels too, so I don't think I'm the only one and-"

"May, stop talking," he murmured, and kissed me again. (A/N: Here's your stupid kissing scene…) I felt my legs go weak beneath me as he pulled me in tighter and pressed harder, deepening the kiss. He licked my lower lip, and my lips parted without my consent. I surprised myself with a moan as we got to first base. I felt him smirk a bit, proud of his little accomplishment. I nipped his lips, trying to get revenge, but he gave a groan of pleasure.

"Sadomasochist," I giggled. He grinned and pulled away as well, beginning to slowly kiss and nip the flesh of my neck. I was still moaning when Ash and Misty started screaming get a room, then raced far away. I smiled anyway, because I discovered that making out was really, really…well, sexy.

(DAML is over, here's the AAML. I changed it to third person, no POV guys.)

"Ew, it's nice that they got together, but all I want to see is a quick kiss to show it, not tongue action. And do they have to be so loud about it?" Misty wrinkled her nose, almost gagging at the sound echoing in her mind.

"Oh, and you're one to say something. You moaned pretty loud when we were making out," Ash grinned back wickedly. Misty frowned and slammed him into the sand, lying on top of him with her lips curled in a snarl.

"Don't you ever mention it again, I was acting and you know it. I was saving your butt, big time."

"You saved me from some fangirls, thanks a lot," He rolled his eyes. "You were moaning even after they left us alone," he smiled. "You were really, really loud. You're just a loud person in general, aren't you? Can't imagine what you'd sound like when you're having-"

"Don't even think about finishing that sentence," She said, her cheeks red. "And you were moaning too, you kept kissing long after they were gone. And you weren't exactly quiet in other regions either," she narrowed her eyes. Now it was Ash's turn to redden.

"Okay, you win."

"Great," She giggled, rolling off of him and lying next to him in the sand bank. "What's my prize?"

"Wanna cookie?" He smiled, beckoning Pikachu over to us. The fluffy creature shoved the cookie into her hands, licked her cheek, and raced back to his companion. Misty frowned, unsure of where the cookie had been. "I told Pikachu to save it for me, I'm sure it's as clean as when I grabbed it off the plate."

"Are you positive?" She asked.

"No, of course not," he scoffed. "But it can't be that bad, nothing worse than sand. Since when do you care?"

"Since you and your pokémon have been running around with it," she teased. She bit the cookie in half, frowning as something crunched under her teeth, but bit through it anyway. She sucked away the cookie and pulled out the object.

"What's this?"

"It's a ring from one of those twenty five cent things. I wanted to do something romantic, but I knew that you'd bite through silver with those jaws of yours," Ash grinned. He pulled out another ring from his pocket, this one silver, and offered it to her with a smile. "Ya wanna go steady, Mist? We've been together a lot, and if you like me, it's easier just to go for it all instead just one date," he smiled.

"Oh, Ash!" Misty said, throwing herself on top of him again. "Of course I will you idiot!" She kissed him lightly on the lips.

"Okay, can we get a room before we start making out, because you are really freaking loud," he laughed a bit. She whacked him lightly, then nodded. "Let's go back to the country club, there's an upstairs girls bathroom that I heard has a lock and a couch."

"Perfect," Misty smiled. "At least May really did get a super Sweet Sixteen."