Okay, here's another idea from EVAN AAML! It's contestshipping! I added my own little twist in here. My friend sent me something called "TWENTY NINE LINES TO MAKE YOU SMILE", and I'm using a bunch of them in here, as shown in bold. Here we go! It starts out with Ash and Misty, but that's just to get them out of the way. It's all DAML, okay? This is for you, my little contestshippers!

"I know you two are best friends, but do you really have to share everything?" May giggled, looking down at Ash and Misty, lying on the top and bottom bunk in the bunk bed, both moaning with sickness and fever. "Don't worry, the medicine will kick in soon."

"Yup, NyQuil, the stuffy, sneezy, why-the-hell-is-the-room-spinning medicine," Natty giggled, holding up the bottle and shaking it at them. "We had to get something to shut you two up. And what better way than to knock you out, you little love-bugs."

"You know, some people are only alive because it's illegal to kill them," Misty glared. She yawned and snuggled down deeper under the covers, facing the wall when the medicine started kicking in. "Oh my Ho-Oh, the room really is spinning," she groaned.

"Ugh, consciousness: that annoying time between naps." Ash grinned sleepily, then rolled over himself.

"Idiot," Misty snapped. "can you guys get out of here? We're not leaving bed today."

"Okay, two things. One, I'm not a complete idiot—some parts are just missing. And two, they call it PMS because Mad Cow Disease was already taken!" He shouted down at her, the grabbed at his head. "I gave myself a headache."

"Well, I'm leaving before I catch something," May said, leaping up with Natty hot on her heels. "I've got a contest today. I can't believe we had to go out and get NyQuil in the middle of the night. I guess it's the least I could do since Mrs. Ketchum is letting Max, Drew, Misty and me stay here."

"I can't believe you all fit in this house," Natty rolled her eyes to the ceiling with surprise.

"Morning girls! Thank you so much for running out last night, May. Do you two want breakfast?" Mrs. Ketchum asked as they entered the kitchen, turning from the stove. May nodded eagerly and sat down, while Natty shook her head no and edge towards the door.

"Ah, Ham and eggs…a day's work for a chicken, a lifetime commitment for a pig," She sighed. "No thank you, Mrs. Ketchum. It looks delicious, but I have chores to do today. I was just visiting Gary to get some of my stuff back and thought it'd be nice to drop by. I've got to go to the preserve."

"You live on a pokémon preserve?" Max gasped.

"You broke up with Gary again? Why?" May asked.

"Uh, well, let's just say my boyfriend and I broke up over religious differences. He thought he was God and I didn't. See you later, I'll be at the contest," she smirked at Drew and May. "I simply can't wait to see you there. Toodles." She shut the door behind her.

"She sounds like evil psychopath," Drew mumbled.

"Poor thing must suffer from insanity," Max agreed.

"I don't suffer from insanity; I enjoy every minute of it," She popped in one last time.

"She pops in out of nowhere, isn't that cute?" Mrs. Ketchum smiled. "Eat your breakfast kids, you have a hard day ahead of you. I've seen you both in contests, you're very good. Is there something going on between you two?"

"What? No!" May shouted, red. Drew smirked and flicked his hair with a confident air.

"Please, May wishes." Drew said, finishing up the last of his food. "Thank you for the delicious breakfast. I should head down to the contest arena. I need the extra time to sign autographs," He said, beginning to clear his plate.

"Oh, I'll do that," Mrs. Ketchum smiled taking it from his hands. "I wish you good luck at the contest, Drew. I'm sure you'll wipe the competition away." He smiled and nodded, heading for the door. Mrs. Ketchum looked after him leave. "He's a very handsome boy, May. Are you sure there's nothing going on between you two? I've heard a lot from Ash and Misty about you two. But, then again, they seem to use it as a distraction so they stop being told they're in love." She glanced back at May. "Shouldn't you be heading off too, dear?"

"I should!" May nodded, grabbing up her stuff and trying to clean her plate at the same time.

"Just go on, May. I'll clean it up, just hurry! You don't want to be late, do you? I thought you'd leave earlier than Drew, since you left your make-up and such in your locker at the contest arena, didn't you?"

"I did! But…it's not my fault!" She wailed, rushing out the door. "Drew was talking all last night and keeping me up, I don't know when he fell asleep, but it was after me, and he still woke up earlier! How is that possible? I hate him! He's horrible! He's mean and-"

"Handsome and a total dreamboat. He's so sweet the way he gives me roses," Max giggled in a girly voice that sounded quite like May. She shrieked and glared at him, not breaking her stride. "Yeah, I've been reading your diary again. Sorry, but it's so funny!"

"Where'd you learn to pick locks?" May growled.

"I'm not supposed to tell," Max grinned. His sister glared. "It was Misty. She picked the locks on her sister's diary all the time. Us younger siblings have to stick together, you know!" He said gleefully. "You better beat me there, or I'm telling Drew!" He laughed.

"Max, don't take life too seriously, no one gets out alive, and I've got your ticket out of here!" She screamed. Max gave a frightened yell as his sister gained, this was going to hurt…

"So, you're May?" Came a snide voice behind her. May turned in her chair, looking up at the girl.

"Uh, yeah. Who are you?"

"April," she said, extending her hand. May reached out to shake it, but the girl yanked it away and ran it through her strawberry blond hair to reveal stunning gray eyes. "So you're May, that famous coordinator? After all I heard I was expecting, I don't know, something…more?"

"What do you mean?" May asked.

"Well, you're a mess.. Your clothes don't really seem to fit, you know they're tight, but tight like you're too fat to be wearing them type, you could stand to tighten a bit, or at least get a bigger size. Maybe you should get some volumizer for your hair, you know, shampoo and conditioner with volumizing action. After all, it's a little deflated, and you ought to pop it up a bit, not sixties style, but give it some life. It's not all that sleek and shining and, really? That make up? You should go to a salon to have it done, a really good one too, you're not very good at applying it yourself. It'll be a little pricey, but I'm sure a family like yours can afford it, the gym's doing well, isn't it?" May's mouth dropped open and she took shallow breaths, trying to stop the tears brimming her eyes. "If you're half as bad a coordinator as your appearance suggests, this contest ought to be a breeze. For me, that is." May turned away from her, back to the mirror. Her hands shook with anger and withheld tears. "Oh, you're not going to cry, are you May? I've heard Drew hates crybabies."

"What do you know about Drew?" She whispered, putting her stuff away in her bag. She looked back up, but the young woman in the mirror was smiling back at her, an evil smile. It reminded her of Jessie from Team Rocket.

"Oh, I know plenty. See, boys all work the same, May, it's really not that hard to reel one in once you get the hang of it." She unbottuned the bottom half of her blouse and tied the edges, then pulled the top of her shirt apart until a good amount of cleavage showed. "That should do the trick. Good luck at the contest, May. You'll need it," she grinned, stalking off. She passed Natty, coming down the hall with a cupcake in hand. "Don't you think you should be counting calories?" She sniggered, snatching the cupcake from Natty's bewildered hand and tossing it into a nearby trashcan.

"You…" Natty's eyes widened. "Uh, two reasons I shouldn't is that health food is icky and I hate math. And a good way to tell when I should start is when I can't count my ribs when I suck in my stomach. That's my foolproof plan to tell me to loose weight. I'm safe for now!" She said, smiling and walking past the girl. "Have a great day."

"Freak."

"You're just jealous because the voice only talk to me!" She plopped down next to May and growled like a Mightyena. "What. A. Bitch." Natty gasped, sliding in next to May. "Don't cry, little prep, you'll ruin that pretty mascara of yous." She tossed her a tissue to dab her eyes. "Those are some weak insults, May. Trust me. Don't cry you big baby." She frowned at May's choking breaths. She leaned forward and gave the girl a quick hug. "You never, ever let them see you cry, okay? It's alright to cry, as long as you don't let them see it." She pulled back when me gave a watery 'yes'. "And if you tell anyone I did that, I will totally kill you."

"Nothing ever happened," May agreed. "But thanks for not hugging me. You like me deep, deep down, don't you?"

"You know, I used to have a handle on this life, but it broke," She sighed. "I don't like you!"

"You do, don't you?"

"Shut up and get on that stage May, besides, I think you might like what you see," she winked, spinning around and darting off into the corridor. "And I'll keep psycho-bitch away from Drew, don't worry!

"I might like what I see?" May said cluelessly. "Huh?" She leaped up to go out on stage, she was up next and she really hoped it was someone easy.

"May." Came a voice behind her. She turned and jumped. Drew was right in her face, barely a centimeter away, a blush staining both their cheeks. "I just wanted to wish you good luck. I do want to face you in the finals, you know. So you better do good," he said, his voice low.

"Well," May whispered quietly, a sense of pride welling up at her for finally beating him at something. "So I'd better do well. Proper grammar says that, you really should work on your English." It wasn't awkward, the silence. It was soothing, calming…romantic? Whatever it was, she didn't want to break it.

"I guess you're right," he finally said, stepping back with a nod. "See you in the finals. You ought to get on stage, don't you think?" He smiled, releasing the spell he had put on her. She leaped in the air, startled.

"Oh, frick!" She squeaked, rushing to the stage. Drew's laughter haunting her from behind.

"Oh, look, everyone, Our competitor decided to show up after all. Let's get a round of applause from the infamous May Maple!" May froze in her tracks ,not daring to look over at the judges table. She knew that voice, and it definitely wasn't the usual MC. "It's great for you to finally show up May. Did you get caught up with a love interest of yours?" came the giggle. She looked over just far enough to see who it was, and face faulted.

"Not you!" She shouted. "Natty, why the hell are you the MC? Where's the usual one? Oh, I don't even care where the usual one is! Why would they pick you of all people? Your voice is higher than mine for Ho-oh's sake!"

"I'm rich here," Natty shrugged. "I can do what I please. In this case, the regular got laryngitis and here I am. Unfortunately, Mr. Man who said I could says I can't swear and I have to keep it PG, which really puts a drizzle on my sunny day," she sighed and leaped onto a judges counter and crossed her legs. "Can you see fine? Because I don't really like standing all that much, I'm quite lazy."

"You'd rather stay in bed all day?" Scoffed April.

"At least I'm by myself!" Natty screamed. "Unlike you, you skan…dinavian baby who can't sleep without her mommy!" She corrected herself and cleared her throat. "Sorry, I caught myself. I did. Besides, April, maybe you should be a little nicer since I gave you a hint?" She smiled.

"What?" May asked.

"Didn't Natty tell you? She's decided to help me instead. She told me how one of her best female friends who wasn't that great with make up battles," April glared at her. May turned to Natty, her eyes filled with betrayal.

"Natty, I know you don't like me but…you wouldn't," She gasped.

"Yeah, she did. I have to say, I've never heard that particular rumor before. I probably would've picked up on it if I had ever watched you battle. Magical leaf and vine whip!" she released a venusaur onto the stage. It sent out a magical leaf and slapped each one from the air, causing it to fall from the sky in a beautiful display. (A/N: I know nothing of beauty. Okay? I have more freaking testosterone than Ash! Sorry, you'll just have to make up some pretty display) "You only use water pokémon? That's a pretty bad strategy, especially for contests. There's not a lot of pretty water types."

Meanwhile…

"The wrath of water types should be brought down upon the dark one's head!" Misty shouted, sitting up and gasping for air.

"Misty, what the hell?" Ash groaned. "My head hurts. Stop shouting."

"Oh, Ash. I just had the worst nightmare that some pretty really nasty mean girl was saying that water pokémon aren't cute and only using them is a bad strategy. It was just a nightmare, wasn't it Ash?"

"Of course it was Misty, don't panic. Go back to sleep," Ash said, reaching up to squeeze her hand. "It's just a nightmare."

Sorry, had to do it! Back to May and Drew…

"Water pokémon?" May blinked. "I don't…I only have one water pokémon," She giggled, her laughs came harder at the expression on April's face. "Is that the secret Natty told you? Because that's…that's not me at all!"

"But, no! You said," she turned to glare at Natty, then back to May. "No. She said that she hated you. That you were just too high and mighty for your own good. That you were so concerned about your appearance and your crush and you never shut up about him…you set me up!" She bellowed.

"Me?" Natty asked innocently. "Oh my, oh my gosh. I feel terrible. Oh, April, I was talking Misty who only used water types, she's the Cerulean gym leader. Oh, stupid, silly me. And I was complaining about my boyfriend who's high and mighty. But May?" She smiled. "Oh no, April. I wasn't talking about her at all. Maybe just maybe if I had finished that cupcake earlier I would have had the energy to fill in those blanks for you. Stupid, stupid me," Natty whacked her forehead. "Now, let the match begin."

DUE TO THE AUTHOR'S INCOMPETENCE WITH CONTESTS, THIS PART SHALL BE LEFT BLANK. HERE'S WHAT YOU NEED TO KNOW: MAY SENT OUT A COMBUSKEN AND WON IN A TREMENDOUS BATTLE OF GLORY. YOU ALL MUST HATE ME. I HATE MY WRITING.

"I lost?" April whispered, her eyes widening. She started to tremble and fell to her knees. "I can't have lost! I don't loose! I've done contests for five years, and I haven't lost once! How could I loose to you now?" She glared around. "It was all your fault!" She shouted at Natty.

"You are the weakest link, goodbye," she waved. "Get off the stage."

"No! I want a rematch!" She pounded her fist into the ground. Tears welled up in her eyes and she looked around, still raging. "It's not fair! You can't win! Harley said you're insecure! You had people help!"

"It's not my fault I don't drive people away," May smirked. Then it faltered. "But really, it's jut a contest, don't take it so hard."

"Oh, you aren't going to cry, are you, April?" Natty grinned. "You lost the contest, you lost your dreams, and soon you'll loose the guy. What a crappy day you must be having," she sighed. "Are we going to need to get security to get you out of here?"

"No!" She said, rushing off. "And I will get the guy. If nothing else, I'm getting Drew."

"No you don't!" May shouted, chasing after her.

"There's the girl who locked me in the closet!" The regular MC pointed in Natty's direction. "Gagged and bound me in a chair."

"I said I'd give you a muffin! And I was about to come get you!" She retorted, hands on her hips.

"GET HER!"

"Ugh, bad day," she huffed racing off in the opposite direction. It was going to be a loooooooooooong day.

"Hey, Drew!" April shouted, coming up to Drew and twisting him around.

"No!" May screamed, only a few feet behind. "Damn," she whimpered as April slammed her lips onto Drew's rather harshly. His eyes widened (mostly in pain but there was some shock involved). "Wow, that has to hurt. That's probably going to bruise. Poor thing," May froze and whimpered. "Poor Drew? Poor me! I can't believe I lost! I thought I was a fast runner!" May fell to her knees, trying not to cry.

"What the f---!" Drew leaped away holding his hand over his mouth. "That hurt!"

"Sorry," She smiled seductively, pressing up against him. "You want me to be gentler this time?"

"No! I don't want you to do that ever again, that's what I want!" Drew shouted, backing away. "I don't know if you're aware of this, but I'm fourteen with a respect for women that's been beaten into me by family, a friend, and some weird girl who stalks my friends and me around. I'm not really into the one night stand kind of thing, even if the rating's PG-13. I don't even know you."

"My name's April, and you're Drew. See now we know each other," she smiled, leaning forward again.

"Stop!" He shouted, leaping back. "Just stop already! I don't like you! I don't know you! After this, I'm not sure I want to know you and…April? You were the one who was a total bitch to May, and something about a cupcake," he waved his hand dismissively. "I got the information from the weird girl you were mean to, she obsessed about the cupcake more than you being mean to May but that's not important." Drew pulled a rose out and twirled it in between his fingers. "I only give my flowers to one special girl, one I know very well, and like very much." He walked over and brought May to her feet, handing her the rose.

"Not fair!" April screamed, starting to cry. She stomped her foot like a spoiled rotten little rich girl. "It's not fair at all! I want Drew! I want to win! Why does she get it all? She's not pretty like me!"

"Because then I couldn't say 'April showers bring May flowers!' (A/N: EVAN AAML's idea!) Take that April! Also, I'm going to come and beat you up later fro trying to steal May's boyfriend. That's not nice. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to run from a mob," Natty shouted from the roof then scrambled away.

"So, you choose me?" May blinked, looking up at him. She flushed and shook her head. "I didn't mean it like that. I meant, uh, you know, like, friend-ish?" She gave him her best smile and tried to cover up her mistakes.

"You're such a bad liar," Drew chuckled. "You really ought to take a chance."

"Why don't you take a chance then?" She retorted, crossing her arms and glaring at him.

"Fine. For the next fifteen seconds, the opportunity is open to you, May Maple, to kiss me," he smiled cheekily. "Starting…now. Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen…" Look at her face, she's never gong to pull it off. You should just lean down and kiss her. He thought to himself.

"Oh boy," May said, shifting. Only seven seconds left. What if he was joking? What if he was serious? Was it wroth it? No. It wasn't worth it, right? She found her hand reaching up of it's own accord and pulling him forward by the collar to touch her lips to his, just a touch that just kept going. Totally worth it, she thought to herself, pulling back. "There, I took a chance. What do you say to that, Drew?"

His fingers touched his lips, like a girl in a clichéd romance novel. Then, he said the most wonderful words she had ever heard, "I think April bruised my lips because that really hurt. I really wasn't expecting that."

"Oh, sorry. I wasn't sure if you were joking and-"

"Can we do it again?"

IMPORTANT: I'm changing my name to Bittersweet Romanticide, I don't know why I'm changing it. I just am.

We are almost at one hundred reviews people! Whew! You are awesome!

Oh, and to Julie: Yes I do want to know how to make poffins. I have pokémon Diamond because Palkia looked really stupid. Glad you support me in my only character hatred.

Contestshipper: I'm working on the chocolate one too, don't worry, it'll up soon.