A/N: Can you say "internet connection is evil and got me all freaky in my reviews because I repeatedly had to resend and retype things because of the freaking 1000000000 feet of snow outside my house in which I had to trudge through anyway because my school didn't want to close anymore."
Because of that, I'd just like to thank everyone who reviewed last chapter, just in case my reply didn't get through. You know how these connections are –shakes head sadly-.

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May sat, one leg crossed over the other, sunning herself in her collapsible chair while waiting for registration to open up. She'd been to contests before, seven of them, in fact. She'd never had to wait in line before, though. This was a popular contest. Very popular. Jees, maybe she should have just skipped it and moved on to the next town. She'd have a better chance at winning with less competition around. That would be the smart thing to do. But, this would be a fantastic place to practice coordinating. She could pick up plenty of new ideas around her. Two sides to every coin, she guessed.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but could you move?"

May opened one eye and stared up. He was interesting enough. Green eyes she'd seen. Green hair was new. He did manage to pull off the strange purple and green look somehow. Very pretty for a guy. She did feel like she knew him from somewhere. "Pardon?" She asked, flashing a smile. "I've been daydreaming. I'm kinda out of it. A sleepless night will do that to you."

"First contest?"

"First with a line," She sighed.

He chuckled. "You'll get used to it in a while. It's easier if you've got someone to talk to. You're traveling alone? A pretty girl like you."

"Ah, you're a flirt."

"Sad to say it's true."

"You wanted something, didn't you? And, please, don't say anything romantically hopeless. I already had some guy, think his name was Brock, practically attack me with romance. If you've got a sister, tell her to stay away from him. I think he's a closet rapist or something."

"I'll be sure to tell her that," Drew grinned. "It sounds like a nightmare, running into him."

"Oh, no. He only did that once. Then he calmed down. Sure some redheaded girl had to drag him off of me, but the three of them did help my little bro Max find his zigzagoon. Dang thing's always getting loose. I hate the little creature but Mac grew some sort of bond with it so…" She shrugged. "Nice guys, though. The three off them really got us out of trouble from Team…Space Shuttle or something."

"Team Rocket," Drew chuckled. "All the rage in Kanto. Try to steer clear from them."

"Trust me, I will."

"Your brother isn't into contests, I take it? That, or he completely and totally ditched his older sister for…what?"

"The pokémon center. He's a trainer. If I want to keep my coordinator's spot in line, I have to wait. He can waltz into a gym any time he feels like, but I've got to wait forever in this boring line. Figures I finish all my books the day before I really need them."

"He have any badges?"

She smirked. "Tried for three, earned one out of pity.

"A victory for older siblings everywhere."

"You oldest?"

"No, youngest."

"Don't say I'm lucky until you've met my older sister. She's a master or torture and darkness. I swear, she made me cry the first time she held me…and she did it on purpose. You may have to get annoyed by a younger sibling, but you don't get the crap beaten out of you.

"We get in trouble for beating you up."

"Yeah, but you deserve that."

"You deserve getting hit for being so annoying! You younger siblings always start it and you never get in trouble with parents! You usually need to get your faces beat to a pulp to knock some sense into you and teach you a lesson about life!"

"What?"

"It's true."

"Younger siblings don't start it."

"They always do."

"I'm going to have to disagree with you. I can think of several occasions on which my sister started it."

"Kudos to you, you warped your memory. Younger sibs always start it."

"They do not."

"Yes they do."

"No they…you said your brother had a zigzagoon, didn't you?" Drew said, fighting the smile threatening to appear on his face. The little creature jumped about merrily, crashing into trainers as it made it's way down the line, just happy to be alive.

"Please don't tell me it's out of it's pokéball."

"Alright, I won't tell you."

"ZagzagOON!" It cried happily.

"Not again!" May moaned. "How does the stupid thing always get free? I'm going to loose my place in line now trying to get that thing! After I waited all night, too! Oh, when I find Max I'm gonna kill him for screwing all this up for me. I'm nothing but nice to him and…ugh! Get back here you stupid ugly thing!"

"It's always the stupid ones that manage to break free."

"What's it got in its mouth?"

(I've got a shiny! I've got a shiny! And I stole it from a fat guy!) It chanted with a cheerful tune, tossing its "shiny" up in the air with delight. The shiny happened to be a bottle cap, one of the many items zigzagoon would add to its ever growing collection of stuff. Zigazagoons adored stuff.

"Looks like a bottle cap."

"Where'd he get that?"

"With my best guess? He said he got it from a fat guy, but I could be wrong."

"Ugh, great. It stole something else. Here goes another awkward conversation with a stranger."

"It does this often?"

"At least four times a week. Sometimes it's every single day. Depends on the mood it's in."

"And it gets away from you every time?"

"Uh-huh."

"And Max?"

"He can catch him without a problem."

"Ooh, tough."

"Tell me about it," May muttered. "Steals something shiny and scrambles off. You want to chase it? I'll give you something nice. Tell you what, if you can catch him, you can have its entire horde of shinies. It's perfect. He'll get to start from scratch and you'll have a lovely collection to show your folks."

"I won't chase it."

"I figured as much."

"I have nothing against bribery though," He chuckled. He plucked on orange cube from his vest pocket and extended it to the bouncing creature not too far in front of him. "Do you think it'll eat this? I need to brush up on pokémon nature, because I can't ever remember what nature goes with what color."

(Food?) It gasped and twitched with wonder. (I LOVE FOOD! In fact, I have to eat or I'll die…)

"It'll eat it. It'll eat anything, but you don't need to waste a pokeblock on that! Save it for your own pokémon, really. It's no trouble for me to go and get it. If you could just stay very, very still while I try to catch the crazy little monster, that's all the help I'm going to need from you." She gritted her teeth.

"Are you sure? Because I would love to help you out."

"No, no. It's fine. Thanks for being a gentleman."

"It's no trouble. What kind of person wouldn't help out?"

"Don't talk. You might startle it away."

"You're just trying to stop me from offering you help."

"Uh-huh, now quiet." She turned her attention to the truant pokémon. "Here, Ziggy. Come here. You cute little unfaithful monster of a thing."

(I love food, yes I do! I love food, how 'bout you?) Ziggy danced delightedly. His eyes shone at the sight of food in Drew's hand, just a few feet away. (You've got food. You can be my new friend. You know what friends do. They share. Share! Share?)

"That's a nice song, Ziggy. I adore it. I think it's fantastic. Hey, I've got an idea, Ziggy. You could, I don't know, come here you ungrateful monster," May tried again, swiping at him pathetically and landing on the sidewalk while zigzagoon scooted sideways. "Ugh!"

"Comfortable?" Drew mocked.

"Oh, shut up!" May snapped.

"Well, you gave me a perfect opening. Denying my help and now you're embarrassing yourself to top it all off. It's a sarcastic kid's paradise."

"Yeah well, it's not nearly so nice for me. I almost never get it on the first try but I just keep hoping I will. I've got to go and chase it now and…hmm? Why's it still here?"

"I'm still got food." Drew chuckled. "Somebody wants a treat. Bribery never fails." He tilted the cube invitingly in his hand, listening to his new fuzzy friend's happy squeals at the sight. "Oh, do you want it, Ziggy? I'm happy to give it to you, all for free, not a trick in sight. Does that sound good to you, little buddy?"

(Freeeeeeeeeeeee food.)

"Uh-huh, it's free all right. But you have to come here for it."

Ziggy gazed mistrustfully at the newcomer. (…Throw it.)

"Come here. I'm not going to throw it, if that's what you're thinking."

(Then it's not free! I have to walk for it.)

"Come on, I won't hurt you. I just want to feed you. You want to be fed, huh? Everyone wants to be fed. I used to volunteer at a soup kitchen, I love to feed things." He waved the treat back and forth in front of Ziggy's nose, though still a considerable distance away. "Come here and it's all yours. It's all free, Ziggy. I have a new friend here who really doesn't want you to run away. Why can't you come here?"

(Hmm, this seems like a bad idea.)

"Come on, no tricks."

(It's like…I want to be fancy. I wonder if anyone around here knows the French word for déjà vu?)

"You are a stubborn little rat, huh? May, you're right. Most pokémon come right here. He looks like he's thinking about it though. That's better than nothing." He twisted the treat again. "Ziggy?"

(Oh, I think I'm about to have…ugh, now I want to be normal. Wonder if anyone knows the English word for flashback?)

"I think it looks like it's brain broke from thinking too hard," May mumbled dejectedly.

(Huh, isn't this what happened last time I got sucked up inside a pokéball? You know what? I think it is. I got pokefood then the kid got closer and he threw a rock at me so I shrieked and played dead and then it threw another pokeblock so I ate it and then I was inside the bad place. Then again, what are the chances of it happening twice? It's like lightning or something.)

"What if I offered two?" Drew pulled out another orange pokeblock from his pocket and flashed them both tauntingly. "Same rules. All you have to do is come here and they're all yours, Ziggy. I won't even try and take the second one away while you're eating the first."

"You would do that?" May gasped.

"No, but other people would."

(Well, that changes the situation entirely!) Ziggy cried. He leapt forward, doing a happy twist in the air before landing. He spun in a circle three or four times, fell on his face, got up, tried to do it again, then finally settled down with a big grin at Drew. (Free food!)

"There we go, I'm not so bad, am I?" Drew said, affectionately petting the creature on the head.

"Not to the pokémon," She muttered under her breath.

He smirked at May. "Well, look there. I'm a people person and a wild pokémon catcher. Those are great qualities in a boyfriend, if I do say so myself."

"So that's what all this is," she grinned casually. "It's a very good attempt to get a date. I have to admit you really had me going there for a second. I thought you cared about the pokémon," May teased. She settled back in her chair and Drew settled on the sidewalk.

"But I do care."

"I don't believe you."

"Aw, but I do."

"Really? You do?" She said, still unconvinced.

"Of course I do," Drew said, pulling out a mirror.

"What are you doing with that?"

"Having some fun, what else?" He made the sunlight reflect off of the mirror and onto the sidewalk for Ziggy to chase. If not, I wouldn't have wasted two pokeblocks and my cool guy reputation to keep this guy with the loving home where he belongs."

"You have a cool guy reputation?"

"And the girls go wild over it."

"Oh, yeah, I'm sure they go wild for you. What, do you have your own TV show or something?"

"No, but girls really do like me. I'm popular."

She snorted. "Okay, you seem real cool to me. You seem more the sensitive, poetic type to me."

"I was hoping a lovely girl like you would adore the poetic type."

"What do my looks have to do with what kind of guy I like?"

"Good question."

"Do you have an answer?"

"Good question."

"Will you say anything besides 'good question'?"

"Good question."

"Are you a vicious pokémon beater?"

"I'll have to say no to that one," Drew grinned, managing to get Ziggy to do a back flip of the far wall before chasing the light again. "Your brother had an amazing pokémon on his hands. You better keep it. Whether he wants to stick in battling or go for contests or both. Don't let this thing go."

"Humph, amazing pokémon," She scoffed.

"It is an amazing pokémon."

"Yeah, yeah." A hand reached over to Drew and plucked the mirror from his hands. May pressed the mirror to her chest, making the light disappear from the area. Ziggy began to twitch madly, shrieking insanely and running in circles wondering where his new friend went. "Real amazing."

"He is," Drew grinned, taking back the mirror. "He's just a little slow. That doesn't mean he's bad at this."

"He's very slow."

"No…"

"He's mentally retarded slow."

"But he's so agile and energetic."

"And hyper."

"Gee Pollyanna. You sure have a bright outlook on life," Drew rolled his eyes, glad to see a touch of red on her cheeks. He presumed it was from embarrassment, not the sun. "Are you usually this cynical, or do you just hate this poor pokémon?"

"I can't help it."

"Why?"

"It's a secret."

"Aw, tell your new friend. He's great at keeping secrets."

"Ziggy's great at keeping secrets?"

"Leave the sarcasm to me, alright? You're bad at it."

May sighed. "I used to be terrified of pokémon. Ziggy's just too hyper for me to ignore. He just brings up all my old fears about pokémon. He's scary, as stupid as that sounds. And don't ask me why I'm afraid of them, I don't want to talk about it. Just know it's a bad combination of family and pokémon."

"But what about your own pokémon, don't they scare you any?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"Because they don't move nearly as much as Ziggy does."

"You know, I think I'm starting to get attached to little Ziggy."

"You want to buy him?"

"Isn't that illegal?"

"No it's not."

"Oh, so you have the right to sell me this pokémon?"

"Yup."

"So you caught him?"

"Nope."

"Then you bought him?"

"Nope."

"Then how do you own him?"

"Well, I own my brother and he owns Ziggy so I own Ziggy. It's the transitive property. You've never used it since school, might as well find some way to work it into real life. Hey, I'll say you Ziggu for a dollar. I'd take a penny. Heck, I'll pay you to take this little ball of…fun away."

"I think you should keep it and face that fear of yours."

"Ugh, no."

"Aw, but you need to face your fear, May."

"And why is that?"

"The world is full of pokémon. You've got to get over it sooner or later. A lot of them can smell fear. In fact, I think every pokémon can smell fear. It makes them angry at you for being a coward, that you they think you're prey. Either way they're definitely going to attack."

"That's a lie."

"Nope, a study proved it."

"What study?"

"My study."

"You did a study?"

"I could've."

"But you didn't."

"So what if I didn't. I come up with an excuse awfully fast. That deserves some credit."

"And how do I give that credit?"

"By believing me."

"If you go out, you do a study, and then you come back to me with evidence. I'll believe you then."

"No you won't. You're stubborn."

"Aren't you supposed to be charming when you're trying to get a date? You started out so well, too. You were such a prince charming, you know? Now all you do is insult me and tell me how I'm going to be attacked by wild pokémon. That's not charming at all. It turns out you're just like all the other guys I've been around. I've tried dating quite a few. I think it's turned me cynical. Congrats, you've added to my hatred of all males on this planet. You're just like everyone else."

"I'm sorry."

"No you're not."

"I don't believe you know me well enough to make that judgment. Unless there's a polygraph test involved or you have a history in some secret organization, you can't assume everyone has the same tells. I could be telling the truth, and am just showing my signs of being guilty."

"Everyone has the same tells."

"Oh really? What are they?"

"Too many to list."

"Fine, which did I show?"

"Well, you didn't make eye contact. You've done that every time you've told a lie or something you weren't sure about. You look away all proud of yourself. Perhaps you should learn how to lie better, huh? I…oh, dammit! Ziggy! Drop that soda can out of your mouth you idiot! You're going to choke! Do you know how upset Max is going to be if you choke you stupid thing? Do you? Now drop it."

"You shouldn't be so cruel to him."

"He doesn't respond to kindness."

"He doesn't respond to violence from what I can tell either. Maybe it's just you?"

"Shut up."

"Well it's true. He doesn't seem to care much about you."

"No, he doesn't."

"Wonder why he hates you."

"He doesn't hate me."

"Oh, he just doesn't respect you, is that right?"

"He does respect me, for your information!"

"I can tell."

"Oh, shut up. You're so cocky."

"I think it knows you're afraid of it."

"No it doesn't! It's just a stupid pokémon! Do you know why it does everything it does? Do you? No, so stop acting like you know it all! You don't know it all. The reason it doesn't respond to anything is because it's a stupid creature that chases anything shiny. It's form the "pick-up" all zigzagoon have. He's just more hyper in his pursuit. He's getting his treasure to add to his horde, and he thinks I'm going to steal it from him. That's why he won't come. That's why he won't haul his stupid, fat butt over here. If the stupid thing had any desire other than "get the shiny" maybe he'd listen and come when he's called and not have to go to the Pokémon Center again to fix the cuts from the broken coke bottle."

"Well, it's not so stupid of him."

"What do you mean?"

"You said it won't come over because…?"

"It thinks I'm going to steal its stuff."

"You were planning on doing just that."

"But that's just instinct."

"No, it's intelligence."

"No it's not!"

"He drew a conclusion from data. That's intelligence."

"Then why can't he draw the conclusion that biting down on a coke can, like before, will do the same thing last time and cute his little tongue open?"

"Insanity is doing the same thing over and over again and expecting different results."

"Nice. Remind me to quote you on that."

"I didn't say it."

"Who did?"

"I can't remember for the life of me."

"Brilliant," May deadpanned, starting to stand and chase after Ziggy.

"Sorry. We can't remember who said what all the time. We'd be much too busy with the person to consider the intelligence of the quote. Hmm, crap. It seems like Ziggy is trying to hide from you so he can bite into his sofa can. Ziggy? I can see you."

(No you can't.)

"Don't you dare bite that coke can, Ziggy."

(If I can't see you, then you can't see me, right?) Ziggy asked rhetorically. He closed his eyes and prepared to bit the can, but the boy's voice made him stop. He wasn't allowed and the boy could apparently see him, despite the fact that Ziggy had closed his eyes. This was very strange. How could this happen? He needed a new plan, and he needed one very fast.

"Do you think he'll stop now?"

"If not, I'll keep an eye on him."

"Thank you."

"Welcome."

They were quiet, watching Ziggy play with his pop bottle once more.

"You're awfully good at that. He stopped right in his tracks. How'd you get that to happen? He never does that for me. He never does that for Max, either. He just keeps on doing what he's doing. It always results in a trip to the Pokémon Center at the end of the day. It can't figure out what happens when it bites."

"How many times has this happened?"

"Seven."

"Lucky number."

"As if."

"Sounds like a laugh when you bring him in."

"No, it's hell."

"You're so negative."

"Because it is hell."

"Why?"

"Because it's horrible! Everyone always thinks that we're abusive owners because the annoying thing is in pain. Pokémon can have accidents, just like people do. I don't know why people seem unable to understand that. Besides, if you're going to hurt a pokémon, why would you go for it's mouth."

"So it can't eat and it starves?"

"That's horribly morbid."

"I was just trying to come up with ideas. You don't have to be so insulting about it."

"You were just talking about starving pokémon! I think that deserves an insult."

"Does Ziggy want a 'block?"

"Ziggy always wants a freaking block."

(I like food,) Ziggy said, lifting his head from licking the coke the best he can from the inside of the container.

"Oh, quit it."

"Stop what?"

"Giving him food! I can't ask you to waste all that food. He doesn't deserve a reward for being a little cretin anyway. You're just going to encourage his bad behavior. We'll never get him to behave if you keep spoiling him. No more pokeblocks for the day."

(Aw, no food.)

"One day and he'll be spoiled for life?"

"Yes."

"You're just worried about taking charity from a stranger."

"You're not giving me charity, you're forcing me to it. You don't need to do this. I'll get my brother and the thing can go back in its pokéball where it belongs."

"Fear makes you mean."

"I'm not mean!"

"You're being cruel to the pokémon!"

"Only because you're so exasperating."

"I'm exasperating? You're the one who's being so stubborn about helping this poor pokémon. I'm just trying to keep it form hurting itself but you have to deny my help and condemn this poor little creature to life inside a cramped pokéball. Come here, Ziggy."

"So none of your pokémon stay in pokéballs?"

"All my pokémon are dead."

"Oh my…I'm so sorry, I didn't know. I feel so bad. Oh, man. I'm so sorry!"

"Don't be. I was just kidding."

"WHAT?"

"Come here, Ziggy."

May rubbed her forehead tiredly, giving up on the argument she obviously wasn't going to win and focused on a new topic. "Why are you doing all this?"

"I was trying a new pokeblock recipe. I had some berried left over, I just threw them all in. I figured that it would be a good treat, even if it didn't end up raising any stats. It turns out all my pokémon hate orange, and white for some reason. Who would've guessed it? I need to get rid of it somehow, and this seems like a great way to do it. It's better than throwing them out or force feeding my pokémon."

"I know it wasn't just to help."

"Well, helping was my secondary motive."

"It's should've been your first."

"I've changed my mind. Helping was my first motive. Getting rid of these 'blocks is just a great added bonus. I guess it's a matter of killing to birds with one stone."

"You can't change your mind about that!"

"I just did."

"But…you…and, what? No! That's not fair! You can't change your mind about this. It's against the rules."

"Rules?"

"Yes."

"What rules?"

"The rules."

"What rules?"

"The moral rules."

"Oh, please."

"What?"

"There are no moral rules. You make a decision on whether or not you can get away with something and that's the end of it. There's no good and bad."

"You want to turn this into a debate?"

"Yes."

"We've just met!"

"So? All the easier to debate morals with a stranger."

"We're not debating morals."

"How about politics?"

"No."

"Abortion and the death penalty?"

"No."

"Religion?"

"Do you want another crusade?"

"That could be fun."

"No."

"Fine then! I bet I'm a better coordinator than you."

"Excuse me?"

"Yeah, I bet I'm a better coordinator than you. We can bet on it if you'd like. I'd be glad to bet against you or any other coordinator. I've got plenty of cash to spare, but I could always use a little more."

"Money won't buy you happiness."

"Money makes the world go 'round."

"Some people got to…oh no! I'm not making any more money puns. I'm especially not having a pun war with you. Don't even think about trying to get me into one of those. They're stupid…and I'm usually pretty bad at them. I don't bet, either."

"Afraid to lose?"

"Yes, actually."

"Well, it's a good thing you can admit it."

"I need every cent I can get. Mac has a gambling problem. He's hooked on the mathematics involved in betting. He thinks he can't loose, though it's pretty apparent he can. He just lost a week of remote time last time we played poker together, but he still insists on betting."

"But you love him."

"Of course I do! He's my brother!"

"Aw, you love me?" Max asked charmingly, popping up behind May's chair with an adorable smile. He kissed his sister's cheek mockingly. "I didn't know you cared, sis."

"Max!"

"That's my name, don't wear it out!"

"Max," May's voice dropped to a low, furious growl.

"See, now you're wearing it out like I asked you not to do."

"What are you doing here?"

"I felt bad about ditching you."

"No you didn't."

"You're right, I lied. I'm just here for the Zigster over there. He hasn't done anything that I'll have to apologize for, has he May?"

"No, I've been chasing the little monster around for forever trying to make sure he stays safe and we don't have a lawsuit on our hands. Besides, it's three in the afternoon, Max. What have you been waiting for to pick him up? Don't tell me you just noticed he was missing."

"Huh, I overslept," He giggled nervously.

"Imagine that."

"Ziggy broke my alarm clock! I…I know you don't like him but you're not really going to get rid of him, are you? Please, he's a great pokémon! He never takes any damaged and if he could just eat some of those 'make him smarter' pokeblocks I'm sure he'd do great!"

"I'm not going to make you get rid of him, don't worry," May comforted. She grabbed her brother by the collar of his shirt and yanked him down roughly to her chair and kissed him on the cheek as he had done a few seconds before. He shrieked and squealed for mercy for a minute before she let him go.

"What'd you do that for?"

"What, I'm not allowed to be playful with my brother?"

"Who are you and what have you done with my sister?"

"Max," She chuckled, rubbing his head affectionately. "Stop fooling around. When have I ever actually told you I would make you get rid of Ziggy? Unless you've got a rabid Snorlax on your hands, you don't need to worry about a pokémon leaving."

"Huh, that's a little funny. You see, just a few minutes ago I could've sworn you said-" Drew began, only to be rudely cut off by a wicked glare from May.

"Shut up."

"But you-"

"Shut up."

"How rude are you being?"

"For the last time, will you just shut up?"

"So…he stays?"

May rolled her eyes and smacked his head lightly. "Of course he does! How could I make you get rid of him? He's the first pokémon you ever caught. I can't send him away. Think how boring everything would be if we didn't have him around."

"Hey," Max blinked, looking up at Drew.

"Who do you mean?"

"The guy you've been talking to. He's right there. He's got green hair and is feeding Ziggy orange pokeblocks. He seems to really like those."

"It might take a minute to remember exactly what I threw into the machine, but I think I can give you the recipe," Drew smiled. He raised an eyebrow at May. "You think men are so horrible, but you seem to be behaving worse than I am. I'm waiting, you know."

"For what?"

"Well, aren't you going to introduce me to your brother? You should be polite and set a good example, don't you think?" He smirked.

"I was going to."

"It didn't seem like you were."

"Well I was!"

"Then I think you ought to start."

"Max, this is…" May felt her face turn bright red. "This…this is, uh. Uh, um, this is. Shoot. Give me a second. Ugh. I know this. I can remember. Don't tell me."

"We're waiting."

"It's on the tip of my tongue. Don't tell me. I can get it."

"I honestly don't think you can."

"I can."

"I don't think you can either."

"Oh, hush up, Max! I'm working on it."

"Give up. It'll be next embarrassing in the long run."

"No, dang it! I can get it!"

"How exactly are you going to get it? I never told you my name," Drew chuckled.

"You…didn't?"

"Nope," He smirked. He extended his hand to Max and shook it politely. "I'm Drew, nice to meet you."

"Max Maple, nice to meet you too, Drew. If you could tell me the recipe for that stuffy that'll be awesome. Also, if you know the recipe for the pokeblocks that increase the smart stat, that'll be great. I guess you can probably tell that he really needs to get his brains back."

"No problem, I've got some written down in my pocket. It's an article out of a magazine."

"My sister's name is May."

"I know."

"Liar! I never told you my name!" May snapped, crossing her arms triumphantly.

"May Maple, normal-type gym leader's daughter. Your dad's name is Norman, right?" Drew smiled, pulling out the paper and handing it to Max. "Here, everything you need to know should be there. If you want some more details you can pick up a book about it at any Pokémon Center."

"How'd you know that?"

"She was in a magazine a few months back."

"You read that?"

"Well, I'm too self centered not to."

"What does that magazine have to do with you?"

"I was on the cover."

Max's eyes gleamed with realization. He glanced up at Drew with awe. "Oh, that's awesome! I know who you are! You were the youngest kid to ever win a contest! You're, like, a child prodigy or something. You got a two page center spread in that magazine!"

"You're that Drew!"

"No, the other one."

"You seem a lot nicer in magazines."

"I'm nice."

"Sure, in print."

"I'm nice in real life too. I've been good to you, haven't I?"

"You've been cruel."

"I take offense at that."

"You should. It was supposed to be offensive."

"And I'm the mean one?"

"You started it."

"When did I start it?"

"When you opened your big, fat mouth and insulted me, that's when!"

"When did I do that?" He challenged with a smirk.

"When you…crap. I don't remember, but I know you did."

"You don't remember because it never happened."

"It did!"

"So have you heard of me?" Max asked excitedly.

"You were mentioned in the article."

"Oh, right," Max laughed nervously. "I guess you've heard of me too. I really do think that's cool though, how you won that contest when you were just nine and everything. You caught your own pokémon, you didn't get a starter. It was really awesome. And then you came and annoyed my sister, that was just the icing on the cake."

"Glad you think I'm so cool."

"Well, you are cool."

"He's not cool," May snapped.

"Wow, I finally find a girl who isn't a fangirl and she's a critic. Typical."

"Wait…I just realized something."

"Bravo?"

"No," May grinned and laughed a bit. "We've been talking all this time and you never told me what you wanted. Why'd you start talking to me anyway? It wasn't just because you know who I am,
right?"

"Oh, not at all. I didn't remember you until halfway into the conversation."

"You could've lied to make me feel better, you know."

"I know," He said, obviously pleased with himself. "If you wouldn't mind, could you move your chair for me?"

May blinked, staring up at him, then sighed. "Alright, Drew. Even though you're an arrogant jerk I guess I should be courteous." She got up out of her chair and pulled it out of the way, almost hitting Ziggy upside his head (accidentally, of course) but narrowly missing.

Drew, meanwhile, bent to pick a red rose up off the floor, where it had landed under her chair. "My Roselia started making these a while ago. I was going to take it to a science lab to see if it was really a rose or if it was some kind of attack." He paused. "You can have it, if you want. I'm sure Roselia can grow a new one."

"Well, I…" She started hotly. It trailed off into a sigh as she delicately plucked the rose from his hand. "Thank you."

"You're welcome," Drew grinned. "I won this contest yesterday. No point in sticking around. See you around." He put two fingers to his head and flicked them off in a salute, then walked off with his hands shoved in his pockets and an arrogant smirk stuck on his face.

"Hey, you finally got a famous guy to give you something. May? May? Hello?" He waved a hand in front of her face.

May dropped her chair and threw her head into her hands. She was almost crying, almost laughing at the same time. Her head shook back and forth and she gave a moan. "Stupid, so freaking stupid."

"What?"

"I should've taken that bet!"

Well…that was pointless. How about a quote of the day to make up for it?

-After being hit in the head with a whiffle ball bat- "What are you doing?" -Kyle
"I'm killing you Kyle, unfortunately, I could only afford a whiffle ball bat, so it's going to take a while." -Cartman
-South Park, "Toilet Paper"

Review if you so feel like giving this random, pointless fic something to improve on or just need to comment. Frick, I should be working with plots…