Update April 2013: This chapter has been updated and revised from its original version. Past errors have been fixed and adjustments have been made but the plot of the chapter, characters, and events have remained the same.

Sorry guys, I had a school dance yesterday night so I couldn't get this chapter up until today. :\ At least it's only a day late though right? I'm just going to let you guys get right into the chapter now though. Thanks for all of reviewing, favoriting, and following you done for this fanfiction everyone, I really appreciate it! Please keep it all up! Happy reading! :)

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Similar Hues: Oh, I know, I just adding that part in there for a little bit of comic relief. And yeah, he will be! Thank you for reading! :)
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EeveeTransformed: It's fine, me neither! But right? Should've watched where you were going Drew! ;D
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ch0c0latehell: I know, I just wanted to set a date for my readers and a due date for myself so I don't slack. If I don't end up getting the chapter up on the day that I said I would (like this chapter), setting the due date just helps to urge me to hurry up and get the chapter done. I may not always be able to make the due date, but at least the update won't be too overdue. Helpful for everyone you know? And I hate when classes do that! That's why I didn't make the classmates laugh at May, I find it so rude. And there might just be some gossiping later, we'll see! :)
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I also won't be revealing anything, I don't want to spoil the story! But thanks for saying that, I'm reassured! :D
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Love Unexpected chapter 4

A mild headache, stuffy nose, sore throat, watery eyes, fever—all the symptoms of a cold were there when May woke up the next morning. She had undoubtedly caught herself a cold—or rather, Drew had given her the cold. She could feel herself scowling as she remembered how she had fallen into the pool because of the green haired nuisance. She had already taken a disliking to him when they first met, but the fact that she now had a cold because of him certainly did not help the case. She did not know if she would ever be able to tolerate the guy's existence.

Beside her on one of the two end tables on either side of her bed, her PokéNav was blinking madly with messages from her friends, all of which were inquiring why she had not gone to school. But May was not paying attention to the messages; she was paying attention to the time being displayed on the clock beside her PokéNav. The time sent her into a brief state of shock.

One-thirteen in the afternoon, a little over seven hours later than the time she usually woke up on a school day. It startled her to know that she had woken up so late; she was never one to do so, especially since her alarm clock was strong enough to wake up a snorlax. But nevertheless, she had in fact slept through her alarm clock, and her ride to school was most likely in class at the moment.

A brief wave of chagrin passed through her as she wondered why neither Max nor their mom had come into her room to wake her, but judging from the fatigue she was experiencing, she concluded that she was probably too lost in her sleep to have even noticed their presences. Currently, she even lacked the energy to move her body.

"I should probably be getting out of bed now," she eventually murmured to herself after another solid ten minutes of laying in her bed, but she remained still.

Another five minutes later, she finally stirred. However slowly because of the ache she felt throughout her body, she threw herself over the side of her bed and trudged out of her room, down the hallway, and into the bathroom. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror when she entered the room and shuddered.

"I look horrible," she said to herself as she took in the paleness of her skin, messy bedhead, and the dark circles beneath her tired sapphire blue eyes.

Unable to look at herself any longer, she quickly undressed and stepped into the shower. Half an hour later, she was back in her room, throwing on an old oatmeal henley and a baggy pair of grey sweatpants. The pieces had originally belonged to Gary, but May had taken them from him a few years ago when she was spending the day with him at his grandfather's lab. She still remembered the day fairly well and fondly.

The two had gotten caught out in the rain together when they were tending to some of the pokémon out in the fields that day. By the time they had managed to run back into the lab, they were soaked from head to toe. Being the gentleman that he was, Gary had loaned her some of his clothes to wear until her own clothes dried. But in the end, she wound up leaving the lab with his clothes instead. He never asked for them back and she never offered to return them.

Five years later, the clothes still fit her comfortably and she constantly found herself in them whenever she was just lounging at home. Perhaps it was her undeniable attraction toward the brunet and the clothes's ability to make her feel as if he were right there with her that drew her to them. They helped her to forget the fact that he was actually miles away in the Sinnoh region conducting research with Professor Rowan. They kept in touch with one another, but his voice was just not the same without his presence. There were no words to explain how much she missed him.

With a sigh, May finished tying the sweatpants around her waist and headed downstairs in search of her mother.

"Mom?" she called out as she walked down the stairs to the large living room.

Receiving no response, May scanned the house with her eyes as she crossed the living room floor to get to the raised kitchen area. Her slippers met the white tiles with light tapping sounds as she headed toward the refrigerator for food to satisfy her grumbling stomach. As her hand wrapped around the handle, a green sticky note on the kitchen counter caught her attention. She reached over with her spare hand to retrieve the note and read the cursive words of her mother's neat handwriting.

Max and May—

By the time you read this note, I will already be on a ferry to Littleroot Town. A friend of mine slipped in the shower last night and needs me to care for her until she gets better. I don't know how long I'll be staying there with her—a month or two?—but your father should be home this weekend to take care of the two of you until I get back. Or at least, until the gym needs him again—you know how he is.

Until then, be good, take care of yourselves, and don't leave the house in a mess for me to clean up when I get back! The cupboards and the refrigerator are stocked so you guys won't have to go grocery shopping for another week or so. Call me immediately if you need me for any reason. Hope to see the two of you soon!

I love you both,
Mom

"That explains why she's not here," May said to herself and reached over to the side of the refrigerator to stick the note onto the small magnetic bulletin board where an assortment of old notes were also posted. "Hope her friend's okay."

With her other hand still wrapped around the handle of the refrigerator, May pulled the door open to reveal the contents. Nothing caught her eye except for a bowl of fresh oran and razz berries. She picked a berry off of the pile in the bowl and popped it into her mouth, piercing the delicate skin with her teeth when she chomped down. The tasty juice spilled into and coated the inside of her mouth as she continued her search.

May spent the next few minutes raiding the cupboards and refrigerator for some appealing food. But unfortunately, her search came up empty. She had thought that she had wanted a few foods here and there, but due to her lack of taste buds, she wound up rejecting them all. In the end, she had gotten nothing but a glass of milk. With a sigh, she closed her refrigerator door, retrieved her milk, and retired to the large leather couch in the far corner of the room to watch television.

The next hour for her was uneventful. She spent the majority of it flipping through channels on the television, stopping occasionally when a program managed to capture her attention. At some point, she got up to make a bowl of ramen noodles when her hunger became too unbearable, but she never finished eating it. Instead, she dozed off during the middle of an action film, only to be woken up later by a text on her PokéNav. With a yawn, she reached for the device over on the glass top coffee table across from the couch and flipped it open to read the message.

"Great. I'm going to be all alone in this house tonight," she sniffled after reading the text.

The text had been from Max, informing her that he would be staying over at a friend's house for the night. The news disappointed her greatly; she loathed to be home by herself while she was sick. Company would have been welcomed, but it was evident that she would not be having any. With a frustrated grunt, she threw her PokéNav onto the couch beside herself and reached for a tissue from the box on the end table. After blowing her nose into it, she balled it up and shot it into the trash can beside the bookshelf against the wall. She then proceeded to slouch down on the couch in defeat.

Thirty-seven boring minutes later, May had nearly fallen back asleep. But it was at that time that the doorbell rung, snapping her out of her drowsy state. Excited at the prospect of potentially having company, she immediately pushed off of the couch. After stepping back into her slippers, she jogged around the couch and over to the front door.

"Who is it?" she called once she arrived at the door.

Assuming the person on the other side of the door was Brendan, May did not bother to peer through the hole in the wood. But the person standing on her porch was not Brendan. It was Drew.

"Gee, you look terrible," he said truthfully the second he saw her, his emerald eyes widening slightly as he took in her pale skin and her dark circles under-eye circles.

May narrowed her eyes at his comment. "What are you doing here?" she demanded in a harsh tone, clearly not over yesterday's incident.

"I came to apologize," he told her remorsefully, realizing this. He was the cause of her cold after all.

"You're apologizing?" May snorted incredulously. "For what exactly? For being an arrogant jerk or for being an arrogant jerk who caused me to fall into the pool?"

Drew sighed as he ran a hand through his hair—whether in exasperation or anxiety, May was unsure—and met her eyes after with a different look in his eyes, one that she almost mistook as guilt had she not known any better. It could not have been guilt...could it?

"For both," he admitted, proving that the look in his eyes was indeed guilt. "I really didn't mean to do either—I'm really sorry. I'm honestly not the arrogant jerk that I've made myself out to be and I'd really like the chance to prove that to you."

May blinked in surprise—all of the aggravation leaving her at once—as she tried to take in all that he had just said. Had the arrogant Andrew Hayden really just said that? She stared into his eyes for a long moment of awkward silence, searching them for any sign of insincerity. But she found none. All she found were two vast pools of emerald green that smoldered with sincerity and guilt, supporting his words and leaving her with no way to doubt the truth in them.

Meanwhile, Drew was growing impatient after a solid minute of silent staring. "Well? Can I come in now?" he demanded.

May continued to stare at him for another moment as she considered his request. Eventually, she stepped aside for him to enter, figuring that it would not do her any harm if she let him in. Not unless he was a rapist or something, but for some reason, she highly doubted that he was. Besides, it was already too late for that thought; he was already in the house. She made a mental note of thoroughly thinking through her decision before she let another guy that she barely knew into her house again.

"Are you really eating ramen noodles when you have a cold?" Drew asked with surprise once he sat down on the couch with May.

He eyed the half empty bowl of spicy ramen noodles on the coffee table with disapproval before glancing back at the girl he had directed the question to.

May regarded him with a confused expression. "So what if I am?" she asked him.

"Their high sodium content makes them a bad food for a healthy person to begin with," he explained matter-of-factly. "So, if they're bad for a healthy person then they're obviously going to be bad for you since you're sick. Don't eat them anymore."

With that, he took the bowl from the table and carried it to the kitchen area.

"Hey!" May cried out in protest as she watched him dump the noodles into the sink. "It took me three minutes to cook those!"

The sound of his snort filled the room as he proceeded to rinse off the bowl and place it in the sink. His eye roll could be seen when he turned around even from the corner furthest from the living room where May was still sitting on the couch.

"You'll live," he insisted as he walked over to the fridge and pulled the door open.

May's eyes widened and mouth fell open in disbelief while she leapt from the couch. "Now what're you doing? This isn't your house, you know," she reminded him when she came up behind him.

"Relax, May—I'm just looking for some ingredients so I can make you something to eat," he explained, and then as if he could sense that she was about to bring up the ramen, he added, "Something healthy that'll make you feel better, not worse. Just go back over to the couch and enjoy whatever you're watching. I'll call you over when the food's done."

Since she was in absolutely no mood and lacked the health to argue with him, May simply huffed and gave him the locations of everything he might have needed for cooking. Chagrin nagged her as she tried to ignore the sound of his activity in her kitchen. It did not seem right for him to just treat her house as his own, especially since she had yet to consider him a friend. He was nothing but an acquaintance to her, and acquaintances did not cook for one another in one another's houses.

And yet, there he was in her kitchen, bustling around and cooking up a storm. But May had to admit that her discomfort did not last very long when she caught the first whiff of whatever Drew was cooking. It smelled like very much like a delicious soup, and the aroma that wafted through the air of the large room made her mouth water. She struggled to remain in her seat until Drew called her over when he was done cooking. She struggled as well to remain poised as she walked over to the table to see what he had made her. A bowl of vegetable broth and a plate of saltine crackers were placed before her on a place mat.

"You made me broth?" she asked disbelievingly as she picked up the spoon on the right of the bowl.

Drew nodded and crossed his arms over his chest to feign nonchalance. He would not allow the excitement that was bubbling within him to show on his face.

"Go on," he encouraged. "Give it a try."

May hesitated briefly before taking a spoonful of broth, and she immediately liked it. It tasted amazing with just the perfect amount of saltiness to it to satisfy her like the ramen noodles did. It was so incredible that she could not believe that a guy like Drew had cooked it. It could have even compared with Brock's vegetable broth, perhaps even beat it. She could instantly feel herself getting better.

Drew watched her as she swallowed the first spoonful, propped up on his elbows as he leaned over a chair. "How is it?" he asked, his eyes bright as he waited for her answer.

May turned to him and felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she beheld his hopeful expression. It was almost...cute.

"I like it," she answered him truthfully.

He smiled then, an actual smile that exposed the top row of his unbelievably white teeth. The smile suited him, May decided, a change from his usual smirk, and complemented his face far more than the smirk did. Now that she looked at him—really looked at him—in a light that was not tinted with aggravation at his smugness (that was currently blissfully absent) she could honestly say that she understood why girls were so obsessed with him.

He was rather attractive, especially his beautiful green eyes. In fact, by taking into account his handsome looks, nice smile, and unexpected change in personality, he suddenly did not seem so bad anymore. He was definitely proving to her that he was not the arrogant jerk that he had made himself out to be.

"Well, I'm going to clean up then get myself a bowl. Just leave your bowl here when you're done—I'll wash the dishes after," he said suddenly, further changing May's opinion of him for the better.

Said girl felt herself soften at his words. "You don't have to do that," she insisted. "You've done enough already—I can wash the dishes."

Drew shook his head and gave her a soft smile. "It's fine. You're sick because of me; it's the least I can do."

May did not argue with him after that. Instead, she finished up the broth, thanked him for the meal, and went back over to the couch to enjoy her favorite night show.

Once Drew finished eating and cleaning, he went over to join May over on the couch. He had originally wanted to converse with her—to get to know her better—but once he peered down at her over the back of the couch, he knew he would not be able to. In fact, he did not want to when he saw her for she had dozed off into a peaceful slumber.

May's face looked different as she slept, more cherubic and angelic with a blissful smile that made Drew wonder what she was dreaming about. He could not help but smile himself as he watched her for a moment, studying her face and enjoying the blissful atmosphere between them. Eventually, he realized that if she were to sleep, she would probably prefer to do so in her bed. Deciding to take a risk, he walked around the couch and lifted her easily into his arms. Carefully so as not to wake her, he carried her over to and up the stairs and to her room where he tucked her into her bed.

Afterward, he stood in contemplation; he did not know what he was going to do next. It was late and he wanted to go home, yet he did not feel comfortable with the idea of leaving May to sleep alone in an empty house. At first, he considered leaving his roserade to take care of her for the night, his fingers even grazing over the pokémon's PokéBall inside his pocket. But when he glanced over at her vanity and noticed her collection of PokéBalls resting on the surface, he thought better of it. What pokémon was more suited to take care of May than one of her own?

With silent steps, he maneuvered across the light pine wooden floor of her room over to the vanity where a collection of seven PokéBalls were resting. He randomly selected one of the PokéBalls and pressed the white button, releasing May's faithful and longtime companion, Blaziken, in a white flash so bright that it made him throw a worried glance over in May's direction. Luckily, the girl had not even stirred in her sleep. He breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention to Blaziken.

The pokémon surprised him at first when he saw it. To be honest, he had not expected May to own a pokémon like Blaziken nor had he expected that a pokémon of hers would look so powerful. The pokémon's body—almost completely red in color aside from its yellow chest and calves, and the long, beige feathers that extended from its head like hair—practically radiated immense strength. Its long legs looked particularly strong; they looked as if they were strong enough to kick through steel.

Its eyes were narrowed as they assessed Drew's unfamiliar face. Its hooked beak opened in preparation for a cry—or an attack, Drew unsure—but he lifted a finger to his lips in time to stop it from doing either, and gestured with another over at May.

When Blaziken saw its sleeping trainer, its face softened before it turned back to the green haired guy with an accepting expression.

Drew smiled at it. "Take care of her," he instructed it in a whisper and headed over to the door.

Once he got to it, he turned around to take one last reassuring look at May. She was still lost in her dreams, oblivious to everything that was going on. A gentle smile appeared on his face as he wrapped his hand around the doorknob.

"Good night," he whispered to her, and then closed the door behind him.

Author's Note: Is Drew a cutie or what? What a heartthrob. ;) I don't know what he's talking about with the ramen noodles though, I eat them all the time and I'm fine! Not to mention, they're super yummy too. :d

Hope you enjoyed despite the 24-hour delay, please review regardless!