Authoress/N: Man, it's been long since I updated anything! Well, I hope you don't mind… as usual, school is always the reason why, but also, as usual, I use the every possible opportunity I get to write stuff for you guys! Isn't that sweet of me? Right? …Right?
Well anyway, I noticed that the summary for this story is… I dunno… well, It always changes, but gosh! It's okay right? I'm still choosing either of the three.
Another anyway, I'm a girl so I must be an Authoress and… not an Author right?
Well, gosh, that's all I can say today… so, for the disclaimer thing that everybody is typing… in their stories which I make a little interesting, because that's what they're doing:
Disclaimer: I never owned anything that is worldly known… like, ever. But this disclaimer is for… (SFX: dundadada!) Pokemon.
But, oh my gosh! Is the creator of the Pokemon really… ya know… out of this human world and into the soul world? That didn't sound right, Wait— let me rephrase that… Um… passed away? Well my friend said so, I'm not sure if it's true but that's why I'm asking you and in case you haven't noticed, I like rhyming too!
Title: Maybe
By: ObsidianEmeraldXXX
Chapter Five: Passed
Summary: "The moment I fell in love with you was the best thing that ever happened to me" Drew said. "You're so cheesy, Drew!" He smiled. Right now, he's very sure that he regretted nothing.
Don't you worry your pretty little mind
People throw rocks at things that shine
And life makes love look hard…
Normal POV:
"Wow… seriously? That thing cost you 90 dollars? I know you're rich and all but…C'mon! You spent almost a hundred bucks on a thing like that?" That guy with the raven hair said. That guy who always had that cap on his head ever since the day of his existence. And dare he insult his clothing like that?
Drew sighed… irritably.
This may sound weird since Drew really likes to argue with people, but really… with this man? What's the use? Like, seriously, what is wrong with this guy? Can't he shut his mouth for just one minute? Or did he want to wait for Drew to tape it silent?
Don't judge, though, but Ash was his friend, one of his only true friends. Sure, at some times he did things a little undone, infuriates him and argues with him to the last fiber he has in his body just to prove that he's right. Ash is still Ash—the enthusiastic dope, always determined and never loses hope when lost a battle, always have been there for a friend. Yeah, Drew can beat the hell out of him in a pokemon battle, but he didn't mope and eat ice cream while slumped on a couch watching dramatic shit in television. Nope, he moved on… and eventually asked for another battle.
Ash is his friend, considerably his best friend, and right now he's still tolerable… bearable. Drew's angry, yeah, only a little but… Come. On. He said the coat was stupid, and Drew's still a man, a man with huge amount of ego to protect.
Drew exhaled a heavy breath. It seemed that it was the only way to not do violent things to the man beside him. If, hypothetically speaking, someone here was not in such a good mood then he'd punch all the lights and stars inside of a certain man with black hair, tanned skin and an electric pokemon on his shoulder.
"Ash shut it." Drew gritted his teeth together.
"Touchy … I'm just being nice! I mean… You're… always sulking and everything," Ash grinned.
Drew didn't reply... but he did roll his eyes!
It was bad enough that he didn't get to wear his super nice detective coat but now he has to deal with this guy? Yup, there's a God up there… A sadistic, LMAO-ing, merciless god who loves making Drew's life miserable.
Ego-bruising miserable.
And it was right now that Drew realized that Ash stopped walking... Because Drew's nose is aching. It seemed that Ash wasn't nice enough to tell Drew to stop walking so that he wouldn't crash on a freaking tree.
"Hey Drew? You hit the tree… are you okay?"
Drew got up and dusted himself and rubbed his nose—his aching, red nose…
"I'm… fine," You don't know how much it took Drew to say those words without hurting this man beside him.
"Oh, sorry I was referring to that coconut tree" Ash said.
Drew frowned.
"So you rather worry for a tree than a human being like yourself who is also your friend whom you argue with and who insults you back when you insult him when he's sulking and being all emo? Hm. And people say I'm the heartless one." Drew said.
Ash blinked.
"If it makes you feel any better, I am worrying for you… in the inside." Ash put his hand over his chest.
"Shut up, Ash"
"Whatever. Anyway, we're here,"
Drew looked at Ash, and then at the house.
The house was located near the beach. It kind of looked like a summer home, it wasn't entirely huge but it was big enough for a family to fit. The site was full of coconut and palm trees and Drew can already imagine the amazing sunset. It looked like the perfect place to enjoy and relax.
The boys went by the front porch; both stood silently. Apparently, to Ash, it was either Drew was excited to see the brunette girl who dumped him on the beach two years ago that he couldn't bring his shaking-with-excitement hand to knock on the wood with a rotating knob or he was just too chicken to knock.
"Well? Knock already" Drew said, impatiently.
"Why me? You're the one who wants to see her; I've been your personal tour guide for almost the whole day. For that reason, I, Ash Ketchum, am not going to knock the door for you. Man, you make me feel like I'm butler wimpy," Ash retorted.
"Stop being lazy," Drew glared at him.
"Yeah, well, stop being bossy!"
"Knock—now," Drew demanded.
"Uh-uh. That's not gonna work on me. Judging all the time I'm with you, I'm practically immune to it" Ash grinned.
"Whatever, Ash. Just knock at the damn door already" Drew folded his arms on his chest.
"Why do keep insisting—wait, I know why… You're scared! Drew, you're such a pansy!" Ash laughed very loud.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Hm. Who's the pansy now, eh Ketchum?
"Didn't know you had the guts," Ash grinned.
"…"
CREEK…
"Hi Max, Norman! Been a long time, huh?" Ash beamed.
Oh. Oh… no.
Max and Drew isn't the best of friends. Really. Whenever they see each other, it's all death glares, tense movements, nervously playing with their clothes. Max's opinion meant something to him, although very little, something is still something and he hoped that, at some point, they will have this friendly connection. But Drew would never, never admit that in front of anybody… ever. And now that he and May split with no contact between them in almost twenty-six months… Well, I think Drew knows what to expect, and it involved pranking and… other things that Drew was sure to be torturous.
"Well, Hi Ash… Drew" Norman spoke while raising his brow.
And Norman… Well, let's assume that he's the 'I hate your wimpy gut 'cause you cheated on my daughter and you deserved to be dumped BTW' type of dad. And did I mention that this guy has a Slaking? No? Oh, well this guy has a Slaking. A really big one. Anyway the keyword; assume.
Drew felt the little evil dude with large glasses staring at him menacingly. But Drew, you should know, never lost a glaring match. Ever. Pfft, this will be an easy one anyway. This kid is what? Two?
Drew threw back a glare that was much, much worse than that boy. Heck, yeah! He was winning. Five more seconds and he knew that the kid will give up. 4… 3… 2—
"Stop glaring at my son,"
What?
"… Sorry, sir" Drew muttered.
What was that? Well, that's unfair. Yup, total injustice. His kid started it… So why was he blaming Drew? He was just standing there doing nothing… so innocently doing nothing.
"Hm. Well, get in boys," Norman spoke, oddly calm.
"Thanks Norman! C'mon Max!" Ash practically sprinted inside the house. But… isn't he forgetting something... someone? 'green eyes and green hair with that drop-dead gorgeous face and Edward Cullen features' someone?
"What are you waiting for? Come on in already" said Norman, kind of annoyed.
"… Including me, uh, sir?" Drew asked with raised brows.
"Well, I did say 'boys', which I positively remember, is plural unless…" Norman squinted his eyes at Drew.
Which Drew countered by raising his eye brow again. "Sir, I can very much assure you that I'm straight"
Norman nodded.
"I'm assured. Now, I will slam this door on your face if you don't get in soon,"
Drew went in quickly and spoke a quiet 'Thank You' to Norman; which he responded with a nod. Drew was beginning to have second thoughts about Norman, though. He seemed kind to him but then he never did know what kind of person is Norman.
Drew never really gave himself the chance to get to know May's family back when they were still together. Max, yeah, he often sees him but whenever it was, it always had full of tension. Caroline, Ah, now she's very much the opposite of her son, she's sweet and always carrying that motherly smile but he seldom saw her and her husband because they were in another region. Norman, Drew remembered, the first, last and only time he talked to him was the time he asked May her hand in Marriage and the couple went to May's parents for they're approval and blessing.
He remembered, when he asked for Norman his approval, he sensed some kind of hostility in his Aura.
He remembered after that, Norman asked them to stay for a few days so they can get to know each other.
He remembered saying no.
And he remembered how May had her hopeful eyes saddened by the refusal.
He remembered when she talked to him and said it'd be fun.
He remembered how he said she irritated the hell out of him.
He remembered how she didn't speak the whole trip back to his home.
He remembered when he saw her crying when the night came.
He remembered how he didn't care.
He remembered how he reasoned that he needed to train when the truth was he only wanted to get his hell out of that house and go back home in his comfy bed with no one else but him.
And now there is no one else but him. There was a time when Drew thought all of this was ironic, how he wished that May got off his back because she irritates him, how he really, really wished that he was alone. And now that he got what he wanted, his heart aches.
And he hates that.
They sat on the couches of the living room. Ash was sitting beside Drew who was facing Norman who was facing Max. All sat in silence, an uncomfortable one.
"So, why is your nose red?" Norman asked while eyeing Drew.
Drew had his brows knitted together.
What was he talking about—Oh! The tree accident…
"I crashed onto a tree, sir" Drew answered while rubbed his nose.
"How stupid of you" Max commented.
Ash snickered.
Drew bit his cheeks and glared. The retort… that sweet, sweet, harsh retort that he was about give was just hanging on the tip of his tongue. So, so close to getting out but unfortunately his dad was there…
"Aren't you gonna say something to me? C'mon let's see you try" Max smirked.
"Max, they're our guest, don't be disrespectful. Now, get those cheddar cubes in the kitchen and some drinks for them," Norman commanded.
Hell yeah, Drew was really starting to like Norman. Max can just jump off a cliff, for all he cares…
Drew smirked at Max when he complained but did what he was told anyway.
"I don't want to be offending but why are you here?" Norman bluntly said.
"Oh, I'm not offended, Norman! I'm always here anyway—"
"Ash, not you, I was talking to him" Norman sighed as he pointed a thumb at Drew.
"Oh, oh. Right… sorry. I'm just gonna sit here and wait for my food! Just pretend I'm not here—Oh, there it is!" Ash grinned.
Max entered the living room with a tray on his hands. A pitcher of what seemed to be orange juice and a plate of little chunks of yellow with a tooth-pick stuck on its middle. The boy placed the tray on the center table.
"I'll be upstairs" Max scowled at Drew and took his leave.
Oh, yes. Drew has a little sadistic side in him. And yes, he was thoroughly enjoying that little scowl grow deeper.
"Hey, Norman? What are these again?" Asked Ash who was examining the little cube of cheese with tooth-pick, as if he was seeing for the first time in his life.
"They're Cheddar Cubes, Ash. Try one," Norman grinned. He gave that proud 'I made them myself' smile.
"No thanks. Cheddar tastes like cheese," Ash shook his head.
Drew rolled his eyes.
Norman raised his brow slowly. "Yes… because it is cheese,"
"That's what they said on the Internet" Ash muttered.
Both males looked at the man with the cap.
"Hey! I'm just trying to ease the tension, I know it's cheese! What do you take me for? An Idiot?" Ash pursed his lips.
Oh, there was silence.
"Peachy," Ash commented dryly. "I'll let you guys talk in private. Good luck, buddy!" Ash smirked and patted Drew's shoulder and ran to Max's room.
What? Why did he leave Drew alone with Norman? So much for trying to ease the tension…
"So, is there any reason why you came here?" Norman asked again.
He put his stare on Drew; waiting for an answer. "I just want see her, sir" Drew answered, honestly.
"Why do you want to see her?"
Why did he want to see her? Because he felt lonely? Maybe he realized what he did was very wrong and he knew that just now. Maybe he it is because he needed to see her badly, or because he wanted to know why she doesn't know him. Whatever it is he wanted from her, one thing he is sure of is that he needed to see her. Right this moment.
It was like if his eyes didn't see her soon, his heart might shatter. You may call it cheesy but that's how he felt.
"I was curious. She doesn't seem to remember me, why is that?" Drew watched Norman pause.
"You two met?"
"Yes sir, only a few hours back. We talked a bit but…"
"Dissociative Amnesia, it happened about two years ago. I was having a gym a battle with that Blaze kid; May was watching, I think they were dating that time," He took a look at Drew and watched as his eyes widened a little of shock. Maybe, just maybe, he saw hurt in his eyes too but he wasn't sure, though. This kid is very good at hiding his feelings, if so.
Norman continued.
"Slaking used Earthquake, it was too strong and huge debris started to fall. We evacuated the gym quickly and then the whole building collapsed, just like that, I thought the kids were behind me but they weren't, actually. The Ambulance got there and the pokemon helped search they're bodies. My wife was frantic and Max was crying and… all was in disrupt.
An hour after the whole search, they found them lying on the ground, looking lifeless, and so much Blood on their clothes. Blaze had my daughter in a shielding embrace, he's one brave boy, you know? He protected her with his life; he's the one who took most of the damage. We took them to the hospital but Blaze didn't seem to make it. May was fine, she had minor cuts and bruises but the doctors guessed the falling debris hit her head pretty hard that caused her to have Amnesia. Some of her memory returned but others remained blank, "
"… I'm sorry, I didn't know— what happened to that guy?" Drew asked.
"Had a short funeral. He's an orphan, so the Orphanage was his family. I've grown soft on that boy, he dreamt to be Champion one day," The tone Norman used, Drew can't help but feel a little jealous. He was somewhat proud of that Blaze guy because he risked his life for his daughter, and Drew wondered if Norman would've been proud of him too if—
"Is there anything else you want now?" Norman asked as he sipped on his glass.
"I… With your… approval sir, if you may, I ask to see your daughter," A serious face, Drew put on.
"To win her back?" Norman's tone was suspicious.
"No…! I mean, yes… kind of but not the way you think, sir" Drew shook his hands and head.
"And what exactly do you think I was thinking?" He leaned back while he put his chin on hand.
Drew swallowed, his Adam's Apple bobbed. He was getting nervous, yes, but his intensions were very genuine.
"That I'd… betray her again… sir," Sweat was rolling on his forehead.
Norman nodded.
"And how did you betray her?"
"I cheated on her," Drew muttered.
"And you knew it was wrong?" Norman asked.
"I… well… yes—no, kind of… I was very stupid that time,"
"Yes, stupidity can be a crime," Norman smiling lightly, mock-nodding him.
"I shouldn't be here; I shouldn't be forgiven because I know I don't deserve it. I said so many awful things to her, sir" Drew confessed as he bowed his head in shame.
Norman nodded slowly and stared at him.
"Did you love her?"
Drew looked at Norman straight to the eye and answered firmly, "Yes I did… and I still do"
"Why do you love her?" asked Norman, holding their gaze. The old saying: The eyes are the window of your soul' is true, Norman thought. And looking into this man's eyes, he knew he was being sincere. He just wanted to know why. That, and because he wanted to play detective, he'll take note to buy that awesome brown coat he saw yesterday but for now…
"I…"
Why did he love her anyway? Was it because of her eyes? Smile? Kindness? Her laugh? Or because she's one helluva kisser? No. It's because… He didn't really know. He just… loves her. That's it, he just did. Or maybe it was because he didn't need a reason to love her; Because he doesn't need one.
"I… sir—"
Norman didn't let him finish.
"Well, well, are you changing your mind about her? 'cause if you are, the door's right there," it was said so bluntly, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world; And this infuriated Drew.
"Sir. I had been insulted by a dope who thinks cheddar and cheese aren't the same and blames the internet for it, I had been molested by a freak Nurse-Joy-wannabe with purple hair and unshaved legs, and my nose is freaking red because of that tree out there. All of this happened in one day because I wanted to know why May doesn't know me anymore, and that scared the hell out of me, my heart won't stop hurting and I'd do everything to see her, ego-bruising or not, I will.
And now I found out that the girl who dumped me and who I still have feelings for has Dissociative Amnesia which meaning I know not of and will Google it later on. So, no, I will not walk out of that damn door because I'm not changing my mind. I love May, and it beats the crap out of me why but I do, I just do." Drew held on a gaze, a determined gaze, a fighting gaze. He will not give up, no way in hell—
Norman smiled.
"Alright. So, wanna watch WWE? It just started five minutes ago. Oh, and nice speech by the way… you pass," Norman winked as he turned on the TV.
Drew passed! Yes! …What the hell did he pass?
"What did I pass, sir?"
"My test! Congratulations, you love my daughter and I know you'll take care of her. I saw it in your eyes, Drew, you changed, and I doubt you'll betray her again. Although, if you do I will kick your ass. Anyway, talking about these things are for girls, and we're men. Oh, May and Caroline will be back from the groceries before lunch, you can stay if you want?"
"Uh, sure… I'd love to, thanks?" Drew smiled and rubbed the back of his neck.
"Hey, did you know John Cena got fired from RAW?" Norman asked.
Drew's eyes widened.
"No. Way. What the hell is that? Do they want viewers to stop watching their show? I mean John is kind of the Face of WWE" Drew said, his eyes glued on the television.
"I know right? That Vickie woman sucks, by the way,"
"You said it. Nice cheddar cubes, you made them right?" Drew aid while munching cheese.
"Yeah, thanks" Norman grinned.
A/N: I'm sorry there is no MAY/DREW in this chapter… again. I'm in shame I assure you but I didn't plan this chapter to be so long, originally May should be here by now but… Anyway, tell me what you think!
Questions:
-Is Norman alright with you?
-How are you guys okay with May's condition?
-Is the story too long that you're satisfied/unsatisfied?
-Have you tried Cheddar Cubes before? Do you blame the internet?
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