Drew could feel the pulsing in his temples as a groggy morning headache had begun to kick in. His pale green eyes looked around the room carefully, as if a habit that he had picked up with time.

Drew pulled the covers closer to his chest, but lifted his head off the pillow, strands of silky green hair falling towards his neck line while others remained ruffled and stuck up where they had been. 7:45. He had woken up before his alarm for god knows why.

Drew yawned quickly and pulled the sheets off his self, leaving them lying messily where they were. He poked his head out of the bedroom and into the main room of his apartment where a small living room and kitchen were. His glance trailed to the sofa where Matt snored loudly. A grin crossed his face as he listened for another moment to the nasally snoring, and then turned down the hallway to enter the bathroom.

He stripped himself of the clothing on his back before twisting the knob for hot water for the shower, checking the water's temperature until it was just warm enough; he entered and let the warm water stream through his hair, down his face, over his shoulders, and down the rest of his body. "Today is the day." he reminded himself. A slight twinge in his stomach reminded him of how nervous he was, but a grin crossed his face. "I'll be alright."

Quickly shampooing his hair and sponging himself, he rinsed and stepped out of the shower with a short towel at his waist. The mirror had fogged up, but Drew took the palm of his hand and whisked away part of it, enabling him to see his wet haired appearance. He frowned for a moment and picked up a brush that was lying on the counter. He pulled the brush through the wet strands of green hair until he had shaped them in a way that they would air dry into his natural hair style. Then placing the brush down air, he grasped his tooth brush in his left hand, wet the bristles, and then spread a dab of toothpaste upon it. Switching the toothbrush over to his right hand, he started the circular motion of brushing in the back of his mouth, and finished the task 2 minutes later. He bent over and spat in the sink, turning on the water so it would wash away the froth. The remains of the froth around his mouth were quickly wiped away by a tissue and disposed of.

He returned to his room to search his wardrobe, remembering that his other outfit that he would usually wear was in the washer and would have to be moved to the dryer soon. He pulled out a light pair of slightly torn, fitted jeans and fingered at the holes for a moment before pulling them on over his boxers. He slipped a pale maroon and white, closely fitting shirt over and down his torso, smoothing out the wrinkles the best he could. It was 8:15 already, and still Drew knew that Matt hadn't even stirred once. He'd be lucky if Matt even woke up in time to catch his performance at the competition.

Slipping on a pair of dark tennis shoes, he stuffed his poke balls into his side pocket and hurried into the kitchen. Working quickly, Drew did the best he could to fill himself with something to eat before heading out to run through his routine one more time before performing. He'd have to be quick, because the coordinators were meeting around 8:45.

Drew was heading out around 8:25, locking and shut the door to his apartment he walked to the small flight of stairs that lead down to the ground floor. He paused for a moment at May's apartment door, wishing that he could see the cheery blue eyed coordinator before the competition had begun. He waited for another moment and then continued to the flight of stairs and on to the ground floor.

Walking out of the apartment complex, he turned right off of the main road and cut into the small local park. Into a clearing on the small end of the park, he pulled out a poke ball from his side pocket and tossed it into the air.

"Roselia!" he cried, and the small grass pokemon appeared before him. Quickly, the two practiced through their routine once more before heading towards the town's square.

The town square was a rather large area where many small department stores sat, surrounding the enormous contest hall. The contest hall was very unique in Lilycove. It had large golden-brass door handles and clear glass doors that were difficult at times to push open. The lobby was rather large as well. Inside the area there was a desk with marble countertops where two or three assistances usually worked. Further towards the right were machines in which groups would gather around and distribute berries that had they had accumulated with time into the strange machines where they would be churned into Pokeblocks. The rest of the lobby was very open. Small benches were off to the side so that coordinators could sit down when waiting for a contest to start.

The Lilycove contests were also opened to spectators, and more often than usual, encouraged large groups of spectators. A group of coordinators had gathered towards the center of the lobby, most of them looking unfamiliar, signifying that most of them were either locals or new comers. Drew was unconcerned. He had been a coordinator long enough that he could claim to know what he was doing. Yet, the sight that Drew was seeing now did concern him.

A familiar young blue eyed coordinator and a suspicious-looking, green outfitted coordinator stood grouped together. Jealousy welled in his veins as he watched the green-outfitted one carefully. Harley. Harley was a lying, no good, devious scoundrel that constantly abused innocent May's trust. Perhaps he was over doing it, but Harley was bad, and that much could be proven. Trying to stay aloof and unseen, Drew listened to their conversation the best he could by keeping some distance.

"May, my little gingerbread cookie. How pleasant it is to see you again!" Harley cried and clasped May's gloved right hand in between his own two hands. The expression on May's face revealed that she wasn't so thrilled to have run into this strange coordinator.

"Yes… How nice to see you again, Harley." She replied, trying to keep a slightly pleasant tone in her voice. Drew frowned.

"Where's your little boyfriend, Drew, is it? Is he not here, May? If he isn't then I can keep you company." Harley said with a grin and bent down to meet May eye to eye. His hot breath on her cheek made her flush slightly before closing her eyes and frowning.

"Drew is here. I saw him earlier." She replied. Harley frowned. "My offer is still valid, even if he's here, May." Harley said and kissed her forehead. "Perhaps you'll reconsider after the contest, and join me for dinner."

May stumbled back, face glowing red with scarlet blush. Her eyes widened. "I-I-"May started. "Hi May" Drew cut in, angered that Harley was yet again trying to be seductive and abuse May's trust. He put on a straight face with a half smile. May's face brightened when she met Drew's green eyed gaze. Harley frowned, looking annoyed.

"Hey Drew! Good luck in the contest today!" May smiled. "Yeah, whatever. You too." He replied. Sure enough, the coordinators were starting to file into the waiting room as the crowd of spectators in the lobby was growing.

'I'll catch up with her in the waiting room.' Drew thought to himself.