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Haaaaay! Did you miss me? Well, I sure did! Anyways, I planned on making Drew some sort of prude, but I thought an arrogant playboy with a touch of prude-ness would be better. What do you guys think? Decisions, decisions. Oh, well. Besides that, I don't got much to say but enjoy, 'causeI know I am ;D
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"Hey, Drew! We should enter that contest!" Blaire sang.
Drew rolled his eyes while watching the tv. As if she could expect him to do something so childish.
"Come on!" she whined.
"No," he answered bluntly.
Blaire gave him an irritated look and stood in front of the screen. What better G-rated way is there to catch someone's attention.
"Move! I'm watching that!" Drew complained loudly.
"Then enter the contest with me!" she pouted.
He glared. Was she really trying to pull that trick on him? It wasn't working, it wasn't working, NOT! Drew let out a long, heavy sigh.
"Will you move if I do?" he asked.
She beamed, "Of course!"
"Deal."
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It was two days since Drew saw that crazy Blaire girl, and he was more than happy just knowing that he lost her. She was annoying and weird. No questions asked. With only five days until the contest in Slateport commenced, he was surprised with what good time he had. He was already in Mauville! It would only take him about another two to three days before he arrived in Slateport, but he only had one minor problem: he had no partner.
Drew shrugged. He could probably get anyone to be his partner. He was sure all he had to do was ask, and if they were bad coordinators, he would find someone else to enter with him.
"Mr. Drew! Mr. Drew!" a few reporters called, racing down the street.
He smirked. Publicity was always a good thing. When would it ever stare him wrong? Some would say it was a bad thing, but he loved it. Oh, how he loved it. Publicity was the reason so many women loved him. Publicity was how he became a region-known coordinator. Publicity was how he became famous.
"Hello, ladies and gentlemen… my dears," he said winking to the younger female reporters, who in turn, blushed bright red. "there is plenty of me for everyone. Now, what seems to be the problem?"
"Mr. Drew!" one reporter called out.
He nodded, giving her permission to speak. Everyone was quiet as the young woman asked him the first question of the day.
"Is it true that you are going to join the Pokemon Couples Coordinating Contest?" she asked, holding up his microphone.
Drew smirked, "Of course. Seeing that someone as cute as yourself has asked me, how could I have refused?"
The reporter had a tomato color painted onto her cheeks. Drew was smooth, no denying that fact. He could make any girl, young, old, single, or married, to sigh dreamily and be squished into the putty in his hand. Yes, he was confident he could make any girl fall for him.
`Except for that one Nurse Joy.` A voice sang in his head.
'She doesn't count,' Drew reasoned, 'She was on duty anyways. You know, a girl that's serious to her work is surprisingly cute.'
He could hear that little voice in his head sigh at him mumbling of what a hopeless case he was. Drew dismissed it, not exactly caring what inner-him thought. When another reporter called out his name, he grinned: yet another girl. But this time, it was a red head, and wasn't that something hot?
"Yes, m'lady?" he asked smoothly.
"Will you be affected knowing that your ex, May, will be there?" she asked sweetly, with a hint of malice in her eyes for the said name.
Drew flinched. May was going to be there? That shocked him a bit, seeing that he hadn't seen her for a long time, perhaps a good three months by now.
`For good reasons too,` mental-him proclaimed.
'For good reasons indeed,' he agreed, feeling his heart clench a little.
Placing on a fake smile, he said, "Since when has anything ever affected my game?"
The girl seemed to buy it and purred, "Never."
He winked at her, causing the girl to nearly lose all power in her legs. What power did that green-haired hottie have over women? What did he do to deserve it? Those were the questions he often asked himself, but after thinking and thinking for an answer, he finally came to a conclusion: it was because he was hot, so hot that those women couldn't help but be weak in the knees for him.
"Mr. Drew!" a man hollered from the front, hoping to catch his attention.
Drew threw him a slight irritated look. Why did GUYS have to go around interviewing him? There was no sex appeal to any of them, except him of course, they were all gross, excluding him, and they had no charm, well, besides for Drew. He was like a snake charmer to snakes- many, many snakes.
"What?" he asked snootily.
"Do you have a partner for the PCCC?" he asked, trying to hide his glare behind his glasses and notepad.
"Well…" Drew mused, wondering if he should tell him that he was still looking.
It would be nice publicity and would draw many women to him. The down side was there might be too many that couldn't coordinate, and that would take him a long time to sort them out, let alone choose one. Not to mention, there may be MEN there, thinking they could be his partner. A MAN being his partner? That sounded ridiculous.
"I do," he said confidently.
He could probably asked that hot red head to join him. If she were no good at coordinating, he would drop her, just like he said. Plain and simple. It would benefit them both really. He would be able to see if she was good enough to be his partner, and she would be able to spend time with yours truly. What could be a better gift than that?
Talk started among the reporters, wondering who his partner would be. Most were almost sure that it would be a pretty young lady with cute pokemon. Others guessed that it was a serious babe that could hold up on her own. Yet a few thought it might be a secret male coordinator that matched his supposed hotness and could be gay with him.
Drew's eye twitched when he heard the male reporter propose the third theory loudly. Since when has the Drew ever seemed gay in any sort of way? He heard a few hits in the glasses man's direction and smirked when he saw a group of females pinching him.
'Serves him right.'
The talk continued for a while as others still began emitting ideas to each other, adding onto their stories. And like the glasses man's proposition, many others were extremely weird or completely unbelievable. His partner was from space? How stupid. He glanced at the red head for a second. Then again, her looks were out of this world.
Finally, one reporter had enough brains to ask him the question everyone was wondering about.
"Mr. Drew, who is it?"
That question seemed to catch everyone's ears. Who was Drew's mystery partner? They all wanted to know. Everyone's chattering ceased as they all looked at the famous coordinator, waiting for his answer.
He opened his mouth to speak, his ego rising because he knew he could get their attention. Yet before he could utter a word, a voice rang out loud and clear through the silence.
"BONZAI!!!" Someone yelled before Drew felt a heaviness on his back.
He stumbled a bit as the mystery person wrapped their legs around his stomach area. He almost fell off balance from the impact, knowing he was going to feel that later.
"Wh-what? Who?! GET AWAY!!!" he yelled, trying to shake himself free.
"Nu-uh," the voice answered simply into his ear, "I tracked you all the way here so I'm going to be going with you whether you like it or not."
A few reporters came to their senses and started snapping pictures of Drew's misfortune. At the moment, he didn't care. His eyes were wide with panic; his face etched with fear. There was no way that it could be her. He lost her for two days and didn't tell anyone where he was going! So how could she have found him?
Blaire gave a catty grin when she felt him shaking underneath her. Sliding off him, she wrapped her arms around his torso and placed her head on his shoulder. He still trembled. She showed off her pearly whites to the cameras just to show her satisfaction.
How did she keep finding him? It was two days since they last saw each other! TWO DAYS! No normal person would even bother any more. He was supposed to be out of her life. No, no, SHE was supposed to be out of his. PERMANENTLY! So why was SHE hugging HIS torso?
"Smile for the camera, m'dear," she whispered saucily.
Yes, payback did suck, but did Blaire know how to dish it. Drew looked at the cameras in horror and jerked away from her grip.
"Miss!" the red-haired reporter yelled.
"Yes?" Blaire asked, preparing her sophisticated scenarios for any tricky question.
"Who are you?" she asked curtly, struggling to keep her professional courtesy.
"Oh? I was expecting a tougher question that that," she proclaimed, satisfied seeing the woman's scorn. "But I am Blaire Chatigrei."
"Miss Blaire!" another reporter called.
"Sir?"
"Exactly what is your relationship with Mr. Drew?" he questioned.
Blaire chucked, "Well, that's an easy one."
Drew looked at her with horror. She wasn't going to say what he hoped she wouldn't say, would she? She had to be more considerate than that! They were reporters for goodness sake! If she even hinted it, it would take forever to completely clear the rumors away. Besides, she was a woman! She would most likely…
"We're traveling partners!" she exclaimed proudly.
Drew almost face-palmed himself. She said it. She actually said it, crisp and clear. Was it supposed to get any worse? No, it couldn't, could it?
"Miss! Are you going to be Mr. Drew's parter for the Pokemon Couples Coordinators Contest?" another random reporter asked.
Drew froze. She wouldn't dare…
'Nononononononononononono! Please! If anything there's anything you'll do for me, just say no!!!!!' he yelled mentally.
Blaire flashed a look of curiosity before she beamed, "Yes."
Publicity was always a good thing. When would it ever stare him wrong? Publicity was the reason so many women loved him. Publicity was how he became a region-known coordinator. Publicity was how he became famous. Yes, Drew loved publicity- until he met Blaire.