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Like Drew's nickname? But again, I need OC's. Just review me one or send it to Sugar_Coated_, and we'll be all set, fo shizzle. Also, I know I made Drew hecka OOC but it's not the end of the story yet. IF we ever reach it, you'll see what happens… and do we want a happy ending for the vengeful Blaire and arrogant Drew? Hmm…
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Blaire sat on the couch, weaving cotton into a little hat.
"It looks a little sloppy, plus the horns are crooked," Drew pointed out.
"I don't care! It's the last part of my costume!" she retorted.
"Give me that!" he said, grabbing her little hat and bag of cottonballs.
Blaire scoffed. As if Drew could sow.
Ten seconds later,
"Here."
Blaire looked at the shining hat that looked exactly like the top of Flaffy's head.
"I even made a sheep bell too." He said, giving her the little collar.
"Owner: Drew. Please call 418-XXX-XXXX if found," she read aloud.
He smirked.
"DREW!!!"
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The next day, Drew and Blaire arrived in the glorious city of Slateport. The sun was shining, Taillow were flying overhead, and people were smiling all around. Everything seemed to be perfect and normal, but not for Drew.
He glared at everything that surrounded him, probably scaring a few children in the process. Exactly why was he angry? Because of Blaire? That's partly it. He was angrier at himself because he knew he gave in when he said he wouldn't. He accepted her to be his partner. Why did he do that? Sure, her performance yesterday was good, but was it being-Drew's-partner good?
"Hey, Grumps, what's up?" Blaire asked, a bit confused to his constant glaring.
He glared at her, he glared at the ground, he glared at her; nope, it was all her fault.
"Horton?"
Drew twitched. He knew she knew his name, but she still insisted on using that fake name she knew was a fake name, but- He shook his head and glared darkly at her.
"Are you tired? You're kinda glowing… purple…" she stated unsurely.
Blaire was a little scared. Here was her partner walking through the happy port town of Slateport with a glare on his face and emitting purple lights- and not the happy kind either.
"Hor-"
"SHHT!" he cut her off, before she could finish that word.
Blaire shut her mouth. What was up with him?
"Fine, Hor, but let's head off to the Pokemon Center," she said, putting an emphasis on his new nickname.
She walked past him and purposely flicked her hair into his face. Payback. She grinned as he glared and emitted more purple lights.
In a walk of silence, with Blaire leading the way, eventually led them to the beach.
"I think I made a wrong turn," she mumbled.
Drew stalked past her and flicked his hair, accidentally smacking her in the face.
Blaire cradled her hands to the now forming bump on her head, caused by the one-and-only Drew. Lord, help me if there's ever more than one.
"My bad," he said, giving her an evil smirk.
Hitting her seemed to release the stress he was building up. Turning around towards Blaire, he gave her a friendly smile.
She blinked, then blinked again. Was he smiling at her? She poked his head for a second.
As soon as she touched him, Drew lost the smile and almost smacked her in the face, missing by just an inch. Darn.
Blaire was surprised to see a hand fly past her face.
"Oh, so that's how you want to play, huh? Well, now," she murmured before doing the same thing Drew did, but closer.
Now it was Drew's turn to be surprised. He glared when Blaire was grinning defiantly at him, but it was his turn now.
"OH MY GOSH!!! IS THAT DREW?" a girl squealed from the beach
Losing his focus, he accidentally smacked Blaire in the nose. Well, maybe nothing accidental about that… but he grinned as a group of teenyboppers and reporters ran his way.
"Drew! Drew" they cheered, as his partner was seething.
Did he just hit her in the face again? Thoughts raced in Blaire's head, all of them involving the famous coordinator, but none of them too nice. One actually involved her hairspray and a match, but it's not like it was too bad. Jumping him, stripping him, and leaving him in a room full of his female fan-horde would be bad. Attacking him with a homemade flamethrower would be nice compared to that, but Blaire decided against it, letting the nicer little portion of her win this time.
"Hey, Hor!" Blaire called, swinging her hand at the back of Drew's head.
He turned, not really expecting anything to happen from her.
SMACK.
Too bad he judged wrong.
"OMIGOD!! Drew, are you okay???" they screamed.
Drew was in a bit of a daze and didn't know what to think. Maybe he should have thought that he was just slapped by a girl, or maybe he should have been aware of the flashing of cameras; the angry screaming girls could also count as distracting.
"My bad, Hor," Blaire said in a mock apologetic tone, "But you moved. I might not have hit you if you didn't do that."
"Don't call Drew a whore!" one teenybopper yelled.
"Mr. Drew! Who is she? Is she your rumored partner?" a reporter asked, waving a magazine with Blaire and Drew on the front cover.
Drew looked at it in aghast. There, shining on the cover of Poke'Entertainment, was Drew. He probably wouldn't have minded that fact if BLAIRE was hanging on his back, grinning at the cameras.
"Drew and Mystery Girl?" Blaire read aloud. "You'd think they'd have enough decency to at least put my name. I'm sure that I told them what it was."
"So is she really going to be your partner, Mr. Drew?" the reporter asked once again.
"Yeah! Why her? She looks weird!" a little girl whined.
"She looks like ugly! You could do SO much better than her! I'm way prettier than she is! Let me be your partner, Drew!!!" another girl screamed from the forming crowd.
Drew's mind was practically blank. Was this what they would call bad publicity? Mentally, he saw himself spinning in a pit of despair. Bad publicity, bad publicity, bad publicity…
"I'm his partner," Blaire said firmly.
"No…" Drew murmured, "Nooo…"
Blaire looked at Drew weirdly, not comprehending what he was saying. So? Go? Low? What?
Drew couldn't take much more of this bad publicity. It would ruin him for sure!
Seeing his troubled looks, Blaire dragged him up. More cameras flashed, and more girls protested, but Blaire didn't pay attention.
"Come on, Horton," She said, trying to support his weight in his state of denial, "Hold on tight."
"What are you doing to Drew?" one girl shrieked.
"Let him go!"
"Ugly girl, let him go!"
"Don't contaminate our Drew!"
Blaire squeezed her eyes shut, obviously greatly irritated by all their noise, not words, but noise. Giving them her best ice-queen glare, she ran off, dragging Drew along with her.
Drew was still in shock as Blaire dragged him along. Bad publicity was all he thought. Would his reputation really go down if Blaire's performance was bad? Should he get a new partner? But he already told her she could be his partner… And Drew wasn't really one to go back on his word.
"Hey, you still with me? We're at the Pokemon Center now," Blaire stated, stumbling to a walk.
Drew was still quiet. What should he do? She wasn't completely bad at coordinating, but her looks were so…
"Unruly," he said.
"Excuse me?" Blaire asked, somewhat insulted.
Drew broke free from her grip and pointed an accusing finger at her.
"If you plan on being my partner, you have to look and behave better than that," Drew stated, looking at her in distaste.
"I'm sorry," she seethed, "But is that really how you treat someone who hightailed your sorry self away from trouble?"
Drew ignored her and pointed to her hair, "Have you ever brushed this? It looks like a jungle of tangles!"
Blaire gave him an angry look before stomping over to the counter. She thrust the two pokeballs the blonde threw at her towards Joy.
"Please restore them to full health," she ground out, emitting purple lights of her own.
"U-uhm, y-your n-n-name p-please?" the nurse stuttered.
"Blaire."
"Th-thank you, M-Miss Blaire. Pl-please waitasIhealthem!" she shouted before running into another room.
I think I scared her.
Hm? Really?
Drew chuckled while Blaire snarled and stomped over to the Videophones.
Pressing a few numbers, Blaire waited for the other line to pick up. Two rings later, the screen lit up, showing a smiling Joy.
"Blaire!" she smiled.
"Hey… Joy," Blaire muttered darkly.
"Oh? What's wrong?" she asked.
Blaire turned to glare at Drew who suddenly appeared behind her.
"Hello, m'dear Joy," he grinned charmingly.
So this guy is angry whenever I battle, goes in denial as soon as rumors start being spread around him, insults his saviors, then becomes friendly as soon as a pretty girl arrives.
"You mood swinger," she mumbled, too low for him to hear.
"Oh, hello, Mr. Horton," Joy said curtly.
"Call me Drew," he purred.
Pushing Drew out of the Videophone's view, Blaire went to talk to Joy.
"So how are things going over there? I'm in Slateport right now," she informed.
"Oh, have you met my sister?" the nurse asked excitedly.
"Joy? Yup, she looks just like you," Blaire chuckled.
Nurse Joy laughed at her little joke, "We do don't we?"
Drew pulled Blaire away from the screen. Before she could do anything, Drew went up to the lens and said,
"Sorry, Joy, I'm off to take Blaire to get a makeover. Can't having her look like a forest in the competition. Ciao."
With that, he turned off the Videophone. Blaire looked at him in horror.
"No," she said defiantly. "Absolutely not."
"You want to travel with me?"
She flinched.
"Then come on," he said before dragging her out of the Pokemon Center.