Hehe… I finally put a little romance just for you guys! And once more, OC's. I. Need. Contestants…. And just to let you know, I simply adore the three people who read up to chapter seven! Whoever you are, this is for you!!!
Disclaimer: I don't own; you can't sue. Haha, suckas! What now?
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"I can't believe you gelled my hair," Drew pouted.
Blaire grinned, "You wouldn't stand a chance against me like that."
Now, Drew's hair was styled to match one of a Rosellia's head.
"But I still think my costume's better," she pointed out.
He waved up his rose pom-poms sarcastically, "Against this?"
She nodded.
He thwacked her in the face with one of the buds, "Don't think so."
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"I can't believe I'm in your pants," Drew said miserably.
Blaire laughed at how wrong the sentence sounded, "You know you like it."
He glared at her, "And why are they so tight? My legs can barely move!"
"You have to admit those skinny jeans are sexy," she pointed out.
"My legs can't breath!" whispered between clenched teeth.
She chuckled, "They're legs. They don't really need air."
"But they need room to move! And these pants don't exactly let me do that," he yelled.
Blaire shrugged, thinking the whole thing was pretty funny.
But why was Drew in her pants? To start off, Blaire had won their bet yesterday since her opponent, Drew, returned Roselia to its pokeball before the match really ended. To her, that sounded as good as a forfeit got. Then, Blaire decided to drag him shopping. Poor Drew. Since Blaire wanted to save money and Drew refused to pay, she bought him a collar with a vintage rose and a few black bracelets. And since Drew was barely taller than her (only because he had a longer torso and the skinny jeans were too big on her), she let him use her clothes. That is why Drew was wearing Blaire's black skinny jeans.
"So wear's the shirt?" he asked, beginning to adjust to the tightness of the pants.
Blaire grinned, "What shirt?"
"What do you mean by 'What shirt?'" he roared.
"I mean, what shirt do you speak of because I bought you no shirt," she said, slipping on a necklace with a lightning bolt on it.
Drew looked seriously ticked, "Then what am I going to wear?"
"This," Blaire said simply before clipping the rose collar around his neck.
"This is all I'm wearing?" he asked, glaring fiercely into her close-up eyes.
"Yeah, pretty much," she stated, sliding the bracelets onto his wrists. "Don't we make a hot couple?"
"No," Drew said sourly, trying to stretch the pants.
"I think so," Blaire sang, giving herself a look in the mirror, "But I make up 99% of that good-looking-ness."
Blaire wore a black mini-skirt and black footless leggings with black high heels. Unlike Drew, she wasn't topless. She wore a tight, lacy tank top with a thinner camisole that was only visible at the bottom.
"Funny how I thought you didn't even reach a percent, but I'd make up for that," he said, hoping to irritate her.
She looked in the mirror for a second before reaching her conclusion, "Nope."
He sighed and banged his head against the hotel wall.
That's right, Drew and Blaire were sharing a room with one bed in a hotel. Did they share the bed? Nope. Even though Blaire tried to argue that a lady should be the one sleeping on the bed, Drew retorted that she wasn't a lady, leaving Blaire to sleep on the couch. End of story.
Blaire looked over Drew's clothes. He wasn't really bad looking, just not really her type.
"Hey!" she shouted in astonishment, "Your mipples are pink!"
BANG!
And that would be the sound Drew of banging his head in disbelief.
"Stop looking at them!" he glared, covering them with his hands.
"You're acting like a girl. Mine are bigger anyways," she boasted.
He grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the room.
"Not by much," he whispered under his breath.
"HEY!!! They are too!" she yelled from behind him.
And that was all that they said until they arrived at the Slateport Coliseum.
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"Miss May! Over here!" a reporter yelled, hoping to catch the brunette's attention.
"Yes?" she asked, giving him a charming smile.
"Is it true that you are going to be a judge for the Pokemon Couples Coordinating Contest?" he asked.
"That's why I'm here, isn't it?" she replied with a giggle.
The reporter blushed. She was very cute in many people's eyes, and he like many others, liked the young coordinator.
"Miss May!" a female red-headed reporter called as her camera man snapped a few pictures.
She gave the other female a secret look of irritation. May could truthfully say that she didn't like female attention. Giving the reporter the most realistic smile she could, she nodded.
"We have interviewed your ex, Mr. Drew in Mauville and know for a fact that he is participating. Do you have any comments on that?" she asked, putting emphasis on the word ex.
Mays ears perked up in interest. Drew was going to be there?
"Umm… Would you know who is partner might be?" she asked, showing the cameraman her innocent eyes.
He flushed and handed her a copy of the latest Poke'Entertainment. She looked at the cover, hiding her interest in it. On it was a girl with long unruly green hair hanging on Drew's back with her legs wrapped around his torso. The shot was taken at a kind of bad angle so she couldn't see her ex's face very well. I wonder if he's forgiven me?
"Well, I guess I would say good luck," she said, showing her fake smile once more. "Excuse me please, but I have to go now! Sorry!"
With that, she ran into the building into her dressing room. She let out a huff. It was true that the two had a breakup, a pretty bad one in fact, but she couldn't deny that she still had feelings for the young, green-haired coordinator. Honestly, she was glad that he was going to appear in the contest. She had a little hunch that he would since he never was one to back out of a challenge.
She slipped on a pretty pink dress and two little star clips into her short brown locks. A knock was heard from outside, making May jump, but it was only the make-up artist. As the lady worked on her eyes, May was inwardly full of hope. Maybe we can get back together again.
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"Horton! I'm so hungry," Blaire cried, grabbing her stomach in desperation.
Drew sighed, "No, because if I'm not eating, you aren't either. And call me Drew in the competition."
She pouted, "Fine, Hor."
BANG! BANG!
Blaire looked at Drew in surprise, only to see him banging his head on the coliseum wall.
"I-"
BANG! BANG!
Blaire sighed. Every now and then, she wondered which one of them was more immature.
BANG! BANG!
Now she was beginning to get irritated.
BANG! BANG!
This time, she walked up to him and pinched his mipple and twisted it, "Tittie-twister!"
Drew almost screamed, but only let out a yelp of pain.
"Are you done with your banging?" she asked, still having a firm grip of the tit in her fingers.
He only nodded, unable to speak because of the pain.
"Good," she said, finally letting go, "You were making too much noise?"
If Drew wasn't in so much pain, he might have blushed, knowing she meant it in a dirty way, but he was in pain, so he didn't.
"So what's going to be happening today first?" she asked, only getting a squeak in response.
Blaire blinked. Maybe she went too far.
"Aha," she let out a nervous chuckle and guided him to the door, "Why don't we get you inside?"
Drew just groaned, causing Blaire to blush. What a sexy sound.
"Uhhhmmmm," she said, unsure what to do besides take him inside.
Once they entered the room, all the female contestants blushed, a few male ones as well. Drew looked at them with a pained expression on his face as he leaned on his female partner. All the girls swooned, and a few of them had nosebleeds on the spot.
"Wow. This is one way to take out all the competition," she breathed.
Drew just grunted. Guiding him towards a bench, she let him sit, standing up since there was no room on the bench.
"You don't have registration," he coughed, the pain finally numbing.
Blaire gave him a mysterious smirk, "Don't worry about that. Besides, I think the contest is starting now."
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the Pokemon Couples Coordinating Contest in Slateport city!" an orange-haired girl welcomed from the middle of the stage.
All the contestants were in the back, only watching by a big-screen TV in the front of the room. After a few more words most of the coordinators didn't care to listen to, the announcer introduced the judges.
"Now I will introduce the judges," the girl proclaimed.
Blaire and Drew perked up a little.
"Mr. Raoul Contesta!" she said, pointing to a bi-color haired man wearing a burgundy blazer.
"Hello there! I hope you all have a pleasant time here," he said with a smile.
The camera moved on to the next person.
"Mr. Suziko!"
The monkey-looking man simply waved before the camera moved onto the third judge.
"Our very own Nurse Joy!" the girl said with pride.
Blaire glared, while Drew scoffed. What luck. It was the same Joy that seemed to be scared out of her wits of Blaire.
"And our guest judge, last years Hoenn Grand Cup Winner, May!" she cheered as the camera focused on the brown haired female.
Drew visibly flinched, and Blaire gave him a wondering look.
"I hope we all have fun," May smiled, which seemed to show sparkles in the screen.
The male portion of the audience roared with applause. Blaire covered Drew's eyes.
"Hey!" he yelped in surprise, "What are you doing?"
"So that was the famous ex I heard about," she murmured.
Drew relaxed into her hold, not even realizing that the contest was starting. Lucky for them, they were last anyhow.
Blaire kept her hands over Drew's eyes, not saying a word. She knew when there was a time to speak, and right now didn't seem like one of those times.
Drew didn't like Blaire in the beginning. She was loud, annoying, witty, and sarcastic. He thought she was a stalker and a maniac that belonged in the asylum, but like this… he really didn't mind. Maybe she wasn't so bad after all.