Like Lightning- Food Fight!
I was probably inspired to write this chapter because of my stomach pains or all the review you guys sent me :) Even though we won't know who I was inspired by, I want to thank the two people who reviewed and the two people that sent me OC's... don't forget the eleven people that read up to chapter nine! I think I have enough OC's to last me through the whole series so thanks . and ShadowStalker:)!!!! Also big thanks to White Rose Phantom! I wasn't even planning to update anymore since spring break ended, but I am now convinced that I'm going to try my best to continue this series no matter what! Well, hope you like my attempt to recreate my Spring-Break feel!
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"After much thinking and deciding, we have decided on who the winner of the Pokemon Cosplayers Contest is!!!" a lady exclaimed with excitement.
Blaire smirked at Drew. This was their moment of truth, and she could feel that she did better than him. It was in her bones; it was her destiny.
"Don't cry when you lose," he whispered.
"I was just about to say the same," she replied, "You can't fight your destiny, Drew."
"Now, without further ado, please give a welcoming round of applause for our winner.......................... #3!!! Drew!!!"
Blaire gaped.
"What was that about destiny?" he asked haughtily.
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"Can you believe how high our scores were?" Blaire shouted excitedly as the duo exited from the coliseum.
Drew shook his head. Even her annoying questions weren't enough to bring down his mood. Honestly, he could say he felt like he could do anything... not like he couldn't before. But thirty-nine had to be the highest score he ever had.
"And did you see the way we ended that? Total bang!" she cheered.
"Of course I saw it. I was doing it too,"he replied nonchalantly.
She let out a mock gasp, "You naughty, naughty boy."
He blushed, "Pervert."
She grinned. She really had an amazing time though. The last time she had experienced something like that had to be a long time ago.
"Hey, Drew," Blaire called.
"Using my name now? Took you long enough," he smirked.
She rolled her eyes. Most girls that met Drew would blush or faint from seeing that expression from him, but as if she would get bought by a simple smirk. She could probably give him one that could be much more devastating. She jumped on his back and gave him her shiniest grin when he asked her what she was doing.
"What's with that freaky expression," he asked under his breath.
Blaire let out a small chuckle and punched him on the head.
"OW! Quit hitting me all the time! You punch like a man!" he yelped, cradling his head to his hand.
She twitched. A man? She gave him a seductive chuckle and blew into his ear. She was no man. Period.
"Really now? Or is it just that you take punches like a sissy?" she asked in a sultry voice.
He blushed and tried to scratch his ear with his shoulder. Who knew that his ears were a sensitive spot for him?
"You wanna test that theory out?" he asked, dropping her on the ground.
She rubbed her semi-sore bottom. What happened to the nice Drew she was in sync with during their appeal time. Must've turned into this green monster when I wasn't looking. Blaire looked over him. He was REALLY attractive... especially in black, but she just didn't really like him like that. Maybe my skinny jeans have some magic power that spread my hotness to those who are fortunate to wear them. Basically, he was just like eye candy.
"You're on, but," her stomach growled, "I'm hungry."
Drew sighed. Most girls he spent time with would giggle, act cute, and never punched him, but Blaire was different, and not in the good way. He could've definitely mistake her for a man based on the way she acted. A recent happening flashed back in his head when she blew into his ear, causing him to blush. It was cold. Another memory popped into his head; this one was when she covered his eyes from seeing May on the screen. He probably would have taken her hands away if he wasn't so shocked to see his ex again. He should've been more prepared since he already knew she would be there.
"Let's go then," he said simply, pulling her up off the ground.
Blaire let out a startled gasp. Maybe she should have taken back that sissy comment. He pulled her up as if she was as light as a twig, a very tiny twig at that.
"I know, right? I thought you'd be heavier too since I almost always fall whenever you jump on me," he commented with a sarcastic look on his face.
She glared and punched him in the shoulder. When he let out a sound of pain, she laughed and ran ahead of him.
"Hurry up, Slowpoke! I want food, and you're treating me to it!" she called, waving her arms.
He sprinted towards her, "Who says I'm paying?"
"You're the one who invited me!" she said, running because he was getting closer.
He let out a playful growl. That girl could probably easily keep up with the guys in a marathon, maybe even win.
"Let's go before the place closes!"she whined, running faster. "I want a burger!"
"You're running too fast!" he panted, stopping to catch his breath.
She let out an annoyed whine and went back to get him. She grasped his hand firmly before breaking into a run, dragging him behind.
"I can't believe you're so slow!" she complained, not looking at him as she kept going.
"You're just too fast," he mumbled.
She heard him and flashed him a smirk and a peace sign. He faintly blushed and looked away, and she noticed. Her ego boost a little bit, knowing she was the reason. Too bad she wasn't really up for playing any romance games with anyone...
What kind of expression was that? Drew hoped that she didn't catch the color of his face. He guessed that he blushed a little since his face warmed up considerably. Her face looked completely different from the evil monster look he usually saw her with. Yes, Drew imagined her as a squash shaped green dino with tiny triangle teeth that were usually lodged into a prince's arm. Who was this prince? Why, him of course.
"How does Mr. Contesta know you," he asked suddenly.
She gave him a surprised look while she ran. She guessed that he caught that little slip up of hers. Oh, well.
"Guess we just have a past together," she said mysteriously.
"You have a past?" he wondered aloud.
Don't tell me she has one of those sap stories as a past? Is he her guardian? Uncle? Grandfather? Secret lover? Drew shook his head. He couldn't really picture Mr. Contesta as a pedophile. It just looked too unnatural to even picture.
Blaire snorted, "Of course I have a past, Dummy! You do too!"
"I do?" he asked stupidly.
"You came from your mother, didn't you?" she retorted, lack of food beginning to make her a touch irritated.
"What kind of past is that!" he shouted from behind her, not really expecting that comeback.
She sighed, "You came from your mother. Don't even argue about that unless you're willing to admit you're an alien from Mars to the public. Some might believe it because of your hair, but anyways, since you came out, everything that's happened to you is a part of history. So anything that's happened since then is called the past."
He blinked. Was she trying to feed him wise words, advert him from his question, or tell him he was stupid in a fancy.
"I'm not a Martian," he stated.
Blaire grinned and gave him the Star-Wars peace sign with her free hand. Her stomach rumbled again, making her run faster.
"FOOD! FOOD!" she screamed, crocodile tears streaming down her face.
"TURN!!!" Drew yelled, trying to pull her back.
Too late. Blaire slammed into a tree (I just love including trees in my stories for some reason. Have any of you noticed?), bringing Drew into it with her.
"Owwww," she whined.
"Turn doesn't mean keep going forward. Keep your eyes open on the road!" he scolded, rubbing his head once more. He was probably going to get a headache from her because of her personality and physical attacks.
"Sorry," she muttered then beamed. "We're here! WacDonald's!"
BANG!
And that would be Drew smacking his head against the trunk of the tree the duo just flew into. Yep, he was definitely going to get headaches because of this girl.
"Tittie-twister!" she yelled before pinching his mipples and twisting them.
"Aaaa-gggg-hhh!" he half shuddered and yelled at the same time. "Stop doing that!"
She looked at him innocently and retracted her fingers from his chest. Pouting, she pulled him up with a little difficulty.
"You're kind of heavy, y'know?" she stated while pulling him to the counter of small fast-food restaurant. "I'll have three Whoopers, a large fries, one medium soda, and one large one please." she said to the drooling cashier.
She handed Blaire's receipt over with dreamy sparkles in her eyes, her eyes only transfixed on Drew and his shirtless, skinny-jean wearing self, "You're number's 406."
"And you act like a man," he grumbled, not paying attention to the adoring cashier.
"Well, someone has to do it," she sighed, pulling him to one of the many tables. "Hope you don't mind eating a Whooper."
He glared at her for the first comment and started massaging his pecs, "Why'd you order three?"
"Haven't you ever heard ze saying, 'One for you; Two for me'?" she replied in her French accent.
He twitched. Was she purposely trying to get him out of his good mood? And she was thinking she was going to eat two Whoopers in front of him? Drew's internal face had a mischievous grin plastered on its face, a perfect idea of revenge running through his head.
"Four-oh-six," the cashier called, waving at Drew.
He unintentionally ignored her, staring at the ceiling panels, calculating the formulas of his complicated evil plan.
Blaire grinned happily and skipped towards her food. Her smile broadened as she smelled the food. It looks so gooood, and it's all MINE!!! She did a little spin before grabbing the bags and running over to the table where she and Drew sat at before dragging him outside to a nearby bench. Setting it on the bench, she laughed evilly and stared greedily at the food.
Drew grinned at this and grabbed two of the three Whoopers, quickly unwrapped them, and bit into them. Blaire looked at him in horror.
"M-m-my... MY WHOOPERS!!!" she shrieked and fell to her knees.
"Tasty," he said, taking another two bites.
"Dreeeeeeeew," Blaire glared and grabbed a few of the ketchup packets she stole from the counter. "Eat ketchup, Food Thief!"
With that, she tore them open and squeezed all the tomato she could on Drew's head. Shaking the little packet for emphasis, Blaire gave him a fake smile.
"Tasty," she mocked, licking her lips.
Drew gave her a dark chuckle and grabbed a few of the remaining ketchup packets, "Oh, yeah?"
"Don't you dare," she warned, making a cross out of fries in her hands, "I shun you!"
He riped them open and squirted the contents all over her.
"It's on!" she yelled, throwing her cross of fries at the other coordinators head.
They would've hit his face too if he didn't open his mouth and eat them. How did he react that fast? Was he some sort of secret ninja? She chucked more fries at him in anger; she was going to land one good hit, and he wasn't going to eat what she threw.
"Let me hit you!" she ordered fiercely.
Drew grabbed a handful of fries and stuffed them in your mouth, "Let's see how long those can keep you quiet."
Blaire coughed... then coughed some more... then gagged. The boy blinked. Did he take his joke a little too far? He cautiously went up to the choking teen and patted her on the back.
"Are you okay?" he asked seriously.
Blaire's face was turned from him, but he saw her nod. He let out a sigh of relief. Relief?
The girl was grinning while he wasn't aware and made a reach for her ice- cold Sprite. Making sure she had a firm grip on the cup, she dumped all the liquids over his body- head, chest, and all.
SPLASH!
The light green-haired coordinator let out a startled gasp before glaring at his partner.
"Soda?" he seethed.
She beamed and nodded furiously, "Yep!"
"Hehehe," he chuckled before enveloping her in a sloppy, wet hug.
She squirmed, "Let go you, wet dog! You're weeet!!!! Nooooo!"
He laughed and held her tighter. Blaire scowled at him before licking his cheek. He, in turn, blushed.
"Now THAT was tasty," she chuckled.
The pair looked at each other for a moment before full out laughing. Blaire was covered head to belly with ketchup and had a few fries sticking out of her shirt- not to mention she was a little damp. Drew's hair was a mix of light green and bright red. He had a bit of salt at the rims of his mouth, and he was wet, not damp, but wet- make that soaked.
They both continued laughing in each other's arms, not even noticing the man with his camera positioned at them a little bit away. The lens snapped, and he ran off to find the nearest reporter, not wanting to get caught by the two unsuspecting teens.
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May was walking down one of the many halls of the Slateport Coliseum with a blank expression on her face. The scenes of Drew and Blaire being together kept replaying themselves over and over again in her head. The way the two seemed so... together was frustrating. When she and Drew were together, the paparazzi said that it looked like they were made for each other. Back then, she was so proud to hear that, but if they were made for each other, why was he with another woman that WASN'T her? It wasn't fair! He was supposed to be hers! Not that other girls!
"Today's contestants were pretty good," someone said, walking into the hallway.
May masked her face into a serene facade, not wanting to worry anyone.
"Especially the last pair! Those two looked really promising," another said enthusiastically, obviously still thrilled from their performance.
"Yeah! They looked so good together!" the first one commented.
May's heart clench. Look good together? That was supposed to be her they were talking about! They were talking about her, right?
"Not only that, they were in total sync!" the second person let out a dreamy sigh, "It must be so romantic!"
May couldn't take it anymore and ran past them into the solitary confines of her dressing room. Tears began to pour down her face, and she started bawling. Why weren't they talking about the relationship between Drew and her? Why were they talking about some girl that just appeared out of no where! She wasn't her! Drew would come to his senses and see that he really wanted her, not that other girl. She was his! Drew was just unsure!
"He's mine, he's mine..." she cried, slamming her fist into the mirror.
Memories began floating into the windows of her mind. She remembered it all: when they first got together, all the good times, the bad, and the break-up. More tears poured out as it all came back to her. It was all so glorious, and she wanted it back! She wanted it back so badly that the once strong girl she was began to crumble.
She looked at herself in the slightly cracked mirror. A small stream of blood was dripping down her hand, but it didn't hurt. Her heart was hearting much more than any wound she could have got at the moment, and she hated it. She hated it all. She hated that he wasn't with her, she hated that those times with Drew would only be memories, but most of all, she hated that girl.
May began to chuckle darkly. It was all because that girl came into the picture, wasn't it? If she hadn't come, nothing bad would have happened! She and Drew would still be together. Everything would be normal, but it wasn't because she was there! And for that, she would pay.
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Hope I didn't make May seem toooo bad xP But my story, my plot, mostly not my characters. I can't believe I just finished chapter 10!!! I've never gotten that far for any of my series! Can anyone say progress?