May Maple was not much of a thinker. Much like any other person with a pea sized brain. A human body needs brain to function so she can't use it too much.
And if by chance, by any sheer chance, a chance as small as a mosquito lifting a mountain alone, she thinks, it would be about food and breathing. And contest, can't forget those, now can we?
But right now, all that our dear May Maple could think of was: Damn that mosquito!
Now, what did our poor little insect do to make her this angry? And moreover, made her use her small brain?
Sit on Drew's face, that's what. Tempted by it, she had, in a way, done something which had never happened to him.
That is, she slapped Drew.
Now again, despite what everybody will try their hardest to convince you, Drew wasn't the type to hold a grudge.
And anyone who did that would be lying. Like his sister who will tell you that he dyed her hair pink because she forgot to iron his shirt during an important function. But, no, really. She is lying through her teeth.
Drew was a gentleman, and gentlemen do not hold grudges.
But like stated before, Drew Hayden, like any other gentleman, have his moments.
Which brings us to now. He was refusing to speak to her.
Which, in his mind, was comparitively milder. Think about it, he could have dyed her hair a mixture of neon blue, green and purple and put sand in her mouth while she was sleeping.
See? What a gentleman!
"Drew!" May whined. Drew ignored her.
Right now, Drew was leaning against the wall, very much like he had been while that stupid incident. But this time, he was ever alert…and pretending to sleep.
May was 101% sure he was just acting.
And that is very sure.
Her eyebrows furrowed and she crossed her arms under her breast. She just can't take it.
"Drew," She hissed, "talk to me or I'll…have Wartortle attack you."
A little fear nudged his mind, especially due to the fact that he knows that the water Pokémon do not like him for the reasons unknown.
Okay, maybe not that unknown.
But, she won't do something like that right?
Right?
May gritted her teeth in frustration. What can she do to make him talk to her?
May smiled.
Drew was still pretending to sleep when he heard all the voice stop. Now, either May had finally gotten the clue or…
He mentally winced as he waited for the ice cold water attack, with the cherry on the top courtesy of Wartortle's habit to blow on him.
But neither happened. He waited and waited.
He imagined a question mark hanging in the mid air when he felt pressure on his thigh and a small tingling on his nose.
And why the heck does his thigh feel warm?
Curiosity killed a cat, but here, curiosity nearly gave him a sweet heart attack.
Plus, Drew Hayden is no cat.
May was sitting on his thigh, nose almost touching his and staring at him.
That almost made his heart stop and his breath hitched. And his body made itself painfully known. Damn, these pants were just too tight.
"What, in the name of Arceus, do you think you are doing?" Drew asked, his eyes closing a little when she moved.
"Finally, you finally talked to me." She grinned.
"May," He drew in a sharp breath when she moved again to listen.
"Yes, Drew?" She asked.
"What are you doing?"
May rolled her eyes and moved forward on his leg, speaking slowly "Drew, I was trying to make you talk to me. Is it clear enough now?"
"Were you thinking of getting up any time soon?" Drew asked, patiently.
"Are you talking to me now?" May asked childishly.
"No."
"Then no."
"Fine then, be that way!" Drew huffed and closed his eyes, momentarily forgetting about their condition.
"Drew. Drew! DREW!"
O.O
'Oh Arceus, has this woman got no modesty at all?' Were precisely the thoughts of the very skilled coordinator, Drew Hayden.
Now why he was bothering the ever busy Arceus about it is out of my knowledge.
May was currently straddling his waist, jumping up and down on his stomach and a little below.
Which, I might add, were giving the green haired teenageboy very provocative ideas.
And it hurts bad.
"Drew! Talk to me, damn it!" She shouted, frustrated.
"May," He hissed though gritted teeth, "It hurts."
"What did you say?" She spoke while she continued to jump.
If he could not have children, he knew who to sue now.
"May," Giving him his best glare, he placed both his hands on her sides, stopping her movement, "I said, it fucking hurt!"
"Huh? What hurts?" She asked.
"May! It hurts me in certain parts of my body if you jump on me like that! And it is not sane to jump on everybody's stomach!" Drew informed the brunette.
Suddenly (and surprisingly) understanding his meaning, her face flared up as she quickly climbed off of him.
"Thank you." Drew said bitingly and she glared at him.
"Sorry." May mumbled.
"For..?" Drew looked at her in expectations.
"Sorry for slapping you and also for jumping on you like that." And as she spoke, her face took on a shade he didn't even know existed.
But then again, he doesn't know many things.
They sat around for few minutes, May still blushing wildly, waiting for the rain to stop.
"When the rain stops, we are going to get the hell out of here the first thing." Drew muttered as he sat near the cave entrance, watching the rain with slight irritation. He looked at his poketech. 7 pm. He sighed.
Here he was, stuck in a cave with his rival and love interest –err, dense love interest- and the rain just continued to pour. What worse could happen?
As if on cue, the clouds rumbled followed by heavy lightening, and the rain started pouring harder.
And May, sitting behind him latched onto him, trembling a little. That gave him a little hope. Holding her all night didn't seem like such a bad idea.
And he had seen in movies, this situation usually led to something more. And for the record, he had read about it too.
"May, are you afraid of thunder?" He asked softly, stroking her brunette hair lovingly.
He cocked his eyebrow as she stopped trembling and after a pause, stood up straight with a straight face. There was not even a speck of terror on her face.
"Nope. Not really," She said with a sudden big grin, "but that seemed like a right thing to do for the situation."
Now that again, he noticed, did not happen in any movie he had watched. Or any book he had read. And once again, he had watched plenty. And read plenty.
Usually, the girl, in this case May, was supposed to be scared shitless of the thunder and was supposed to be frozen cold, seeking some warmth and comfort from the boy, in this case Drew. This would, in some fortunate cases, even lead to something like kissing, and then lust and then moans and grunts would be heard and they both will be a sweaty mess after-
Here, I will stop with the dirty mind of Drew. I swear it is even dirtier than my last week's socks!
But, the contrast of reality with fiction, and his imagination, hit him with full force.
No, really, it did hit him with full force.
In form of a towel.
"What the hell do you think you are doing hitting me with random things, Maple?" Drew asked, holding the towel which he recognized had came from his own bag.
He could sue her for rummaging through his bag.
"You stink. Go take a bath." She replied shortly.
"What the…I do not stink!" Then with a double check when he sniffed himself, "Do I?"
"Yes, my dear, you do stink. You should bath." May replied cheerfully.
"I don't have a water type Pokémon." Drew excused.
"You can have my Wartortle. And I am hearing no excuses."
o.o
Drew had always known that the water type Pokémon of his rival, May Maple, had not particularly liked him. Hell, he even knew that the Pokémon's feeling towards him could somewhat be described as even 'hate'.
But today, mark this day on your calendars; he truly realized the extent of that distaste.
And he is glad to say that the feeling is reciprocated.
After May had insisted that he take a bath, and volunteered to let him use her Pokémon, Wartortle had given him 'that' smile, much to Drew's horror.
Which smile, I don't know.
And no thank you, I don't wish to know.
Drew now had a very well understanding for the Pokémon's on the receiving ends of a water attack.
And he is pretty sure that he will have nightmares about the turtle Pokémon for at least 2 months if not for his whole life.
"What happened to you? A bath is usually relaxing but you look like…" May stared at Drew, mouth agape.
"A Roselia who was beat up by a turtle?" Drew offered. May shook her head no.
"A cabbage that was caught in a tsunami."
o.o
"Drew…" May started but her stomach finished for itself.
"Yes, I heard you. And it." Drew said, his eyes still closed as he enjoyed the light spray of water he was getting while he continued to sit near the cave.
"Then do something!" May snapped.
"Do you have any food?" Drew finally opened his eye and looked at her, "And no, I mean proper food."
"No, do you?" May asked hopefully.
Drew sighed, "Get me my bag. Let me see if I have anything."
May got up and walked over to his bag. Picking it up, she almost fell down.
"What do you put in this thing?" She cried as she dragged it to where he was sitting.
"Necessities."
"Oh?" May uttered with a raised eyebrow as she saw what all poured out of the backpack full of 'necessities'.
Hair products, combs, tools for grooming his Pokémons, books, a mobile, more hair products, few utensils, his sleeping bag and finally a brown bag.
"How do you fit those in their?" May asked, amazed.
"You will see."
That comment confused May.
But then again, many things confused her.
"There." Drew tossed her a can of noodles and a pair of chopsticks.
"Noodles?" She eyed the can with distaste.
"Don't like noodles?" Drew asked with a trace of amusement. May shook her head.
"Then May must know how to cook."
May stared at the brown bag he had set in front of her, full of different vegetables, along with a bottle of water and few small bottles.
"What am I supposed to do with this? I can't cook for my life!" May exclaimed.
That troubled Drew, "You can't cook?" May shook her head no, "What type of girl are you? Girls should know how to cook!"
"Sexist!" May accused.
"I heard brunettes are naturally dumb."
"You have no right for hair color jokes when your own hair is green!" May fumed.
"So, you want the noodles or are you going to cook?" Drew asked.
"I don't want noodles. Can't you cook?" May asked.
"Not necessarily. I usually do with noodles." Drew said uncertainly.
"You eat nothing but noodles?"
"May, I also stay at a Pokémon centre with food. I just don't cook." Drew replied.
"So, will you cook or not?"
o.o
The meal was…interesting.
Drew had May cut all the vegetables while he helped her…if you can call it that.
The cooking was up to him. 30 minutes later, they were seated across from each other, a bowl of stew in front of both of them.
"It tastes…fine." May said as she tastes a little.
"It's…okay." Drew replied, vowing to never eat his own cooking again. Noodles can suck after eating them every day, but it was better than this.
"You can do better." May told him cheerfully.
"You have no right to tell me, miss 'I-can't-cook-for-my-life'!"
To be continued
I refuse to make it any longer! Sorry for the short chapter again.
light-chiix3 : No, this fiction won't have only 7 chapters. The first day started from chapter 2. And as you can see, we are breaking each day into 2 or 3 chapters so it is not possible for it to have 7 chapters.
DawmMay:Oh, we do hope you don't. Because if you do, someone might be pestering you to no end. Glad you liked it. And don't worry; she'll make sure to keep it short.
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