I HATE SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Just thought I'd point that out.
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The Sunday List of Dreams
Chapter 10: Alto Mare
Operator, operator, don't call me, I'll call you later! Operator, operator, I'm just fine I'll call you later! Why would I wanna be anybody else but me? Why would I ever be anybody else but than me? I'm everything I'll ever wanna be, a girl like me! A girl like me!
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I do sincerely hope you enjoy this chapter. And I hate school. If I haven't already mentioned that (which I have ohohoho) being a senior rocks and all but seriously, college applications suck!!!!!!!
"Well, this is an interesting scene." May snickered as she hid from behind the door, a sliver of the scene that had unfolded in front of her as the door was only partially opened.
'Well I went to go see if Misty was all right, but she looks like she's cozying up fine to lil' Ashy-boy!' May couldn't hold back her giggles, holding her hand over her mouth in order to stifle the mirth that was threatening and pushing, bubbling against her lips. A sweet smile blossomed on the face of May, as she watched the two enjoy themselves, the soft whirl of wind and the spatter of water against the steel boat as it rocked in the water her only companion. The stars twinkled in the sky, as if they knew a secret nobody else did, winking and glittering in the velvet curtain they had been sewn into. May sighed in content, before turning and walking down the stairs, back to the main hallway of the middle deck in the ship. Smiling and humming to herself, May wasn't particularly paying attention. Her flip-flops clattered against her feet, and she wore nothing but a large white T-shirt and her favorite red shorts underneath. Her mind focused on other things, including questions and horrendously dirty questions she was bound to ask Misty even though she knew that nothing had happened considering they were in public and on a deck—
May tumbled straight into a soft and warm body, a small yelp flying past her mouth. She heard a groan from underneath her, and opened her eye. Her chin was resting on the chest of Drew, her body situated comfortably between his legs. Drew glared at her, and May grinned sheepishly. He propped himself up on his arms and hands, his death glare situated on May's pretty face.
'God, if looks could kill—' May giggled, still a little dizzy with a somewhat fuzzy and light feeling in her head, like she was on a sugar-high but the effects were somewhat dimmed.
"What the hell are you doing, you idiot?" Drew questioned harshly, eyebrows furrowing at May whom was giggling to herself like an idiot.
"Oohh, nothing!" May smiled cheerfully, and Drew could see the underlying secret, like she knew something he didn't…
It kind of bugged him.
"Right. And what are you doing walking around at…" Drew glanced at the watch wrapped around his wrist. "…11:30 at night?" He quirked an eyebrow curiously at May, who had just tried to sit up and prop herself against her hands, but failed miserably and ended up falling right back onto Drew. He made a slight noise at this, and May opened her cobalt eyes to watch him curiously, a purely innocent look on her face, her brunette hair strewn across his chest and her head tiled slightly to the side. Drew blinked, the blood rushing to his face, breathless for a moment.
"Nothing!" She gave him that secretive smile again, and Drew was mentally smacking himself about his previous thoughts.
"…." Drew chose not to say anything, but rather helped May stand up and off of him. She wobbled for a moment, as if unsure of herself or her legs. She stood up straight, took a deep breath in, before exhaling slowly, her eyes closed, long lashes fanning against her cheeks. Drew found himself staring. May opened her azure eyes slowly, and her glance caught Drew's.
"Any reason you keep lookin' at me?" May asked, a single eyebrow raised at Drew's suspicious behavior, before grinning like a Cheshire cat.
"I know I'm pretty Drew, but geez, staring is rude!"
"Don't flatter yourself. I was just thinking how anybody could be so idiotic to the point where they can't even stand when they're sober." He snorted at her comment, smirking inwardly at the clever remark and the angry look on May's face.
"What?!" May gave a quiet shrill, her mind still aware of her surroundings and the time.
"You heard me." He smirked, before walking off in the opposite direction of where she had tumbled onto him.
"Hey, wait a minute, get back here!!"
The morning came too quickly. The ship, still slightly rocking against the harbor, the waves pushing and pulling it lightly, had already stopped in the harbor of Alto Mare. Light was pouring in waves into the girls' cabin, and Misty felt herself groan, a light headache pulsing against her temples, the light an unwelcome feel and pain to her eyes, before she turned and dove further beneath the warmth of her covers. She could lightly, subconsciously hear Dawn moan unhappily, and the shuffle of sheets.
May didn't like the sun. Or waking up. Or not being asleep. Especially after last night, when she'd spent up until 1 in the morning, chasing and flirt— whoa, whoa, wait, what!? May shot up from her bed, blanket hanging half in her face and atop her head, her pillow falling to the side. She was breathing heavily. She dropped back against her pillows, rolling from side to side a few times before hiding herself under her covers, on her belly. She groaned to herself.
Dawn sighed, tired, even though she had been the earliest in bed. Well, yeah. Early. Midnight was early. Dawn rustled against her blankets, turning away from the blinding light that was trying to filter past the skin of her eyelids and into her poor eyes. She shuffled under her covers, on her belly, her tank top riding up against her waist, her white and sky blue polka dot shorts curling and wrapping tightly against her thighs.
Misty turned again, her eyes opening and wincing against the bright light. Togepi was safely hidden in a pokeball, rather than on the battlefield that was Misty's bed. Her blankets had entangled her legs, and curled up against her waist and arm. Her pillows had fallen to the floor, only one of them still situated from underneath her head, the other she had curled up against at night, and was rumpled and located by her side. She blinked slowly, her teal eyes tired. She yawned once more, the back of her mouth covering it lightly, but never touching her lips. Her arm flopped down, and she turned in the direction of her alarm clock, and the other two girls.
Misty felt her eyes widen.
"OH SHI— WAKE UP!"
"Haah!?" May cried, shooting up, hands propping the top of her body up. Her lidded eyes looked around frantically, or, as frantically as a half-asleep person could. She turned to Misty, who was hopping on one foot, trying to get her shorts on.
"What's going on…?" Dawn groaned, voice muffled from under the pillow she had just stuffed over her head.
"We're late! It's already 11:30!!!" Dawn's pillow flew to the side of the bed, and Dawn, now alert, jumped out of her bed, tripping and falling, her legs caught in the spider web of her blanket.
"What?! When did this happen?!" May cried, falling out of bed. She rushed to the bathroom, shoving toothpaste onto her toothbrush before throwing it viciously into her mouth. Dawn sidestepped her, pulling her hair back and her bangs up before throwing water on her face.
"We're going to be late!!" Dawn wailed, before splashing water onto her face.
"I really wanted to race today, too!" Misty groaned, before joining the girls, dressed and almost ready to go.
"You still have time, Mist! Don't give up yet!" May cried, her words slightly incoherent, the toothbrush still placed in her mouth.
"You're right! Registration starts at 1. But damn, I'm so hungry!" Misty groaned.
May and Dawn could feel their stomachs grumbling at the mention of hunger. The three girls groaned unhappily in unison.
"Where are they?" Paul questioned, impatient. They'd been standing on the harbor now for two hours.
"May probably woke up late." Max dead panned, hands curled around a soda cup.
"Two hours late??" Drew questioned, quirking an eyebrow, his face positioned in his palm, as he relaxed under the table and chair. Paul turned to join him. Ash was too busy eating to really care. Brock smiled at them, always cheerful.
"Although I am surprised they're this late. You think Misty or Dawn would have woken up by now." Brock commented, and the other four boys looked at him for a moment, before turning away, back to their own devices. Brock could feel the sweat coming on at their irked attitudes.
"Sorry we're late!" The rushed and tired voice of May came from the direction of the ship, and there were the three girls, May in front, waving her hand at the group of guys, Misty and Dawn following closely.
Their faces were red, and May couldn't help but pant a little, her hands on her knees and bent over slightly, tired from the physical exertion. Dawn stretched, her hands placed slightly above her bottom, bending backwards and she felt the comfortable crack her back had made, before sighing. Misty wiped the slight amount of perspiration that had gathered on her forehead, her cheeks pink.
"You're two hours late. When the hell did you wake up?" Paul frowned, a look of pure aggravation marring his face.
"About… fifteen minutes ago!" Dawn replied, grinning cheekily. The five stared at them.
"Right! Let's go! I wanna eat!" May pumped her fist in the air, before the three took off to their left, towards the town.
"H-hey, wait up! Do you even know where you're going?!" Max cried, hand waving in front of him, before running after the three girls, who were laughing to each other, faces flushed.
"You're all signed up!" Nurse Joy smiled at Misty, who placed the pen down on the table, eyes glittering with excitement.
"Thank you so much!!" Misty squealed, excitement bubbling inside of her soul at the thought of racing.
"Oh, I think I'll sign up, too!" Dawn cried, picking up her pen. "Buizel would love this!"
"I wish I could, but Squirtle is still too young…" May pouted, arms crossed.
"It's too bad none of us can enter…" Max started, hand in a firm grip on Brock's ear.
"Why?" Misty asked, releasing her Dewgong from its pokeball. She smiled and pat the snow-white pokemon on its smooth head.
"None of us have water pokemon." Ash replied, grinning sheepishly while scratching the back of his head.
"I thought you would have entered Gyrados, not Dewgong, Misty." May laughed, and Misty sighed.
"They said I would have run over the rest of the participants with Gyrados." Misty smiled devilishly, clearly showing her intent to have done exactly that if she had been allowed to.
"You're horrible." May bat her eyelashes, waving her hand in front of her, up and down, smiling coyly.
"Well, what can I say?" Misty giggled, waggling her eyebrows conspiratorially.
"Don't think you can beat me, Misty!" Dawn laughed, returning before letting out her Buizel.
"Hah! I'd like to see you try and beat me!" Misty chortled, hands at her hips.
"Hmm, would you like to raise the stakes, then?" Dawn grinned, an evil plan forming inside her head.
"This race doesn't have stakes to begin with, Dawn." Misty rolled her eyes, but leaned in slightly, curious. She caught from the corner of her eye, everybody leaning in as well, eyes inquisitive.
"Well… We can discuss that later…" Dawn eyed the guys warily, before looking at Misty, sending a message with the simple gesture of her eyes.
"Ah, I see, I see." Misty smirked, and May felt herself sigh at them.
"All right then, we'll shove off from here. You guys can…" Dawn turned to look at the temporary traveling companions, waving her hand dismissively, "…go do whatever you usually do." Dawn's voice sounded almost uncertain for a moment, before she smiled readily and began skipping in the direction away from them.
"W-wait, where are you three going?" Max asked, full of questions today.
"Away from you!" May cooed, sticking her tongue out before the three ran off, their laughter fading from the spot they had just been standing in, lightly and slowly their laughter dulled and wafted into the sky, for all to hear.
Hmm, now what ever could be the bet??
I'm sorry this chapter sucked. And the outcome of the race… Hmmm… who do you think will win??
And…. What could be the stakes going on?!
We'll see in the next chapter!!
But you know, before I go any further, I was reading this story over again, to get a better feel of how it had been written when I wrote it a year ago/two years ago-ish.
AND, I kind of want to re-write it. I probably won't, though, because I'm already ten chapters in, but I was thinking about it.
Anyway, I've got a few new stories/one-shots coming up under my The Hills are Singing type royalty-ish maybe a fairytale crap. We'll see.
Anywho, I will definitely be modding the horrendous fan girls. There won't be so many, and yes, they will have brains. And pokemon. And semi-decent fighting/battling skills.
Ho ho ho, when will they appear? We may never know… (Well, I will.)