LISTEN UP PEEPS. I NEED YOUR HELP. IM CURRENTLY WRITING CHAPTER THIRTEEN. I NEED SOME EVIL PEOPLE. SERENA OR GARY? PM OR REVIEW PLS OR YOU WILL JUST KEEP GETTING FILLER CHAPTERS.

I want to say thanks to for reviewing on every chapter I make. Expect a unicorn for your birthday.

We had a ikari chapter before, now we have a contest chapter. Chapter eight already? Gosh, that's quick. I don't own Pokemon. Please don't hate. It makes me sad. Anyways to the chapter! Ok I realise I'm not funny. Just ignore me.

Chapter Eight: Stuck

May stumbled quickly to a huge house. It was at least seven floors high, with fresh green gardens and polished windows. Was this where Drew lived? No wonder he had so many fan girls. May glanced at her watch. Damn it! Two more minutes!

She shuffled to the front desk, where a tall man sat at. He looked up as she came to the desk.

"May Maple, are you? Or another of those fan girls?" He grumbled.

"I'm May Maple. Here's my ID card." Drew had said she needed one. Lucky she had remembered.

"Drew's on the top floor. Don't go in the lift. Use the stairs. Don't call for me if you need help, I'm going out for my lunch break." He shoved his phone in his pocket. "Don't tell Drew though, he'll kill me." He scurried out quickly.

May hurried to the steps. She looked up. Top floor? That was many steps to walk on. Wait, why couldn't she go on the lift? He didn't say. What was the risk? So she went on the lift. It went well. Floor one, floor two, floor three, floor… Wait why did it stop? There was a crack and a bang, and the lift jerked before it fell asleep. The lift had a glass front. She could see that she was halfway between floor three and four. She could see into floor four but not much. Now she knew how mice saw the world. Eek, it was creepy.

She couldn't scream for help; the man was on lunch break, and Drew would just laugh at her. She sighed and stretched her arms. She had a feeling she was going to be there for a long time.

()()()()()

Drew rolled his eyes. Trust May to be late. Ten minutes late to be precise. He could hear fan girl screams from below. He stood up and strode downstairs.

()()()()()

May cringed. There was Drew.

"Well May. What have you got into now? Having fun in that lift more than spending time with me? Huh." He flipped his hair.

"Oh what the heck grass head. It's not my fault this lift is more entertaining than you." She flushed red as she said it.

"Well who's the one looking like a tomato?"

"Am not!"

"Geez May. I thought you were more mature. Kids these days, starting arguments when they feel like it."

"I'm not a kid!"

"There we go again. Lucky I'm here to sort you out."

May growled.

"Ok Mister Rose, get me outta here and I won't kill you."

Drew smirked.

Ten minutes later, they were in a café, drinking milkshakes and having cake. Haha just joking. It wasn't that easy. Let's start again. Twenty seven minutes later, they were in Drew's personal eating area having smoothies and macaroons. Yeah, Drew lives in luxury.

Why twenty five minutes you ask? Five minutes for Drew to break the glass, two minutes for May to get out and the rest was May getting up the stairs. I know right, May needs to get some abs. Actually the image is sorta painful. Just let May struggle up the stairs.

After that luxurious snack ((snack?)) , they went to Drew's bedroom. Don't worry, they didn't do anything nasty. Guess what? They just talked. Amazing how relaxed this couple is. They did some cuddling, but nothing else. Oh, add a few blushes and some awkward silences. Relationship goals 3

But then Drew said something. ((Omg Drew said something lol my sentences tho))

"May, can we go out in public?"

"Uh Drew, you're sorta sending me to my death. Your fan girls are pretty dangerous."

Then, right on cue, you could hear fan girls.

"Ok ditch that idea." Drew said quickly.

May had to leave soon after to meet up with Misty. Drew was disappointed but he didn't show it. ((Damn Drew, that A star in drama came in well.))

He smiled at the thought of May.

"May, there's only one thing I want, which is you. I don't care if my fan girls kill us, we'll be together. It's a cheesy idea, but for you I will."

()()()()()

A/N: do the characters get tired of saying for you I will? Ha ha my writing skills are terrible. Don't know how you guys read it though. Please review, follow and favourite. Every little helps! Sorry Tescos. I sorta borrowed your slogan.

Catsaysmaw xxx