Chapter 8- Dinner gone wrong

May's POV

My eyes fluttered open. There was a cold spot next to me and it had woken me up. I looked and noticed Drew was no longer sleeping next to me. I couldn't see his sleeping bag and I couldn't see him.

"Drew?" I called softly, "Where are you?"

"I'm over here," he replied, quietly. I looked to see that Drew was sitting close to the dimmed embers of the remaining fire.

"What are you doing?" I asked.

"I'm making us something to eat," he answered, "I'm sorry did I wake you?" I shook my head. He walked to me and brushed my hair out of the way, before handing me my plate. No one else was awake. It was just me and him. He had packed up all his stuff neatly in his bag. Most off my stuff was packed up too, my bag resting nicely against his.

"We have to leave early on Flygon if we want to make it to the contest on time," he explained, noticing my obviously confused face. I nodded and quickly finished my food. He woke up Brock as I packed up my sleeping bag and got ready. He quickly explained what was going on and Brock nodded. It had stopped raining, but everything was wet as we walked outside.

"We'll leave soon," said Brock, "but we won't be there until late in the evening."

"That's ok," I assured, "we'll wait for you after we win."

"Good luck," he said, before he headed back into the cave to wake up the others. Drew released Flygon; who stretched and shook his head. Flygon saw me and made a happy whining sound.

"He's grown attached to you," Drew said as he helped me up.

"Really?" I asked, putting my arms around Drew's waist.

"Yeah, I think it's because you've been spending so much time with him," he answered, "actually, I think all my Pokémon are taking a particular shine to you."

"That's nice," I said, "I think my Pokémon are making good friends with yours. I think my Beautifly is taking a particular interest in your Masquerain."

"What? Really?" he asked.

"Yeah…" I trailed off.

"Yeah, it seems that my Masquerain likes your Beautifly too," he said after a while. We were quiet again, but I didn't mind. It was nice to be up in the sky with the wind rushing through my hair. I laughed suddenly, at the thrill of it all.

"What's funny?" he asked, turning to look at me with his sparkling emerald eyes.

"Nothing's really that funny, I'm just happy," I said.

Drew's POV

We landed and she quickly hoped down.

"Quick, we need to practise," she called as I ran after her. What had gotten into her? She stopped quickly and I almost ran into her.

"It's Craig," she whispered.

"What, where?" I asked. She pointed through the crowd.

"We could avoid him," I suggested.

"He's already seen me," she moaned. He had. He was making his way over to us.

"Drew, please can you do that jealous boyfriend glare thing again," she asked, "he gives me too much attention."

"I don't think it'll work," I hissed, "He doesn't take any notice of me."

"Please Drew, just try," she begged, her hands clasped together, looking at me with her bright blue eyes.

"I'll try, but I can't guarantee anything," I told her. He came closer. I scowled.

"May!" he called, "Hi! How are you?"

"Good I guess," she said, looking back at me.

"Why weren't just at the last contest?" he asked, "I missed you." I made a low growling noise. His gaze flickered to my face for a moment before he turned back to May.

"I was sick," she replied.

"Sick? What kind of sick? Are you better?" he bombarded her with questions.

"She's better," I growled again, "now excuse us, we have to train now." I made a point of taking her hand in mine before I walked away. I threw scowls over my shoulder at him.

"You were right, he does ignore you," she sighed, "and you really did look extremely jealous. Too bad he didn't notice. That face was really believable."

"I'm a good actor," I shrugged. She didn't seem to know that I was jealous.

I let Masquerain out and May released her Beautifly. Masquerain quickly flew over to her and chattered away happily. Beautifly shyly answered. I was watching the two of them, happily chatting and flirting when Roselia decided to pop out.

"Roselia! Rose Roselia selia," she teased; (I know you wish that were you and May!).

"Roselia!" I exclaimed, blushing, so glad that May couldn't understand.

"Rose Roselia," she said; (You know it's true). I blushed more at her teasing. May looked at me, confused.

"Roselia, return," I called, holding out her Pokéball. The red beam appeared and she returned, but not before throwing me a teasing look.

"What was that about?" May asked.

"Ah, nothing," I replied.

"It's not nothing," she insisted, "You're blushing."

"Am not!"

"Are too," she teased, "what did she say to you?"

"It doesn't matter," I told her, trying furiously to control my blush, "we have to train."

"But Masquerain and Beautifly are happily flirting," she argued. I looked to the two Pokémon and realized she was right. Masquerain was showing off now, Beautifly was clearly impressed. Roselia's words echoed in my mind and I blushed again, looking away. May leaned in front to look at my face.

"You're still blushing," she giggled, "I really want to know what Roselia said."

"No," I said firmly.

"Fine, if you won't tell me," she started, her eyes glinting mischievously, "I'll ask her myself." Before I knew it, she had taken the Pokéball from my hand and released Roselia again.

"Roselia, what did you say to Drew?" she asked her.

"Rose rose Roselia rose Roselia selia rose Roselia," she repeated; (I said he wishes it was you and him flirting instead of Masquerain and Beautifly). May tilted her head and looked at me cheekily. I glared at my Pokémon.

"Is that so Roselia?" she teased.

"Roselia! Rose Roselia rose!" she exclaimed; (Yes! It's true, he's crazy about you!)

"Ah, I see," she said, glancing in my direction, "that would explain it." I blinked. Could she possibly be understanding Roselia.

"Roselia, be quiet!" I exclaimed, scared that she would tell May everything.

"Selia, rose Roselia rose rose selia!" she said looking at me; (No, she should know about it).

"What?" asked May.

"Roselia, rose rose, selia," she said to May; (About his undying love for you).

"Roselia!" I exclaimed, blushing severely, "How could you?"

"Chill Drew," May sighed, "I can't actually understand a word she's saying. It was fun teasing you." I sighed in relief.

"Roselia, rose Roselia lia! Rose rose Roselia lia selia rose" she groaned; (What! You could've told me before. I'm just going to have to show you). I watched horrified when she pointed to me and started to draw a love heart in the ground.

"Roselia!" I cried, snatching my Pokéball from May, "return." Roselia when back into her ball and I quickly stamped on the drawing in the sand, blushing harshly.

"Aww Drew, you just had to spoil it," she pouted, "I really wanted to know." I was about to answer when I heard the MC call our names.

"Now look, we're up and we haven't even practised," I said, turning to walk out.

"I'm sorry Drew," she apologised, "I promise I'll leave your little secret alone if you forgive me."

"Ok." She smiled and took my hand, dragging me out on stage.

Harley's POV

"We did it!" May squealed in excitement when she and Drew came backstage. She proudly put her fifth ribbon in her ribbon box.

"Yes we did," he said, "we should go out to dinner tonight and celebrate."

"Really?" she asked. I could see the hope in her eyes.

"Sure why not?" he shrugged, "We'll find Solidad and Harley and tell them. When the others arrive we can all go out."

"Sure," she agreed, looking slightly disappointed. Drew you just had to ruin it didn't you?

"C'mon, let's find them before they leave," he said.

"Solidad, they're coming," I said, "What should we do? Should we leave them to go on a date by themselves?"

"Nah," she said, shaking her head thoughtfully, "They'd know something was up, besides they just won their final ribbons, it's only fair we celebrate."

"I guess," I agreed.

"Anyway, you have that to make Drew jealous," she gestured to the rose in my hand.

"Oh yeah," I remembered, "you mind actually telling me what I'm saying when I give her this?" I had noticed that Solidad seemed to know what all these meant, but I had no clue.

"Modesty," she answered, "a bit less forward than some of the other ones."

"I've been forward?" I asked, "How so, what did you make me say?"

"The last rose you gave her meant love at first sight," she explained, grinning sheepishly.

"No wonder Drew reacted so strongly," I laughed.

"There they are!" I heard May say, "Harley! Solidad!"

"Oh Hi May!" I exclaimed, "Here! Congratulations on your final ribbon." The scowl Drew gave me did not go unnoticed, but he didn't say anything.

Drew's POV

"What's this mean?" May asked me quietly, cringing slightly as she took the pale peach rose.

"Modesty," I answered.

"Oh that's not so bad," she said, "Hey I haven't gotten a congratulations rose from you in ages."

"Did you want one?" I asked, feeling better for the fact that she wanted a rose from me.

"Yes," she nodded, "after all, we did win."

"Alright, here you go," I chuckled, handing her the red rose Roselia had given me earlier; insisting that I admit it to her. She smiled and took it, gently fingering the petals and putting it next to her nose.

"Hello you two lovebirds," called Harley, "we're still here you know, stop whispering to each other." I blushed. Couldn't I catch a break today? Neither of us bothered to respond this time, but I caught sight of May's pink face. Somehow seeing that made me feel better.

"Anyway, congratulations on your final ribbon," said Solidad.

"Thanks," May replied, "we wanted to know if you'll come celebrate with us by coming out to dinner."

"I'd love to," Solidad said, "where we going, anywhere fancy?"

"Not if it takes you hours to get ready again," I moaned.

"Be quiet Drew," Solidad teased, "you know you loved the results." I knew exactly what she was talking about. I groaned again as I felt my cheeks heat up again.

"Neat casual," May said, saving me from my embarrassment, "but we have to wait until Max, Brock and Ash get here."

"Aww, no double date this time?" whined Harley. No I would not be blushing again, I've already done that enough today.

"Last time wasn't a double date," I said.

"Yes it was," Harley insisted, "Solidad was my date and May was yours. We went to a fancy restaurant and all."

"That doesn't make it a date," I clarified, "I didn't ask May out."

"You two are basically a couple anyway," he shrugged. I groaned.

"No we're not," May corrected, "now if you don't mind, we should be getting back." May took my hand and led me away.

May's POV

I was ready to go. I was wearing a pretty emerald coloured dress that reminded me of Drew's eyes. It was knee length with short sleeves. It was soft and silky. I loved silk dresses, they were my favourite. I wore slight heels, coloured green. My hair was down. Drew liked it down.

"Hey May!" called Brock, coming in.

"Wow May, you look nice," said Ash.

"What's the occasion?" asked Max, "Date with Drew?"

"Actually, Drew and I won our final ribbon," I corrected them, "We're all going out for dinner. Get ready guys." Soon they had changed. I looked them over, inspecting them. They all wore jeans and different coloured t-shirts. I nodded my approval.

"Alright, let's collect the others," I said finally, after I pulled a comb through Max's hair. I opened the door. On the ground there was a bouquet of roses. I picked it up. They were deep burgundy. I pushed them up to my nose. They smelt really good. I looked at the tag. All it said was my name. I heard Drew open his door and come over.

"Looks like you have a secret admirer," he commented.

"Hmm, how can you tell?" I asked.

"There's thirteen roses there," he said, "that means a secret admirer, no matter the colour." I nodded. I looked at Drew now. Wow, he looked good. He wore dark coloured jeans and a deep emerald t-shirt that fit him quite snugly. His hair was still tousled like always, hanging down across his face. I threw the roses into my room, suddenly not liking them as much. I didn't care about a secret admirer anymore. I cared about Drew. He was attractive to say the least. My heart sped up as he looked into my eyes, captivated by the depth of his own brilliant green ones.

"You look pretty," he complimented. I heard Max snigger behind me. Why did I decide to bring them?

"You too," I replied.

"We should go collect the others then huh?" he said. I nodded again. He led the way to Solidad's room and knocked. I followed, still not able to say anything. She appeared, dressed in a summery peach skirt and a matching top. Harley appeared as well, wearing jeans and a black t-shirt.

"Hey look, Drew and May match again," he said upon seeing us, "they're both green today." I bit my lip, hoping for him not to say anything else.

Drew's POV

It had been nice to see May's reaction to the flowers I left for her, but she had quickly thrown them aside. I was somewhat disappointed.

"Wow May," Solidad whistled, "You look pretty good in green." May blushed.

"Thanks," she said, "you look good in peach." Harley linked his arm through Solidad's and gestured for me to lead the way. Instead of doing the same, I took May's hand. Her skin was cool to the touch and calm against my flaming hand. I led her along. We finally turned into the restaurant that I had booked. We all sat down around an eight seater table. May landed next to me of course and Solidad was on the others side of me. Harley was next to Solidad and the other three boys sat opposite us.

"Drew, Craig's here," she whispered.

"Please don't let him see you," I groaned.

"I'll try not to," she replied. We ordered our food.

"So then you two won your last ribbon. What will you be doing up until the Grand Festival?" asked Harley. May looked at me.

"Practising," I replied, "I have a really good idea, but it'll be difficult to perfect."

"Oh what is it?" Brock asked, leaning over the table to grab a bottle of water.

"I can't tell you," I replied, "that would ruin the surprise."

"Aww," came the collective groan. We ate in silence. Finally everyone was laughing again. I went up and paid for the meal, so we could just leave later. I sat back down. My ear twitched as I heard a strange noise.

"Everyone, be quiet!" I yelled. They instantly stopped. There was a high pitched buzzing noise.

"Ouch, what is that?" asked Max, covering his ears. A click sounded and May screamed. She looked at me in fear.

"What?" I asked. She pointed down. I followed her hand and saw a small red feathered dart, wedged deeply in her ankle. The buzzing sounded again.

"Jump up!" I called. I jumped on my chair. Everyone else followed my led. Another dart flew under the table and stuck into my chair leg. They were aiming for me. May collapsed. I caught her and pulled her into my arms.

"Guys, we gotta get out of here," I growled, starting to run already, "we're getting shot at." Soon I heard their footsteps thudding after me.

"What's going on?" Asked Max.

"Someone's trying to get May again," I explained, "They'll knock us all out with the darts if they have to." I jumped as I heard another click. A dart whizzed under my feet. They were going for me, and they wouldn't be aiming at my feet for long once they figured out I was jumping them. I gritted my teeth.

"If they hit me," I started, "then take May and go."

Solidad's POV

"What about you?" I asked. He sucked in a breath through his teeth as another dart narrowly avoided him. I was scared. Whoever was shooting would soon hit him.

"Just take May and go," he answered, his eyes darkening, "Don't worry about me." He hissed as a dart wedged itself in his side.

"Drew!" I called. He handed May to Brock, wobbling on his feet.

"Don't look back," he instructed, falling to the ground, "just run and get May safe." He passed out.

"Run Brock," I yelled at him. He nodded and started running with May, Ash and Max.

"Drew," I whispered softly, looking at the green-haired boy. Thick footsteps were coming closer and I knew what he meant. If they caught him, they would kill him. He wanted as many people to be there to carry May safely back. A tear came to my eye.

"Solidad," Harley whispered, putting a hand on my shoulder, "we should go before they catch us too." I looked back to the unconscious boy. He was willing to give up his life, so May would be safe. He really loved her so much. My resolve stood firm.

"Harley, take Drew and run," I instructed, "I'll followed and defend you."

"What?" he exclaimed, "How do you expect to do that?" He picked up Drew as I took a thick branch from the ground.

"I'll make sure they don't hit you," I explained as a dart wedged itself it the branch. He started running. I followed, holding the branch out. Another click. I held it to the side of Harley. Another dart hit the wood. It continued. Click and then thud. We reached the centre we were staying at and shut the door. I sighed with relief. They wouldn't come in here; there were too many other people. We quickly made our way upstairs, to May's room. We came in to find that Brock and Ash had made it back safely. Max was unconscious on May's bed next to her.

"Thank goodness you guys made it!" Called Brock, "We thought we'd lost you too."

"I couldn't leave Drew," I panted.

"Thank goodness you got him too," sighed Ash as Harley put Drew gently next to May on the other side, "I almost thought that I'd have to tell May that Drew wasn't going to be around anymore."

"Solidad protected us both as we ran," Harley explained, "She couldn't bear to leave Drew to die."

"He's been my friend for so long," I smiled slightly, "I couldn't let him go, especially after he was willing to risk his life for May." I was close to tears.

"Hey it's ok Solidad," Harley said, putting his arm around me, "we're all ok. You're just highly stressed. It'll be alright."

Harley comforted me and I soon felt myself settle down. I needed to help them. Brock had already fixed May's ankle and was working on Max's arm. I plucked the dart carefully from Drew's body. It was wedged to the end and difficult to get out. Blood seeped through his shirt. I gritted my teeth and slid his t-shirt off. I needed to see exactly how bad it was. The wound looked nasty. It was already bruising purple around the outside. It was messy. The dart had pieced the soft part of his body at an odd angle, leaving a rather large wide gap. It was deep too and bleeding. I grimaced as I held a cloth to the bloodied gash. It was soon soaked through. It was worse than I thought. Why was there so much blood? Brock tapped my shoulder and I turned around. He handed me some cream and a bottle of liquid.

"The cream is to help congeal the blood and starts the healing process quicker," he explained, "and the liquid is disinfectant so it won't inflame and get germs." I nodded and carefully rubbed the liquid over the wound with a cloth. Even in his unconscious state, Drew winced and scowled. I was trying to be gentle. I applied the cream next and then finally put a bandage over it.

"How are the other two?" I asked as I washed his blood off my hands in the kitchen.

"They weren't hit as bad as Drew was," Brock answered, "mostly because Drew was hit in a vulnerable spot, but they should all be fine." I nodded and headed back in. May groggily opened her eyes.

"What happened?" she groaned.

"You were hit by a tranquilizer dart," Ash explained, "Drew started to carry you back, but he got hit too. He told us to run you back before they caught us." Ash explained the rest of it to May, her eyes widened and she looked at Max in horror.

"He was willing to die for you," I finished quietly, gesturing to the still unconscious boy. May turned her attention to Drew. Her eyes softened. She turned around to face him completely.

"Will he be ok?" she asked, worry in her voice as she looked at his closed eyes.

"I think so," reassured Brock. May nodded, her face pale. She gently settled her head on Drew's chest, putting an arm around him.

"Thank you," she whispered, barely able to be heard.

"C'mon," I told the other guys as May went back to sleep, resting peacefully with Drew, "We should take Max and get out of here so they can be by themselves when they wake up. I suspect May will want to talk to Drew alone." Ash nodded and picked up the young boy. We headed out. I looked at them one more time before I closed the door.

Drew's POV

I slowly peeled my eyes open. I thought I'd be dead by now. I became aware of my surroundings. I looked down, feeling pressure on my body. I blushed, seeing May. She had curled her head underneath my chin. Her hand was resting lightly on my bare chest. She still wore the dress from last night. I sighed in relief when I felt her breath gently tickle my skin. They had gotten her back safely. I winced when I tried to move. My side hurt from the dart wound. She stirred and pushed herself up to look at me.

"Thank goodness you're awake," she cried.

"I'm glad you're safe," I smiled.

"Idiot!" she screamed.

"What?"

"You're an idiot Drew!" she repeated, "Ash and Solidad told me everything. You could have been killed."

"I-if I d-didn't, you'd d-die," I stuttered, whimpering slightly. She was angry. Really angry.

"You were almost killed Drew! And just because you decided to play hero!" she yelled.

"How am I not dead?" I asked her, cringing as she glared.

"Harley carried you back because Solidad didn't want to leave you," she yelled.

"Typical Solidad," I chuckled. She crawled up on top of my chest forcefully and pinned my arms to my sides. I couldn't move.

"Do you know what you've done to me you nitwit?" she asked, her voice cracking slightly, "You don't know how I'd feel if I'd woken up and Brock had told me you were gone forever."

"You really care that much?" I asked, feeling my chest tighten. It was getting hard to breathe, and not just because she was on me. Her face was centimetres away from mine.

"Of course I care you moron," she yelled, "You twit, haven't you realized anything so far?" I opened my mouth but she put her fingers to my lips, causing them to tingle.

"Don't answer that you dork," she continued, bringing the volume of her voice down, "that was a rhetorical question you dunce. You stupid blockhead! Why did you do it?" She took her hand away.

"Because I didn't want you to die," I answered, "I don't think I could keep going on knowing that you died, knowing that I could've helped you. Contests wouldn't be the same without you. I wanted both of us to make it, but if we couldn't, I'd rather you pull through."

"You jerk!" she screamed, "You don't think that I don't feel the same! Do you really think that I'd continue competing after you'd risked your life for me you dumbbell. It wouldn't be the same. You stupid selfish overconfident idiot!"

"It's ok," I said quickly, trying to calm her; the others would be getting suspicious, "I didn't die. We're both fine. It worked out ok."

"You stupid bonehead, I know it's fine," she said, still worked up, but her volume was back to normal, "You just scared me, that's all. You dumb fool, you stupid moron, you dim-witted dunce. You saved me and I'm grateful." She leaned forwards and placed a kiss under my jaw.

"Now we're even, let's never talk of this again," she said, jumping away from me as I stared wide-eyed, "now get up. I want lunch." She walked out. I stared at the door. What had just happened?

I walked out after cleaning myself up. I had clean clothes on and I changed the bandage around my waist. She was wearing fresh clothes as well. She was waiting with Max, Brock and Ash.

"Thank goodness you're ok," Brock sighed, seeing me, "Solidad was so worried she almost didn't want to leave for the next contest."

"Yeah," agreed Max, "Harley eventually convinced her to go."

"May was worried too," continued Ash, "did you two talk?" I cringed inwardly.

"Yes we talked and it's all alright," I told him.

"C'mon, I'm hungry," May said. She took my hand and led me downstairs. She pulled me into the seat next to her. I blinked. What had happened to her?

"Now, tell me about your brilliant plan for the Grand Festival," she whispered in my ear, "the one that'll be difficult to perfect, but will be absolutely amazing." I whispered my plan into her ear. She giggled.

"It's genius!" she exclaimed, "You're a genius!" I just couldn't resist it.

"I thought I was an idiot," I teased, "and many other names."

"You are you stupid twit," she growled, "but I thought I told you not to speak of that ever again.

"Sorry," I apologised, nowhere near sincere, "I couldn't resist it. You called me both an idiot and a genius in the span of ten minutes. It's not every day I'm called both polar opposites in such a short amount of time."

"You dork," she laughed.

A/N: I know May looks bipolar at the end, but she's not. She's just under a lot of stress. That and Roselia is really cheeky in this chapter.