AN: Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! Yeah, but anyways… I'm sort of late with this chapter (again). I was trying to get this part in by yesterday for Advanceshipping Day, but due to my procrastination, I couldn't complete it in time. NOOOOOO! Well, asides from that, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokémon.
"Ugh… What time is it?" Ash mumbled, slurring his words. Twisting his head to look at the digital alarm clock on his night dresser, Ash groaned and buried his face back in his pillow while drawing the covers over his head. 9:32 the red, square-like numbers read.
"Ash, get up!" May growled roughly as she dug her nails into the blankets of his bed and tossed them carelessly over her shoulder.
"Mm… Five more minutes, mom." Ash lamely muttered.
Glaring daggers at the sleeping figure, May spat, "No, you cannot have 'five more minutes'. Get up!" But her command was barely acknowledged, to her frustration and dismay.
Ripping the cushion from his grasp, May began unveiling the bright sunlight that flooded into the room as she opened the curtains.
"Arg!" Ash cried while shielding his eyes with his hands. But the covering was completely useless; the intense glow soon entered his eyes, passing through the slits of his fingers.
Getting accustomed to the sunlit room, Ash sat up and wiped away the sand that had accumulated in the corners of his eyes. Then, with outstretched arms, the teen collapsed back on his mattress and into a deep slumber.
May was certainly in no mood to play games. Her rude awakening by a sluggish Brock had sparked her nasty attitude and only worsened when Max had assumed that she had woken up on the wrong side of the bed. The boy was rewarded with a painful smack of her pillow.
The fact that she was assigned the duty of waking up Ash had aggravated her even more. Out of the entire group, Ash was the least likely to be seen conscious at 11 in the morning, let alone 9.
"C'mon, Ash… Please get up…" May begged, prodding his side with her finger. Receiving nothing but a growl from her stomach, May's grimace grew darker. She let her mind wander to the diner just below their floor. The aroma of crisp bacon and sizzling eggs was appealing greatly to her famished appetite. But she erased those thoughts from her mind, trying to occupy herself with the task of conjuring a plan to awaken the trainer.
With a thoughtful expression planted on her face and fingers posed beneath her chin, May began thinking away. Finally, after a minute or so of vigorous contemplating, she had composed a short list of ideas that would be sure to arouse Ash from his dormancy.
Collecting Brock's cooking set, May began conducting a noisy symphony. Commencing the discordant music of metal pots clashing against metal pans, May marched around the room with her catering instruments. But Ash was completely oblivious to the ruckus and dozed off through the entire performance.
With her first idea down the toilet, May moved on to the next one.
She squatted down low to the carpeted ground while acquiring her aim. Once she had locked onto her target, she went in for the kill and dashed towards the bed with mad speed. When she was finally in a close enough range, the ball of her foot jabbed into the floor, sending her sailing towards Ash. Her stance somewhat like a pouncing Growlithe, she attacked the form sprawled out sloppily on the bed. A terse grunt slipped from Ash's lips before he harshly shoved May off the bed and proceeded on with sleeping.
May sadly crossed out another idea from her "brilliant" list and indulged herself further in the remaining possible resolutions to her predicament.
The gang's enormous supply of styrofoam cups came in a convenience. Their tiny capacity was filled to the brim with frigidly cold tap water from the faucet of the bathroom sink. Ash soundly slumbered while May tiptoed silently to the edge of his sleeping domain with the cups in hand. May's confidence was at its peak, but rapidly declined when she finally confronted the boy with a chilling and wet wakeup call. His response lacked the satisfactory she was expecting. The only reaction she had acquired was his slight body transition from his back to his side.
Looking at her three ideas sit at the bottom of an imaginary trashcan had degraded May's hope to as measly as dust particles. But she initiated the next futile attempt in waking Ash.
Her loud shriek had certainly reached Ash's ears. But it was as if the noise had bounced resonantly off the hollows of his ears, because his inactive and unaware nature had survived the screech session.
May had finally surrendered her last idea to Ash, all the while mourning its death. Snapping Ash out of his "nap" would take a lot more than her efforts alone.
The girl moped by his bedside with an empty heart and stomach as she pondered some more. While focusing her gaze on the rhythmic rise and fall of his chest, one final answer had suddenly hit her.
Recalling an old fairytale her father had recited to her, an immense blush crawled up her cheeks. The story of the hibernating maiden, Sleeping Beauty, was a story that May had admired most when she was a young girl. The fable's romantical concept had intrigued her as a child and was what had influenced her to pursue and study love.
She began reviewing the tale's entirety, from the princess being pricked by a spinning wheel and falling into a long sleep, to her revival by true love's kiss.
The scarlet coloring her cheeks stubbornly refused to recede as May warily eyed the resting Ash.
Meanwhile, an internal battle raged on between her brain and her intestines. Her brains sided with logic and consequence while her tummy sided with the urgency to eat.
Finally deciding that the existence of her stomach was somewhat important, May dangerously hovered over Ash. With apprehension evident in her actions, May slowly began closing the distance between them.
Lingering several centimeters above the boy, May then made her move; her lips gently fell on his. The soft embrace of his lips caused her face to redden even more. The female soon felt a slight stirring coming from Ash and immediately removed her lips from his.
His warm brown eyes shot open to see the beautiful brunette leaning awfully close to him. The way the sunlight illuminated her hair gave her a certain angelic halo. Ash soon found himself in a trance, vulnerable to her radiant appearance. "Good morning, sunshine." Ash chirped cheerfully and lifted himself out of bed.
"Um… Morning." May greeted back a bit cautiously.
"That kiss was nice…" Ash whispered in a volume audible enough for May to hear before approaching the bathroom.
AN: Wow, this was a really long chapter… Well, in my perspective. But anyways, I wish you guys a great Thanksgiving! Eat plenty of turkey and don't forget to review! ^^