Contestshipping, Pokeshipping, ect. (depends on how you look at it)
Hey ya'lls, I changed my mind about whether or not to put this story up, so here it is! My first well done Contestshipping fic. There may be a slight (big) problem of OOCness, and if you catch that, and I know theres no reason for it, then I'll try to change it. But here's the first chapter, and I hope you like it! I probably will not be doing a PM List, because it's too much hassle for me, but if I feel you probably won't check back, I'll send you a PM. hope you like it, cause I sure do! By the way, there are a ridiculous amount of made-ups in this story, and the way I view Drew's family. Very good for a Drew fan that doesn't mind millions of made-ups.
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“Oh wow!” I cried as I spun around, holding a brand new, baby eevee in my hands, my arms stretched out so I could see the baby pokemon more easily.
“Do you like it?” Brock asked.
“I love it more than anything!” I said pulling the equally excited eevee up close in a tight hug.
“I’ll call you,” I thought for a moment “Mimi!”
The Adorable Eevee squealed, and jumped onto the table, covered in birthday presents.
I was finally turning twelve, and Ash had said it would be okay for us to come back to the petalburg gym, to celebrate with mom and dad.
Max was sure excited to see them again, as was I, along with all the pokemon I had left at home.
“Open mine next May!” Misty said gleefully holding up a freshly wrapped gift, which wasn’t very big at all.
I didn’t mind though, so I carefully peeled off the wrapping, fighting the urge to rip off the colorful paper sealing away my gift.
“Wow!” I said, lifting the lid of the little box.
“They’re earrings! In the shape of balance badges!” I cried, showing dad.
“Only vertical.” He said smiling.
One tip of the balance badge was connected with the steel ball at the top, and the other pointed toward the ground, therefore making it not very balanced looking, but beautiful just the same.
I picked up the very last gift, after I had opened ash’s, which was a complete set of pokeballs, except for the master ball of course, that he had ordered from Kurt, from Brock, Mimi, the balance earrings from Misty, a blue flute from Max, which I knew he got from the strange man up in Lavaridge, who made things out of ashes, and a book on famous coordinators, from my parents.
“We’re not sure who this came from.” Norman said nodding toward the long box encased in gold wrapping paper, in my hands.
I looked around for a card, or a note or anything similar, but found none, and decided to just open it.
When I peeled the gold paper off, I found a silver box, and as I lifted the lid, I instantly knew whom it came from.
I could tell, when I saw the long-stemmed rose, that was lined with gold, that would preserve it a while longer than most roses.
I immediately recognized roselia’s rose, as I’d gotten at least 6 already.
“Secret admirer?” My mom joked.
“I don’t think so.” I replied slyly.
“That reminds me, didn’t that Drew boy give you a rose at the Grand Festival? Maybe it’s from him!” She said knowingly.
“Maybe.” I said, already knowing that the truthful answer would’ve been, ‘Of course, who else would send me a rose?’
“Well let’s get it in a vase.” My mother said, plucking the rose out of my hands, and carefully putting it into a thin glass vase, intricately blown out at the bottom with a thin neck.
“Looks great!” I said happily.
“So you think it really was Drew who sent you that rose?” Max asked next to me, smirking at me in his brotherly way.
“I’m not sure.” I answered truthfully “I don’t think he knows when my birthday is…”
“Maybe Beautifly told Masquerain, it was spending a lot of it’s free time with Masquerain at the last Contest remember?” max said.
“Maybe…” I honestly didn’t know.
Half of me wanted it to be from Drew, and the other half from my old friend Brendan, who knew I liked roses.
“Anyway,” I said shaking my head “what counts is that it’s beautiful.”
“I would kill to get one of those!” Misty cried, stars in her eyes “How romantic!”
“Well we know what to get you for your birthday.” Ash joked.
“Ash Ketchum is you even try being that unimaginativ-“
“He was kidding Misty.” Brock intervened.
“Whoop.” Norman said glancing at the door that jingled as someone opened the door “Maybe a challenger.”
I glanced over my dad’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of green hair.
Drew?
Maybe. But I knew it was him the instant I heard him talk to my father.
“Just thought I’d wish May a happy birthday before I leave.” He said
I got up from my seat, Mimi following me obediently, already attached to me like glue.
“Drew?” I said as I stuck my head around the door leading to the gym arena.
“Hello there May.” He said coolly.
“Hi!” I said happily “Thanks for the present!”
“Your welcome. I was wondering whether you’d figure out who it was from or not, but apparently you did.” He smirked.
“It’s my birthday. Don’t ruin it.” I said, a smile plastered on my face, but my tone getting irritated.
I noticed that he was carefully hiding his right arm.
“Right.” He said shoving it off “Well happy birthday. I doubt I’ll ever be seeing you again, so good-bye.”
He saluted in a mock fashion, and was about to leave, when I said, “Why won’t I see you again?”
He turned his head slightly and said “I’m going home, and well,” He flicked his hair and continued “I don’t think I’ll leave anytime soon.”
I was surprised in every possible way.
I never thought of Drew as a person with a home.
Oh that’s smart. Everyone’s got a home. No matter where, or what it’s made of.
Why was he hiding his arm?
I sighed, and returned to the kitchen.
I leaned out my window as I felt my spirits drop.
With no more partying I finally realized what I missed.
No more Drew. No more rivalry.
Less motivation for contests. Less chances to use all these comebacks.
I was already beginning to miss him.
I groaned and pulled myself off the windowsill.
Pulling the open window down, to keep the now chilly wind from sneaking inside, I looked around my room.
Not much to it. I could see Beautifly sleeping in the corner with Skitty and Combusken.
Then there was Squirtle and Mimi, who were both still full of energy, playing tag around the rug.
Beautifly had been down for awhile, because I got her back for the very last contest in Cinnibar, and she enjoyed flying around with Masquerain, but for a long time now she hadn’t been able to see him.
I hadn’t seen very much of Drew either.
I felt someone nudge my shoulder, I turned around and saw a vine waving in front of me.
Looking down, I saw Bulbasaur looking at me confused at why I was so quiet.
I laughed softly and bent down.
“Would you by any chance know where Drew lives?” I joked.
Bulbasaur looked at me, utterly confused.
“I didn’t think so.” I said smiling sympathetically.
“Maybe Beautifly does.” I said before stifling a yawn.
“I’ll ask her tomorrow.” I said getting up and turning of the lights “Night Bulbasaur.”
“Bulba.....Saur…”
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Kay, well there may be a fair few mistakes there, so if you'd kindly point out any you see, and I'll fix them. I may have to make it longer in an edit, but oh well...Also, I'll be making sprites of almost all the made-ups, because I suck at description, so you'll want to check my freewebs site, which I'll put up once I have the page up and running. As for the pokemon, keep dreaming that I'll make the ones I make up. Pokemon are ridiculously difficult.
Hey ya'lls, I changed my mind about whether or not to put this story up, so here it is! My first well done Contestshipping fic. There may be a slight (big) problem of OOCness, and if you catch that, and I know theres no reason for it, then I'll try to change it. But here's the first chapter, and I hope you like it! I probably will not be doing a PM List, because it's too much hassle for me, but if I feel you probably won't check back, I'll send you a PM. hope you like it, cause I sure do! By the way, there are a ridiculous amount of made-ups in this story, and the way I view Drew's family. Very good for a Drew fan that doesn't mind millions of made-ups.
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“Oh wow!” I cried as I spun around, holding a brand new, baby eevee in my hands, my arms stretched out so I could see the baby pokemon more easily.
“Do you like it?” Brock asked.
“I love it more than anything!” I said pulling the equally excited eevee up close in a tight hug.
“I’ll call you,” I thought for a moment “Mimi!”
The Adorable Eevee squealed, and jumped onto the table, covered in birthday presents.
I was finally turning twelve, and Ash had said it would be okay for us to come back to the petalburg gym, to celebrate with mom and dad.
Max was sure excited to see them again, as was I, along with all the pokemon I had left at home.
“Open mine next May!” Misty said gleefully holding up a freshly wrapped gift, which wasn’t very big at all.
I didn’t mind though, so I carefully peeled off the wrapping, fighting the urge to rip off the colorful paper sealing away my gift.
“Wow!” I said, lifting the lid of the little box.
“They’re earrings! In the shape of balance badges!” I cried, showing dad.
“Only vertical.” He said smiling.
One tip of the balance badge was connected with the steel ball at the top, and the other pointed toward the ground, therefore making it not very balanced looking, but beautiful just the same.
I picked up the very last gift, after I had opened ash’s, which was a complete set of pokeballs, except for the master ball of course, that he had ordered from Kurt, from Brock, Mimi, the balance earrings from Misty, a blue flute from Max, which I knew he got from the strange man up in Lavaridge, who made things out of ashes, and a book on famous coordinators, from my parents.
“We’re not sure who this came from.” Norman said nodding toward the long box encased in gold wrapping paper, in my hands.
I looked around for a card, or a note or anything similar, but found none, and decided to just open it.
When I peeled the gold paper off, I found a silver box, and as I lifted the lid, I instantly knew whom it came from.
I could tell, when I saw the long-stemmed rose, that was lined with gold, that would preserve it a while longer than most roses.
I immediately recognized roselia’s rose, as I’d gotten at least 6 already.
“Secret admirer?” My mom joked.
“I don’t think so.” I replied slyly.
“That reminds me, didn’t that Drew boy give you a rose at the Grand Festival? Maybe it’s from him!” She said knowingly.
“Maybe.” I said, already knowing that the truthful answer would’ve been, ‘Of course, who else would send me a rose?’
“Well let’s get it in a vase.” My mother said, plucking the rose out of my hands, and carefully putting it into a thin glass vase, intricately blown out at the bottom with a thin neck.
“Looks great!” I said happily.
“So you think it really was Drew who sent you that rose?” Max asked next to me, smirking at me in his brotherly way.
“I’m not sure.” I answered truthfully “I don’t think he knows when my birthday is…”
“Maybe Beautifly told Masquerain, it was spending a lot of it’s free time with Masquerain at the last Contest remember?” max said.
“Maybe…” I honestly didn’t know.
Half of me wanted it to be from Drew, and the other half from my old friend Brendan, who knew I liked roses.
“Anyway,” I said shaking my head “what counts is that it’s beautiful.”
“I would kill to get one of those!” Misty cried, stars in her eyes “How romantic!”
“Well we know what to get you for your birthday.” Ash joked.
“Ash Ketchum is you even try being that unimaginativ-“
“He was kidding Misty.” Brock intervened.
“Whoop.” Norman said glancing at the door that jingled as someone opened the door “Maybe a challenger.”
I glanced over my dad’s shoulder and caught a glimpse of green hair.
Drew?
Maybe. But I knew it was him the instant I heard him talk to my father.
“Just thought I’d wish May a happy birthday before I leave.” He said
I got up from my seat, Mimi following me obediently, already attached to me like glue.
“Drew?” I said as I stuck my head around the door leading to the gym arena.
“Hello there May.” He said coolly.
“Hi!” I said happily “Thanks for the present!”
“Your welcome. I was wondering whether you’d figure out who it was from or not, but apparently you did.” He smirked.
“It’s my birthday. Don’t ruin it.” I said, a smile plastered on my face, but my tone getting irritated.
I noticed that he was carefully hiding his right arm.
“Right.” He said shoving it off “Well happy birthday. I doubt I’ll ever be seeing you again, so good-bye.”
He saluted in a mock fashion, and was about to leave, when I said, “Why won’t I see you again?”
He turned his head slightly and said “I’m going home, and well,” He flicked his hair and continued “I don’t think I’ll leave anytime soon.”
I was surprised in every possible way.
I never thought of Drew as a person with a home.
Oh that’s smart. Everyone’s got a home. No matter where, or what it’s made of.
Why was he hiding his arm?
I sighed, and returned to the kitchen.
I leaned out my window as I felt my spirits drop.
With no more partying I finally realized what I missed.
No more Drew. No more rivalry.
Less motivation for contests. Less chances to use all these comebacks.
I was already beginning to miss him.
I groaned and pulled myself off the windowsill.
Pulling the open window down, to keep the now chilly wind from sneaking inside, I looked around my room.
Not much to it. I could see Beautifly sleeping in the corner with Skitty and Combusken.
Then there was Squirtle and Mimi, who were both still full of energy, playing tag around the rug.
Beautifly had been down for awhile, because I got her back for the very last contest in Cinnibar, and she enjoyed flying around with Masquerain, but for a long time now she hadn’t been able to see him.
I hadn’t seen very much of Drew either.
I felt someone nudge my shoulder, I turned around and saw a vine waving in front of me.
Looking down, I saw Bulbasaur looking at me confused at why I was so quiet.
I laughed softly and bent down.
“Would you by any chance know where Drew lives?” I joked.
Bulbasaur looked at me, utterly confused.
“I didn’t think so.” I said smiling sympathetically.
“Maybe Beautifly does.” I said before stifling a yawn.
“I’ll ask her tomorrow.” I said getting up and turning of the lights “Night Bulbasaur.”
“Bulba.....Saur…”
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Kay, well there may be a fair few mistakes there, so if you'd kindly point out any you see, and I'll fix them. I may have to make it longer in an edit, but oh well...Also, I'll be making sprites of almost all the made-ups, because I suck at description, so you'll want to check my freewebs site, which I'll put up once I have the page up and running. As for the pokemon, keep dreaming that I'll make the ones I make up. Pokemon are ridiculously difficult.
