Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon. Nope, not me, not mine, if I did, don't you think this shipping would be blatantly canon? Like, BLATANTLY.

A/N: I just can't stop all this inspiration. Too bad it's never for Wishing You Were Here. Ugh. God, I hope this doesn't turn into another chaptered story.

Oh, for some reason I have the urge to write them with their English names. I don't know why, usually I love writing with their Japanese names, but apparently it's going to happen.

May stretched in her bed, still under her comforter. It was a groggy Monday, and May was definitely not ready to face it. She glanced over to her roommate, who was still sleeping soundly, like the lazy ass she was. She sighed, thinking dorm life was definitely not all it was cracked up to be. It was definitely crappier than crap.

Stepping into her slippers, May grabbed her toothbrush and quietly left the room so as not to wake her roommate. Unfortunately, her hand slipped and the door slammed violently. It hit May square in the forehead. Then she dropped her toothbrush.

Urgh, she thought to herself, running her palms down her cheeks. It was going to be one of those days.

After the morning's mishaps, she had apologized profusely to her roommate, May was dragging her feet to the dining hall, heavy yellow backpack in tow. May had been attending LaRousse University for over three months now, and she still hated every minute of it. No friends, no family, shitty classes. Everything seemed to all go downhill for May after she graduated from Petalburg Girls Prep School.

"May!" shouted Caroline happily. "You're finally graduated. I'm so happy to see me little girl all grown up!"

"Bleh," May said, wiping her mother's kisses off her cheek, face turning bright red. "Geez, you can switch off the over-excited mother mode already. It's really no big deal. I'm expected to graduate, I didn't really have much of a choice. They would have kicked me out otherwise."

Caroline gave her daughter a stern look, "This is one of the best schools you can go to, the competition is tough, and you made it through. Be proud of yourself, May."

May shrugged, "I suppose you're right. I did make good work of this place."

May smiled affectionately at the building. She had a lot of good times there, even if the workload was mountains high and everyone was trying to get on top. She was going to miss everyone, the teachers, her friends, and even those girls who didn't particularly like her.

"Next stop, LaRousse University!" May shouted, enthusiastically, fist thrown into the air.

Max, her younger brother who currently attended Rustboro Boys Academy, patted her on the back, "Never thought I'd see this day."

"Cheeky as always," she said, but she knew he was just kidding.

"LaRousse University. Hot stuff, sis," he told her, grinning.

"Yeah, well, you'll be in my place in a few years," she said, sighing. "And you'll probably end up going somewhere like Sootopolis Tech or something."

He shrugged, knowing school was always a touchy subject for his sister. She did well, but only because she worked really hard in high school. University would be another story, especially somewhere like LaRousse. He hoped she kept up her drive and work ethic that he never saw her have for any other activity.

"Hey, May," he said, causing her to jump, clearly coming out of her own thoughts.

"What?" she asked, rubbing her eye.

"I have something for you," he pulled out a little box and handed it to her. "Congrats on your graduation."

May smiled and took the box from him. Opening it revealed a necklace with a thin chain and a silver clover. She smiled and gave her brother a big hug.

"Max, thank you," she sniffled; she would miss her brother most. "Clover?"

"For luck," he said, grinning, "because now that you won't have me around all the time–"

She poked him in the shoulder, "Oh, hush, I can do just fine on my own."

He shrugged, "Okay, May, whatever you say…"

That was the last happy memory she had. Once her things had been dumped into her tiny dorm room and everything had been unpacked, her loud-mouthed roommate bounded in and tossed her own stuff anywhere and everywhere. She had tried to reason and negotiate with the monster, but the roommate never listened. Why, just this morning as she left the room for breakfast, she had stepped on at least three different things on the floor, one or two that were of a strange gelatin-ic consistency that May didn't even want to question at this point.

May stepped into the cool air of the dining hall and swiped her card, moving through the line of hungry students, none of which she knew. Not that LaRousse University was a small place, yet May still felt that she should be able to recognize at least one or two other people besides the Swamp Monster. She couldn't.

She sighed and grabbed her usual, a bowl of cereal and one or two pieces of fruit. Just as she was about to go sit down, she spilled milk all over the front of her shirt. Still unable to believe her luck, she sighed, sufficiently defeated at only seven in the morning, and tried to blot off the milk from her jacket. It was no use, and she just gave up and accepted that now definitely no one would talk to her today.

She sat alone and bitterly slaughtered her breakfast.

Three class periods later May was geared up for just one more. She had already gone to World Studies, pre-calculus, and English. She was ready to get chemistry out of the way and just get the day over with.

As she expected, no one talked to her in World Studies. Later, in math, she was ignored. In English, a girl looked like she may have wanted to talk to her, but really she was motioning to the boy behind her. May didn't think she particularly exuded an aura of hostility and anti-sociality. At least she didn't before. If she did now, it was only because no one seemed to like her at all. She was ready for everyone to pretend she wasn't there in chemistry. Sucking up her frustration, she hoisted her bag onto her shoulder and power-walked to the chemistry building.

"Hey," the Swamp Monster said, chomping loudly on her gum.

"Hey," replied May, less than enthused.

She couldn't figure how this girl could act the way she did, and never notice how much May deeply despised her for her very existence. Certainly she couldn't be that dense?

"Lots of work tonight?" asked the Swamp Monster when she saw May packing almost everything she had for what the Swamp Monster would assume to be an overnight stay of several weeks.

May shrugged, "I guess."

Truthfully, May didn't have any work at all, really. She had finished almost all the work for the whole semester within the first three weeks, having spent all her time in the Student Study Center in her vain attempt to rid herself of as much Swamp Monster as she could. She hated being in the room, and usually spent the night in the Study Center, usually locking all her valuables in her dorm closet so that the Swamp Monster couldn't throw crap on top of it or dump bubbles or whatever sticky shit she always seemed to get everywhere.

She was packing up all her things when she noticed something shine out of the corner of her eye. She pushed away some papers to find her clover necklace. Smiling, she put it on and shoved the rest of her books and transportable belongings into her large bag, sticking her mP3 player earphones into her ears. As she stumbled out of the room she lifted the clover and, just in case those sorts of things actually worked, blew lightly onto it.

Tomorrow will be a new day.

UGGHH I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M STARTING ANOTHER CHAPTERED STORY. But I can't just let this idea slip away. I'm too stressed to not have something to write when inspiration strikes me. /sigh/ Here we go again. Not sure how often it'll get updated, but probably more often than I usually do. I've been spending a lot of time in the room, despite my ridiculously seemingly busy life schedule. But I like this plot, so on it goes. Oh, and definite Contestshipping. Potential Pokeshipping, but could turn out Palletshipping. I think I may throw in some Appealshipping, just because one can never write about too many homosexual relationships. Or maybe it'll be just one big mess of madness. Well, definite Contestshipping. Can never get enough Contestshipping. Oh, no Drew this chapter, more of just an introduction to the setting, plot, whatever, but he'll definitely show up next chapter. Thanks, review please!