A/N: I know I should be working on Crash, but I dug this up, and I fell in love with it…enjoy.

Disclaimer: I don't own Pokémon. Or the characters...Or dehydrated vegetables. =(

What ReallyHappened in Johto!

Chapter 1: Water, Water, EVERYWHERE!

Drew sat in his tent on his inflatable mattress, sighing angrily. The rain always bothered him with its constant pounding. It gave him a headache, and Drew with a headache was not the best of company—not that he had any company himself. At this point, though, the torrent was so bad that he couldn't even move from the cover of his tent, let alone think.

He also knew that after the rain, the fog would come, which would make it very difficult to see. Drew had good vision, but fog as thick as pea soup was another story. After all, he didn't want to ruin his perfect face on by running into a tree, now did he? Lucky for him, Masquerain knew Defog.

The fog was annoying, but camping was worse. Camping was just about the most infuriating part of going on an adventure. It was dirty, sweaty, unsanitary…Now he was letting himself go crazy. No, camping's not so bad…I just wish someone could come along with me, he thought.

May groaned, opening her eyes as she listened to the downpour pounding on the rain fly of her tent. It was threatening to collapse under the weight of the water. Camping sucked; it was just straight up nasty. She was all muddy, and the insects were almost unbearable. She'd had to bathe in a freezing and probably leech-infested stream, and she hadn't eaten anything other than stew—which was really just pasta that hadn't been strained and some rehydrated vegetables—for WEEKS!

Well, it wasn't really about the camping (although that made up most of May's hatred)…it was just that now that May was in Johto, she had no one to travel with. Solidad and Harley offered to let her travel with them, but she really only wanted to travel with one fellow coordinator—who isn't on the menu, she reminded herself bitterly.

May looked at the cover of the magazine she'd picked up at the Pokémon Center earlier that week. It was a picture of Drew lounging on some beach (probably Slateport Beach) with some slut in a black bikini. She was a blonde, as if it made a difference. They were all cuddly together, all up-close-and-personal. It was disgusting.

"That should be me," May said to herself. Then, she threw the thought from her head like she was tossing a flying disc to Beautifly.

Who cares about Drew anyway? she thought.

I do, the other side of her mind argued.

She flung the magazine onto the floor of her filthy tent, stomping on Drew's wonderful face on the cover. NO! His face isn't wonderful! That's the face of a jerk! Look at him leading you on! May thought.

May tried to exit the tent, only to remember that she would become completely soaked after she opened the zipper. The wind whipped her face as she fought to close the tent's door flap again. But it was no use. The zipper was stuck fast, and it wouldn't budge no matter how hard she pulled.

She cursed under her breath. Why did these things always happen to her? She pulled harder, ripping at the zipper. Finally, after becoming completely soaked by the rain, May successfully closed the tent.

May shook the water from her head, furious. The rain was pounding harder than ever now. She was at the swearing point now. Then, her profanities were interrupted by her Pokénav ringing.

"Hello?" she muttered.

"Hey, May," Drew replied.

May felt the blush rush to her cheeks before she could stop it. It turned out that she missed his voice since the Olivine City Contest.

"Oh…uh…Drew…why are you calling?" she stammered.
Her blush deepened as he chuckled over the phone.

"Can't I just call from time to time? Considering I'm so out of your league, there's no reason for you not to try and learn a thing or two from me,"

"What do you mean? I'm in your league!" May said, outraged.

"Whatever you say, May," Drew said smoothly. "Anyway, I was calling to ask if you wanted to travel 'round Johto with me. I just figured that since you're struggling out here, you'd need some help…of course, if I'm wrong—"

"No! I am most definitely not struggling!"

"All right, all right. Don't have a Miltank. But, if it makes you feel better, we could travel together. I mean, I have four ribbons, so I would like a cheerleader for the Azalea Contest, if you don't mind,"

"Sorry, but I'm going to beat you in that contest!"

"If you say so, but I wouldn't be so sure. After all, I have four ribbons. How many do you have, May?" Drew asked innocently.

She was quiet for a minute, her blush turning shameful. "Two," she muttered.

"What was that?" Drew asked. "Come on, enunciate; it's raining, remember?"

"I have two ribbons," she said through clenched teeth.

"Only two? What a pity. It seems like you do need my help," Drew mused. "I suppose I could take you under my wing,"

"Under your—fine…but only if you promise not to act like a jerk," May replied grudgingly.

"Sorry, May, but I'm afraid I can't make any such promises. It just wouldn't be any fun—or fair to my reputation,"

May said nothing for a moment, deliberating. If she went with him, it would seem desperate, wouldn't it? But she couldn't deny the truth. She definitely wanted to be around him…so…

"Okay. Where are you camped?" she asked.

"I'm on a hill above a meadow surrounded by a grove of trees. But don't you move. I'm coming to you; that's the polite thing to do. Where are you?" Drew replied.

"I'm in a meadow surrounded by a grove of trees. I'm situated right below a hill," May said quietly. (A/N: Stalker much?...okay, not really…)

"Weird. We're basically in the same area, although it was a good camp site with the stream really close by and all. That's why I picked it," Drew said matter-of-factly. "Plus, I heard from Absol that it was going to rain, so I camped on a hill. Only an amateur would camp on such low ground with a storm coming," Drew finished loftily.

"Well, at least I'm prepared for the rain! My tent's not going anywhere! I built it so solidly it—" she broke off as a gust of wind lifted her tent right out from under her. She swore, still clutching the Pokénav, as the tent door flew open, and she was dumped into the mud.

"Yup. Very solid, May. I just saw the tent fly away. Do you want to come up here now?" Drew asked.

"Yeah," May squeaked. She gathered her backpack and trudged up the hill, slipping in the mud. She was almost at the top when she lost her footing on some loose dirt. Her hands flailed in the air for a moment. Then, she felt a strong hand grab hers and lift her easily to higher ground.

Her Pokénav was safely around her neck, thankfully, and the call had disconnected, but May had a pretty certain idea that Drew had helped her up. She met his jade gaze now, smiling gratefully.

Drew bathed in her beautiful, glowing smile. She looked so…perfect. May watched as a real grin danced across Drew's face for the barest second. Then, it disappeared just as quickly as it had come, turning into a sarcastic smirk.

"See? That's pathetic, May. What would you have done without me?" Drew sneered, releasing May's hand so he could casually flip his bangs from his face.

Instead of becoming furious like Drew had expected her to become, she was appreciative.

"Thanks, Drew," May said, still smiling so beautifully Drew's head spun. He had no idea how he came up with his next retort, but he eventually surmised that it was just second nature.

"In thanking me, you do realize that you're admitting that you are totally lost without me, don't you?" Drew phrased it like a sentence, not a question, which really burned her up.

"Don't push it," May muttered.

They locked eyes for a minute, sapphire on emerald. The moment was peaceful as May took in Drew's face.

It had grown even more handsome than before. Apparently, he was an early bloomer; at thirteen, his voice had already deepened a little (but not in the awkward, teenager sense), and he had begun to grow taller and show signs of muscles—his ability to pull May up with one arm was evidence of that. Despite the fact he displayed almost all signs of puberty, he had no acne, and May could tell from his rain-soaked face that he wasn't wearing any makeup (she'd have been afraid if he was).

Drew cleared his throat, sweeping May back into the present.

"I'm assuming that you have nowhere to stay," he stated calmly, still sounding smug. His eyes danced with laughter as he spotted May's destroyed tent in a nearby tree.

"Nope," May said, casting her eyes down, shamefaced.

"Then, I guess we'll just have to share my tent," Drew said, as though it were no big deal.

"Wh-what?"

"You heard me," Drew opened the flap to his tent and entered nonchalantly. He beckoned May in, and she followed reluctantly.

The tent was a lot bigger on the inside than May's was. Everything looked like real, expensive equipment. Drew had a small, forest green backpack, and that was the only thing he had to put his stuff in. May couldn't help but ask,

"How do all of your things fit into your bag?"

Drew chuckled.

"Everything in here is completely collapsible. Most things collapse to the size of my finger. This tent, for example, shrinks to the size of my Pokénav," he said.

May gasped. "How did you afford all of that?" she demanded.

He shrugged. "Endorsements," Drew supplied lamely.

She scowled at him, but then she realized an even more pressing issue.

"But my sleeping bag is ruined," May said nervously. "Where do I sleep?"

He patted her shoulder and said,

"You can sleep on my air mattress," without even missing a beat…

A/N: Be on the lookout for Chapter 2! By the way, please review! Constructive criticism is welcome, but please, no flames.