A/N: THIS SERIES OF... WHO-KNOWS-WHATS IS DEDICATED TO PIKACHAAAA, AN AMAZING FRIEND OF MINE.

Happy birthday, Annika! I hope you had a great day! I'm really sorry this is so short! I couldn't figure out what to write! I'm sorry! But hey, it's quality over quantity, right? Not that this quality is any good. I know your OTP is Gruvia, but I haven't watched Fairy Tail. I also don't really know much about Ferriswheelshipping or Oldrivalshipping. But I hope you like this anyway.

Anyway, this is going to be a series of... who-knows-whats and this is just the first one. Who knows when I'll update, though.

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN POKEMON.

"Drew…" a brunette murmured, playing with the hem of the blanket wrapped around her. She bit her lip, sapphire orbs glued to the mug in front of her.

With the flick of chartreuse hair, Drew turned around. He sighed, as the girl refused to make eye contact with him. "What is it, May?"

May's breath hitched in her throat. She gulped, trying to formulate a sentence. "Nothing. Don't worry about it," she said quietly.

Drew let out another sigh, walking over to her, making her subconsciously tighten her grip on the blanket. He plopped down next to her, in attempts of getting her attention. "May… what's wrong?" he asked, concern present in his tone.

Taking a deep breath, she replied, "I… I have to go…" Her gaze was still focused on the mug.

"What?" Drew asked, a frown forming on his face. "What do you mean?"

She fiddled with the fabric in her hands, making no signs of replying. "May, look at me." The girl made no attempts to follow his instructions. "Damn it, May. Look at me," he said, grabbing her chin.

Emerald met sapphire, and silence engulfed the area. May swallowed a lump in her throat, redirecting her gaze.

"May, what do you mean you have to go?" Drew repeated.

Tension was present in the air, as an intense gaze was cast upon May. She fidgeted with her hands, debating whether or not she should tell Drew what she had truly meant.

May opened her mouth to speak. "I…" Drew kept silent, waiting for her answer. "I really need to go…"

Drew glared at her, raising an eyebrow, expecting more. "Go where?" he prompted.

"I need to go, Drew. I need to urinate."

A/N: ...Don't judge me. I don't even know.

I'm actually really ashamed that my author's note is probably longer than the 'story' itself. But hey, at least... at least... at least... er... no idea.

Once again, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO PIKACHAAAA!

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