Summary: After the most recent contest, Drew began to think it was unhealthy for May to be travelling with boys alone.

Drew's POV:

"Ash! I don't need your help! Geez! Since when would I need help from you? I know what I'm doing! Leave me alone!" May screamed in Ash's face. Again. He didn't get it!

I watched from afar as she trained before the contest that was to be held the following morning. I knew where she'd train because I caught her training behing the Pokemon Centers before. Always, before she goes to bed.

"Fine, May," Ash pouted. "It's just I had an idea, is all." He turned to go back inside and head to bed.

I wanted to go and talk to her. Why? After a while of rivalry, I had developed a small crush on her. Why? Aww, man, this sucks. It's not so good to have a crush on the enemy!

The way the midnight moon glistened on her fair skin, she was a dazzling beauty...I wanted to come out and be myself, acting smug and pretending to be much better than her. Not right now, I remember thinking that. I remember reminding myself that at my current time of iffatuation; this moment of weakness, I, being myself, would not let things out the way I wanted things to go.

I only allowed myself to watch her for my own personal gain. I told myself probably a million times I was only watching to see her improvement for contests. Now, because of that, half of me was saying it was because of her contest abilities, and the other half of me was saying it was because I liked her.

"Okay, Skitty!" She called, gracefully passing small orange balls to her small pink cat-like pokemon. It was juggling the small round balls as she clapped and cheered it on. "Yay! You're doing it, Skitty! Good Job!" She sang a small beat.

The small pink cat made a meow sound, delighted by it's masters pleasure. It got a little distracted by this and sent a few of the small balls flying. Not luckily, one came to me.

May was looking for all four of the balls, but only found three. It was only because I had one. As she came my way, I nonchalantly came into her view, revealing myself from behind the lush trees.

In her eyes she didn't look upset. Not at all. However, she put her hands on her hips and glared at me. "Drew?" Skitty meowed and looked around as though it didn't understand. "What are you doing here?"

Of course I couldn't possibly tell her I was watching her because I loved her! That would be much to fast. "Sorry, Missy." But why was I being to rude? I figured it was because I was always like that to her. "I was just taking a small walk before going to bed. I came across you when this ball flew over to me. Disgracefully, of course. I figured it was yours since it was so sloppy."

Her fists balled even tighter. Her nails were probably digging into her skin, and it probably hurt. "I-I really don't have the patience for this right now, Drew." Her voice was cracking as she muttered this. Head hanging low, voice deep. Man, she was upset. I could tell she meant it. Maybe her and Ash were getting fed up with one another... As bad as that fact was, I chose to take it to my advantage.

"May?" I really was concerned. "Are you okay, May?" Now, if I had only been a little nicer earlier on. Maybe if I had admitted to my feelings earlier on, maybe if I had said what was on my mind this wouldn't have happened. If I could only turn back time.

A single droplet fell to the dirt. One. That's the last I saw of her. She ran off. Even Skitty was still with me. "Skitty?" I asked it. "Why are you still here with me?"

"Rah!" It said. Too bad I couldn't understand exactly. I tossed the small ball to the cute pokemon. I was a little suprised that Skitty started bouncing it up and down. I hadn't called any shots, and I wasn't even it's trainer, but it juggled anyway. How cute.

That's when I got the idea. May would eventually come back for her Skitty. I know she would never abandon a pokemon.

I took a pen and a paper out of my green backpack and started to write.

Dearest May,

Look May, I'm sorry if it was me who upset you. It's hard not be cocky around someone like you. Someone who speaks her mind, someone cute, someone perfect. You. May, I wanted to ask you to travel withme, but I wasn't sure you'd accept.

My proposal will wait until the end of the Grande Festival. I will ever hope until then that you accept. I find that whenever I see you, you're yelling at one of the three males you accompany wilst travelling around. I don't think it's healithy. I know that I too, am man, but I will treat you with the utmost respect I can muster.

May, I know that I would never be good enough for you, but I aspire that you ponder upon my offer, where as, I will pray upon your decision.

The Ever-Hoping man that loves you,
Drew

Wow. How corny can I get? Well, that was a spur of the moment ficcy! I hope you like it!

-Skarmory