DISCLAIMER!!! Yup. Trying something different this time. Caps really draw peoples attention, you know? And they're uber fun. :D Anywho, I'm supposed to tell you that PKMN doesn't belong to me, but in my twisted reality it does, SO HAHA. X3

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That did not just come out of his mouth. He couldn't believe he just let it slip like that! Stupid heat-of-the-moment things that ruined his thinking process. He tensed up, and May pushed him out at arms length. She studied him with a serious expression, wariness set deep in her eyes. She blinked.

"Say it again."

"….what?"

"I said, say it again. Please?" Her mouth quirked up ever so slightly and she begged him with her ocean blue eyes. "Please say it again, Drew."

He couldn't just say it again. Things just didn't work that way! There was a huge lump in his throat, and after several attempts to clear it away he gave up. He could only give her a withering smile, trying to say it with his eyes. I do love you, May. Please believe me. There was no way he could say it again, now that things had become….awkward.

May sighed and dropped her eyes to the floor. "Please say something….anything. Just, don't lie to make me feel better."

"May, I meant every word. See," he cleared his throat, "I've…had uh, feelings for you ever since you told me you were dating Brendan. I was so jealous, and it just sort of hit me that…well, I love you, May."

When May lifted her eyes to look at him, Drew noticed that she was crying. He frowned.

"What? Did I say something wrong?" He tensed, but May shook her head and choked out a laugh.

"No, you didn't say anything wrong. I'm just happy, that's all." He smiled. "But…"

"But what?"

"What about Brendan?" She furrowed her brow and wiped the tear trails from her cheeks.

"What about Brendan?" Drew grinned, pulled her close, and kissed her until her knees buckled and she could no longer stand on her own two feet.

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May yawned and stretched, and as she snuggled down into the covers she smiled to herself. It was in Drew's bed that she slept.

"Morning, sleepy head." She turned her head towards the door, and there stood Drew, in all his shirtless glory. He had nothing on but a pair of boxers, and he was currently towel drying his hair.

"Good morning." Her smile widened, and for a long time they just stared at each other. She was sleeping in his bed, and he had no clothes on. What a good morning it was indeed.

"So….will it be pancakes, French toast, or waffles?"

"Pancakes."

"Bacon, sausage, or ham?"

"Bacon."

"Now, would you like that on a silver platter or a Dixie paper plate?" He grinned.

"Dixie, please. But only if I get breakfast in bed!" She giggled, and Drew nodded.

"Breakfast in bed it is. But first, I'm going to get dressed." May blushed when he winked at her, and he left the room chuckling.

May rolled out of bed, and headed to the small bathroom that joined on to Drew's bedroom. She pulled her fingers through her hair and brushed her teeth, humming all the while. She smiled as she remembered how Drew kissed her the night before, and decided that her problems with Brendan weren't all bad. They couldn't have been if that was the whole reason Drew finally confessed to her. The warm words echoed in her head, and she giggled.

She jumped when the phone rang from down the hall, and Drew called to her from the other bathroom asking if she could get it. May decided to get her shower after breakfast, and she hurried down the hall in her baby blue pajamas.

"Hello?"

'May? Is that you?'

She froze. Brendan was calling again. Did he find Drew's phone number in her room?

"I, um…you must have the wrong number, sir!"

'May, it is you! Don't you dare hang up on me! May!'

SLAM.

Drew appeared from the bathroom doorway--fully dressed--and frowned when he saw May panicking in front of the phone.

"Who was it?" She looked up at him with a startled expression, and her scared eyes answered his question. "May, everything's okay now. He'll never treat you like that again, I promise. Just leave it all to me." Drew had her wrapped in a hug in two strides from the bathroom door to the phone, and all her cares melted away.

"Okay."

"Now, how about that breakfast?" May smiled, and Drew pushed her back to his bedroom.

"What are you doing?"

"I thought you said you wanted breakfast in bed!"

"Oh. Right!" May laughed and Drew tucked her back in, leaving with a kiss on her forehead.

"Be right back."

Drew went to start the pancakes, and May was left alone with only her thoughts for company. The night before had been complete and utter bliss. Drew eased her troubled mind and kissed away her doubts, and she finally learned the secret behind his other mysterious cuts, that were now nothing but shiny pink scars. She nearly flipped her lid when he told her it was all because of her relationship with Brendan, but once again Drew thwarted her by kissing her speechless.

They talked into the wee hours of the morning, and when May was half asleep Drew wrapped his arm around her shoulders, and she snuggled right up to his warmth with a sigh of content. Life didn't get much better than that. May's musings were pleasantly interrupted when Drew returned with two plates of syrup coated pancakes and sides of bacon. He handed May her plate and settled down on the edge of the bed to eat breakfast with her.

"Mmmm…it smells so good…" May inhaled the wonderful smell rising from her plate and promptly dug in to the breakfast feast.

Drew started laughing, and she looked up at him with pudgy chipmunk cheeks. "What?"

"You're really into tucking that away, aren't you?" He continued to chuckle, and she scowled at him.

"S'not my fauwt if I like a big bweakfast…" She swallowed and returned to her pancakes, and Drew smiled, digging in to his own food.

"But you like everything…" He grinned when she stabbed her pancake with an unnecessary amount of force. "No need to get angry now, I was just speculating!"

"Hey, Drew…" She looked up with mischief dancing in her eyes.

"What?"

"Speculate this!" May flung a bite of pancake from her fork and Drew didn't have time to react.

The syrup splattered in a sticky mess on his face, and the bit of breakfast food slid down his cheek. May tried to cover her giggles, but it wasn't long before she was full out laughing.

"Don't think you got away with that, May!" Drew set his plate aside and lunged forward, but May had already skittered out of bed and down the hall, giggling all the way.

Drew followed her in hot pursuit, and it wasn't long before he had her trapped behind the couch. She was making pathetic attempts at apologizing all the while trying to find a good escape route. Drew faked to the right and just as she ran left he caught her by the wrist.

"Gotcha!"

May squealed, tripped backwards over the arm of the couch, and Drew toppled forward and barely had time to stick out his hands so he didn't squish her. Everything was quiet except for the shocked sigh that wooshed out of May's lungs. Drew blinked and smirked down at her.

"I told ya you wouldn't get away with throwing food at me, May." He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers. "Now pay up."

And there they were, romancing away and kissing on the couch. That's exactly what Brendan saw when he stormed into the room, fuming. His eyes flew wide. May and Drew broke apart and simultaneously gasped. Brendan spluttered wordlessly, shocked beyond speaking. Realization shot across Drew's face and he pulled May up from the couch with him, arms wrapped around her shoulders protectively.

"How the hell did you get into my house?" Drew seethed, his words quiet and intense.

"The door was open, and I came to get May." He directed his attention to her, and she couldn't look away. "Let's go, May. We have to talk."

She couldn't move. His eyes burned hers, and she was frightened out of her wits. Now she knew what it was like to be a deer in the headlights. Fear clutched her stomach, but she was distracted as soon as Drew slid his arms down to her waist and tightened his grip.

"She's not going anywhere, asshole. Now get out of my house." Drew practically snarled, but Brendan didn't move.

"May. I said let's go." But all she could do was bury her fingers deeper in the fabric of Drew's shirt. "May, NOW!"

And suddenly, she wasn't so afraid anymore. This man did not rule her life. She could do what she damn well pleased, as far as she was concerned. He had no say in where she went or who she stayed with. She sighed. But she couldn't let him get in a fight with Drew. May tried to take a step towards Brendan, but Drew didn't relieve his iron grip.

"May?" She turned and looked up at him. He was trying to hide it, but she could see the hurt in his eyes.

Don't go. Please don't go. She smiled at him reassuringly and he relaxed his arms. There was a horrible ache in his chest, and his heart was giving him a good thrashing for letting her go. But he would not hold her against her will, not like him.

"May…" She shook her head and refused to look him in the face.

"Let me go." His hands drifted back to his sides and balled his hands into fists. Dammit.

May walked across the room, and Brendan stood with a satisfied smirk. He would have the last laugh, even if he had to drag her out the door by her hair.

"Good. I knew you'd make the right choice. Now, let's--"

"Shut up." May slapped him across the face, snarling viciously. "That's for trying to run my life!" And then she kneed him right in the baby maker. "And that's for hitting me, you ass!"

May spun on her heel and jumped when she saw Drew standing right behind her. She smiled in satisfaction, but Drew was still frowning. Without a word he leaned over and wrapped his arms around her small torso, burying his face in her hair and breathing deeply.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought….I thought you were really going to leave me, May." She smiled and hugged him back.

"I'll never leave you. I promise."

He sighed. "Okay." Drew let her go and turned his attention towards Brendan. "Now, get out of my house!" He hauled the pained man up by his armpits and dragged him to the door.

"I'm not leaving without May! She's my girlfriend!"

Drew threw open the door and shoved Brendan--who was refusing to budge now that he was recovered--out the door with the flat of his foot.

"Well not any more!!" Slam.

"Drew?" He turned away from the door and ignored the pounding that was coming from the other side.

"What?"

"Thanks."

Drew walked over and took her hand, not even noticing that the pounding on the door had gotten louder. "Anytime."

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Weeee! Yeah, that WAS uber short, but the next chappie won't really fit if it's part of this one. I'm planning on writing some serious sneakiness next chappie, and it will be my ULTIMATE HUMOR. MWAHAHAHAHAHA. XD Erm…..yeah….so, that's what's gonna happen. But just to warn you, it might not be ultimate humor(evil laugh). It could be cruddy, cheeseball, mediocre humor. There was supposed to be a witty comment right here, but I completely forgot what I was going to say. -.- Heh, that's life. Anywho, prepare for HUMOROUS DOOOOM. XP

Oh, and please review. n.n

Mistoffelees Shadow

P.S.- Did you see my amazingly witty title?? ;D