A/N: OHMIGOSH I'M ALIIIIIIVE! Okay, before you pull out your AK 47s and shoot me where I stand, let me apologize. Yes, I know I said I'd update over the school year... but you all saw how well that turned out. Drowned in arithmatic, I suddenly realized that fanfiction wasn't my top priority anymore *legasp*. And now, over six months later and Summer on the horizen, I crawl back here, tail between the legs, realizeing that I left Mike and Dani here to die before they even had their first kiss. But now, I'm pulling out my handy-dandy Harry Potter wand and bringing them back *yayz*! But I'm afraid you won't get another chapter until later on this May *grrrz*. Right now, to let you know they didn't toatally leave my mind in the classroom, I bring you this little May-Day-themed short with the two. Please R&R, and remember my readers- I don't own Twilight, Stephnie Meyers does. I'm just a hopless fanpire who just can't get enough of the faboulous cast!

Mike's POV

"There," I said as I placed the last daisy into place, "Now it's perfect."

I took a step back to admire my work, a small leftover easter basket filled with colerful flowers with a card tucked elgently at the side reading Danielle Cullen.

I've never been a big fan of May Day. To me, it's just some forgetable tradition of friends and lovers giving eachother cups and baskets filled with cadies and flowers. Normally Jessica would slip one onto my doorstep, but that isn't really much of an event worth waiting for.

But this year, I had sombody to give one to.

I grabbed the wicker hadel and checked my watch. 11:45 am, I had pleanty of time to run up to the Cullen's and slip this on their porch and hightail it before they came back from their hunting trip.

Pulling out my car keys, I slipped out of the front door, breathing in the crisp Saterday morning air. I began to jog to the car, not noticeing the Ford rusting on the curb in front of my house before it was too late.

Whump! I spun around, to see none other than Jessica now faceplanted on our front walk where she tripped. She got on her knees and looked up, blushing as she attempted to act surprised.

"Oh, hi Mike! Guess you caught me, huh?" She motioned to the broken basket in front of her, the contents launched across the driveway.

I sighed, "What is it Jessica?"

She got up, compleatly ignoring my question, "You caught me trying to give you a may basket, you know what that means?" She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively, a look that chilled me to the bone.

I took a step back, worried, "No, and I don't really want to know, either."

"It'll come to you."

Edging away, I shook my head, "Look, Jess, I need to go drop something off-

"It means you got to kiss me, moron!" Jessica rolled her eyes and grabbed my by the wrist, "Come on, Lauren's waiting in the car."

"What the- What are you doing?!" I dug my heels into the ground, frantically trying to slow progression towards the puke-colered vehical, "Let go!"

"Calm down, I'm just taking you to a movie- and Lauren's driving." He reached into her pocket and waved two cinima tickets in the air before giving me one last jerk towards the car.

I slammed against the window, crushing part of my May basket somewhere between my butt and car door. I looked down, heart sinking when I saw that the half dozen roses where bent in more than an origami swan.

Jessica peeked over my shoulder, realizing for the first time that I was holding a May basket of my own. She beamed, "Is that for me? You shouldn't have!"

Before I could protest, she snatched it from me, picking a daylily from the surviver's section. She spun it between her fingers, happily watching the petals twirl, "Thanks Mike."

I watched her awkwardly, "Um, actually-"

The Ford's horn blared, splitting my eardrums before I could finish my scentance. Jessica groaned- well, I think she groaned, I couldn't really hear yet -and yanked the backdoor open, yelling somthing along the lines of 'Lauren-I-swear-if-you-do-that-at-the-theater-I'll-scalp-you'. Then she kindly guided me into the back seat, shutting the aged door after we where both settled.

Sitting in front of me was a rather pissed off (Well, more pissed off than usual) looking Lauren. She glared at us through the rearveiw, muttering something about missing the last episode of ER. Jessica seemed unphased by the mood that was emmiting from Lauren in waves, and simply said, "You can go anytime, you know."

We lurched forward and started rolling down the damp street, chugging out of town towards Port Angles. After about ten minutes of awkward scilence, I finally broke the ice, "So, uh, what are we going to see?"

Jessica grinned, handing me one of the crumpled tickets, "It's May Day, a.k.a may first, a.a.k.a opening day of the most awsome movie ever- Dimlight!"

I gave her a blank stare before consulting the paper in my hands. Dimlight, 1:00 showing. Thank you for preordering on ! She must have been looking forward to this, because she obviously ordered this months in advance.

After another scilence, she poked me in the shoulder, "Mike, you do know what Dimlight is- don't you?"

To my misfortune, I shook my head.

"OH. MY. GOD. YOU. HAVE NOT. LIVED." She gasped before launching into a mile-per-minute synopsis of the book-turned-film. Apperently, it was about this girl named Becca who moves from Las Vegas to Juno, Alaska to live with her dad, Charles. Within her first week at her new school she meets this mysterious boy named Edmund who at first seems to hate her but doesn't really and then turns out to be a vampire. They fall in love and have to face these 'Bad Vamps', led by the Sadistic Jethro, who want to kill Becca. In the end, Jethro is defeated and Becca and Edmund are reunited until the next book which Jessica let slip that Edmund ditches Becca for her own good.

I have to say, the plotline sounded eerily familiar.

By the time Jessica had explained, renacted, and recited the first three chapters of the book, we where there. As soon as the car stopped, Jessica snatched me and my May basket out of the car and bolted for the ticket office line where other teenage girls stood squealing. After handing in our tickets and spending twenty bucks -from my wallet, of course- worth of popcorn I questioned Jessica about her bringing in the basket.

"To serve as a reminder," She said, "You still have to kiss me."

We settled down in the middle of the thearter, and within minutes we where surrounded by fangirls. I gazed around the thearter, finding only one other male in the room besides me. We looked at eachother across the isle, exchanging a I feel your pain, bro, look before the lights went down and the movie flikered onto the screen.

I have to say, it was an O.K movie, though I couldn't get rid of the nagging feeling that I'd seen this all before. We where the last to file out of the thearter, Jessica firmly planting herself into her seat until the last credit dissappeard.

We walked out of the thearter in scilence, stopping just a few feet from the car. Jessica clutched the May basket eagerly, crushing a few carnations in the process. "So," she started, "How about that kiss?"

I shifted my weight uneasily, trying to think of some way to postphone it, "Well, uh, I don't think we should keep Lauren wait-"

Jessica dropped the flower basket and grabbed my shoulders, pulling me into a one-way kiss. Our lips- and noses - crushed together like two steam engines, mine gaining most of the damage. She held me there for what seemed like years, eyes screwed shut as she clutched my limp noodle of a body against hers.

Thankfully, she was human, and had to breathe. She let go with a gasp, as if our smooch had been any more passionate than that of a skunk and a fence post. She wiped her lips, eyes bright, "That was amazing!"

Not wanting to provoke another attack, I just stood there, smiling.

She opened the car door, sticking her head inside and shooting what sounded like another threat toward Lauren before she could honk the horn again. Grasping the oppertunity, I dove down and scrambled to gather what was left of the basket. I shoved the card in my back pocket and dumped the now wilted flowers in and sprinted down the street before Jessica had a chance to turn around and stop me.

It only took me five minutes to huff to a exausted halt by a sign a few streets away. It was a taxi sighn, one of the two that existed in Port Angles, and I started waving frantically to get a yellow car's attention.

With an amazing stroke of luck, one pulled up just as the Ford from hell rounded the corner. I dove into the backseat, tossing the entire contents of my wallet in the passenger seat and told the driver the floor it. It wasn't until we where twenty miles out of the city before I could calm down enough to give the driver directions.

"That'll cost you fifty dollars, sir." The middle-aged woman in the drivers seat sighed, watching me blanch at the price. I grabbed my wallet and feverishly thumbed through the bills. Twenty, fourty, fourty five, fourty six, fourty seven, fourty eight... that's it.

"How about just fourty-eight? That's all I have." I asked/pleaded, holding the bills out to her.

The plump women gave me a sypethetic look, "I'm afraid not, sir."

I dropped back in my seat, groaning, "Some May day this turned out to be."

The taxi slowed down, letting other cars speed past on the freeway, "You know, I might be just able to make it there if you give me one of those flowers. I've been working all day and haven't been able to get my husband anything."

I looked up, a small smile on my lips as I grabbed the last flower that was left intact, "Well at least sombody will be getting a flower today."

She returned my smile, "You can just put that in the passenger seat. Who where those for anyway?"

I dropped the cluster of baby's breath onto the seat, "My girlfriend, but I was abducted by my ex before I could deliver them."

"Ouch," The driver looked at me through the rearveiw, eyes questioning, "Why don't you just give them to her when you get back? There's still time and you might get a free kiss out of it."

I shook my head, "Nah, I don't think she'll want a bunch of flowers in a fraying wicker basket. I missed my chance."

The driver shrugged, "Maybe, maybe not. To be honest, I'd say if she really loved you, she'd love them no matter what."

We drove in scilence for a few minutes, before I finally asked, "Can I change my destonation?"

She smiled, "Sure, where to?"

***

I walked down the long wooded grove, my soiled may basket in one hand and a crumpled card in the other. I had the driver drop me off at the turn-off, hoping the walk might give me just enough time to sort through my thoughts. They where more than likely home already, which didn't worry me, because I kinda hoped that maybe if I gave her the flowers in person, it might seem that less pathetic.

When I reached the house, she was already waiting for me. She patted the empty space next to her on the porch swing as I made my way up the steps.

I sat down, "Let me guess, Alice saw me coming?"

Dani smiled and nodded, "Yeah, but she didn't tell me you came bearing gifts." She motioned to my pathetic excuse for a May basket.

I felt my face heat up, "Um... these are for you."

I handed her the card and dead flowers, preparing myself for the worse as she quickly read the message inside.

She smiled, "Does this mean I get a kiss?"

"What?"

"This is a May Day basket, and I caught you putting it on my doorstep. That means we kiss." She gave me a warm smile, golden eyes shimmering.

I smirked, "Oops. I guess your right. Darn." I lifted my hand to her face in a gentle caress, leaning in slightly, "Just tell me if it becomes too much, alright?"

She leaned in also, and I could feel her cool breath on my lips as she spoke, "I don't think you have to worry about that."

Slowly, oh so slowly, our lips met. Mine soft, warm ones met with her hard, cold ones, but that took nothing from the overall effect. My heart screamed- no, sang - in my chest as what felt like an electric current spraked from my mouth, rocketed down my spine and filled my body with the static charge. I wraped my arms around her, never wanting to let go, for if I did this perfect moment would be over.

But, because of me being a stupid human, I had to breathe.

We broke apart, me gasping for air as she sat there and reached into the tangle of petals and stems. By the time I had enough air, she had managed to pull out a rose. A full, un-damaged, rose.

She slid down, resting her head on my shoulder as she slowly rotated the flower between fingertips. But she wasn't looking at it, she was looking up at me.

She gave me one last kiss on the cheek, "Thank you."

I wrapped my arm around her, "Your welcome." I smiled back, this was definately the best May Day ever.