It isn't me

A rose

(Maybe I'm not the one you think I am)

She smirks when she glances at her rose. So beautiful, with soft petals reflecting the beams of her desk-lamp. She twirls the rose around her slender finger. It has a small scent – like an almost unnoticeable cologne. Pulls it closer. Yes – it's something.

Later, she puts it down and thrums with her fingers at the cream-white table. Tucks back her brown hair with her scarf – hard, not a single strand of hair is allowed to play in front of her face. No one. She is sick of it.

She wonders. What'll happen next? What does this book has in store for her? Probably nothing. Life will go on – like a sinus-curve, going up and down, with no changes. She will continue to strike for her Contest-ribbons. As always. That's her goal – and something she loves and desires – of course. She would rather die than giving up her dream.

Like him.

Yeah, they're the same at that aspect.

The same but in the same time so different.

She smiles. It's hard for her to say what precisely she feels for him. But it's easy to state that it is something. Something that is so present that she can't deny it. Not anymore. When she gets these roses – (one after each meeting) – she can't help but to feel relived, like butterflies moving in her chest. A bird flapping its wings. First, she thought that he gave her roses to emphasize that he stood over her. But she doesn't think like that now. No, she wants them. Needs them. Because, as long as she gets them, she can string along that he likes her. Of course he doesn't. He finds her annoying. Always spits greedy cues at her. Uses irony like a gamer uses his controller. Maybe he likes her as friends. Or a rival. Something like that. But it'll never be more than that. Never.

She knows that. Understands that. But she still builds up fantasies that have nothing to do with reality.

She is impressed by him. Impressed by his skills. Impressed by his cocky attitude and small, suspicious eyes. By his green hair and ironical smiles. It's easy to say that she is impressed by everything about him. Maybe it's because of that she understands that he is unreachable.

Oh, she thinks, putting her face in her hands. This is all so dang complicated.

So complicated that she catches herself in her own riddles.

She turns on her laptop. Waiting for an eternity (it feels) for it to start. Next, she clicks on Google Chrome and waiting for her homepage to come up on the screen. Logs in on her Hotmail. Clicks on 'incoming mail'.

One mail.

From him.

She feels her heart beat faster. Sweats are pouring down her face. She licks her lips.

Open.

From; hey_im_drew_yo

To; may_maple

Subject; Nothing xP

Yo! How r u? You still in Rustboro? How about some coffee tomorrow? At two a clock?

/Drew

She can't help but to unintentional giggle. She blushes when she writes an answer. Duh, she is so darn obvious. And so darn good at creating fairytales that is both ridiculous and exaggerate.

And sad.

And what's wrong with that suspicious tone of his? she wonders, but not too long because the feeling decrease only because it's him. It's sad really, that he has such control over her.

From; may_maple

To; hey_im_drew_yo

Subject; RE Nothing xP

Hey you! I'm fine. As usual. Looking forward to the next contest. I'm going to kill you there! But yeah, coffee sounds nice. See you then.

/May

Her smile gets more solid. Always. It's always like this. Irony. No time for serious talk. It's like passing a tennis-ball back and forth over the net. No time for thinking. No time for her being May. No. She has to play this role. This role that she (inside) doesn't want.

But she has to. Because if she don't, she will lose him. And she can't bear that.

No.

Yeah, this is a longer story - (probably around fifteen chapters at the end) mainly about May x Drew. The story starts when May goes back to Rustboro to train at the School to learn more about pokémon and their battle techniques so that she can use them in her contest. But her problem right now isn't her contests. Also, small Ash x Misty will occur in future chapters. As always - yadda yadda - I'm sorry for any grammar mistakes. I don't own any of these characters and reviews are always welcome! I will update as soon as possible! Thank you for reading this! ^-^