Unforgotten Rose (Contestshipping, One-Shot) Rated G
Yup. This is a Contestshippy One-Shot. It’s my first time every writing a fan fic, so don’t be too harsh on me, okay?
In the Corel contest hall, May, a brunette coordinator with a red and white bandana, was seen looking at what seemed to be a book. Inside the book, were pressed roses. May looked at the roses thoughtfully, but was interrupted by the announcer.
“And now, we will begin the final round of this contest: May vs. Drew!”
May closed the book and put it in her bag as she made her way up to the stage. There, her eyes met the emerald eyes of her opponent. The two coordinators stared at each other confidently.
“Let us now begin!” announced the referee.
“Go, Flygon!” called Drew. A dragon-like pokemon screeched as it came out of its pokeball.
“Squirtle, take the stage!” yelled May. A blue turtle came spinning out in its shell and landed gracefully.
“Flygon, use Sandstorm!” ordered Drew.
May started to panic, and yelled, “Dodge it, Squirtle!”
Squirtle jumped up in an attempt to dodge the sandstorm, but unfortunately for May, the sandstorm found its way to Squirtle and resulted in a direct hit. May’s points were reduced, while Squirtle fell to the ground, quite hurt.
“Are you all right, Squirtle?” May asked.
“S-squirtle..” grunted the blue pokemon, as it slowly tried to get back up on its feet.
However, Drew didn’t take any chances. “Quick, Flygon! Use steel wing on Squirtle!”
“Squirtle, use water gun!” yelled May.
“Flygon, dodge!” shouted Drew.
Squirtle shot many water guns towards Flygon, but Flygon skillfully dodged them all and gave Squirtle a hard steel wing. The impact of the attack sent Squirtle flying back and was slammed against the wall.
“Squirtle!” cried out May.
The buzzers were heard and X’s were seen by the judges.
“Squirtle is unable to battle. Therefore, the victory goes to Drew and his Flygon!” yelled the referee.
May sighed in defeat and called back her pokemon. That was not her best match at all. She didn’t know why she went into a panic.
After Drew received the Corel contest ribbon, May silently went outside and began to make her way to the next city. However, she was stopped by someone.
May turned around to see Drew running towards her.
“Oh. Hi Drew. Congratulations on winning the contest,” May said with a fake smile.
“What’s with you? You’re were battling great until you faced me in the finals. You beat everyone without a sweat, but you couldn’t scratch my Flygon at all! What gives?” asked Drew.
May didn’t know whether to take this as a compliment or an insult, but she was already so worked up about losing so easily to Drew, that she was getting quite frustrated.
“Oh, just can it, will you Drew,” said annoyed May.
“What? Afraid to take me on like a real coordinator?” taunted Drew.
That statement hit May really hard. “Just leave me alone, Drew!” yelled May, with a cracked voice. May then ran into the forest where she hoped she could find some peace and comfort.
Drew’s eyes softened when he saw that he had hurt May quite unreasonably. He quickly followed May into the forest.
May cried uncontrollably as she ran into the forest. ‘How could he say that? How could he be such a jerk?’ May finally came upon a clearing in the forest and decided to take a rest. There, she let herself to freely burst into tears.
May turned her head to find the last person she wanted to see at the moment. In no time at all, Drew found a tear-stained May in the clearing. He felt guilty that he had made May cry like this. So he tried to cut back on the snappy comments at the moment.
“What do you want, Drew?”
“I guess… I wanted to apologize. You seemed pretty upset after what I said. You know I didn’t really mean it, right?” asked Drew.
“How should I know what you mean and what you don’t mean?” snapped May. “First it’s ‘It’s for Beautifly.’ Then when you give me another rose and I ask if it’s also for Beautifly, you say ‘Something like that.’ How am I supposed to know whether or not the roses were for Beautifly or for me?”
Drew definitely did not see that coming. “You’re upset about that?”
“Yes, I am!” stated May.
Drew sighed. “Well, I might as well just tell you now. The roses were for you. But it’s not like you still have them anyways, right?”
“Think again, wise guy!” yelled May, as she took out her book and threw her it to him. Indeed, it was the book she was looking at before the finals.
Drew opened the book to see every single rose he had given her, pressed into her book. He hesitantly asked, “W-why’d you keep them all?”
May slightly blushed and shamefully looked away. “Because… I thought they meant something. I thought that it meant something special.”
Drew’s shocked face slowly turned into a smiling one. “Heh. Guess I gave you too little credit. I’ll admit that they did mean something.”
“Huh? What?” inquired May.
“I don’t really know. Maybe it was to give you a little encouragement and motivation for the contests. Or maybe it’s because I’m getting sort of fond of you. Or it could be both…” Drew said with an unsure tone. He wasn’t sure if he should’ve said any of that at all.
May turned her face to see his face. She wiped away her tears and smiled brightly.
“Thank you for saying that, Drew.”
“Uh… yeah. You’re welcome,” Drew said.
“I guess I should tell you this as well. I’m getting ‘fond’ of you, too,” grinned May.
“Oh really?” smirked Drew.
“Eh… yes…” admitted May, with a slight blush plastered on her face.
“Well, come on. The next contest isn’t going to wait for us forever,” said Drew.
May tilted her head. “Is that your way of asking me to travel with you?”
“And what if it is?” asked Drew.
“Then I accept!” stated May.
“Then let’s go!” said Drew.
And so, the two coordinators headed towards the next contest, with May’s arm locked with Drew’s arm.
Okay. First of all, I’m sorry if the battle scene was really bad and I’m sorry if the story wasn’t shippy enough for you. I just hope it was enjoyable to some degree.
Please R + R!