This came from a random idea that popped into my head. It’ll be about the great, grand Contestshipping! And maybe some slight Pokeshipping. As far as I know this will be rated PG as a whole.
The title... yeah, don't pay any attention to it, I make really sucky titles ._.
I’d appreciate any constructive criticism. ^^
It was a Beautifly, it was real, it was moving, and for Pete’s sake, it had just touched her. May liked to think she had decent control over herself, as long as it didn’t involve her temper, but judging from what she saw before her, she had ingested something she probably shouldn’t have. Funny. She couldn’t remember being at a party or any other similar setting in the past few days that could have possibly involved intoxicating substances. And judging from the pain that shot through her arm as she hit her funny bone against the staircase’s handrail, this was no dream, either.
May stared in horror at the cheerful butterfly dancing around her. She tried to will her mind back to normal but it just wasn’t going away.
Oh, God. Her parents were right. She really did have a video game addiction and she had had one battle too many.
May walked down the steps holding a white device in one hand, and a thin stylus in the other. She tapped the bottom screen with the stick and gave a slight smile, seemingly pleased.
“May, stop playing Gameboy. Hurry up and get ready for school.” called a male’s voice.
“May!” came the voice again.
May frowned and reluctantly turned off the device. She took slow, cautious steps, not exactly excited about having to put her game away.
“It's a DS, not a Gameboy.” She mumbled.
“You’re too obsessed with that thing.” He said, ignoring her comment. “The world doesn’t revolve around Polkamon. You need to get out there, and do something else. A sport or something. It’s not healthy to let something that doesn’t even exist take over your life.” Her dad lectured.
“It’s Pokemon, not Polkamon.” She corrected stubbornly. Norman sighed.
“Get a quick snack and meet your mom in the car in five minutes. I’ve got to get to the office.” said Norman.
He picked up his briefcase from beside the stairs, and headed out the door. He looked very professional in the crisp, black business suit.
May opened her DS again and resumed playing. She walked into the kitchen and absentmindedly grabbed an apple from a nearby fruit bowl. She bit into it without taking her eyes off the game.
“Mornin’, May.”greeted her younger brother Max, who also played the game.
“Enough Pokemon, let’s get to school.”
Caroline took the DS from the girl’s hands, and closed it. May quickly reached over and pulled her game card out of it, and put it in her pocket. Like Norman, Caroline also wore business attire. She slid the system into her purse and walked out the door. Max quickly hid his own DS on his lap and put his hands over it. She looked at him and held her hand out.
“I promise I won’t play it during school.” He frowned and fidgeted, clutching the system in his hands.
Caroline didn’t believe a second of it. Her hand was still extended. Max pouted. He pushed past his mom and made his way up the stairs to hide his game. Anything was better than his mom getting her hands on it and forgetting it at the office later. She had done that last week. And those had been three slow, painful days.
“I’ll wait for you two in the car.” She said.
May ran upstairs just as Max came back down. She ran into her brother’s room and slipped her hand under his pillow knowing exactly where he always hid it. Now at her own room, she opened a drawer and took out a red bandana with a white Pokeball design on it, and put it on her head. She shoved the DS into her red backpack, which closely resembled her bandana except for the fact that the Pokeball shape was black instead of white. She glanced at the mirror to make sure she looked okay, and ran outside to see Caroline raiding Max’s backpack in search for the DS.
“I left it in my room!” he said irritably.
“Just making sure.” She replied, handing him back his bag.
They hopped in the car, ready to leave.
“I’ll be right back, I forgot my planner.” With that Caroline sped into the house.
Max looked at his sister. “Give it.”
“Give what?” May asked innocently.
Max held out his hand which had May’s DS in it. “Trade ya.”
“How’d you get it back?” she asked, taking Max’s DS out of her backpack and handing it to him.
“Swiped it from Mom while she wasn’t looking.”
May put her game back into the system and stuffed it back into her backpack quickly when she saw Caroline coming back outside.
“You two look highly suspicious.” Caroline said eying her children.
“Huh?” May looked at Caroline with her best innocent face.
“Hmm…” she decided not to press the subject.
As they rode down the streets, May and Max both looked out the window, unfazed by their surroundings.
“Look, May! It’s your little friend!” Caroline suddenly announced.
“What?” May turned away from her position at the window and looked towards where her mother’s eyes looked. A green haired boy walked down the sidewalk, eyes closed, hands in pocket, head facing down.
“Why don’t you ask him if he wants a ride? It’s still some time away from school.” Caroline suggested.
May looked up at Caroline, her eyes in protest, but it was too late. She had already pulled over.
“Good morning, Drew.” She smiled.
Drew stopped and looked up.
“Oh, good morning” He said with a polite smile.
“Why don’t you hop in? There's plenty of room in the back.”
“I’d really appreciate that. Thank you.” He gave Caroline a quick polite nod. May frowned at his act of politeness.
“I’ll just walk to school now. It’s only a few blocks.” Max opened a door and jumped off. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to say anything that might embarrass you in front of Drew.” He snickered looking at May.
May shot him a look but said nothing. Drew slid into the car and closed the door. By this time Max was already one block away, trying to get away from his mom’s view so he could start playing his game.
“Max! You better not play Pokemon during school!” Caroline called down the street.
May cocked her head. How did she know? Drew raised an eyebrow noticing Caroline didn’t completely approve the Pokemon craze.
“So May. What were your grades on your last six math tests?” Drew’s emphasis on the words were very slight, and only noticed by May. At first she looked puzzled by the question, but she quickly understood what he meant. Six was such a key number when it came to Pokemon. And grades definitely had to refer to their Pokemon level-up rivalry. Caroline suspected nothing.
“All of them ninety five.” She said proudly. She sat up straight and smiled gloriously.
“Really? I got one hundred on all of mine.” He gloated.
May frowned, annoyed but not exactly surprised, and sunk back down into her seat. It wasn't fair that Drew happened to own six stinkin' Lucky Eggs.
“That’s a very good achievement. You must be very smart.” Caroline commented.
“There weren’t any tests, he’s just talking in code.” May mumbled not wanting to look any less smart than Drew. So what if her mother's belief that chlidren's lives were being taken over by Pokemon was reinforced? It wouldn't affect her. If anything she hoped it'd make Caroline's high opinions of her green-haired friend lower just a bit. But it seemed her mother had other thoughts in mind.
“They have their own secret language. How cute!” Caroline said softly to herself, but not softly enough.
“Mom!” May squealed. Drew simply pretended not to hear.
They arrived at a tall building surrounded by other kids of the same age. Most held systems in their hands similar to May’s and Max’s, in various colors.
“Later, Mom.” May said glumly and jumped out of the car. Drew stepped out of the car and looked back at Caroline.
“Thanks for the ride.” Drew gave Caroline a polite nod.
“It was no problem, dear. If you ever need a ride just ask for it.” Caroline smiled at him then drove away.
“Why aren’t you ever that polite to me?” May grumbled.
“You’re just not worth it.” Drew smirked, and all signs of good manners disappeared. He gave his trademark hair flick and walked away from May.
May opened her locker. Multiple stickers stuck to the door showing the word “Pokemon” in bright blue and yellow letters, along with pictures of creatures like Treecko, Mudkip and Torchic.
“Cool bandana.” commented a girl walking by as she nodded towards the Pokeball design.
“Thanks!” beamed May. “I like your shirt!” She said referring to a black shirt with a Pikachu on it that the girl was wearing.
She turned her attention back to her locker. She pulled some books out and put others in.
Ten minutes till class starts. Enough time for a battle. She thought.
May walked out of the school and headed towards the soccer field. She spotted a girl with orange hair and ran to her.
“Hey, Misty!” May greeted.
“Hi, May.” Misty quickly glanced up from her DS at her and smiled.
May pulled her own system out of her backpack. Both girls leaned against a fence. Video game music came from the game but could barely be heard through all of the talking from other students around them.
“Who are you battling?” May asked Misty, looking up from her game.
“Me.” Someone said a few feet away from her.
“Hi, Ash. Didn’t see you there.” May smiled.
“Hey, May.” Ash greeted with a smile, not looking up from the game.
“Ha!” Misty stood away from the fence and looked over at Ash triumphantly. “Beat you again!” she cried.
“You got lucky!” Ash protested. “You got a critical hit!”
“You got five of them throughout the whole battle, and you don’t see me complaining!” Misty answered.
Ash frowned and adjusted his red hat.
“Face it, I’m just better than you!” Misty taunted.
“Are not!” countered Ash.
“Are too!” retorted Misty.
A bell rang.
“Five minute warning, let’s go!” cried May ending their argument.
She grabbed her backpack and ran into the building. Misty and Ash followed suit. They rushed into a classroom and plopped their backpacks beside them.
“Mr. Ketchum, no hats inside the building. Same goes for bandannas.” said a teacher as she walked in.
Ash groaned and pulled it off. May slid her bandanna off too.
“All Pokemon things away. There will be a test today, and I don’t want anything distracting you.” ordered the teacher.
There was a rustle from the whole room, as people took off watches, bracelets, key chains, and other Pokemon merchandise off. Those who wore Pokemon shirts were forced to put a sweatshirt over them. There wasn’t a single person in the room who hadn’t had to put something away. May started to settle in her seat when she felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned to see a giggling Misty who handed her a small folded paper. On the front of the cover a heart was drawn, with very small letters written along the edge of it.
“From Drew.” said Misty just barely audible above everyone’s chatter.
May started to grow nervous. Her heartbeat started going just slightly faster, and so did her breath. She squinted down at the letters drawn around the heart.
I bet you wish Drew had drawn this – Misty
On closer inspection May recognized the perfect curves on the heart that only Misty could draw. She turned around and looked at her.
“Misty!” she hissed irritably
“What?” she giggled, unsuccessfully trying to look innocent.
May calmed down but felt a bit foolish. After all the stalling she finally opened the note.
I’ll win the next battle.
She turned the upper half of her body around, and saw Drew sitting three seats back, and one seat to the side. He sat up straight, holding a book in front of him with two hands. He looked very intellectual and mature. Drew knew she was staring at him. He flipped the page, and casually glanced up at her. May stuck her tongue out at him and mouthed the words “You wish.” She didn’t want to yell across the classroom. His mature look was instantly lost as he pulled down on his eye with his index finger, and stuck his tongue out at her too. Just as quick he regained his good-student look and continued looking at his book. May smiled and turned back around.
May tapped her pencil irritably. She was in her final class before lunch. Just a few more seconds and she’d be free.
“So the war of….” The teacher’s voice droned on and on. May wasn’t able to make out many of the words anymore.
Finally, the sound of the bell came.
“Yes!” almost the whole class cried. Everyone shuffled about as they gathered their things and hurried out.
May, Misty, and Ash all walked out and went to their place against the fence again and pulled out their video games.
“Drew’s on!" May exclaimed. She looked around to see if you could spot the green haired boy anywhere around. A message popped onto her DS screen.
Drew: stop looking 4 me and start the battle
Drew: or are you too afraid to lose?
PokeMay: I just want2 be able to see the look on ur face when I win!!!!
Drew: that’s very unlikely
PokeMay: ive beaten u before
Drew: out of how many times?
PokeMay: u got lucky
Drew: yeah, sure. just start the battle
Drew: and stop looking around
May looked around again. He had to be nearby if he knew she had been looking for him.
“Hey, Drew! Wanna battle?” cried someone’s voice behind May.
May turned around to see Drew sitting across the street from the school. A pudgy kid held a DS over his head as he waddled towards Drew.
“Sorry, May! I found a more worthy opponent!” Drew called out to her with a smirk.
“Take that back! I’m just as good as anyone else!” she fumed. Drew grinned at her without response. She walked around the fence and stomped across the street.
Drew’s eyes widened.
“I’m not goi –”
She caught a glimpse of a car quickly approaching her. It was too close. There was no time to move away. She stared at it like a deer in the headlights. Ash and Misty both noticed the tension hanging in the air as everyone helplessly looked at May about to be hit.
“Maaaay!” she heard Drew, Ash, and Misty cry right before she passed out.
May woke up with a start. The image of the car coming right at her was still strongly engraved in her mind, but she felt perfectly fine. There were no get well soon cards around, no doctors, no worried parents waiting to explain what had happened. By the looks of it, it must have all been a dream. She looked around and saw she was sitting in her room. Or at least it resembled her room… All her Pokemon things were gone.
It must have been Dad. She thought sourly. He'd do this every once in a while to try to get her mind on other things. It'd get her hands off the game, sure, but she'd just end up going outside in search of Pokemon shaped clouds.
She got out of bed, and shook off the thought of the car. Her head snapped towards the door where she thought to have imagined something pink scampering away.
“Great, now I’m starting to see things.”
May started to get ready for school, but couldn’t find any of her belongings. Her backpack was missing, and so was her Nintendo DS. She ran downstairs angrily, ready to protest about all of her missing stuff.
“Dad, did you take my Pokemon stuff and DS out of my room again?”
Norman looked up from his breakfast.
“DS?” he asked. “Well, I know your Pokemon gear is right beside the stairs if that helps.” He resumed eating.
She glanced at the side of the stairs. All she saw was her backpack. None of her Pokemon merchandise. Or gear as he had called it. And he had pronounced Pokemon right... Ignoring the though she headed back up the stairs toward her parents’ room, ready to ask her mom. She stopped when she realized what her dad was wearing. He looked very…. athletic.
“Don’t you have to get to the office or something?” She asked him.
“Office?” Norman asked puzzled.
“Nevermind.” She mumbled, once again turning back towards her mother's bedroom. She stopped as she caught a glimpse of something brown scurrying into the room.
“AAAAAAAAAHHHH!!” She shrieked.
She raced downstairs still screaming.
“May, what’s wrong?” Norman asked.
“There’s something… upstairs….it’s brown…. I think it was a huge mouse!” she squeaked.
“Are you sure it wasn't just Eevee?” asked Caroline.
“Eevee?” May forgot about the scurrying furball. She found it very odd to hear her mom using a Pokemon name.
A large butterfly landed on May’s head. She froze and stared up at it.
“Beautifly!” it said.
May looked ready to scream. She hurriedly backed up against the staircase, accidentally hitting her funny bone in the process. ****. This was no damn dream. Funny bones most definitely did not tingle in dreams. And her parents would have her head as soon as they found out she had commit substance abuse, because there was simply no other explanation for what she was seeing.
“Ah! I get it!” Caroline said. “P.D!”
“Oh, yeah! I totally forgot about that!” Norman snapped his fingers in understanding.
How they could be so calm about everything when their own daughter was getting ready to die, May would never know.