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    Originally posted on fanfiction.net and can be found below.

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

    DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.

    NOTE: Shippings in this fic include all of the ships in Giving of Yourself including new ships like LuckyShipping (Brock/Lucy) and the pairs of DefeatedShipping (Drew/Solidad), Conway/Holly, Kenny/Conway and Zoey/Holly. This does not fall under the umbrella of the one shot because of its strict holiday theme. Enjoy!

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    (Chapter 1- Signing Up in Slateport)

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    The signs on the highway make it easy as two plus two to navigate towards the ultimate coordinator’s destination of Slateport City and the three day event that makes the city the focal point of the Hoenn region. With only one half of a kilometer to go before longtime girlfriends Kelly Cruz-Marin and May Maple make it to the main arena, they can already hear the loud, cheerful and festive sounds of the biggest gathering of coordinators this year.

    From Valentine’s Day in mid-February to right now on March 12th, Kelly has made it her mission to get her seventeen-year old girlfriend ready for the Grand Festival through intense training. Along with Norman and Max who both pitched in to help May in her battling skills, Harley and Caroline to assist in first round appeals and Kelly who made nutrition and athletic prowess a must, May has never been more confident than she is right now to hoist the Grand Festival Trophy above her head come Sunday afternoon.

    As the two make their way to the entrance gate of the Grand Festival hand in hand, May turns to Kelly and smiles, saying, “I know I’ve said this before to you and everyone else several times, but…thank you for all of your help these past four weeks. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt this good about my chances in the Grand Festival in…ever!”

    “Well, clearly,” Kelly says, in an almost bragging fashion, “I am biased this time, because I have my prized horse in the race.” May laughs at the analogy before she gives the smiling dame a light shove on the shoulder. “But seriously,” Kelly continues, “we all want you to do well here, baby. We’ve…covered just about everything. You have top-notch pokemon, a great strategy, a prime appeal for tomorrow, and everything is running in near-perfect harmony, but quite frankly, I still have a little issue. It has to do with your…competition.”

    “Competition?” questions the lady in red. “Girl, what are you talking about?"

    The urban seventeen-year old wearing a black shirt and long blue overalls sighs as she stops in front of a few stands outside of the arena selling pokemon bobble heads, keychains and several other odds and ends and explains to May, “You know that both Drew and Dawn are gonna be competing at this Grand Festival, right?”

    Looking at her girlfriend with a confused gaze, the bandana-wearing beauty asks her, “Who gives a crap, Kelly? I’m done with Drew, and have been done with him for a long, long time. Let the ******* and his little short skirt-wearing **** do whatever the hell they please.”

    “Okay, that’s just it! Right there!” Kelly points out to the competing coordinator. She then prompts her bandana wearing girlfriend to come with her away from the throng of people.

    Once the two are away from the glazes of the faces, Kelly explains to her sporty belle, “They make you mad, so they are getting under your skin!” Gently holding May’s head in place, the gloved one explains to her, “All of us have been by your side these past several weeks because we feel that you are the one who deserves to win this year’s Grand Festival. Harley, Max, your parents, heck even Ash and Paul pitched in some, and they did it all to help you. All we ask of you in return is to just be calm, cool and collected this weekend, May. If you have those two-timers on your mind at all, then you can’t compete at 100 percent.”

    “Your mind will be wandering, and if you wanna win, you can’t have that. You need to focus on the task at hand, and that’s winning this Grand Festival. Like I told you, you need to be like the horse in the race wearing blinders. That’s why I will be in the suite during the battle portion, because you have to drop all distractions. You have to drop the garbage with Drew, Dawn and everyone else, and just remember what everyone has taught you these last few weeks, and I know you’ll be fine. Okay?”

    May answers, “Okay,” and Kelly gives her a kiss on the forehead telling her girlfriend that she loves her.

    “I love you too, Kelly. Now let’s get signed up.”

    The pair does not enter the arena lobby right away, as both Kelly and May are admittedly famished after such a long walk to Slateport City from the last pokemon center. The Petalburg City native especially wanted to get something to eat upon seeing all of the delectable goods in one place, and her belle had no problem treating her to something, reminding her that it is important for the brunette to not overindulge prior to such a grand event.

    May agrees, playfully sulking for a second at the fact that she just can’t have a little bit of everything. She finally decides on having a single ice cream cone with Kelly from a stand run by a long red-haired voluptuous woman, and a somewhat timid male of the same age. Both of them are clad in blue and yellow aprons, and off to the side promoting the stand is a little, talking mascot wearing a chocolate ice cream cone as his costume. While the pokeblock guru orders mint chocolate chip in a waffle cone, the girl next door takes some more time and finally makes banana sherbet her flavor of choice. She opts to have her treat in a sugar cone.

    At the behest of the competing coordinator, both girls opt to enjoy their cones outside in the beautiful twenty-one degree Celsius weather with nary a cloud in the sky. They take less than 10 minutes to finish their respective cones before they make the much anticipated walk inside the lobby of the Slateport City arena.

    As they already expected, both Kelly and May came face to face with very fervent activity taking place within the lobby as several coordinators and pokemon were practicing maneuvers, coming up with strategies and getting a look at their potential competition as they go through what amounts to final practice for Saturday’s appeals.

    Making their way to the registration lines, the pair only has to wait about twenty minutes or so before they come face to face with the attendant.

    After they both greet the lady with a good afternoon, she does the same and she also accepts May’s pokedex. Running it through the computer, she gets all the information she needs. “So, you are May Maple of Petalburg City. You won the necessary five ribbons for automatic entry. And is this your roommate for the weekend?” she asks, referring to Kelly.

    “Yes, ma’am,” answers May.

    “Very well,” the attendant responds. “May I see her ID, please?” Kelly has no problem with the security request, and shows the official her identification without another word.

    After a few final instructions, designation of room keys and a temporary Grand Festival identification number of ‘253’ for May, her attendant gives her pokedex back and wishes her good luck for the Grand Festival. The girlfriends thank their attendant and make their way back outside to check out a few more of the stands and vendors.

    For about the next two hours, Kelly and May walk through just about every vendor situated around the arena and find numerous odds and ends being sold, including a silver-plated Grumpig key chain, which May bought for her short-haired counterpart. Not much buying of items was done; rather the two were much more apt to take in the atmosphere of this truly grand event. As the pair walked to yet another stand selling pokemon snacks, May comes across a younger boy and girl who have their arms draped across each other’s shoulders as they look at the many options available.

    Immediately recognizing the two, the coordinator calls out to them, saying, “Hey you guys! I thought you couldn’t make it! What’s up?”

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    Your thoughts?
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    Well, my thoughts...a bit short imo, but I'm sure it's at least two pages long, so no problem with that...
    And besides, since we already know what happened in "Giving of yourself", whis will hopefully be as good as that

    But God o_o
    PikeShipping and Drew x Solidad ! I must see this

    Description concerning the preparations for the fesitval were clear, yet in some way, again, short. Made we want to learn more about her training and relationship with Kelly

    Otherwise, yeah, she's focused, that's good !
    And...the cliffhanger is evil ._.
    Can't wait for an update
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    Default Thanks shadow_shipper!

    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    Well, my thoughts...a bit short imo, but I'm sure it's at least two pages long, so no problem with that...
    And besides, since we already know what happened in "Giving of yourself", whis will hopefully be as good as that
    Well, the chapters after this one are going to be longer by about 500-1,500 words each and checking, this chapter is nearly three pages, so there's no need to worry about the length. ^__^

    But God o_o
    PikeShipping and Drew x Solidad ! I must see this
    This will be the first time I've written both, and boy, am I excited to see the results, although the Drew/Solidad moments I have planned, well...they don't speak well of either of those two, as you shall see.

    Description concerning the preparations for the fesitval were clear, yet in some way, again, short. Made we want to learn more about her training and relationship with Kelly

    Otherwise, yeah, she's focused, that's good !
    And...the cliffhanger is evil ._.
    Can't wait for an update
    This is coming from someone who really does not like to do cliffhangers. Think about that. ;-)

    Updates will come quickly, because I have found the story very easy to write so far. I already have over 10 chapters on FF.net. All I can say is wait until Drew and Dawn come, and the people that May spots...are the craziest cool couple in fan fiction history, bar none.

    I'll take some of your advice and forgive me if the story seems to go slow at times. That's me trying to build the drama and suspense. I hope to update four times a week.

    Thanks again for your support!

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    It's been 24 hours, so here's chapter two!

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

    DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.

    (Chapter 2- Friends With Questions)

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    Immediately recognizing the two, the coordinator calls out to them, saying, “Hey you guys! I thought you couldn’t make it! What’s up?”

    Recognizing the voice, the younger teen boy and girl turn around. The boy is clearly dressed for the spring weather in his khaki shorts, black collared shirt patterned with a superhero manga design, dark brown sandals and sunglasses over his eyes. The girl has bright red hair of medium length, jean shorts and a short sleeved burgundy shirt. Like her counterpart, she is also wearing sunglasses over her eyes.

    They are elated to see their good friend out and about prior to the Grand Festival and show this emotion by exclaiming, “May!” before they both run up to her and give her a group hug.

    While deeply in the embrace, May says, “Oh, Kenny. Zoey, it’s so good to see you two again. Thanks for coming.” Releasing the hug, the excited coordinator gets a good look at the pair and says, “But I thought that you two were too busy in the Orange Islands to come and see me! What happened?”

    As Kenny explains to his platonic friend, “Well, if Zoey hadn’t have pulled off one of the greatest upsets in coordinating history at Shamouti Island, we might not have been here to see you in action.”

    “Kenny, oh! Forgive my rudeness. I’m sorry,” interrupts the mild-mannered maiden. May takes a couple of steps backward and literally pulls Kelly into her conversation. “Guys, you remember Kelly, right?”

    “The pokeblock girl from Lilycove?” Zoey quips. May nods and as the redhead gets a good look at her from her purple sneakers all the way up to her very developed chest, it’s clear to the tomboy who she is. ‘Nope. Can’t really forget that,’ she ponders. Now speaking, she says, “Yeah, I remember you. She’s the girl whose organization and products helped Kenny and I out with making pokeblocks.”

    “Kelly is going to be staying with me this weekend,” the coordinator explains. “She’s been helping me train for the Grand Festival ever since Valentine’s Day, and I don’t think I’ve been more ready for a Grand Festival than I am right now.”

    “Good!” Kenny exclaims as he drapes his arm across Zoey’s shoulder. “Maybe if we’re lucky, you can also take down, uh…” The boy who by all accounts is dressed for summer looks at Kelly, who is slashing her throat several times and shaking her head fervidly. To Kenny, it appears that May’s good friend doesn’t want him to say those two names.

    “Who?” asks May.

    “Well…you know,” the lone male says flustered. Then like a light bulb turning on inside his head “Everyone! That’s who! Beat…everyone! Yes!” A few seconds of silence pass before Kenny admits, “I’m lost. What the heck was I talking about?”

    Getting the conversation back on topic, the bandana-wearing girl says, “You were telling me, before I rudely interrupted you, how you and Zoey were able to get to Slateport City when I thought you’d be too busy trying to earn the minimum number of ribbons.”

    “Oh, yeah!” Kenny exclaims, with his memory jogged. “You should’ve seen it, May. As you know, yours truly already got his required five ribbons for the Orange Islands Grand Festival coming up this May.” To this arrogant bragging shown by her boyfriend, Zoey rolls her eyes. Even though she is wearing sunglasses and no one can see this, Kelly and May notice her light scoff. “So, we went to Shamouti for a contest in the hopes that she could earn number five. She did an appeal with her Gastrodon that got a perfect score of 30. And…Zoey can tell you the rest.”

    Kenny’s boyish girlfriend takes the floor and further elaborates, saying, “From there, I went into the second round. I used Glameow for my battles against my first two opponents, beating them easily.”

    “Okay,” Kelly responds. “Forgive me if that doesn’t sound like much of a come from behind victory at this point.”

    “We’re not at the finals yet. That’s when things began to change,” informs the shining star of pokemon coordinating. Taking her sunglasses off, Zoey continues, “I went up against the bard, Nando. He now has an Exeggutor in his arsenal, by the way. I’ve always found him to be tough, so by no means did I take this final lightly. Heck, I didn’t take my first two opponents lightly, either.”

    “You can’t do that in this line of work,” May points out to her friend.

    “Darn right,” Zoey agrees. “So, it’s Nando’s Exeggutor versus my Glaceon. Everyone in the contest house thinks that I’ve got this one in the bag, with my type advantage and whatnot.” The story-telling coordinator pauses for a moment before looking the secret lovers into the eyes, and holding up three fingers. “Three moves by Nando, a hyper beam, a solar beam and a psywave in that order, put me down to about one-third of my hit points. Kenny couldn’t look at me, and…”

    “Whoa! Wait a minute!” interrupts the native of Twinleaf Town. Looking to his girlfriend, he asks her, “You saw me with my head down that day?”

    “I see everything, Kenny,” Zoey answers, “now may I finish my story, pretty please?” Kenny nods to his independent sweetheart while Kelly and May hold back snickers of their own, and she continues telling her tale. “So I’m down over 65 hit points, because I wasn’t even able to get in an attack. I don’t like to think I came in arrogantly expecting that I wouldn’t have to do much against a grass type, but I neglected the advantage of the psychic attacks that Exeggutor possesses.”

    “I countered Nando’s attacks by using several quick attacks. Even though Glaceon clearly wasn’t at 100 percent, he was still quite fast. Getting away form Exeggutor was our main goal, and once we were able to avoid him, we then turned those quick attacks into quick tackles, getting Nando’s Exeggutor at every angle possible and slowly but surely lowering his point total.”

    “The clincher to this amazing victory was when the two of us began to combine ice with a lot of the normal attacks. We did ice tackles, ice tail whips, and even an ice bite. Our coup de grace was a blizzard that froze Exeggutor, leaving him unable to move, but perhaps most important, he couldn’t attack. All the judges elected to stop the match with less than ten seconds to go before the five minute time limit,” Zoey stops speaking for a second to take a case out of her pocket. She shows this case to Kelly and May, saying, “and thanks to that come from behind win of Glaceon, I now have all five of my ribbons.”

    A voice adds, “Along with me,” showing the pair his set of five ribbons, as well. The tomboy looks over at her braggadocio boyfriend and sees that he has a toothy smile that is bright enough to light the city for months on end. She sighs heavily before she hears him talk again. “The only difference between the two is that some of these ribbons came at Zoey’s expense. While I’ve beaten her twice for ribbons in the region, she hasn’t beaten me for any.”

    “You forgot to tell our friends, Kenny,” Zoey clarifies for the male, “that I let you win those contest ribbons. If we are going to go to the Grand Festival and if we are going to be a good couple, then there has to be some give and take at times. Quite honestly, if I really wanted to embarrass your arrogant behind, then I would beat you…very badly. So badly, you’ll be crying for your mommy.”

    Kenny slyly responds, “Oh, just like last—,” but he can’t finish his retort, as his mouth is being covered by the hand of his item.

    “Well, I’m sorry that we can’t stay much longer, you two!” Zoey interrupts her beau, while explaining the situation to the now shocked girlfriends. Leaning into Kenny’s ear, Zoey asks him, “What the hell is your problem? That’s our private business!” Turning back to Kelly and May, Zoey saves face by saying, “The time just flies here, doesn’t it? I mean, how long have we been talking together?”

    “Not that long, really,” answers Kelly, plainly.

    “Well, I apologize, but we really have to go,” Zoey tells the two girls from the Hoenn region before she drags her tease of a boyfriend off to some other vendor’s spot.

    The entire scene that just took place before the eyes of the undercover duo was interesting to say the least. So interesting, in fact, that both Kelly and May still have their mouths wide open in stunned surprise of what they have borne witness to.

    “They…are kinda weird,” Kelly admits, as the words take some time to form in her mouth. The statement gets her girlfriend chuckling before it grows to laughter, causing both girls to laugh out loud in the crowd.

    After settling down a tad, May tells Kelly, “Oh, damn! I needed that. And you’re right about those two. Kenny and Zoey are not what you would consider your regular run of the mill couple. Zoey is clearly the ‘boy’ in that relationship and even though Kenny at times tries to assert his manhood when it’s not necessary, they really are madly in love with each other. And I’m somewhat responsible for it! They always make me feel good, even though they’ll never compare to a certain someone.”

    “Oh, really?” Kelly asks, playing along with her girlfriend’s flirtatious guessing game. “And just who would this ‘certain someone’ be?”

    “Well…she’s 17 years old, very affectionate, stunningly beautiful from the inside out, and my girlfriend. What do you think?” May questions.

    “I think that…I hope you’re not with my evil twin behind my back,” responds the buxom one.

    May laughs once again before telling Kelly to “Shut up! Come here,” and the two coordinators share a very implicit embrace in the midst of the extensive crowd.

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    “What’s the big idea telling those two, our friends, about our sex life?” Zoey lectures to Kenny, who is sitting on a park bench away from the two Hoenn girls.

    “I didn’t say anything about our sex life,” Kenny replies rascally. “I almost said something about our sex life, and ‘almost’ only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades.”

    “We’re not playing horseshoes, and the only hand grenade I’m throwing is gonna be the one that lands in your hair if you don’t slow your role,” Zoey threateningly informs the extrovert. “I can’t believe you almost squealed that…”

    Kenny is only half listening to the rest of Zoey’s lecture as he takes a look at his good friend, May and her good friend Kelly in a unique position. Both are in each other’s arms…like they were a couple. ‘Wait. That can’t be right,’ Kenny ponders. ‘May hasn’t shown any interest in girls before…I think.’ This speculation is all but squashed once Kenny looks at his best female friend grab Kelly’s rear end from behind her back. She keeps this vice-like hold on her girlfriend for more than just a passing second.

    “…and our business should remain our business, okay?” Zoey asks, ending her rant. Frustrated that she didn’t get an immediate answer from her boyfriend, she asks him, “Did you hear anything I just said, boy?”

    Kenny responds back, “Hot damn, Zoey! Look!” he exclaims, pointing in Kelly and May’s direction. Curious like a cat, the top coordinator turns around to find the two girls from earlier walking to one of the hotel complexes.

    Unimpressed, Zoey turns to the sitting young male and asks, “What? It’s just Kelly and May walking to their rooms, probably.”

    “Hand in hand, Zoey?” The teen girl turns back around to see if she missed it, and indeed, the pair is walking to the dorms while holding each other’s hands and with their fingers interlocked.

    Zoey is still not impressed, and asks Kenny, “So? I used to do that all the time with Dawn when we traveled through Johto. It doesn’t necessarily mean that they are girlfriends, even though I did have feelings for her at one time. And besides, don’t you think this is something that May would trust us with after all we’ve been through?”

    “Zoey, I swear on my Empoleon,” Kenny rebuts, “I saw May grabbing Kelly’s butt and flirting with her earlier. Actually, I should have said that first. That’s…very friendly if you ask me.”

    “Really?” asks the girl with her sunglasses now on the top of her head. Giving the scenario some thought Zoey, doesn’t notice her boyfriend get up from the bench. “Wow! You’re right. That is a more than friendly gesture.”

    “Hey, Kelly! May, wait up!” Kenny requests while running in an attempt to get both girls’ attention. “I wanna ask you two something!”

    “Kenny, no!” Zoey pleads, running herself to stop her boyfriend from sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

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    Your thoughts?
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    Sorry to have you waiting so long, but I finally have time to review ^^'

    Quote Originally Posted by Rave The Rich View Post
    While deeply in the embrace, May says, “Oh, Kenny. Zoey, it’s so good to see you two again. Thanks for coming.”
    Wow, I actually read a fic with ShotDownShipping recently, so this is...sweet xD

    Quote Originally Posted by Rave The Rich View Post
    May nods and as the redhead gets a good look at her from her purple sneakers all the way up to her very developed chest, it’s clear to the tomboy who she is. ‘Nope. Can’t really forget that,’ she ponders.
    LOL
    Sure she's not bi ?

    Quote Originally Posted by Rave The Rich View Post
    “The clincher to this amazing victory was when the two of us began to combine ice with a lot of the normal attacks. We did ice tackles, ice tail whips, and even an ice bite. Our coup de grace was a blizzard that froze Exeggutor, leaving him unable to move, but perhaps most important, he couldn’t attack. All the judges elected to stop the match with less than ten seconds to go before the five minute time limit,” Zoey stops speaking for a second to take a case out of her pocket. She shows this case to Kelly and May, saying, “and thanks to that come from behind win of Glaceon, I now have all five of my ribbons.”
    Nice scenario
    Freezing Gotta love the "comeback-from-nowhere" aka. Deus ex machina

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    May and her good friend Kelly in a unique position. Both are in each other’s arms…like they were a couple. ‘Wait. That can’t be right,’ Kenny ponders.
    But it is ^^
    Personnaly, I don't support the idea of May as lesbian, but if it turns out to be true, I'd pair her with Kelly, definately, they're cute

    Quote Originally Posted by Rave The Rich View Post
    “Hey, Kelly! May, wait up!” Kenny requests while running in an attempt to get both girls’ attention. “I wanna ask you two something!”

    “Kenny, no!” Zoey pleads, running herself to stop her boyfriend from sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.
    Man, this is going to be awkward
    The guy is so dense, he makes me think of Ash at sometimes xDD

    Keep it up, it's very good !
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    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    Sorry to have you waiting so long, but I finally have time to review ^^'
    Don't worry about it. Take your time.

    Wow, I actually read a fic with ShotDownShipping recently, so this is...sweet xD
    Yeah, I also like ShootsDownShipping, and really liked K.Y.-min's one shot on this site not that long ago. I wanted to do it, and the scenario in my one shot made it possible.

    LOL
    [Sure she's not bi ?
    Ha-ha-ha-ha. ALL I'm going to say about that one is keep reading. ^^

    Nice scenario
    Freezing Gotta love the "comeback-from-nowhere" aka. Deus ex machina
    Well, the story is being told from someone's perspective, leaving open the possibility for a lot of leeway and exaggeration in terms of accuracy, but it is quite the tale when I really think about it. A pretty tall tale.

    Personnaly, I don't support the idea of May as lesbian, but if it turns out to be true, I'd pair her with Kelly, definately, they're cute
    Well, I am not much of a ContestShipper, and I only like AdvanceShipping compared to MinamoShipping which I love, dare I say. I must agree with you 110 percent on the cuteness of this ship, though. ^__^

    Man, this is going to be awkward
    The guy is so dense, he makes me think of Ash at sometimes xDD
    Kenny is such a lovable guy. Dense, a tease and a bit of a flirt at times, but so lovable. It will be awkward. Good call.

    Two final notes I want to make. This story will have over 30 chapters and we don't get into much training until about chapter 14. There are a lot of introductions and twists between now and then that have to be done just so you know.

    Sorry I was late in this reply. To make up for it here's chapters three and four.

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    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

    DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.

    (Chapter 3- Good Girls Out and Eavesdropping 101)

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    “Hey, Kelly! May, wait up!” Kenny requests while running in an attempt to get both girls’ attention. “I wanna ask you two something!”

    “Kenny, no!” Zoey pleads, running herself to stop her boyfriend from sticking his nose where it doesn’t belong.

    Upon hearing the 16 year old call out their names, Kelly and May stop in their tracks. The pair turns around and they find Kenny meandering through the forest of walking beings to get to his ultimate destination. Once the young man makes his way to the pair, he says, “I’m sorry, girls. Something…has been on my mind. If it’s not my place, please…just let me know.”

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    Meanwhile, as this scene between the coordinators from the Hoenn and Sinnoh regions takes place, a duo enters the gates that lead to the Grand Festival arena. With the boy’s arm draped across the shoulders of the younger girl, Drew Emerson and Dawn Berlitz make their way to their ultimate destination at long last. While the boyfriend and girlfriend are indeed excited at the opportunity before them, Drew admits to having more than just a few second thoughts.

    For one, the shorter male who is wearing all black with a green, unzipped hooded sweatshirt and black highlights in his signature green hair knows full well that one of the participants in this Grand Festival will be his ex-girlfriend May Maple, who he hasn’t heard anything from in the past several months. While he does have feelings for his current girlfriend, they don’t go too far beyond physical attraction that was spearheaded by Dawn’s appearance and her accented attire. It’s a style of dress that hasn’t changed that much since she began her journey as a coordinator some years back, with the only real additions being makeup and some darker colors included with her otherwise feminine motif to match her boyfriend.

    Drew would like nothing more than to try and make things work with May again, and he let these sentiments be known in several letters to the Petalburg City native, none of which she has responded back to. It truly is a case of the teen not knowing what he has until it’s gone. Over this time he’s gotten to know Dawn at an intimate level, both emotionally and physically, but his mind has often been caught wandering as his thoughts have been centered on an old flame, like they are right now.

    As the pair checks their surroundings, Dawn speaks up first, exclaiming with her one of a kind confidence, “Ah, we finally made it, Drew! Now it’s time to show these fakes from the Hoenn region what pokemon coordinating is all about!” Dawn, in this statement, actually makes an off-handed remark about May, who she knows will also be competing for the title of Grand Festival champion this weekend, as well.

    “What?” Drew asks, not really paying attention to what is current flame is talking about. For the heck of it, the boy clad in black garb replies with a bored tone, “Yeah, sure. We’ll show them, Dawn. Together.”

    “Wait a minute! Look over there!” Dawn requests of Drew as the coordinator from Twinleaf points to a few familiar faces and then steps back away from the ardent commotion so that neither of the two can be seen from their distance.

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    “I wasn’t that sure when I saw what I thought I saw,” Kenny admits to the two older teens, “until you guys made your way to…wherever you two were about to go just now. I noticed the chemistry between you two while speaking to you and seeing you off in the distance.” This causes May to gasp softly, but luckily Kenny does not notice the now concerned expression on her face. Did May and Kelly let it slip once again about their lingering romantic displays of affection for each other? It certainly seems like that is the case.

    “So, again, you don’t have to answer this if you don’t want to, but…out of curiosity…are you two…lesbians? I mean, are you a couple?”

    “Damn it, Kenny! Enough!” Zoey interjects, finally escaping the human processions and coming face to face with her boyfriend and his varied company.

    “Look, you two,” Zoey says to May and Kelly, feeling for both of them after hearing what is a very embarrassing question to ask. “I’m really sorry about this. As you can tell, Kenny has a tendency to…run his big mouth when it’s not necessary. You don’t have to answer that.”

    Turning her boyfriend around and facing Kenny, she begins, “Look. It’s their business what they do together and there’s alone.”

    “And I realize that, Zoey!” Kenny interjects, “But don’t you think that this would be something that we’d know? I mean, just like you said, if we’re the good friends that we all claim to be, would this even be a problem?”

    “We still don’t know if they’re gay or not, so in that respect, there wouldn’t be much of a problem either way!” argues the tomboy, with both parties seemingly ignoring the subjects at hand in the ladies in purple and red. “But look at it in Kelly and May’s shoes! How would you like it if you had someone speculating about your sexuality without much evidence?”

    “Without much evidence that you haven’t seen is what you mean, Zoelie!” Zoey’s boyfriend retorts. The girl grunts in response to being called by her pet name and Kenny confidently continues, “I, on the other hand, have seen plenty of evidence, and one smoking gun which I feel is enough to draw my own educated conclusion, Zoey. When I see a girl grabbing another girl’s behind and she holds onto it for more than just a few seconds, I don’t think that she’s ‘just playing’ or it’s just a matter of girls being girls. I pretty sure that she might be a lesbian, and for damn good reason!”

    “Oh my God, Kenny!” Zoey nearly screams out in frustration wanting to pull out the hairs on her head. “You really don’t get girls, do you? Do you? No, you know what? Don’t answer that, because I already know the answer!”

    “Then why ask the question?” asks the male, cleverly.

    Looking at yet another one of Zoey and Kenny’s lover’s spats at length, Kelly and May are treated to interactions equitable to people that have spent decades together without fail.

    The only reaction that the lovers give off in response to this verbal back and forth from their friends is smiling. It’s silly, petty and ridiculous that they are getting into a fight about their friend’s sexual orientation, but at the same time, they realize that it’s a case of these two opposites seemingly attracting the way only they know how.

    “You know what? You were right, Kelly,” May affirms to her girlfriend as Zoey and Kenny continue to joust, this time about what classifies as romantic flirting. “They are kind of weird, but at the same time, they’re real cool, too.”

    Leaning into May’s near ear, Kelly whispers to her belle, “Hey May. They’re our friends, and they said so themselves that it doesn’t matter if we’re together or not. Heck, I’m…surprised you went this long without telling them with all that you’ve went through with Kenny and Zoey. And besides, they won’t squeal. They’re too busy with each other to really be concerned about us. What do you say, girlfriend?”

    May doesn’t say anything to Kelly. Instead, she takes her girlfriend’s hand and walks over to the debating duo, who is now arguing the core emotional differences between men and women as it relates to Kinsey’s generations-old reports on human sexual behavior.

    “Okay, then,” Zoey continues in her debate with the loudmouth. “You’ll agree with me that there are levels of sexuality and that it’s very rare for people to be completely homosexual or completely heterosexual, like me. You know that I’m…I’m pretty much bi. And even you talk about...”

    “Hold it! Time out!” Kenny interrupts his studious girlfriend. “You were actually gonna blurt out some of my physical attractions towards other guys?”

    “Well, I didn’t think you’d mind, Kenneth,” Zoey responds slyly. Lowering her voice as she goes on, the girl continues, “After all, we’re talking about the same person who doesn’t mind at times alluding to the fact that he likes to be on the bottom and has a spanking fetish! So I guess when it comes to everyone else, they are fair game, but when it gets down to it, there are still some skeletons that you like to keep in your closet, even though you are quite an open book. You just have a couple of pages stuck together, that’s all.”

    “Uh, guys,” May speaks softly to get the attention of her argumentative allies. Zoey and Kenny are finally liberated from their back and forth banter, and as far as May is concerned, it’s a good thing. After all, had the two even talked about the potential lesbian couple in the last couple of minutes? “Hey guys, remember me…” the Maple girl then turns to the bright-headed one and finishes her question, saying, “…and my girlfriend?” Turning to Kenny, May affirms his speculation by telling him, “The answer to your question is ‘yes’, Kenny. Kelly and I are together, and we have been for quite a while now.”

    While Zoey looks at the scene before her in shock, including the revelation from her good friend, Kenny gives off an assured smile as what he thought was the truth turned out to become so.

    “So, here’s my question to you two,” May looks at her friends, seriously. “Are you okay with this? You alluded to the fact that neither of you had a problem with this, but I want to make sure.”

    “It’s your life,” Kenny answers right away. “And who am I to stand in the way of you two? If Kelly makes you happy, May, then more power to you both. I think it’s cute, honestly.”

    Expecting Zoey’s response, May, Kelly and Kenny look to the girl and see that her face surprisingly gives off some apprehension to the entire idea. Zoey doesn’t even respond back to the Petalburg girl’s question.

    “Uh, Zoey?” Kelly questions of the tomboy, “May asked you a question. What do you think about the two of us being together?”

    It still takes some time, but Zoey answers the cheerful girl, “Honestly, I don’t know. I’m…okay with it, if that’s what you want to know, but…I thought that we were better friends than that! I mean, Kenny was right about something for once.” To this so-called compliment from his girlfriend, Kenny puts his hands on his hips and scoffs. “You’d think that with all we’ve been through and the crap with ‘you know who’, that things like this wouldn’t even matter, but you kept this secret for almost a year and a half! Why would this be such a big deal?”

    From afar, two pairs of very interested and focused eyes lay their blue and green irises upon the sight before them. Remaining inconspicuous even in the midst of the crowd, both Drew and Dawn look and listen in a complete and total daze knowing this private information.

    Dawn can’t help but open her mouth in disbelief, and whisper, “Wow! I never knew the wench had it in her. No wonder she played hard to get with you for so long, Drew!”

    Drew is nowhere near as cruel in his thoughts or in his words as he tells Dawn, “Don’t be so shallow, Dawn! Can’t you see? She is starving for some attention. She gave up on guys because I was a real *** at one time, and she apparently thinks she can find it in some girl.”

    “Why do you even give a damn about her, Drew?”

    “Think about it, Dawn! I was the last person she was with before…this!” Drew exclaims to his present item as he walks away from her and the scene that just took place involving his one true love.

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    (Chapter 4- Labels Don’t Matter)

    “You’d think that with all we’ve been through and the crap with ‘you know who’,” Zoey says, “that things like this wouldn’t even matter, but you kept this secret for almost a year and a half! Why would this be such a big deal?”

    “Zoey,” May begins in her attempt to defend herself, “it…it’s me, Zoey. Even after all these years, I still get quite embarrassed about things that I should not be embarrassed about in the least bit. I had a cheating boyfriend and while there were those out there that thought that we’d be solid as a rock, it just didn’t work. He was an *******, plain and simple, but I’m not ashamed to tell people about that because through that one bad relationship, I’ve learned so much about life, struggle, and…true love.”

    “I guess no matter what my situation, be it past, present or future,” the coordinator continues as she bears her soul, “love and affection will still be kind of embarrassing for me. I will say that being with Kelly has been good for me, though. She has never been one to shy away from feelings of the heart with a few exceptions, and in a way, it’s rubbed off on me. I’ve told a few people about us, and now you two are…I suppose you could say that you’re part of our secret circle.”

    “Again, I can’t stress enough how good Kelly has been for me. She’s given me time to come out, because she knows that coming out is a process and that no two people coming out of the closet are exactly alike. Coming out takes progress over time, Zoey, and slowly but surely, I’m making strides. My brother and his boyfriend know, my parents know, and now, my best friends know. I realize that this might be a…weak defense, but it’s all I’ve got. Even though I’ll say in closing that I never meant to keep this from either of you forever. I just needed the right time…for me.”

    The most stubborn girl out of the three has to admit that May makes some very good points with the things that she is saying. When Zoey knew deep down inside that she had feelings for the same sex, she didn’t go out of her way to make sure that all of her family and friends knew about the attractions right away. It took some time and a great deal of trial and error to figure out who would take it correctly and realize that this is something that Zoey and Zoey alone has to come to terms with, and who it would be best to just not tell and to leave well enough alone.

    Opening her mouth for the first time in a few minutes, the butch girl reveals to May, “You know, I don’t often say this to…anyone, but, I’m sorry. You’re absolutely right, May. Even though we’re great friends and have been through a lot together…” Zoey has trouble finding the right words to say in this instance. She gives up by throwing her hands in the air and elects to blurt out, “…coming out can be a real *****! Even though I’m bisexual myself, it’s just as hard for me everyday. I had no problem telling my good friends about it, but I gotta realize that I’m not like everyone else and everyone else isn’t like me.”

    “I agree with Zoey,” Kenny chimes in. “When it comes to something like coming out, what’s good for the goose isn’t necessarily good for the gander. I know that it took me a while to tell my folks. I mean, when I realized I, like Zoey, am bisexual.” While this half-revelation doesn’t surprise May in the least bit as she knew about it beforehand, Kelly is rocked from the strands of her bright purple hair all the way down to the soles of her color-coordinated shoes, as she had not heard the two of them in one of their arguments from just a few minutes earlier.

    “Wait a minute!” Kelly interjects. “Both of you are bisexual…and together?” she asks, pointing to the pair in sunglasses.

    “I’m not a big fan of labels,” Kenny admits from the get go. “I believe that each and every one of us is a little bit of everything wrapped into one. We all just have a few parts of us that are more…accentuated than others, but yeah. Zoey and I are both bi. It’s never really an issue, though.” Wrapping his arm around both of the outdoorsy girl’s shoulders, Kenny continues, “We both know and accept these attractions and have an open relationship that we feel allows us to become even more connected with one another. We keep no secrets from each other whatsoever.”

    “That’s the way it should be!” May exclaims, giving her good friends a thumbs up. “My mom even said something to that extent. She told me that I should have trusted my friends with this, because they are my real friends, and I don’t think I could ask for more understanding friends than you two.”

    “And you guys do make a great point,” Kelly says, piggybacking on May’s words. “We are a little bit of everything. If you love each other, words like ‘gay’, ‘lesbian’, ‘bisexual’, and what have you wouldn’t even matter. What a way to live when labels don’t carry any weight and instead, people matter.”

    “Wow!” May compliments her girlfriend. “How true, Kelly. How true.” Now turning to Zoey, the top coordinator asks her friend, “So is everything alright between us?”

    “Yeah,” Zoey smiles back to her friend. “Once I got my head back on straight, I realized that this is something that all of us have to do when we’re ready and no sooner.”

    After a few seconds of silence, Kenny realizes that the foursome has hit a point in the conversation, where there is very little left to be said by anyone else. “Hey guys,” he begins with his trademark sly smile, “wanna hug it out?”

    Giving her boyfriend a somewhat questionable look, Zoey nevertheless turns to the two girls directly across from her, and with her right arm high in the air, declares, “Group hug!” before Kenny, Kelly and May all come together in a pact of their one of a kind friendship.

    Letting go after a good 20 seconds or so, Kelly and May inform Zoey and Kenny that they really have to check into their room and get some rest for tomorrow’s appeals. The coordinators from Sinnoh give the girlfriends their respective farewells before they go on their way as well.

    As the pair walks once more through the still heavy crowd of vendors and people, Kenny notices after about 10 minutes of walking that Zoey doesn’t look like her cheerful self.

    Asking the girl what’s wrong, she admits to her mate, “I think I was far too hard on May. I mean, really unnecessarily hard on her.”

    “Chica, don’t worry about it. May’s a big girl. She’ll get over it,” Kenny playfully assures Zoey, using yet another one of his pet names to which the hoyden shakes her head in fervent disapproval of the handle.

    “What’s wrong with my real name, Kenny? Why all of these pet names?”

    The big teaser looks at Zoey, almost taken aback by this question. “Nothing’s wrong with it. I just think that nicknames are cute, and I want to see if one of them sticks. Eventually, we’ll find one that we both can agree with. I gave Dawn the nickname ‘Dee Dee’ if you remember.”

    “Well,” begins the girl, “at least when it comes to me, you have slightly better taste in names when it comes to me.”

    “Everything is better when it comes to you, Zoey,” compliments the slightly shorter of the two. Remembering something in the back of his head, Kenny asks, very much interested in the answer, “Say, Zoey. Are our ‘friends’ gonna be here like we talked about earlier?”

    “Yeah. I texted them both, but they said they wouldn’t be here until very early Saturday morning, so unfortunately, we’ll have to wait until that night to have our fun,” Zoey explains.

    “Bummer,” Kenny laments. “Hey. Before we head back to the hotel, you wanna grab something to eat?”

    “Sure,” Zoey answers. “I’ll treat,” she adds and the two continue their walk to some of Slateport City’s finest dining areas to fill up their bellies begging for nourishment.
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    Default And now, here's chapter five!

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    (Chapter 5- Television Romance)

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    Snuggled somewhat close together in the single bed of their room for the weekend, Drew and Dawn are in the covers with the lights off and are looking at the high-definition television just across their hotel room at the start of the eleven o’clock newscast for the local Slateport City affiliate. The couple expects that the station will more than likely show a lengthy piece on the Grand Festival, and would like to see their names and faces on television once again.

    Traveling as often as they do with the exception of the television screens that would show telecasts of contests, gym battles and other sports in the area, the pair does not get the chance to see their work like everyone else does. Over the past one to two years, they have seen much less of their work as coordinators and a lot more shots of the pair in public. It seemed that their romance became the stuff of tabloids and entertainment news programs worldwide.

    While it is quite annoying for the two of them to be such eye candy for the pokemon paparazzi, they are fortunate to avoid a lot of those muckraking press that seek to destroy the couple through the media. Nevertheless, the fact that they are the power couple of the sport does not affect what brought them so much fame and fortune. They remain top coordinators even with the added attention that they notice looking at the bright screen in front of them.

    “And here’s what people are talking about tonight!” the male anchor begins with enthusiasm.

    Turning to the female anchor to the left of him, the middle-aged blonde woman in a black pants suit continues, “Slateport City’s annual Grand Festival begins tomorrow with over 300 coordinators coming together in an effort to fill just sixteen spots on Sunday’s single elimination tournament to crown the new Grand Festival champion.”

    Switching between lines on the teleprompter, the male anchor in his conservative dress of a black suit, white shirt and blue tie continues, “Even though the main competition does not begin until tomorrow, as Adam Barnett explains, activities prior to the crowing of the new champion are what make this yearly event truly one of a kind.”

    Drew and Dawn watch as the film switches, and they are immediately greeted with an earlier interview of the emerald-haired star speaking to the station with Dawn right next to him as he says, “This never gets old. The feeling of going here or any other major hub for coordinating all around the world doesn’t die, and once you get just a piece of the Grand Festival or the opportunity for greatness in the craft, that doesn’t die, either.”

    As the film then cuts to several images of the vendors, food, drinks, other coordinators and people out and about in the city and the reporter continues with a voice-over explaining the history, pageantry and spectacle of the two day event, Dawn comments with almost a coo in her voice, “I tell you, television will never do this handsome face justice.” The younger girl even caresses Drew’s near cheek as a sign of her affection, but the brooding soul doesn’t even give his girlfriend a facial response, much less a verbal one.

    Growing very vexed with Drew, the otherwise bright light asks, “Okay, what the hell is it now, Drew? I thought that once I ran up to you and we talked about this, we agreed that we wouldn’t give May or Kelly our attention, as if the two lesbos deserve it.”

    “What makes you think that I’m thinking about May?” Drew defends, “And why do you have to resort to name calling?”

    “Again, I ask,” Dawn retorts, increasing even more in frustration, “why do you care about them at all? May is in your past. She is your ex-girlfriend. I am your current girlfriend.”

    “Because, you know…”

    “And before you say it,” the angered girl interrupts, “you did not turn May Maple gay. I don’t think there is such a thing as turning someone gay. I think that the ***** had it in her from the very beginning and used you as a pawn so no one would have been the wiser. So quit beating yourself up about this, alright? It’s just pointless ********! Just because some girl might run up to me and give me a kiss doesn’t mean that I’m gonna want to return the favor.”

    “It’s not that cut and dry, Dawn,” Drew attempts to clarify to his steaming hot belle. “The fact is I really don’t think that she’s gay.”

    “Drew,” Dawn speaks placing her right hand over her forehead and squeezing her left thumb and index finger over the bridge of her nose. “Do the goddamn grammar school math. May Maple, a girl, plus Kelly Cruz-Marin, another girl, equals couple! And that means that both of them are in a gay relationship, and to be in a gay relationship, well,” Dawn play thinks about the problem in her head and finally answers, “you have to be gay!”

    “I know! It’s just that…”

    “You know what, screw her, Drew!” yells the girl, who has now scooted her way out of the bed and onto the floor. “She’s all you’ve been talking about these past four weeks, and I’m getting pretty damn sick of it! Why in the world would you spend all of your time thinking and talking about her when you have me? Unless…” Dawn considers the reasons why men would talk about women that were not their wives or girlfriends, and comes to the conclusion that, “You still have feelings for her, don’t you?”

    “What?” Drew exclaims, as he’s been caught off guard by the question. “No way! I don’t know where you get that idea, Dawn, but it’s not true!”

    “Then how in the world do you explain a fear of thinking that you might have turned your ex-girlfriend lesbian, you pouting whenever any conversation about May is begun, and you always wanting to see May on the television for contests and the like? Huh? Explain that, Drew!”

    “She’s our competition!” Drew points out to his almost irate girlfriend.

    “Not buying it, Drew! You know why, because I don’t hear you talking about anyone else here at the Grand Festival!” Dawn loudly informs the shaken coordinator. Turning away from Drew for the slightest of minutes, the Twinleaf town native begins to let her true emotions out as she sheds tears, refusing to let the older male see her in her present state. “I don’t believe this. I thought we talked about this, and I thought we settled this for good. I think, for once, that Dawn Berlitz can finally have something that’s all her own. Something that my mother, the media, or May Maple can’t take from me, but it seems like everything has a way of…making me fall on my face and looking like a damn fool in the process.” Bringing her head down and crying, Dawn feels something touch her shoulders and utter the word ‘baby’ into her ear.

    Turning around and pushing off the hands on her shoulders, Dawn points the fingers at the now dejected coordinator and screams right into his face, “I am not your goddamn baby! I’m not a child either, and I don’t have to stand for this ****! I’m out of here! Good night, Drew!” As Dawn finishes her rant, she turns away from Drew once more before going to the door of her room and exiting to the hallway outside with a violent slam of the door. Dawn leaves Drew in the room with nothing more than his wandering thoughts centered on his supposed love lost.

    The only sounds inside of the room are those coming from the television, and one voice in particular causes Drew to turn away from the door and back to the clear picture on the TV.

    “It really is a great time for all pokemon coordinators here in the Hoenn region,” says the voice of Drew’s ex-girlfriend May, who is holding Kelly by the shoulder while talking to the reporter and giving off a very cheerful vibe in the process. “Personally, I really think that this is my weekend. My trainer and best friend Kelly and some others have prepared me well, and I’ve never felt this confident in my chances before now.”

    The LaRousse City native is shaking as the reality of the situation becomes crystal clear to him. Right there on the television, Kelly and May are giving each other ‘the look’; the same look that Drew would give May when they were together and vice versa. He knows it’s true, even if it’s not stated outright.

    He realizes that he may never be able to know or experience the type of love and affection that he had with the prominent gym leader’s daughter. He sheds two tears before he turns off the television and throws the remote control and the telephone across the room. Drew does this before slouching down at the foot of his hotel bed crying out his soul. The young man is left alone with nothing but his thoughts to ponder, though they don’t do much to heal his emotional wounds left behind after seeing something so earth-shattering.

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    Wow do I feel stupid -_-
    I haven't noticed at first that you edited your reply to my review with a new chapter, so I was looking for a new post without finding it...

    I think that Drew's story is a tragedy so far, since he seems to have hooked up with Dawn out of despair and it's a shame that their relationship is that vain...
    But alas, May's heart is already taken

    You know, while reading chapter 4, I felt I was reading more of an philosophy novel about love than a shipping fanfic. Which, is a good thing concerning writing

    Dawn seems a lot more vicious, I wonder what happened to her :/

    And yes, his story is a tragedy...poor Drew need to seek solace in his freind Soledad ^^

    Congratulations, very well done !
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    Default Chapter six is here!

    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    Wow do I feel stupid -_-
    I haven't noticed at first that you edited your reply to my review with a new chapter, so I was looking for a new post without finding it...
    Don't worry about it. The important thing is that you've found it.

    I think that Drew's story is a tragedy so far, since he seems to have hooked up with Dawn out of despair and it's a shame that their relationship is that vain...
    But alas, May's heart is already taken
    It's a shame that so many relationships out of there are in vain and are born of situations just like this one between Drew and Dawn. In theory, these two people have no business being together in the least bit, but for their own respective reasons, neither of them wants to leave.

    You know, while reading chapter 4, I felt I was reading more of an philosophy novel about love than a shipping fanfic. Which, is a good thing concerning writing
    The people at fanfiction dot net who reviewed this story said some things to that extent. That speaks very, VERY highly of my work. I'm very flattered. Thank you. I just put my feelings into this and I'm glad to have gotten such a rave response. ^^

    Dawn seems a lot more vicious, I wonder what happened to her :/
    Interestingly enough, it's something that we as people can relate to everyday. One thing lead to another in her special instance and Dawn is experiencing firsthand a snowball effect of people thinking the opposite of what she's thinking and feeling. I'll add that it does involve Dawn's mother and some of Drew's female friends and old flames.

    And yes, his story is a tragedy...poor Drew need to seek solace in his freind Soledad ^^
    Keep reading, and you'll find out that he already has. ^__^

    Congratulations, very well done !
    Many thanks, and if you didn't read the title of this post, here's chapter six! Strictly Minamoshipping. I hope you like it!

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    (Chapter 6- Those Many, Many Distractions)

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    Walking out of the bathroom of the room of her living quarters for the weekend wearing the hotel’s complimentary white terry cloth robe tied across her hourglass figure, Kelly Cruz-Marin spots her committed girlfriend sitting down at the end of the bed, which is directly positioned in front of a television.

    May, who has the television on The Weather Channel to check Slateport City’s forecasts for the next two days, turns to see her partner near the doorway with her short hair now coming straight down her face and partially covering her lustrous blue eyes and other smooth features of her cream colored skin.

    Kelly greets the sitting girl by informing her, “The shower’s ready.”

    Nodding back to her girlfriend, May says, “Thanks Kelly, but I think I’m gonna just take one in the morning.” May turns her attention back to the television screen and less than two seconds later turns the station to a late-night talk show.

    “Something on your mind?” questions the standing girl.

    Taking in a deep breath before turning back to Kelly, the coordinator, who is currently dressed in her fuchsia pajamas, and explains to her, “I’m just a bit surprised. I would have thought for sure that by now we’d see…” she takes a second before spitting out the word, “them today. As screwed up as it sounds, I would have hoped to have seen them and then be done with it so I can focus on why I’m here, like you talked about earlier. I know they are in Slateport. I just saw them on TV while you were in the shower.”

    Walking closer to May, the clean coordinator assures her flame, “Sweetheart, don’t even worry about them. We’ll see them sooner or later.” Hinting to May, the bandana wearer pats her lap three times, silently allowing Kelly to lay her entire body across May’s lap and the foot of the bed itself, which she does.

    The relaxed girl with her straight, flowing hair falling short of the middle of May’s ankle continues while looking up to the beautiful face before her, saying, “And when we do see them, just…make an effort to extend the olive branch. I know you probably don’t want to hear that, but it’s an option. If they aren’t cordial, then…don’t try and fight them, either. We’ll leave that to your arsenal of world-class pokemon.”

    Stroking the hair of the buxom beauty, May says to her, “Okay. You’ve got yourself a deal,” before she moves her hand up some to cup the robed girl’s cheek.

    On a whim, Kelly asks her companion, “Is there something else on your mind, love?”

    May laughs for a second. “You’re reading me again,” she lets Kelly know. Getting to the question at hand, the coordinator says, “I…I don’t know, honestly. I mean, this time we’re spending together would more or less be like the calm before the storm for coordinators. I have tonight with you, and there’s the appeal on Saturday morning or afternoon, and if I do well in that, I go through to Sunday and the final sixteen. I’ve got my supporters Zoey and Kenny by my side until the end, my folks are gonna be here, your folks are gonna be here, Harley and my brother, Ash and Paul in Pallet, and Erica and Joshua should be here if they’re not busy.”

    The speaking girl continues, wrapping up this theory that’s been on her mind, “I think that…they’d also be somewhat of a distraction, even more so than you know who.”

    “How do you figure that?” Kelly asks after she stretches her legs for a second. “I’m not necessarily disagreeing with what you’re saying. It’s just that…I’ve got these theories of my own about those types of distractions.”

    As the teen leans her head in closer to May’s chest, the coordinator, who has Kelly in a cradle position explains, “Well, there are those pokemon coordinators that go out there to impress these people that I talked about; your friends and loved ones. I know you alluded to that a few weeks back about how I should only be interested in impressing myself while on stage and especially doing appeals that I would be proud to say are mine, but…it’s hard not to have these people in your mind when you go through the competitive motions. Their words of encouragement and support ring in your head like a dinner bell, and when you’re out there…you see them in your thoughts and mind and go to them and their words for guidance.”

    “Okay,” Kelly interrupts, pulling herself away from her girlfriend’s chest. “About what you said there on words of encouragement. You make a great point about them and how they can be a distraction. The fact is that there is no such thing as a good distraction, like your family and friends, or a bad distraction, like Drawn. There are only…”

    “Hold it. ‘Drawn’?” May questions with some bewilderment.

    “Yeah, that’s the nickname that the media made up for Drew and Dawn.” As the Lilycove resident elaborates to May, “It’s a portmanteau, like when you take two words and combine them to form one that retains the meaning of both.”

    Because she still doesn’t quite understand what is being told to her, May gives her sweetheart an unsure look. Kelly further clarifies by saying, “Some examples are smog from ‘smoke’ and ‘fog’, brunch from ‘breakfast’ and ‘lunch’, and drawn comes from ‘Drew’ and ‘Dawn’. A lot of pokemon names are portmanteaus. One example that comes to mind immediately is Blaziken, which is just a combination of ‘blazing’ and ‘chicken’.”

    “All right,” says the Petalburg City native. “I think I understand, but honestly, that’s not even…relatively creative when you really think about it. And it’s somewhat confusing to boot. I hope they come up with something better than that for us. Oh well, it’s no problem. Not like I’m gonna worry my pretty head about it at night.”

    “Good for you!” Kelly commends. “And like I said earlier, there is no such thing as a good or bad distraction. There are only distractions, and the more you work to relieve yourself of them, the better you’ll be prepared for tomorrow.”

    Sitting up and looking the other girl directly in the eyes, the robed one says, “I have faith in you to do this, May, because I believe in you. We all believe in you, and I believe in us. I love you more than I love my own family at times.”

    “Are you trying to say something is on your mind now?”

    Turning away for a bit, realizing the difficult subject that she’s about to bring to the table, Kelly explains, “Honestly, yes. May, we’ve been together for…quite a while now. I know that both of us are only seventeen years old, but…just think about what I’m about to ask you and be frank with me.” Holding both of May’s hands in her hands, Kelly asks the girl, “Have you ever felt the way you feel about me for anyone else before?”

    With her head down for only a split second while kneeling down in the bed of the dimly lit room, May admits, “No, I haven’t,” and Kelly notices that her girlfriend's voice is breaking just a tad in her answer. Bringing her head back down, May begins to breathe heavily, wondering just what Kelly wants to know. “What are you—what are you trying to ask me, Kelly? I mean…I’m not ready for—I think I know where you’re going, but at the same time, I’m not quite sure.”

    “I’m just wondering, May,” Kelly clarifies. “Like I said, we’re young, but has the thought of us…getting married ever entered your mind?”

    May has to catch her breath, because it seems as if once more, her girlfriend has been reading her mind. With one tear falling down her face, the coordinator admits, “Every day. I think about us getting married, growing old together, and even having a family of our own. That has always lingered inside of me, Kelly, but…”

    As the tears of either happiness or pure unexplainable emotion continue to flow from the eyes of the Maple girl, it is crystal clear that the two mates are on the same plane as far as what they both want for their future. With her eyes closed, May has stopped speaking, but she can feel something pressing against her face. Opening her eyes, she sees the breathtaking site of her lover wiping her tears away from her face and she smiles back in approval of Kelly’s concern for her own well being.

    “Now, what were you saying?” Kelly asks, taking May’s hands back into the gentle grip of her own.

    Getting herself and her emotions back under some level of control, May answers Kelly, “I’ve pondered marriage so much, but we’re so young, I often have to take a step back and consider myself and everything that goes into making a long lasting and effective marriage. After all, this isn’t something I can take lightly at all. Until death do us part is serious business. We’d have to live with each other for a while, get used to being around one another for longer than a few weeks like we’ve been doing for Slateport. And think about the planning, Kelly.”

    “I do,” answers the cheerful and at times hyper one. “And we’re obviously not gonna get married tonight. I just feel that if…you know that there is a special person in your life who loves you and you love back just as much, the next logical step would be…true commitment. I just want to know that…when the time is right—for both of us, would you marry me, May?”

    “Are you…proposing to me?”

    “Not quite,” Kelly clarifies. “It’s more of a commitment to commit to one another when we’re ready. A real proposal would be too much of a distraction right now, and besides, I don’t have a ring.”

    May snorts in laughter at the thought of Kelly proposing to her without a ring, thinking that it would be a real Kelly thing to do before saying jokingly, “You cheapo lesbo! Come here, you!” she commands, bringing her girlfriend close to her in a gentle yet firm embrace. Unnecessarily whispering in the girl’s ear, May informs her, “You really had me there for a second, Kelly. But, let me tell you this as a promise from me to you. At the most, I’ll be ready to get married in a few years. I know that’s not an exact number, but that’s only because over that time, I want to make absolutely sure that you are the one. Okay?”

    Kelly flashes the glossing young girl the ‘okay’ symbol and the two seal the pact with a kiss on each other’s lips. The pair holds onto the kiss for more than just a passing moment, until one of the partners sees a sign. Kelly looks over to the side table drawer of their room and notices that the clock reads that there are only five minutes until eleven o'clock.

    Pulling away from the kiss, much to the chagrin of her girlfriend, Kelly explains, “May, as your trainer, friend and girlfriend, I think it’s about time for you to go to bed.”

    “What?” May protests not believing what is coming out of her sweetheart’s mouth. “Like we said, I'm seventeen years old, Kelly! Bedtime is whenever!”

    “Marissa Kendall Maple!” Kelly responds sternly. May turns back to her in attention upon hearing her full name which she hasn’t heard since about age eight. “Right now, you are in training, and I am responsible for making sure you don’t go astray in your training. Because of that, I expect you to be 100 percent, and you can’t be 100 percent without a good night’s rest, so listen to me. Go…to…bed.”

    “But I’m not even tired, Kelly!” May complains.

    Knowing the games that the coordinator plays, Kelly decides to fire back by essentially bribing her belle. “I’ll tuck you in and give you a good night kiss!”

    Convinced to no end to following along with her girlfriend’s wishes, May almost immediately fake yawns, exclaiming, “Oh, damn! What time is it?” Looking at the clock, May says forcefully, “Wow! It’s late! I better get to bed,” and from this point, May points her right index finger at Kelly, informing her, “and you’d better get to tucking me into bed like you promised.”

    As promised, Kelly takes the next few minutes to get into her bed clothes and fix up the bed for May, tucking the world-class coordinator into bed and rolling up the covers to the brunette’s neck. The room is essentially dark with the lone exception being the dimmed florescent lights on the top of the wall and the mini lamp situated on top of the side table drawer.

    Going down to her knees like a mother tending to her own child, Kelly gives May her final words for the evening. “Good night, my princess.”

    “Why,” May begins drowsily as the signs of sleep become clearer, “Why am I not sleeping with you, Kelly, like we always do?”

    “May, I’m sorry, but…it’s a distraction,” Kelly admits. “Even though we have always been on our best behavior while sharing a bed together, I think it might cause some unwanted disarray, and you know my stance on that. Just think good thoughts for now, and I’ll see your lovely face first thing in the morning. Good night,” she says and then she leans in to give the girl her promised kiss.

    The resting coordinator willfully accepts it, wishing Kelly a good night as she stays still in her spot on the bed. After the long kiss good night, Kelly quickly switches the light switch from on to off for the room, and finally she clicks off the light coming from the lamp, leaving the room in total darkness as she quickly hits the sack for the night herself.

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    Quote Originally Posted by Rave The Rich View Post
    The people at fanfiction dot net who reviewed this story said some things to that extent. That speaks very, VERY highly of my work. I'm very flattered. Thank you. I just put my feelings into this and I'm glad to have gotten such a rave response. ^^
    To end with that conversation, I pretty much have an opinion on that matter leaning towards your own, but still, not as openly blatant as you suggest, because alas, not everyone sees how good people are, and just use "labels" as you say...
    But I don't think this conversation is suitable for a fanfic review now is it ^^'
    If you're interessted in knowing my pov, just pm me, we'll talk some other time !

    Quote Originally Posted by Rave The Rich View Post
    I’ve got my supporters Zoey and Kenny by my side until the end, my folks are gonna be here, your folks are gonna be here, Harley and my brother, Ash and Paul in Pallet, and Erica and Joshua should be here if they’re not busy.
    WHAT THE... ?!?

    Srsly, I would have died for some PokéShipping here


    I'll give you this : you don't say to yourself "Man, I want to read some cute fluff, something that's easy to read" and go read this fic.
    You definately need to be aware reading this, as it makes your mind work much harder than the 99% of fics posted here.

    Dammit, I'm reading philosophy...
    You could have just put in any random names of girls who are lesbian, instead of Kelly and May, you would have a deep psychological aspect on the question, from a POV of a fictionnal character...
    You could easily forget you're reading pokémon, congratulations, but this could be a negative aspect as well

    Keep it up, can't wait for the grand festival ^^
    Because of serebiiforums, my Life has been put on hold...

    ...wait, that sounds wrong...
    ...yeah, it's the other way around.

    My Works : A, B, C, D, E

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    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    To end with that conversation, I pretty much have an opinion on that matter leaning towards your own, but still, not as openly blatant as you suggest, because alas, not everyone sees how good people are, and just use "labels" as you say...
    But I don't think this conversation is suitable for a fanfic review now is it ^^'
    If you're interessted in knowing my pov, just pm me, we'll talk some other time !
    When we get deeper into the story, I'll take you up on that private message. There are a few more issues to cover in the story.


    Srsly, I would have died for some PokéShipping here
    I'll be honest, Pokeshipping is my least favorite shipping in the entire metaseries, but since you would die for it, I'll give you some (SOME) hints later in this 40+ chapter story.

    I'll give you this : you don't say to yourself "Man, I want to read some cute fluff, something that's easy to read" and go read this fic.
    You definately need to be aware reading this, as it makes your mind work much harder than the 99% of fics posted here.
    And quite frankly, that is my mission as a writer. I got tired of seeing a lot of the fluff and the pablum that made up this section and I longed for something different. I longed to be a writer that would not only challenge himself, but the readers as well.

    It saddens me just how conservative and (dare I say) close-minded several readers out there can be. No one has come to me in a private message and said it, but I'm sure they've thought that my writing is obscene because I write same-sex pairings.

    No, that's not the case at all. I'm challenging the readers to get away from the big five of Poke, Contest, Ikari, Advance and PearlShipping even if it's for just a second and look at new perspectives and new shippings and see writing that can actually change public opinion thorough what is said and experienced. Alas, very few want to be challenged when they read, but for those that do and for those who are curious, I am extremely thankful.


    Dammit, I'm reading philosophy...
    You could have just put in any random names of girls who are lesbian, instead of Kelly and May, you would have a deep psychological aspect on the question, from a POV of a fictionnal character...
    You could easily forget you're reading pokémon, congratulations, but this could be a negative aspect as well
    My own college professor has written notes on my papers saying that I delve into very intellectual and philosophical discussions and frames of thought with my writing, so you could probably call that a stamp of approval.

    I do realize that you could have any two girls in there at times, but I've learned that in writing, less is really more. It does us no good as fan fiction writers, or writers in general, to focus primarily on keeping characters in character (especially when we last saw May at age 12 and Kelly at about age 11 and they're both 17 in this fic) or any other extraneous items of the sort. If you can properly explain what caused changes in behavior of characters from age 12 to 17 then the fan fiction now becomes great material of debate for these various subjects. The only issue is that the reader has to be willing to work just as hard (if not harder) than the writer to understand the meaning.

    I know that you could forget that you're reading pokemon fan fiction and I understand how that can be a negative, but that's another one of my missions.

    Keep it up, can't wait for the grand festival ^^
    Still a ways to go, but I'm glad your still interested. For your interest, here are chapters seven and eight of the story!

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    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

    DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.

    (Chapter 7- You’ve Been Wrong Before)

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    About a quarter of an hour has passed on the clock. May tucked in tightly by her girlfriend not that long ago is currently falling victim to one of her biggest pet peeves. While she used every trick in the book to make her girlfriend believe that she was getting progressively tired as the night wore on, it was in fact Kelly who seemingly went out like a light. No one needs to see the Lilycove native to know that she is tired; rather it’d be best that they just hear the loud sounds of snoring coming out of the nose of the princess of pokeblock.

    The reverberations going in and coming out like ocean waves are very cringe worthy, and are keeping May up when even she will admit that she has to get in a good amount of sleep for tomorrow. ‘Isn’t it ironic that she’s the one who had to force me into this damn bed? Now when I need sleep, I can’t get it,’ she thinks as she struggles with the tightly tucked sheets and covers just to sit up against the two or three pillows leaning against the head of the bed.

    Realizing that it will take some innovation and creativity on her part to get out and get away from the foghorn that is her sweetheart during bedtime, May uses a technique that she remembers seeing in her local science center when she only seven years old. In order to be freed from their cocoons, caterpillars often have to struggle to get out of a tiny hole and fly away as newly morphed butterflies.

    The motions they used resembled a type of shimmy or shake, so the vexed coordinator imitated those exact motions and after about 30 seconds of inhaling and sucking in her chest to make room, she was finally freed from her constriction. The first thing that the gym leader’s daughter did once out of her own personal cocoon was stretch her limbs for a few seconds to get the feeling back in her body once more. She sneaks a look over to the snoring senorita stretched out in the other bed with her arms and legs in what appear to be random places on top of the bed and its covers.

    “Cute, if not pathetic,” May smiles softly before she walks to the other end of the room, making sure not to make any sounds that would surely awaken the tired mess that is her girlfriend. Knowing that she can’t ruin this chance to escape, the woken girl carefully turns the knob of the door to the right and using hands with the gentile quality of a surgeon opens the door with the goal to allow as little light from the hallways as possible to hit the bedrooms and seep into the closed lids of Kelly’s eyes, thereby waking her up and fouling up the Maple girl’s breakout.

    Seeing that she has found her happy medium by creating enough space for her to break out of her hotel room without much straining and not let enough light in to wake Kelly, May silently applauds herself as she walks out of the room in her pajamas and her bare feet, which she would soon learn was a careless mistake.

    As she made the very first step out into the hotel’s eighth floor hallway, May steps on something with her right foot which causes her to squeal in a great deal of pain. She acted quickly by covering her mouth for fear that Kelly would hear her from inside the room. The shock that came with this sudden pang caused the girl to fall forward into the hallway, tumbling down to the mustard yellow carpet below and finally landing square on the small of her back.

    While she did not hurt her back in this combination of chronological events, May is clenching her right ankle for fear that she might have twisted it. As she doesn’t feel any sort of discomfort from this part of her body, she lets go of her ankle only to bring her foot down, and feel that familiar pain once more. Looking down at the sole of her foot, she sees what appears to be a gold-plated thumbtack lodged right in the middle of her heel.

    The mere sight of this foreign object deeply inserted in her body makes the adventurous girl cringe somewhat as she works carefully to get it out with as little pain as her nerves will physically allow. Sitting down on the soft carpet with the door to her room still open, May uses her left index finger and thumb to tightly grasp both sides of the tack’s head. Part one is complete, but now comes the matter of removing this metal abomination from her foot.

    She grits her teeth in anticipation of a quick and sudden removal to ease as much pain as she can. Counting in her head the numbers ‘One, two, three,’ she snatches the red-tipped tack out of her skin and takes a few quick, short breaths to take her mind off the fact that she just removed a metal tack out of her foot. After a few seconds, a couple of drops of blood seep out of her heel, which May all but expected to happen.

    Knowledgeable of the hotel’s layout after many years of attending Slateport’s Grand Festival, the slightly injured coordinator decides to forego risking waking up Kelly and she carefully shuts the door to their room. She then walks, or rather hops on one leg, to the nearby public restroom for guests and other attendants, and hears feet rustling inside one of the stalls. Paying no mind whatsoever to this, May searches for and finds the first aid kits that are placed in every bathroom in the hotel.

    Finding what she needs to clean the cut in a container of iodide, some cotton balls and a band-aid, May gets right to work on her right heel. With about four or five stinging strokes of iodide using the brush, she then applies pressure to the ball point wound using one pressed cotton ball, and she holds the entire assertion point together using two band-aids stuck to each other to form one large covering.

    The ultimate test comes when May places her right foot down onto the ground. Initially, she feels no pain, but she has to go further, so she takes a step on her right foot. Again, she feels nothing but her foot coming down to the ground, but somewhat stubborn, she has to be absolutely sure that her foot won’t bother her anymore due to the tack, so May walks around the tile floor a few times. For the third time in this sequence, she feels no pain whatsoever, and is convinced that this minor issue has been squared away for good.

    “Eureka!” May exclaims, happy to have gotten that problem solved without it becoming an issue. As she makes her way to the door of the ladies room en route to the vending machines on her floor to score a midnight snack, she reaches for the handle of the restroom door as the pitter patter of rushing feet become progressively louder with each step.

    Before the Hoenn region coordinator can open the door to the room, her entire body is turned around by the arm 180 degrees to the point where she comes face to face with a very irate looking Dawn Berlitz.

    “Goddamn you, May Maple,” she speaks before winding back her right arm and slapping the Petalburg native hard across her face.

    “Oh!” explains the attacked, as she is turned around to face the bathroom mirror. May gets a good look at herself and finds that an imprint has been left on her face by Dawn. “What the hell was that for?” she yells directly to the younger coordinator.

    “You’re ruining everything, you *****!” Dawn forces out of her mouth while tears come out of her eyes. “My boyfriend can’t stop talking or thinking about you. I know he still has feelings for you. God, why can’t you ever just go away and leave me the hell alone? Although it’s crystal clear you and Kelly are dykes, you’ve put Drew under your spell so deeply that he can’t even see reality right in front of his face. I’m his future, not you, and you need to let him know that.”

    May, knowing that people who saw her with Kelly all of the time would make that weightless assumption, is not fazed at all by this name calling and responds, “You need to be more creative than that in your insults, Dawn Rickles, and furthermore, where in the world do you get the idea that just because I’m with Kelly all the time that we’re lesbians?”

    “I saw you with Kelly, Kenny and Zoey today and heard your conversation,” Dawn answers with spite laced in her voice. To this, May’s face starts to waiver. Dawn is correct in her reasoning, but that would’ve mean that she and Drew were both spying on her during a private moment. “That’s where I get the fact that you and Kelly are nothing more than a bunch of rug munchers.”

    Her face is no longer one of concern; rather one filled with anger brimming to the surface at the audacity of her personal rival becomes bitterer by the second in her words towards the great relationship that she shares with Kelly. “You know? I don’t get you, honestly. You have a…really screwed up way of looking at relationships. You think that just because you are in love with someone that you have to have sex with that person. That’s B.S., because I love Kelly. Yeah, you’re right. We are together, but we don’t need sex to validate our love. Besides, when we do make love for the first time…”

    “Both of you will be old with gray hairs,” Dawn rudely interrupts, “While Drew and I will live our lives to the absolute fullest. It’s probably the same reason why he left you. In order to get in a relationship, you have to give and take, May, but most of all, you have to give. You need to give it up, or no one will want you, lesbo prude.”

    May cannot take it any more. Her emotions are practically begging to be let out into the open for this sorry soul to see. So she decides to let Dawn have it…by laughing her tail off in the restroom. For about fifteen seconds, May absolutely laughs it up and this confuses the blue haired one to no end.

    “Oh, gosh!” May exclaims. “You’re really full of jokes tonight, aren’t you, Dawn?” and then, without any prior warning, May charges in the direction of her adversary and slams the petite frame of the second generation coordinator against the tile wall of the bathroom, not caring if she got hurt or not.

    Holding the girl securely to the wall by her arms and bringing her mouth to the near ear of the restrained young lady, May whispers disturbingly, “Now you listen to me you ignorant, immature, arrogant, snobby, ****ty, sorry little *****. Kelly and I want love, and we have it with each other, without sex, so that would make you wrong, and, well…that wouldn’t be the first time you’ve been wrong, ‘eh Dawn?”

    This causes something inside of Dawn to snap, crackle and pop all at the same time. She releases her right arm from May’s grip and gives her a punch right to the pajama-wearing coordinator’s chin, forcing the older girl all the way back to the area of the sinks and temporarily disorienting her at the same time. “You and Kelly can go straight to hell for all I care,” Dawn states before she flails several wild punches, haymakers and slaps to May while she is still not completely aware of her surroundings.

    After about five more seconds of this, the beaten coordinator finally realizes the danger she is in, and on a lucky shot, throws a blind left handed punch that lands flush on Dawn’s right cheek, snapping her neck and the rest of her head back and lifting the stylish trainer up from off the ground. The hit is enough to knock Dawn out and adding insult on top of injury, her head takes the greatest impact on the tile floor, putting her completely out of commission for now.

    May needs to take a deep breath and examine her entire situation, so she looks at herself in the mirror to check for any further damage to her facial features. Then, because she’s not completely heartless as it pertains to Dawn, she checks for her pulse and immediately finds it much to her relief.

    “Holy ****! What the **** happened here?” asks a new voice that has entered the bathroom. May turns to the direction of the door and is not surprised to find that her friend Zoey is now in the ladies room.

    “I had to…she was riding me hard, Zoey. I had to protect myself. She has a strong pulse if you’re wondering,” a winded May erratically attempts to explain to her friend. “Damn it, she knows! She knows about me and Kelly!”

    “Well,” Zoey begins, “you can look at this either one of two ways. You can sulk over the fact that one of your worst enemies knows for a fact that you’re a lesbian or you can be happy over the fact that you don’t have to hide anything from them anymore. This can be the first in a bunch of large steps to truly being openly gay.”

    Looking over to her former crush, the concerned coordinator notices that Dawn is starting to come to. “Hey, May. I don’t want any blowups while I’m here doing my business. Dawn’s about to come out of it, so I think you should just head out of here for now. I’ll speak to you and Kelly in the morning. Okay?”

    May agrees without any argument and as she leaves the restroom, she says good night to Zoey. Once out of the ladies room, she sees Zoey’s other half in the hotel hallway.

    “Kenny? What are you doing out here?”

    “My gal pal wants us to go to our hotel room together, seeing as we did just about everything else together, and I agreed,” he explains. “Every restaurant in town had at least a two hour wait, and because we were both hungry, we were desperate to just eat somewhere. So we waited standing outside of our favorite spots for food. To pass the time with other people that waited, we sang songs, played games and…even danced. People walking through thought we were crazy, and I know we are…crazy in love, that is. Then we spent the rest of our time waiting while in one another’s arms. I don’t think I’ve ever had more fun waiting for anything in my entire life and the time just blew by. I couldn’t have had that kind of fun with my folks, or Dawn, or…”

    “Nothing like love, huh?” May asks, already knowing the answer.

    “Nothing at all,” Kenny agrees. “We then ordered, and even though it was after ten o’clock, we had a blast, eating our quesadillas, and then Zoey had sirloin steak, and I had my Tuscan chicken salad, and we just talked all night, even though we really said absolutely nothing.”

    “I’ve done that before,” May glosses. “I’d be on the phone with Kelly for at least two hours a few times and we’d—I tell you; I would really piss off the people at the pokemon center staying on their phones for so long. Luckily, it didn’t cost me anything, but…I know the feeling of speaking to someone for hours, but not really saying a thing.”

    “Okay,” Zoey says, coming out of the bathroom and entering May and Kenny’s conversation. Turning to May, she explains, “I was somehow able to convince Dawn that she fell asleep in the bathroom after getting a snack from the vending machines. Though she doesn’t remember the fight or the knock out, she’s gonna be coming out of that door any second now when she finishes her business, so we should head back to our rooms so we don’t jog her memory.”

    “No problem,” says the pajama wearer, who over time has gotten even more tired, especially having to ward off an aggressive attack from the native of Twinleaf. “I really do have to get some sleep, so I’ll see you two tomorrow. Pleasant dreams.”

    Zoey and Kenny walk arm in arm in the opposite direction of their friend who is dressed for bed and wish her a good night as they walk to their room to begin the end of quite an eventful day for all three.

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    NOTE: This chapter begins as Dawn makes her way back to her hotel room. As far as her memory is concerned, Dawn is only woozy with memory loss due to a concussion suffered from the fight.

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

    (Chapter 8- What Hurts So Much?)

    Five knocks on the door cause Drew Emerson to awaken from his sorrow. Finding that he was sleeping alongside of the bed the entire time, he turns his attention to the clock in between the two beds to find that it is just after midnight, making it early Saturday morning. Not wanting to keep whoever is at the door waiting, Drew makes his way to the door. Looking through the peephole, he sees exactly who he thought it would be.

    Opening the door immediately, Drew comes face to face with his temporarily estranged girlfriend Dawn Berlitz with two red eyes and a nearly indistinct bruise on one of her cheeks to match. It’s difficult to see the bruise due to the lack of light in their room at that moment.

    “Hey,” speaks the boy laconically, to which the girl responds in kind. Stepping off to the side, Drew lets the blue-haired girl inside.

    “Look, Dawn,” Drew begins, “I…I’m real sorry.”

    “Talk is cheap,” she retorts, holding her guard for now.

    “Do you want my honesty, then?”

    Not expecting to hear that come out of Drew’s mouth, Dawn is caught off guard at the moment. She has no idea if it’s the comment that her boyfriend made, or the minor aching of the head that she is currently suffering that mysteriously began when she was in the bathroom mere minutes ago.

    “What the hell are you talking about, Drew?” Dawn asks, once again keeping her stance at this difficult time. “Honesty? Forgive me if I don’t think I’m seeing or hearing much honesty from you right now.”

    “And I’d like to change that, if you just give me a chance to explain myself,” says the near desperate young man. Looking the second generation coordinator directly into her clouded blue eyes, he says, “I’m not a perfect person, Dawn. I did lie to you, because even right now, I still have feelings for May.”

    Bringing her head down, the once cheerful soul can not find anything to smile about upon hearing this revelation. “Freaking hopeless,” she says in a whisper in response to something she more or less knew to be fact.

    Hearing her dislike for this honesty on his part, Drew continues, “Please. Let me finish. You have to hear everything. After you left earlier tonight, I saw…I saw Kelly and May on the newscast. They were together, and they were giving each other ‘the look’,” and Drew does the quote signals with his hands when he says ‘the look’. “It’s the look that people who really are in love with each other will give each other. At that moment, I was convinced. Kelly and May are in love.”

    Stopping to catch his breath, Drew balls his right fist directly in front of his mouth before he fleshes himself out to Dawn once more. “It would be…” It’s becoming too upsetting for Drew to keep going as he is now crying with one knee down onto the carpet before his current love interest.

    Finding the strength within to be completely honest with the girl right in front of him, Drew continues his story while his weight is shifted onto his kneeled down knee. “It’s useless for me to try and pursue May now. She’s convinced that she can find love in some other girl, and I can’t think of anything that would stop the two from being with one another.”

    “Look, I’m not telling you this to hurt your feelings,” Drew elaborates while getting up from his kneeling position, “like I said, I’m human. I’m not a perfect person, and because of that, I won't have perfect thoughts. Even though I know for sure that Kelly and May are an item, I still have these thoughts for her. I can’t help it, though. It isn’t like I can turn off these feelings like a light switch. It’s gonna take some time, but at least I know that May and I are dead in the water for good. It’sa start.”

    “You said earlier that you didn’t see much honesty from me, Dawn. Well, this is as honest as you or anyone else will ever get from me. Don’t…hate me just because I’m human. There’s a class act underneath this skin and bones. He’s just love struck and afraid of being lonely. That’s it.”

    That last sentence from Drew is not something that Dawn expected to hear in the least bit. ‘He’s…afraid?’ she thinks. In all the time she has known this cunning type-A personality, he didn’t really show much in the way of fear of anything, but here he his telling her that he doesn’t want to be alone and that it scares him.

    At times, Dawn could relate to the feeling. In the latter part of her young life, she would often cling to people who would take charge in situations because she didn’t think she was capable enough to do it on her own. She traveled through numerous regions with Zoey after leaving Ash and Brock behind as she realized that she had a lot more work to do to become a master in her craft and needed to surround herself with several craftsmen and women to make it all work for her.

    In Drew, she found the ultimate in craftsmen. With even more experience than her traveling companion, Dawn found him as he, May, Kenny and Zoey were all in the Kanto region competing for that Grand Festival crown. Back then like he is right now, Drew was quite the charmer and pursued Dawn despite her inert stubbornness to the affection. He did all of this while May was none the wiser and while Dawn believed that Drew and May were only traveling together as friends.

    While the naturally playful girl did what came to her and played around with Drew rejecting the white roses that he would give her from contest to contest and not accepting the many stuffed animals and other trinkets that he would order for her, in the back of her head, Dawn wondered if all of this showing of affection was too good to be true.

    As she thinks about how she came to be with Drew even more, her head hurts even more as if something is throbbing deep inside of her brain. She can’t understand where this headache is coming from, because right after she left her hotel room, all she did was go to the bathroom and cry out her frustrations. The rest is a blur as someone whispered in her ear to go back to hotel room number 818 if she is finished in the bathroom.

    “You know, I don’t want to be lonely either,” Dawn says with her right hand pressed to her forehead. While in each other’s arms, Dawn continues, “I want this to work so much, but everything around us just causes these feelings you talk about to come out. Despite all of that and a lot of other crap, if we work together one day at a time, I know that we can get through this.”

    “I thank you for being honest, Drew, but if I could help you and us in any way, here is a word of advice; just please stay the hell away from May Maple. I am serious when I say this, Drew. If she goes one way, you go the other. If being around her is what’s making these feelings come out of you, then get her out of the picture. Avoid her like the plague, and since she’s gonna be around May all of the time, it’s a given that I want you to stay away from Kelly too.”

    “Out of sight, out of mind?”

    “Exactly, and if you are not seeing her, you are not thinking about her, and we won’t have any more blowups like we did earlier. Right?”

    “Right. So…” Drew begins, “are we okay?”

    “Just keep your nose clean, and we’ll be fine,” but as the two come together in a hug of reconciliation, Dawn feels her headache flare up like a giant nerve popping in her head, and she unconsciously reacts to the pain.

    Letting go of her embrace with Drew, Dawn clenches her head once more as the pains increase in frequency. “Are you okay?” asks her boyfriend.

    “It’s this headache. I can’t explain it, but since I was out after our fight, I went to the bathroom to vent my frustrations, and until I came back here…the rest is just a big blur.”

    “Would this blur have anything to do with the bruise on your face?”

    Not surprised that Drew would eventually bring up the matter of her bruise, Dawn admits, “You know, that’s the one thing that I noticed while I was in the bathroom. I looked at it for a while, and I still have no clue how it got there.” Attempting to speculate the possibilities out loud, Dawn says, “Maybe I got it from bumping into something in the bathroom or, I fell, or—AHH! Goddamn it!” Dawn’s headache has clearly gotten worse as she now holds her head in place with both hands pressing the palms against her temples.

    “Do you need to go to the hospital?”

    Dawn seriously considers a visit after hearing the concern laced in Drew’s question, but the brief pang passes after about three or four seconds, which does nothing more than to assure Dawn that the worst of the mystery headache has passed.

    “No, thank you, Drew.”

    “Are you sure?” he asks, “because it’s no problem at all. Don’t try to be brave, Dawn. If you're hurt and you don’t know why, you shouldn’t risk it. Hell, if you say you don’t remember how you got the bruise or the source of you headaches, it could pretty much be anything!”

    As Drew wraps up his mini lecture, he gets another good look at the bruise on his girlfriend’s face in the dim light coming from out of the hotel. It appears to be shaped differently than most bruises he’s seen before. ‘It looks almost like…a fist!’ Drew concludes, as he notices the knuckle marks on the edge of discoloration.

    ‘Okay. She can’t remember how she got the bruise. The bruise itself looks like someone’s fist imprinted on her face.’ Putting two and two together, Drew makes the very wise decision to pick up the phone in the hotel room and hit three digits on the touch-tones with his right index finger.

    “What are you doing, Drew?” Dawn asks.

    Drew ignores his girlfriend as he listens to one dial tone before an emergency dispatcher prompts him with the words, “911 Emergency?”

    As calmly as his nerves will allow, Drew says, “Yes, I need an ambulance sent to the Milton Hotel in Slateport City. I have very good reason to believe my girlfriend is suffering the effects of a concussion caused by getting into a fight earlier this evening.”

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    Default And now, here's chapter nine!

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

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    (Chapter 9- Open Invitation to a Disaster Area)

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    “Hey. Hey, wake up sleepyhead,” a voice softly speaks while lightly slapping the cheek of the sleeping coordinator. While it looks like May is about to stir and finally awake to see the bright shining sun through the partially open blinds of their eighth floor hotel room, this hope is quickly dashed as May falls back into her state of unconsciousness.

    Thinking outside of the box to get her girlfriend up and about at 7:30 a.m. on a Saturday, Kelly decides that since one cheek didn’t work to get May up, maybe another cheek will, so she gives May a hard slap on her behind.

    May’s eyes open wide like dessert saucers. The spank on her firm bottom felt like she was being fired from out of a cannon. She exclaims an ‘OH!’ before turning over on her side and finding Kelly in a pair of black overalls with a white shirt under the outfit standing in front of her in her bed. Softening her face, she greets her girlfriend, saying, “Good morning, Kelly.”

    “Good morning to you, little runaway,” says Kelly in a neutral tone.

    Deciphering what Kelly meant by that greeting, May determines, “You know that I snuck out last night?” Kelly nods and the coordinator in bed asks, “But how?”

    “Well, for one, you are out of the sheets that I tightly tucked you into last night,” she says, stating the obvious. “Look, I’m not mad, May. You said you weren’t tired last night, and there are some things which I just can’t force, no matter what I try. But as of right now, it’s time for you to get back into training, no excuses and no exceptions.”

    Cracking her neck and getting some of the kinks out of her system, May chooses not to argue with her girlfriend. For many reasons that she would find out as she snuck out several hours ago, May should not have left her hotel room, but as they say, hindsight is 20/20. “Okay. Since I’m back in training, what the first thing that you want me to do?”

    “Get in the shower,” Kelly orders, “get dressed, and when you’re done, come downstairs and meet me for breakfast. There, we’ll talk more about your training and strategy for your appeal at 5:30p.m. I got a call a few minutes ago from my parents who just arrived into the city, and I need to see them for a few minutes about…some important business, so I have to leave like right now. Okay?”

    Only a tad disappointed that she won’t be leaving with Kelly to have breakfast, May shrugs off this letdown and says, “No problem. I’ll meet up with you later,” and the two of them lean in for a quick kiss before Kelly says good bye to May and leaves their hotel room, leaving her sweetheart alone to sit on the bed. A minute or so passes before May decides to get out of the bed and get ready for her upcoming appeal.

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    Choosing not to waste her time on an elevator that might take several minutes to get from her floor to the first floor, Kelly rushes down the stairs of the Milton Hotel and out into the crowded and bustling lobby. Scanning the premises for about fifteen seconds, she finally finds the people whom she talked to not that long ago.

    “Mom! Dad!” Kelly exclaims as she runs to the two people in question. Her father, Erik Marin, and her mother, Julia Elaine Cruz-Marin, engulf their daughter in an enormous embrace. “I’m so glad you two could make it!” Kelly comments before she lets go of the family hug.

    “We’re glad that everything’s going well with May so far, Kelly,” Julia chimes in.

    “But we also know why you wanted us to meet away from her,” Erik adds. “So are you sure that she won’t see this before it’s time?”

    “Yeah,” answers Kelly. “I hurried out of our room as quickly as I could. She’s probably in the shower as we speak. And just so there wouldn’t be any huge surprises, I alluded this to her before we went to bed and she said that she’d be ready. So can I see it? Huh? Huh?”

    “All right, Kelly! Hold your horses!” Erik assures with laughter upon his face at Kelly’s hyper state of anticipation. Reaching into his pocket, he pulls out a small black box and says to his only daughter, “I’ve got it right here,” and he hands the box to Kelly.

    “Go ahead, dear,” Julia says. “Open it.” Listening to her mother, Kelly slowly opens the black velvet box to find a blindingly bright rock on top of a yellow gold band with crescent moons etched on the inside of the ring itself. Even with the sun shining through the glass windows on top and around the hotel, the glistening from this ring seems to steal the entire spotlight as Kelly moves the box around a little bit without removing the jewelry inside.

    “My God, this is beautiful!” Kelly says before hugging her parents once more. “Thank you both for getting this for me, and though I’ve said this many times before, thanks for being so understanding through all of this and for supporting May and I in our relationship.”

    “You’re welcome,” Kelly’s parents say. Her mother, Julia, adds “but I’m sure that the ring will look much better on May’s finger. So have you thought of a time to pop the question?”

    “Yeah,” Kelly says. “It’s not that far off, but I can’t do it right now, because it’s a distraction, and May needs as little on her plate as she can stomach right now. This would be just too much at once. We can talk more about this over breakfast. Come on,” she concludes as she leads her mom and dad to a near crowded dining hall filled with coordinators and their supporters eating their meals prior to the first round.

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    Removing her nightclothes in less than a minute, May darts to the shower door in the nude. The only things in her hands are a towel and a shower cap. Turning on the water on the showerhead, she only has to wait about ten seconds for the water to warm up and for her to go inside the tub and have numerous jets of steaming hot water splash against her tanned skin.

    May’s shower only lasts about four to six minutes before she is out of the shower, drying both her body and her hair to get ready for breakfast with Kelly. Usually, she does not go about her morning routine this quickly as she often takes just over half an hour to get ready, but the plan of her longtime partner has caused her to not want to dilly-dally in the least bit. May finishes drying her body, dresses in her matching black sweatshirt and sweatpants, ties her hair into an unkempt ponytail, puts her backpack over one of her shoulders and makes her way out of the hotel room, locking the door behind her with her keycard.

    Her prime destination at the moment is the elevators that lead downstairs to floor number one and the main dining hall. It is there, after Kelly takes care of whatever business she has with her folks that they will all have their meal together and talk about whatever plans May has for her appeal, scheduled for late in the afternoon.

    As she makes her way to the four elevators on the eighth floor, she spots someone looking out at the window and the cityscape during the morning sunrise. This young man has medium length dark black hair, black framed glasses around his face and is wearing quite a lot of the color green. May thinks that she knows who this guy is.

    “Max?” she calls out for who she believes is her younger brother. “Hey Max! How are you doing? Where’s Harley?” Turning around, the young man in question unknowingly squashes all the hopes that she had built up upon coming to the elevator and seeing him for herself.

    “Oh, Conway,” she says showing some disappointment.

    “It’s nice to see you too, May,” says this man named Conway with the most sarcastic of tones.

    “Forgive me,” May recovers, “but I thought you were my brother. My God, why do you have to be such a dead ringer for Max?”

    “Not my fault,” Conway replies with the indication of sleep still in his voice. “Maybe it’s intelligent design…never really gave it much thought.”

    In an attempt to make up for an honest mistake, May asks her other friend from Veilstone City, “So where’s Holly, and why are you here?”

    “Holly and I were invited by a couple of friends of ours for the weekend,” Conway explains. “She got up early and wrote me a note saying that she went ahead and got breakfast leaving me to rest. I had no problem with it. I never eat breakfast as it is, and we got here really early this morning to watch the appeals and see the sights this afternoon with our buds.”

    “Sounds good,” May replies as she forgets the elevator for now. “Say, who are your friends? Maybe I know them.”

    “May! May!” a voice screams out running to May in the hallway leading to the hotel elevators. It is Kenny dressed in only a white t-shirt and some faded blue jeans. Once Kenny finally makes it to May, he stops to catch his breath for a moment, and he says, “Hey Conway. Look May, I’ve got some bad news. Dawn is in the hospital! Drew made a call, and an ambulance was sent to the hotel late last night.”

    “What?” both May and Conway exclaim in unison.

    “You know that Zoey told me about what happened between you and Dawn last night,” Kenny informs the coordinator. “And the news says that she complained of headaches and some confusion. You had the fight with her, May, and Drew is very upset. You’ve got to see him and try to make some sort of amends before he puts the pieces together himself about who’s responsible and comes after you first.”

    “Hold on. Wait a minute, Kenny. Just hold it together for a second,” Conway chimes in, wanting the picture to be cleared up in his own head. “May, you got into a fight with Dawn last night?”

    “Yeah, I did,” May says, not giving the confession a second thought. “She provoked me, though. It was all a matter of self—whoa! Just hang on a damn minute! You two know each other?”

    “Yes, May. Small world,” Kenny speaks hesitation free. “Look, that’s not even important right now. What’s important is that we settle this before it becomes a really big issue and **** blows up in your face. We need to go to the hospital and you have to let Drew know exactly what happened before Dawn remembers and uses it against you. Conway, if you want, you can come with us.”

    As Kenny takes May by the hand to make the brief trip to the Slateport Medical Center, May pulls back and says, “Just slow your role for a second, Kenny. Like I said, it was nothing more than self-defense. And besides, I have a breakfast date with Kelly and her folks right now. I think that’s a better use of my time then to have to explain myself and my actions to those two jackasses.”

    “May, stop being so callous!” Conway demands, not knowing the whole story. “If you caused her injuries, wouldn’t you be even a bit concerned?”

    “No offense, but you don’t know the meaning of ‘callous’, Conway,” May defends. “If you knew even half of the **** they’ve done to me over the years, you’d wonder why I’m not harder on the two of them than I am. Heck, you’d probably be patting me on the back right now for keeping my cool for as long as I have.”

    Conway did not expect to hear anything like this at all. For the many years that he has known Dawn, he’s never seen her as a two-timer, but that is exactly the picture that May is painting for him. “Kenny, do you know about any of this?”

    “Every bit of it,” Kenny says. “I was there when Drew left May for Dawn in the cruelest of ways. May walked into their room during the Kanto Grand Festival a few years back to find the two of them…playing a game of ‘multiply’.” Kenny’s wordage causes Conway to do a double take.

    “She was devastated and Zoey and I were thrown for a loop as well, ‘cause we never expected to hear about Dawn doing something like that.” Now with his words directed towards May, Kenny continues, “Despite that, I think it would be best that you see Drew and Dawn, May, and just get it over with!”

    May honestly doesn’t want anything to do with either Dawn or Drew ever again if she could help it. But then she remembers something that Kelly told her last night.

    “And when we do see them, just…make an effort to extend the olive branch. I know you probably don’t want to hear that, but it’s an option. If they aren’t cordial, then…don’t try and fight them, either.”

    Those words ring clearly in the mind of the conflicted coordinator as she now paces back and forth in the elevator entrance. If she does go to the hospital, all she’ll have to do is admit that she caused the injuries, but only because she had to protect herself. If she ignores Drew and he rightfully assumes that May did it, then there is no telling what he’ll do in response.

    May is convinced and she acquiesces to Kenny’s wishes, saying. “All right then. Let’s get this over with. Conway, you can come with us, too.”

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    week-end ^^ finally review time

    Ah Drew...such emotion filled with human thought and tragedy...bravo
    And of course ; we are afraid. Of what might happen...

    I really hope that Dawn is going to be okay...if not, well, May will have something huge on her conscience :/

    I believe that Kelly physicaly posessing the ring is a bad idea...since in every good tragedy, there is always an element of drama, that velvet boy is screaming to May "Find me ! Find me !!" which will be a huge distraction indeed ^^'

    Wow...as I said, I hope that there's nothing more serious that Dawn's suffering from...
    And I wonder how Drew will take it...calmly or filled with rage ?
    I'm leaning towards the first one
    Because of serebiiforums, my Life has been put on hold...

    ...wait, that sounds wrong...
    ...yeah, it's the other way around.

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    Default Chapter ten is here!

    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    Ah Drew...such emotion filled with human thought and tragedy...bravo
    And of course ; we are afraid. Of what might happen...
    Indeed, there is a great deal of emotion here...or he could be faking just to get Dawn off of his back. You can never tell with some people.

    I really hope that Dawn is going to be okay...if not, well, May will have something huge on her conscience :/
    Physically, she should be okay. Her injuries are ironic, as she has more to worry about as far as her emotional health is concerned as you shall see.

    I believe that Kelly physicaly posessing the ring is a bad idea...since in every good tragedy, there is always an element of drama, that velvet boy is screaming to May "Find me ! Find me !!" which will be a huge distraction indeed ^^'
    You've given me an idea that involves the ring. Actually, there are two. One in which the ring helps Kelly out in a most unique way and another in which something traumatic happens and Kelly decides not to wait to propose. But that ring should be a great distraction either way. We'll just have to see,

    Wow...as I said, I hope that there's nothing more serious that Dawn's suffering from...
    And I wonder how Drew will take it...calmly or filled with rage ?
    I'm leaning towards the first one
    Drew will be calm. Good call.

    And now, here's chapter ten. Look for an indirect reference to 'Giving of Yourself' and see if you can tell what it is!

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

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    (Chapter 10- The Breakfast Clubs)

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    With an enormous spread of numerous morning foods, including stands with everyday helpings of toast along with as many as thirty different varieties of jam, pancakes, waffles, steak, pork, rice balls, soybeans, several flavors of danish, fresh fruits from all over the world, bagels, cream cheese and donuts fried on site along with juices, coffees and teas for everyone to enjoy this Saturday morning, nobody can help but water at the mouth at the prospect of such a myriad of free nourishment all in one place, which the visitors of Slateport would be fools to turn down.

    Such is the case with the Marin family as parents Erik and Julia and daughter Kelly spend nearly five minutes filling their plates with a little bit of everything in the spread and have a seat at one of the few unoccupied tables. One minute passes as the three begin to make a few dents in their respective plates of food. Erik starts the conversation by asking Kelly, “So, are you sure that May is gonna be joining us for breakfast?”

    “Any minute now, dad,” Kelly answers. “And she talked about this either yesterday or on Thursday night; May’s parents should also be here this morning, as well.”

    “Great. So, Kelly,” Julia says, taking the floor, “breaking everything down, you plan on proposing to your girlfriend in the not too distant future, you’re about to present your dissertation on pokemon nutrition in the next six months to become a PhD, and you’re one of the most respected assistant professors and personal trainers at the Pokemon Academy in Rustboro. Would you say that things are going well for you?”

    Kelly’s mother has said quite a bit about all of the positive accomplishments that her daughter has made over the past several years. Nothing bad has really stood out in this time, so she has to agree with the general sentiment. “Even though things have been going great, I know that life can only get better for May and I.” Reaching into one of the many pockets in her overalls, she pulls out the ring while it’s still inside of the box. She then admits to her folks, “I’ve been pushing May really hard at times, and while I definitely want her to become champion, there’s another reason. In my mind, I just can’t think of any better scenario to ask her to marry me than when we’re onstage together after she’s won the Grand Festival. That’s why I want her to win so badly. Not just for her, but for us and that moment.”

    “Professor Cruz-Marin? Oh my God! Is that you?” Kelly turns around to find out where this foreign voice came from. Whoever it is, they must know her from her tenure as a professor at the academy, and as she sees this young woman coming closer and closer to her, Kelly can’t help but break out in a smile.

    The woman who is walking briskly to Kelly opens her arms wide for a hug, which Kelly accepts without even a second thought. This tall woman, who is older than Kelly by more than a year, is dressed in a white, collared, buttoned-down shirt, a loose black tie, thigh-length black shorts and long black boots that come up to above her knees. Her hair is long and orange-red and Kelly is tickled by it for a bit while hugging this young woman.

    Letting go after about ten seconds, Kelly says, “Hey, Holly. I certainly didn’t expect to see you here this weekend.” Turning over to mom and dad, she says, “Guys, this is one of my former star students, Holly Rockwell. Holly, this is my father, Erik, and my mother, Julia.”

    “It’s so nice to meet you two,” Holly greets. “I just want to say that you two have an absolutely fantastic daughter. I don’t think I’ve ever learned so much in school until I came to her pokeblock and nutrition classes some years back. My pokemon have never been healthier than they are right now and Professor Cruz-Marin has everything to do with that.”

    “Thanks, Holly,” Kelly says, very flattered at the remark from one of her students, “and very soon, I hope to make it Doctor Cruz-Marin.”

    “I hope all goes well, professor.”

    “And please,” Kelly adds, holding back her chuckle, “we’re not in the classroom and you’re older than me. Call me Kelly.”

    “Kelly. Okay…Kelly, and as far as age is concerned, it doesn’t matter to me,” Holly claims. “The fact that you’ve gone this far in your career no matter how young you are means that you’ve earned the title of professor, soon to be doctor. You should take a lot of pride in doing that so early in your life.”

    Kelly blushes for a bit before a voice screams “Holly!” in the midst of the otherwise loud commotion in the dining hall. The voice belongs to Zoey who asks the young woman in question, “Holly, what’s up? I thought you were gonna get me a bagel with cream cheese and strawberry jam. What happened? It’s been several minutes!”

    Holly gasps for a hot second. Zoey was right. She did ask the person that invited her and her boyfriend to come see May hopefully win the Grand Festival if she wanted anything else to eat while she went to go to the bathroom and when she spotted her favorite professor, she just got sidetracked.

    “You’re right, Zoey. I ran into Kelly, who I know from my time in Academy, and I just lost track of what I was supposed to do. I’m sorry. Forgive me if I let you down. ”

    “Whoa, whoa! Slow down, Holly!” Zoey assures. “You’re alright. Don’t worry about it. You ran into Kelly. That’s all. It’s nothing to get frazzled about. I was just concerned because you can really get lost in this jungle if you’re not careful. And I am responsible for you. We can’t forget that.” Turning her attention away from the learned trainer for just a moment, Zoey looks at the people that are sitting with Kelly for breakfast. Noticing the similarities, she asks, already knowing the answer, “Kelly, are these your parents?”

    “Yes,” Kelly answers, and she introduces her mom and dad by name to the tomboy.

    “It’s nice to meet you both,” Zoey says. “My name is Zoey Zarkowski, and though I’m more of a friend of May’s, my boyfriend Kenny and I have seen Kelly quite a few times. In fact, I think that we even took one of her online courses in making pokeblocks.”

    “You know,” Kelly recollects, “the more I think about it, I do remember seeing both of you on one of my roster lists, and both of you aced my doctorate-level course. Great job.”

    “Thanks,” Zoey says, while inconspicuously holding Holly’s hand. “So, where’s May?”

    “You know, Zoey, that is very good question,” a brand new male voice speaks, entering the picture. Zoey and everyone else at or near the Marin table looks to see May’s parents, Norman and Caroline, walking to this makeshift breakfast club, which is rapidly increasing in size.

    “Hi Erik. Hi Julia,” Caroline greets Kelly’s parents, who return the salutation in kind.

    “Where is May, Kelly?” Norman asks, rightfully curious. “Weren’t we all supposed to meet together for breakfast?”

    “Yeah. About that,” Kelly explains. “I left the hotel room maybe…fifteen minutes ago so that she could get her shower in and meet up with me and my folks before the first round, get that out of the way, and get back into training. She should be here any minute now, honestly.”

    “And so should Kenny,” Zoey admits while still holding onto Holly by her hand. “Well, it’s nice to see all of you here, but Holly and I really should be going right now. We left our table open, and if we aren’t careful, someone might hijack it. We’ll meet up with you later.”

    The Marin family and the Maple family bid Zoey and Holly farewell as they go back to their table. Once it is clear in all of their minds that the two girls are out of ear sight, Norman gets down to business with Kelly.

    “Have you been making sure that May has been keeping to the training regimen that I recommended, Kelly?”

    “I’ve been doing by absolute best, Norman,” Kelly replies, “but I must admit at times to…letting her have some leeway. I know I shouldn’t, but you know your daughter. May can be about as stubborn as they come; probably only surpassed by Ash Ketchum in her level of stubbornness. But she gets no more breaks from this point forth.”

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    “You’ve been a nervous wreck all day, and it’s not even eight in the morning yet!” Zoey says to her invited guest as they go to sit back at their table, which fortunately remains unoccupied.

    “Can you really blame me, Zoey?” Holly questions of the younger girl. “I mean, I’m nineteen, and I’ve always been somewhat…bi-curious I suppose, but never thought that I would actually…you know. It burdened me so much that some nights, even though Conway probably didn’t know because he sleeps like a log, I’d just cry myself to sleep. I love him, but sometimes, I wonder if I might have missed out on something very special with someone else. I talked to him about this and made it a point that I would never cheat on him, and that I just had these feelings.”

    “To my pleasant surprise,” Holly continues, “Conway was fine with it, and even said that at times, he’s had these same feelings for one of his friends in Veilstone City some years after he began his journey.”

    “Say no more, Holly.” As the confident coordinator explains, “You name it, I’ve seen it this past year or so. You have no idea how many people in the same position as you are have come to couples like Kenny and I in our many rendezvous. It’s nothing to be ashamed of either way.”

    “We just feel embarrassed to admit this stuff because the people in power say that we should be embarrassed. They say this because they feel in their hearts that they know best and that everyone should know as they know, but the only problem is that they really don’t know. The fact is we are amorous beings, Holly. To not act upon these feelings would be real cheating. You’d be cheating yourself out of new experiences and trying new things and learning.”

    Leaning in to caress Holly’s cheek, Zoey continues, “I could tell when we first met that you’re one who likes to learn and grow by experience. You want someone that will take control and lead you to where you have to go.”

    “Well, I need someone to take control, honestly. Because…I’m really a virgin when it comes to…swinging.”

    “Well, you’re in luck,” Zoey says before she leans into what will be her first kiss with Holly.

    “But Zoey, what about all of these people?”

    “Like they really give a damn,” she comments. “Look, all they’re worried about is what they’re gonna do next. All I want you to think about is right now. Think about what you’ve known to be true for a while, and just let go.”

    Though initially apprehensive at the actions of her more experienced dance partner, Holly does exactly what Zoey tells her to and liberates herself from her inhibitions. She subsequently loses herself in the moment even more by closing her eyes as she leans into the kiss, gaily receiving the affection from this near perfect stranger.

    While Zoey may believe that no one could care less about who is kissing around them, there is a set of eyes that are looking at this scene very confused as to exactly what they are witnessing.

    As Kelly pretends to listen to Norman talk about the many ways that May can go about her afternoon appeal, Kelly sees her girlfriend’s best friend and one of her best pupils at Academy giving each other mouth to mouth. ‘Zoey, how could you do this Kenny? And Holly…why would you even go that route? I had no idea—I don’t believe…you’re cheating on Kenny! After everything you went through with Dawn and everything you said to us yesterday. Why?’

    “Kelly?”

    “What?” she blurts out in response to her father, who noticed his daughter’s very far away look on her face. Getting back down to Earth, Kelly apologizes, saying, “I was daydreaming. Thinking about May.”

    “I don’t blame you, Kelly,” Caroline assures with her signature smile. “Hey, you said that she wouldn’t be long. What’s keeping her?”

    Kelly can only say, “I don’t know. She probably ran into someone in the hallway. There are a lot of coordinators and good friends that are here this weekend.” As the trainer to the top coordinator turns her head slightly to the right, she notices that Zoey and Holly are just now letting go of the lip lock and sharing a light chuckle which is tantamount to a blush of embarrassment on Holly's part. She continues answering Caroline’s question, “Then again, she might just be looking for us here in this gigantic room like Zoey has been trying to find her boyfriend,” and Kelly puts a large amount of emphasis on the last word of her sentence.

    “Honey, what are you looking at?” Kelly’s mother asks.

    “Nothing!” she replies a little too quickly. “Nothing at all!” Though her intuition is telling her otherwise, Julia decides not to press the issue any further, instead opting to continue eating her meal and taking sip after sip of her cup of hot green tea.

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    damn the one who rated this fic 1 star...damn him/her to hell -_-
    Seriously, stuff like that pisses me off, since I really can't see anyone other than me who has reviewed this...so there really is no justice...

    oh, is the fact that Norman and Kelly are talking about May's training a referance to "Giving of yourself" ?

    And I really don't get why Kelly is so shcoked by what she sees ?
    I mean, wasn't she there when both Kenny and Zoey admitted that they were bi ?
    But then again...she must think kissing is cheating...who knows ?
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    Default Here's Chapters Eleven and Twelve!

    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    damn the one who rated this fic 1 star...damn him/her to hell -_-
    Seriously, stuff like that pisses me off, since I really can't see anyone other than me who has reviewed this...so there really is no justice...
    Honestly, if the person would have given me a legitimate reason for rating the story one star using constructive criticism that had nothing to do with the ships involved, I probably would have accepted it, but this person had to do this in the dark and that's what really ****** me off.

    I'm sure he or she had no reason other than not liking the ships for giving it a one star rating. You came into it not liking every ship, and you give each chapter a rave review. There really is no justice.

    oh, is the fact that Norman and Kelly are talking about May's training a referance to "Giving of yourself" ?
    I knew that the hint would be hard, and I was right. The reference to 'Giving of Yourself' actually had to do with Kelly being a professor at the Pokemon Academy in Rustboro City. That's the way that Kelly and May got reacquainted with each other because if you remember, after Drew cheated, May went to one of Kelly's internships. She's been teaching for quite a while.

    And I really don't get why Kelly is so shcoked by what she sees ?
    I mean, wasn't she there when both Kenny and Zoey admitted that they were bi ?
    But then again...she must think kissing is cheating...who knows ?
    Kelly does consider kissing to be cheating. She does remember that both Kenny and Zoey admit to being bisexual and was more surprised that Zoey would do that after everything they said in chapter four about being in an open and honest relationship. She doesn't know that they both allow each other to cheat and have sex with other people.

    This is where the hilarity begins. ^^ Kelly, despite being well on her way to becoming a doctor, is still naive. So is May, for that matter. They don't know what an open relationship is and when Kelly consults someone she trusts later on, he clears it up for her.

    That about covers everything except to say enjoy chapters eleven and twelve!

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    (Chapter 11- Saturday Morning Slapstick)

    The familiar whirring sounds from the automatic sliding doors of the main entrance to the Slateport City General Hospital deceivingly welcome May, Kenny and Conway inside. With very little in the way of hesitation standing in her way, May confidently walks to the desk of the main receptionist in front of both of her male companions. It shouldn’t take that long, maybe ten minutes at the most, for her to tell Drew and Dawn that she was the one ultimately responsible for sending the second generation pokemon coordinator to the emergency room.

    Face to face with the bespectacled assistant typing away at her keyboard in the midst of multiple ringing phones and flashing lights at her switchboard that serve to redirect calls to where they need to go, May says to the clearly busy woman in her late thirties, “I need to see Dawn Berlitz, please,” without even introducing herself by name.

    Looking up at this teen girl in her black sweatpants and bandana and noticing the two teens in the background waiting for her in one of the hospital wings, the receptionist scrunches her face for a moment, confused at this very deliberate request from this complete stranger. “And your name is?” she asks May.

    “May Maple,” she replies simply.

    The receptionist is shocked. The press had been at the hospital not that long ago upon hearing that Dawn Berlitz was hospitalized earlier that morning for headaches. The person that came with Dawn claimed that a ‘May Maple’ had gotten into an altercation with his girlfriend and caused her concussion, and here she is now, apparently wanting to see Dawn? She had to make sure that all of this was right. Flustered, she asks the girl, “Umm, may I see some ID before you see Dawn?”

    “That won’t be necessary, because she’s telling the truth,” says a voice walking down the wing and in the direction of May.

    “Well, fancy seeing you here, Drew,” May says insincerely.

    Walking up to her so that he can hear her breathe, Drew lowers his voice and comes close to May’s right ear, asking, “Can we talk alone?”

    Whispering in his ear, May asks back to her ex, “What in the hell do we have to talk about, Drew? All I came here to do is tell you that I put her here out of self defense, okay? She provoked me late last night by throwing the first punch. I had to defend myself, and I hit her, not meaning to knock her out. I just came to say that and get out of here as soon as I can, because just being around you for any great length of time makes me want to retch.”

    “I just want to talk, please, and then you can see Dawn.” The emerald haired one notices May’s fervent reluctance to his reiteration of his request. Drew then gives May an ultimatum saying, “If you don’t talk to me, you don’t see Dawn. Bottom line. You don’t see her and I will personally tell her what happened as I see it. You understand? So now, what’s your answer?”

    “Is everything alright, May?” Conway asks as he attempts to come closer to May and Drew.

    May immediately shoots him down by turning around and saying, “Conway, we’re fine, okay? If you want to help me, you and Kenny can wait in the waiting room. I promise I won’t be long. I just need to talk to Drew alone and then talk to Dawn and we can go back to the hotel. That should take no more than fifteen minutes. Deal?”

    Conway and Kenny both give May the ‘okay’ symbol and take a few steps in the direction of the first floor hospital waiting room at the behest of their female friend. May watches as Conway opens the door of the waiting room for Kenny, who graciously accepts his chivalry by going in first with the older male not that far behind.

    Once Drew knows that he will have his privacy with May, he non-verbally requests that she come with her away from the receptionist’s desk. May follows her former boyfriend over to an empty lounge at the other end of the first floor.

    As both of them remain standing inside of this lounge, Drew begins, “First off, I want to tell you that I believe your story, May. Dawn left our hotel room pretty angry at you and me. I called for an ambulance because I didn’t know else to do for her and I’m not gonna just leave her when she’s hurting.”

    “Oh, is that right?” May says in amazement, thereby interrupting Drew.

    “Can I finish? Please?” asks the calm male coordinator. May lets him finish and he continues, “You know, ever since you left me, I’ve seen this very piss poor…*****y attitude on your part.”

    “All right. You know what?” May stops Drew once again as she begins to get very ticked off with the person next to her. She points the finger in the face of the teen, explaining to him, “I did not come into this lounge to talk to you just so you could call me a *****. If that’s the case, then we are done.”

    May turns to leave, but Drew immediately responds by pointing his finger in her face, saying, “I did not, I repeat, did not call you a *****. I said that your attitude in recent years has been like that of a ***** or two that I’ve met in my day, so let’s just clear that crap up right here, right now. Don’t you dare twist my words, May Maple.”

    “Oh, just like you were going to twist my words to Dawn if I didn’t speak to you in private?”

    Drew has to take a moment and keep his composure as May has spoken the truth to him about just what he was going to do if she didn’t go along with his commands.

    “Did I strike a chord with you, Drew?”

    “Touché, May,” Drew replies as he clenches the bridge of his nose and turns away from his ex for a second before he goes off topic saying, “But there is something else that’s been on my mind since yesterday. It was all Dawn’s idea to do it, but we heard you guys talk yesterday along with Kenny and Zoey. Do you honestly think that you can find love in some other girl?”

    The question does not carry any shock value that Drew expected it would deliver due to Dawn’s revelation that she spied on May several hours ago. May smiles and answers “No. I can’t and I won’t ever find love with some other girl, because Kelly is not just some other girl. I love her with all my heart and soul. She is my rock and my foundation. She’s the smartest, most caring, loving, funny and affectionate person I’ve ever known, and she has more personality in her pinky finger than you could ever have in your entire body.”

    “May, you are not a lesbian!” Drew states. “Stuff like this can’t last! What about children? Eventually, you’re gonna want kids! And what about the media? You’re a public figure! It just can’t work for a girl like you. You’re not strong enough for it! Right now, you’re just hungry for some attention and you found someone that would give it to you without question.”

    “Well, that’s the way it should always be, Drew,” May responds with confidence in her words. “And as far as that other nonsense you’re talking about, whatever bridge Kelly and I come to, we will cross…together. She is the reason why I can easily get over a piece of trash like you who’s cheated on his ex-girlfriend and his current girlfriend.”

    “Oh, go to hell, May!”

    “Oh, did I strike another chord with you, Andrew?” May asks, now getting really cocky in her speech. “Yay me! Hooray me! Well, maybe I ought to keep it going! You want to know something really funny? For my entire life, I have always been attracted to the same sex. Yes, I was young when I first met Kelly, and wasn’t quite sure at the time, but you were around me more than she was when I began my journey. My family, my friends and your friends, even though they meant well, kind of pressured me into being with you, even though I…didn’t really want to talk about it at all. I was sorting out my feelings then and would get embarrassed at times. But here’s the clincher; I realized without a doubt that I was gay while I was with you.”

    “You…” Drew says, becoming irate at this revelation.

    “Yes, I,” May retorts with a near evil smile. “I knew it, but was too chicken to come out. I thought I could hide it, because you were good to me at one time. I thought I could just slip through the cracks. I thought I was lucky to find that one in a million man.”

    “You never were in love with me, were you?”

    “I drifted away from you a little bit after I found out what I knew to be true,” May responds, skirting Drew’s question in the process, “and I tried my best to love you, but I think even you saw that things were not working out. We weren’t gonna have that fairytale romance that everyone said we would and you drifted away from me. You cheated on me, and you can’t deny it. But through that, I found my ticket out. I should have left sooner, but the important thing is I left before it was too late.”

    Growing tired of the allusions and hinting toward his question, Drew gets directly into the face of his old flame and asks her one more time, “But did you ever love me, May?”

    Backing away and allowing the teen girl to answer his question, Drew waits for a one word answer to come out of the mouth of his ex. “I think…” May begins.

    “No,” Drew interrupts. “No thinking. Just answer my question with one word; did you ever love me at one time or another? Yes…or no?”

    Honestly, it’s not a difficult question for the coordinator who is supposed to be in training. She knows what the answer is and is not ashamed to say, “Yes,” she answers with one word just like Drew asked her to. “But that doesn’t mean anything anymore, Drew,” May clarifies, “because I don’t love you anymore. Besides, you have Dawn, and like I said near the receptionist’s desk, just seeing you at times makes me want to throw up! So now that you’ve got your answer and we’ve talked, I’d like to see Dawn now, please.”

    Putting his head down for a bit, Drew realizes that May has done everything that he has asked for and based on his own word, does deserve to see Dawn. “Okay. Dawn’s room number is 621.”

    “Thank you,” May says out of the kindness of her heart before she makes her way to the exit of the lounge.

    Before she can open the door, Drew says to his ex, “I just want you to know that I still love you, May.”

    This revelation causes May to stop and clench both of her fists, grit her teeth and shake throughout her entire body before she can leave the lounge. Drew is showing in her mind an incredible amount of audacity. She can’t just leave here without giving her former lover a piece of her mind.

    Turning around, May shows Drew just how irate his most recent comment has made her. Running so she can stand face to face with the coward in charmer’s clothing, she sincerely asks him as calm as she can possibly muster, “Are you retarded? Did you hear even a word of what I just told you? Yes, I did love you at one time, but those days are over, Drew! Do I need to spell it out for you? We are O-V-E-R! And if you love me so much, tell me where does that leave your current girlfriend Dawn?”

    “I like her,” Drew admits, “but…I don’t love her like I love you. I’m bored.”

    “Why in the hell are you even with her?” May asks dumbfounded at everything she is hearing. “You don’t see me with you, do you? No! Want to know why? Because I don’t freaking love you! That’s why! I’m only gonna be with people that I love, and you’re not even on the list! It’s simple as one plus one; if you don’t love her then don’t be with her, and don’t cheat on her with one of your best friends when you get bored!”

    “Oh, we’re back to that again, huh?”

    “You know, I wish you knew just how stupid you sound right now!” May tells Drew while he and she are still a nose’s distance from touching one another. “You’re ignoring your own shortcomings, yet can still find the time to point out everyone else’s alleged flaws. You’re telling a person you claim to love that you want them to go to hell.”

    This statement causes May to scoff for a bit before she adds, “You are a piece of **** that has never been faithful to anyone!” Leaning in as close as she can without touching Drew, May wraps up what she has said by adding, “And you can’t be faithful to anyone else in this world without first being faithful to yourself.”

    Whatever is within him that causes Drew to act out in this manner, he will never know, but something causes the teen to lean in and force himself onto May with a mouth to mouth kiss. To say the very least, it catches May off guard, especially when Drew clasps her back on both the right and the left.

    Knowing that a lot can happen in this position, May pushes off of Drew and with her being significantly taller, he has to take a couple of steps back to stay on his feet.

    “What the ****, Drew?” May yells in complete anger and hatred. “What are you thinking, huh?” she asks again before she slaps him as hard as the force of her right arm will allow across his cheek. While disoriented for that one moment, May grabs the coordinator by his black shirt and informs him, “Never touch me again, *******! Ever! You understand?”

    Shaking while in the grip of his ex, Drew finds it hard for the words to come out of his mouth, but May has a way of making him talk. Shaking him once again, May screams to Drew, “Do you understand me?”

    “Yes, I do,” Drew squeaks from his mouth, legitimately scared out of his shoes.

    “621?”

    “Yes, May. 621.”

    Getting what she needed the entire time, May thanks Drew by dropping him to the carpet on the ground. She leaves for the door once more, but doesn’t leave until she leaves the shaken coordinator with these parting words. “Follow me, and you’ll regret it. Oh, and I don’t think Dawn will appreciate the fact that you’re giving your ex Valentine’s Day gifts behind her back, either.” May then leaves the lounge and Drew for floor six of the hospital and Dawn.

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    (Chapter 12- Still a Girl, Nowhere Near a Woman)

    Through a simple following of arrows, most things in and out of this world can be found, but the coordinator in her black sweat suit and matching bandana could care less about what’s out there as opposed to what’s in—Room 621, that is.

    If Drew told the truth to her just like he promised not that long ago, then May should find one of her fiercest rivals in this aforementioned room. Although she knows she never should, she has to assume that she’ll find Dawn resting in her bed given her alleged condition. With all these thoughts and so many other thoughts about her breakfast date, her parents and her friends, she neglects to notice that she is now walking towards room number 625.

    “Oh, crap,” she says unconsciously as she realizes that her mind has been wandering on this and many other issues. As she chuckles at her minor gaffe, she turns on her heel and walks several steps to her ultimate destination. Seeing the sign with the number placed to the right of the partially open door, May also notices that the sign has tape on it with the name ‘Dawn D. Berlitz’ written on a strip of paper.

    “Okay,” May prepares out loud. She adds “It’s now or never,” and looking through the small crack in the door, she finds her younger adversary reading from the Saturday morning newspaper. To naturally get her attention, May raps on the door five times in quick succession.

    Putting the paper down on her food tray, Dawn looks up from whatever article, listing or comic she might have been reading to see the last face she really wanted to see at the moment. She’ll admit that she felt very off kilter earlier that morning complaining of headaches and some confusion. As stubborn as the top coordinator can be at times, she agreed to go at the behest of Drew, who called the ambulance to come get his girlfriend early this morning.

    Though initially reluctant to receive the treatment, she has had no complaints as of now. It was nothing that two aspirin, a good night’s rest and some careful examination won’t fix. In fact, when she woke up early the next morning, she felt very good; until Drew told her what he believed happened to her and who he thought caused the concussion.

    She says to this same person, who is behind the cracked door, “You know, you have a lot of goddamn nerve coming here knowing that you put me here.”

    Finally opening the door so she can come inside the room, May restrains herself from wanting to shake Dawn out of her shoes instead opting to say, “If you can remember what the heck happened, I only put you here out of self defense. But I didn’t come here to argue with you. I just came to tell you…”

    “More lies?” Dawn interrupts.

    “Shut up, Dawn!” May retaliates back to the resting coordinator. Holding back as best as she possibly can, May takes a few deep breaths to calm herself. The standing coordinator says once more to Dawn while looking at her from across her hospital bed, “What lies—you know what, I’ll say it again; I didn’t come here to get into a freaking argument with you. That’s not why I’m here. I just came to give you the truth. Nothing more and nothing less.”

    “What happened was that you cornered me in the bathroom, you slapped the taste right out of my mouth, and when you called me a…lesbian prude, you snapped something inside of this, Dawn!” and May accentuates her point by actually pointing to the top of her covered skull several times. “I cornered you, and apparently, the truth must still hurt, because you sought to beat the hell out of me for it. Luckily, I stopped you with, well…one lucky shot. And that’s the whole story. No bias, no boyfriends and no ********. You were wrong again, Dawn.”

    “You shut up, May!” Dawn now says to the storyteller before her. “Are you honestly trying to tell me that you didn’t deserve it? After everything that you’ve put my relationship through, you want me to believe anything that ever comes out of your mouth?”

    “What I did?” asks May nearly dumbfounded. It’s not that hard for her at this point to keep her cool as the previously resting coordinator becomes more and more ridiculous the more she speaks. As May listens to the sound of the beeping heart monitor that her counterpart is attached to, it’s obvious that Dawn has a lot of growing up to do. The feeling almost makes May feel sorry for the Twinleaf Town native. “Hey. I suppose I can’t change the way that you think no matter what I do. That’s what I get for trying to talk sense into a little girl.”

    Before interjecting herself into May’s quasi-lecture, Dawn gasps and says, “Screw you, May Maple, and to hell with anyone that thinks that I’m still a girl! I am sixteen years old, but I still hear this ****! I heard it from my mother when she said that she didn’t think Drew was right for me, I heard it from Drew when he tried to convince me that he no longer has feelings for you. Why does everyone insist on treating me like a child?” Dawn asks, tearing up at the end of her rant.

    “Simple; because you’re acting like a child!” May answers. “You are still star struck at the fact that so-called Type-A’s would give you the time of day in a clock shop. Gary did it, and so did Drew. I tried to reach out to you, though.”

    “Enough. I don’t need a damn lecture from the likes of you.”

    “I can see it in your eyes. You’re very scared.”

    “You don’t know me, May. Not in the least bit, so buzz off.”

    “I know where you’ve been and where you are. You are in the same situation I was those many years ago,” May claims, attempting to relate to her fellow female coordinator. “I wish I had someone there that could tell me that love was more than attraction and more than the physical. But you had that, didn’t you, Dawn?”

    “Okay, you’ve got a warning,” Dawn lowers her voice as a sign that she doesn’t want to hear this from the person across the room in the least bit. “No more about that, okay? He apologized. She’s gone, so it’s…done.”

    “No, it’s never done, Dawn. Like I told you over a year ago,” May reminds the coordinator, “Drew will get bored with you like he got bored with me.”

    “Get bent, dyke!”

    “It’s not what you’re called, but what you respond to, Dawn, and how you responded to warnings from me, someone who wasn’t a friend of you and quite frankly didn’t think much of you for what you did to me, was appalling. I hated you, but I nevertheless reached out to you, and you shot me down telling me I was crazy for saying that Drew would cheat on someone he truly loves.”

    “Well, I’ve got news for you,” May educates to the struggling student, “he does cheat. On me, on you and most important, on himself. Anyone can deny it when they don’t see it, but you’d have to be a damn fool to see the cheater—your cheater in the act, and still forgive him. I mean with how far he and Solidad go back…”

    “I said, enough!” Dawn screams as May just spoke the ultimate in buzz words. As if the tables were turned one year ago, she caught Drew in the act with Solidad at their hotel. While clearly distraught at the entire situation, she nevertheless decided to try to make things work with her beau. The reality of the situation, the pain and the act is just too much for this young girl to take on at once, so she decides to remove the problem. “Get out, May.”

    “Dawn, you can’t keep running from…”

    “I said get out!” she screams at the top of her lungs in an attempt to convince May that this is not the place she needs to be right now. Looking for something to throw, she attempts to reach for the vase of white roses on the dresser drawer, but can’t pull herself out of the bed to get it. Giving up on that minor conquest, she instead opts to throw the television remote control across the room. Seeing what Dawn is about to do prompts the older teen to leave her room and shut the door behind her.

    Once May is gone, the real Dawn Berlitz comes to the surface. With both hands over her the front of her head, the girl bawls her eyes out and the tears flow like river water down her face. She just can’t deny it. Everything that May told her before she was forced out was true. But by no means could she let it on that all of this scared her to death. What would people think if they knew that she couldn’t make things work with Drew?

    “What do I do?” she asks herself through tears. For her, it’s an honest question, but the only problem is that she has no honest answer. She is worried.

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    Default And now, here's chapter thirteen!

    http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4127100/...Grand_Festival

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    (Chapter 13- All Together Now)

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    The calm quiet that is the first floor waiting room makes it an easy atmosphere for anyone to open up, but for one of the two teen males sitting next to each other in the waiting room; it’s still a difficult process. Despite this, Kenny is trying. It’s been about ten minutes since they’ve come in.

    “Do you have any brothers or sisters?” he asks Conway.

    “Seth Ericsson is my younger brother,” Conway says, though there is still a great deal of hesitation in his voice. “You might have seen him in the Sinnoh League once or twice. He’s…gotten all the way to the quarterfinals one time. And I also have an older sister named Jordan. Those are my only siblings.”

    Kenny has gotten a decent amount of information about Conway. Though Kenny knows about the older guy’s many likes and dislikes and his long career as a trainer, he can see right through his emotions as if the older teen were transparent. Conway is a nervous wreck, and this is likely due to what he plans to do with Kenny late tonight.

    “You’ve never done this before, right? I mean, you’ve never had sex with another guy, have you?”

    Conway gives off somewhat of a forced chuckle before he inquires of Kenny, “What do you think? I mean to hear from your girlfriend that she had thought about it…it makes you come face to face with feelings that you’ve had throughout your life dating all the way back to kindergarten that you thought you could suppress forever, but…life is pretty damn funny.”

    “If it weren’t,” Kenny admits, piggybacking on what his future partner just said, “it’d be pretty damn crappy.” Turning serious, the Twinleaf town resident assures his older male counterpart, “But you don’t have anything to be scared of, Conway. If it helps at all, I want you to think of it like…the first day at a new school, or your first pokemon battle against a gym leader. You are just trying something new. And think about this; unlike the first day of school and your first battle, you have people who love and care for you right next to you the entire way. Holly will be there. Zoey will be there, and I won’t force you to do anything you don’t want to do, okay? You’re in the absolute best of hands.”

    For Conway, it is not as simple as being in good hands as it is being just plain scared. There are many things that come with activity considered to be very taboo such as bisexual swinging. The most glaring problem that arises is the stigma that comes with it if a person is found out. A person’s reputation can be shattered if this cat is ever let out of the bag.

    “Kenny, I’m just,” Conway begins, struggling to find the right words to explain what he’s feeling at the moment. “I was out of my hotel room early this morning thinking about all of this beforehand, and…I know you’ve said that it’s best to not think the way I’ve been taught to think. You said that I should think, or rather; see, through another person’s eyes. If I took your advice, then I shouldn’t fear the glaring unknowns but I’d embrace the unique differences that we all have. After tonight, we go back to…dare I say our normal lives.”

    “I’ll let that one slide,” Kenny says, quite perturbed at Conway’s use of his second to last word, “but that might as well be a four-letter word, so don’t use it again. I mean it. You were saying?”

    Somewhat jolted by the coordinator’s stern tone as it pertained to his previous comment, Conway takes a second to weigh his next answer to Kenny’s question, saying, “I’ve always been curious, and knowing that Holly has been curious has made me a little bit more comfortable.”

    “What’s your biggest fear?”

    “Getting caught and being found out is my biggest fear. Then to explain to people like my family and friends what you did without them first making heads or tails of the story would probably rank second.”

    “No one will be the wiser,” Kenny promises the trainer in green. “Just act like you would in an everyday fashion, and you’ll be fine. Okay?”

    Revealing this to Kenny and just hearing him speak helped the very antsy Conway relax just a little bit more. Feeling the tension of this scenario literally swell all the way up to his eyelids, the bespectacled teen’s vision is clouded quite a bit, so he takes a few seconds to clean his glasses and rub his eyes.

    While deeply rooted in his activity, Conway nevertheless hears Kenny say, “Eventually, we’re gonna have to kiss,” and the reminder causes the eighteen-year old to drop his glasses onto the carpet floor, though he does not break them.

    Picking them up, Conway examines the lenses and the frames and sees that there is no clear damage, so he quickly puts them back over his eyes. Taking a deep draw of the dry hospital air, he says to the younger but more experienced teen, “I know that.”

    As Kenny explains to Conway once more, “So society likely told you that it’s no good to rush into any sexual encounter and that we should pace. Well, believe it or not, they’re right...for once. All we are doing is speeding things up for our unique situation. We’ve gotten to know quite a bit about each other personally; this would be like we’re on our…second or third date together if we were chaste. It’s time to go to the next level and kiss.”

    Like he said, Conway had never done this before. They say that nothing can prepare people for the many experiences they will have in life and for an otherwise heterosexual male at the peak of his libido about to kiss another teen boy, nothing could be further from the truth.

    Hanging his head for a moment, the older male has to defer to Kenny. Looking up, he admits, “You’re right. We should try to eliminate the awkwardness before we actually…do it. Uhh…”

    “Just close your eyes and lean in, Conway,” Kenny directs. As the commander to this contact leans in while his eyes are open, he notices that Conway is going to miss his lips leaning forward, so he adjusts himself to Conway’s movement. Just a few seconds pass before lips touch lips and the two share their first kiss. Getting deeper into the kiss, the young adult is quickly losing any previous inhibitions that he had about this step, and he would even admit to liking his present activity with Kenny.

    Suddenly, the creak of the door leading into the room causes the two to have to pull away from the lip lock. The door of the waiting room is opened by May, who has returned from her visits with both Drew and Dawn to tell her companions, “Okay, Kenny and Conway. I’ve done my time, and we can go back to the hotel.” Once May closes the door behind her, she sees that the two teens are sitting next to each other looking as if they are about to be called in by the doctor themselves. Kenny appears to be sweating a little bit and Conway is tapping his right foot onto the carpet.

    “Is everything alright, you two?” she naturally asks.

    “Yeah,” Conway answers far too quickly.

    “Well, like I said, I finished my business, so we can go back to the hotel. I hope I’m not too late to have breakfast with Kelly. Come on.”

    At the behest of May, both young men get up from their waiting room seats and head back to the area of the automatic sliding doors that lead outside to the cool air of the early morning. Once outside, the two can clearly see the large arena that will hold first round appeals of the Grand Festival and the finals tomorrow. Not that far away from this arena is the hotel where all three are staying and where May wants to get to as soon as possible just to see Kelly once again.

    She is so anxious that she insists to running the rest of the way in a walk that takes less than five minutes at a leisurely pace. By running, she leaves both Kenny and Conway in the dust. While far behind May and assuming that she cannot hear either of them talking from behind, Kenny informs Conway, “You’re a pretty good kisser.”

    Flattered, the older boy replies like a giggling schoolgirl, “Thank you.”

    “I want you to take the rest of the morning and some of this afternoon thinking about your dos and don’ts list for tonight. The four of us will get together and swap lists away from everyone else, okay?”

    “No problem,” Conway says, and the two make an effort to catch up to the now sprinting May Maple, who is now running across crosswalks to get to the hotel. While the distance between the two gentlemen and May is nowhere near what it was just a minute ago, she is still far ahead the two as she can now see the entrance to the Slateport Milton hotel less than a block away. Knowing that the distance is shrinking with every step, May goes even faster, but rushing eventually catches up to her.

    As she sees the doors to the hotel, she crashes into another person before they can get to the doors. Both of them bang heads and come down to the concrete ground. Rubbing her head and moaning in response to her temporary pain, May hears someone ask, “Hey, why don’t you watch where you’re going next time?”

    The voice sounds familiar, but before May can turn around and find out who it is, another familiar voice calls out, “Harley!” Running to the scene, this young teen immediately comes to the aid of the older man, saying, “Harley. Oh my God, are you alright?” Not waiting for him to answer, this boy with glasses turns to the ultimate cause of the accident, asking her, “What the hell is your problem? Seriously what’s the big…” the young man has to stop when he sees just who he’s talking to. “May! Hey girl, how are you doing?” he exclaims before engulfing the older girl in a big hug.

    Eagerly receiving the hug, May comments, “Hey, Max,” and seeing his boyfriend get up from his temporary seat, May greets Harley accordingly, as well.

    While in this position, Kenny and Conway are able to easily catch up to May without further exertion. Seeing as they both know the male trainer and coordinator from the Hoenn region quite well, both teens from the Sinnoh region greet Harley and Max with a respectable handshake. Talking for just a little bit, May makes the suggestion that they move their discussions to the inside of the hotel. With no arguments from anyone, they move their discussion to the lobby of the luxury suite and into the direction of the dining hall.

    Once inside, May and the four gentlemen with her see that while the number of people inside the hall is still large, it is nowhere near as big as about half an hour ago when she planned on joining her girlfriend. Through the dwindling numbers in the hall, she finds it easier to spot a few people that she did not expect to see. Running to a table with four, she exclaims, “Mom! Dad!” before giving both Norman and Caroline a hug and a kiss and saying hello to Kelly’s parents too.

    “Well, it’s about time, May,” Norman says. “We’ve been waiting almost half an hour!”

    “Honey,” Caroline lightly scolds.

    “I…had to take care of something,” May half admits, “You’ll probably find out what it is before long.”

    “You’re forgiven,” Norman says, “but what I wanna know is—hey look who it is!” May’s father stops to see his only son come close to him along with his boyfriend and a few of their friends. The cycle of greeting continues as the Maples and the Marins greet Max, Harley, Conway and Kenny when they arrive to the table. Just a few scant seconds later, Zoey and Holly get up from their table and go to their respective boyfriends giving each of them hugs with Kenny giving the redhead a kiss on her forehead.

    Conversations aplenty are hot in the dining hall right now as this group of eleven branches out into different chats between the different groups. Zoey and Holly speak with Kenny and Conway naturally wanting to know where their beaus have been, Max talks with his father and Harley about how things are going in the Johto region at the moment with Harley and May speaks with her mother, Erik and Julia about her appeal and the dress that Caroline has made especially for May.

    Suddenly, once everyone has really gotten into their talks with one another a loud whistle sounds out within the dining hall, causing this pack of eleven to turn in the direction of the piercingly loud noise. All of these people turn to find Kelly with a whistle around her neck and no smile on her face whatsoever. Standing at both of her sides is the tandem of Brock and Pike Queen Lucy.

    Kelly begins, “It’s nice to see you all here in one place. Especially you May. You’re dressed for training.”

    “Hey, Kelly,” May greets and as she walks to her girlfriend, Kelly puts up her right arm as a signal for her to stop.

    “Like I was saying, you’ve been slacking in your training, May,” she informs the competitor. “Fortunately, your dad is here to monitor you and as you can see, I made a call to Brock and Lucy. Brock has a sparring partner in line for Blaziken and his girlfriend Lucy has several pokemon on site to practice moves with.”

    “Practice?” Holly questions out loud. Talking to Kelly, she informs her, “You know, Kelly, if you want to, Conway and I can give May…”

    “We’re fine. Thank you, Holly,” Kelly says sternly in an attempt to vaguely show her disdain for Holly’s most recent actions with Zoey. “Now let’s go, May. We have a lot to do and very little time to do it.”

    May takes in one deep breath and follows her girlfriend outside onto the practice field. Not that far away from the pair is each one’s respective parents at the tail of this human chain are May and Kelly’s good friends who’ve come to see her take the title and trophy for herself.

    The time has come for her to make perfect her practice. It truly is now or never for the Petalburg coordinator.

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    (Chapter 14- Dazed, Confused and Misunderstood)

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    With her backpack over both of her shoulders, all that’s left to put on is her white hat, though she wonders why she even bothers with that. Dawn has had more than her share to think about these past several hours as she gets ready to check out of the hospital with Drew and see his appeal. Though she is too proud to admit it to anyone, May was very much spot on with her words concerning Drew. Despite this, she doesn’t know what to do about it. She wants things with her current boyfriend to work so much that it hurts.

    Like being cheated on at least once that she knows of and many more times that she’s all but sure of, the pain does not increase bit by bit so much that the pain continues to stay within her like a burden and does not let up in its fervor. It stores itself within the recesses of the mind of the second generation coordinator and builds up like a stack of old newspapers just taking up space. It just hurts, but facing people that said that she should not tread on these dangerous waters would only add onto the shame she feels right now.

    While her head is down onto her chest, she looks out the window of her hospital room. Dawn gets a very good look at the Slateport Stadium. She thinks about the stadium and it makes her think about a much easier time in her life. The native of Twinleaf thinks about how she would travel with her former friend Zoey and coordinate in arenas sitting 50,000 or more people for Grand Festivals like the one she’s competing in right now. She thinks about this and is shaken from her thoughts from the opening of the door and the slithering of a real snake in the grass into the room.

    “Are you ready, Dawn?” Drew asks.

    After a second, she answers, “Yes. I’m all set.”

    Looking directly into the eyes of Dawn, Drew lets her know something of great importance. “You know, Dawn, I spoke to the officers that are stationed at this hospital…they told me that if you want, you could press charges on May for attacking you and putting you in here. I was wondering if you would like to press charges against May? I mean, you said so yourself that she admitted to it.”

    Dawn needs a moment. Her opinion on May in the last hour or so has changed now that she has gotten the chance to really think about what she said. No one has ever confronted her about the incident with Solidad until today even though it was over a year ago.

    While she still has a hard time remembering exactly what went down with her and May in the bathroom, she does have May’s words and Drew’s words to consider. While she knows that the coordinator with her right now has lied directly to her face, made excuse after excuse and asked for forgiveness time in and time out, May has no real reason to lie to Dawn given the fact that she doesn’t think much of her yet still tries to help in whatever way she can. The advantage goes to one May Maple.

    “I…I don’t think so, honestly,” Dawn admits alluding to which one’s words she preferred to listen to. “May did tell me that it was an accident that she knocked me out, and…I did leave our hotel room angry. Who knows what could have happened? Who knows what I was capable of doing in that angry a mood? I just can’t see it, and if I’m not positive of what I’ve done, I’m not comfortable with pressing any charges on someone else.”

    Drew shrugs it off and says to Dawn, “It’s you’re call. Come on. My appeal starts in about two hours.”

    “All right,” Dawn concedes, and with Drew leading the way, the two make a short walk to the front desk of the sixth floor and check out of Slateport Hospital. Once outside and walking to the arena, Dawn gets a much larger view of the stadium where she, Drew, May and several others will do battle with their pokemon and continue with traditions dating back many generations.

    In a daze and almost appearing to daydream as thoughts of the stadium cloud her mind, Drew asks her, “Are you sure that everything’s alright?”

    No amount of heart that goes into this question is worth the answer she was about to give, but what else could Dawn possibly say to make things better? “I’ll be fine. I’m just a little woozy.” Then, much like her childhood days, Dawn brings out those four magic words that once really did make things not so bad. “No need to worry,” she says to Drew as they continue to walk to every coordinator’s goal.

    If things were only that simple for Dawn once again. If things were only that easy, but life has way of leaving you in a daze at times. Life can make you feel alone even in the largest of stadium crowds, and life does not apologize.

    This, without question, is her life.

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    As the gallery consisting of everyone from breakfast with the lone exception of Brock looks on at the practice field before them, they really like what they have seen so far. The initial session began with some target practice for Blastoise, taking Gary Oak’s advice to look for more than just power out of the fully evolved water pokemon. After nailing that exercise, May went on to demonstrate her Kecleon’s color changing adaptations and other abilities outside of its normal type for several minutes, and then moved onto her only Sinnoh region pokemon and only electric type, Luxio. For several minutes, they worked on non-electric attacks as a means of charging up to a final electric attack rivaling those of her old traveling companion from Pallet.

    This activity involving three of her pokemon in her arsenal takes well over half an hour, but it’s all in the name of whom among her six is most ready for this afternoon and tomorrow evening’s action. While May merely gives commands to her good friends, the practice becomes very taxing for her as she watches her pokemon give it their all to show they are worthy for the challenges to come.

    “All right, May,” Kelly says stoically. “Let’s see what Skitty has to offer.”

    “Very well,” May replies and she takes out Skitty’s pokeball, throws it, letting out her cat pokemon for the gallery to see. Starting out slow with some tackles, double slap and some examples of assist, May gets into more complicated attack combinations such as using sing and charm together at once. As they go through the various attacks with Skitty, Kelly has to admit that she’s quite impressed with Skitty’s progress during training, though she doesn’t really show it. While May and the rest of her gallery also likes what she sees out of her pokemon, May doesn’t want to say anything to give Kelly the impression that she’s getting cocky going into her appeal.

    “All right. That’s enough for now, Skitty,” Kelly says, stopping the cat pokemon. “You’re doing a great job so far with your strength and cardio.” Reaching into one of her pockets, she pulls out a pink pokeblock, feeds it to Skitty and brushes her fur for a little bit. She speaks out loud, “My only problem with the pokemon is…May seems to show more aggression now, but I’m not seeing that kind of aggression in all of the pokemon.” Turning to May, she explains to her, “I’m happy to see the aggression, even though I have no idea where it came from. You really need it for this weekend, but even when you weren’t that aggressive, you were working in harmony with your pokemon, and I think that’s much more important.”

    Watching with Kenny to her right in the stands, Zoey agrees with Kelly’s opinion on coordinator-pokemon harmonics. She speaks, “You know, I completely agree with what you’re saying, Kelly.”

    May’s trainer really doesn’t want to hear from Zoey right now and Kelly lets her know this. “Thank you, Zoey, but nobody really asked for your opinion right now.” Without question, this confuses the people in May’s gallery a great deal, especially the tone in which Kelly spoke to Zoey, which was very offish and some might even consider rude.

    The short haired coordinator cringes for a bit because of the way the pokeblock princess spoke to her, but she doesn’t give it much more thought as she feels Holly rub her lap from her left side. This attention from the less-experienced teen causes Zoey to blush a tad bit, fortunate that no one around her notices the other part of her body that is currently red.

    Looking at this activity from the stands, the full-figured girl doesn’t pay much attention to May as she looks at both Zoey and Holly in complete disapproval. May until she turns her around, saying, “Hey, Kelly,” May says to her girlfriend so no one else can hear, “all she did was give her opinion. Honestly, I can use all the help that I can get.”

    “May, you…look.” How does Kelly explain this to May easily? “I’m sorry if you were turned off by that. It’s just that Zoey did something recently with Holly that…****** me off a lot.”

    “What? Zoey and Holly? What did they do?” May asks, not expecting that response.

    “They…I don’t want to talk about it with everyone here, so…” Kelly blows her whistle to get the gallery’s attention, exclaiming “All right! Let’s take a break for fifteen minutes, and then we’ll come back…” Kelly stops talking for a second because she notices Brock come running to their section of the practice field.

    Brock immediately whispers into Kelly’s ear, “I just made a call to the Charicific Valley, and Blaziken’s sparring partner should be here in less than twenty minutes.”

    “Perfect timing, Brock! Thanks!” Kelly eagerly replies. While in conversation with Brock, May called back Skitty and as she packs up her items laid out on her section of the practice field, Kelly walks back over to Brock, who now has his arm around Lucy’s shoulders.

    Kelly has a favor to ask of the Frontier Brain. “Say, Lucy. You heard what I said earlier about aggression. Skitty…is most likely first in line to be May’s pokemon for the first round appeal, so I was wondering if May could have a contest battle against your Skitty? We’ll have a little ‘anything you can do, I can do better’ with the pokemon. What do you say?”

    Lucy didn’t even consider that type of strategy, but she has a feeling that it will work. She responds to Kelly with a hum, shuts her eyes and gives it some more thought. If Kelly’s plan works, than May’s Skitty will likely fight for attention by assuming the role of the dominant Skitty over her own. She’s convinced that it will work…if she can coax her cat pokemon into taking a dive. Opening her eyes, she tells Kelly, “Sounds good. All right, I’ll get to work on that after the break.”

    Kelly thanks Lucy and the respective couples go in opposite directions with Lucy and Brock sitting back on the benches with the Maples, Harley and the Marins and Kelly and May heading for the locker rooms. As they make this walk, Kelly notices off in the distance Conway and Kenny talking off in the distance, but she also sees quite a ways away from the two teen boys both Zoey and Holly.

    “So, Kelly,” May begins while the couple enters the girl’s locker room, “now that we’re alone, just what is it about Zoey and Holly that has you so…****** off in your words that you couldn’t tell me in front of everyone else? I kinda saw it during breakfast. I know you’re in your ‘trainer’ mode right now and wearing that hat, but you shot down Holly saying you didn’t need her help and you did the same to Zoey just a few minutes ago. What’s up?”

    Kelly puts her right hand over her face for a second before she says, “Zoey is a goddamn hypocrite.”

    “Whoa! Whoa, Kelly!” May interjects at the language that her girlfriend is using. “Hypocrite? What makes her such a hypocrite and how does Holly factor into this? You still haven’t explained that.”

    “You know all of that stuff that Zoey talked about yesterday about how she’d never cheat on Kenny after that whole fiasco with Dawn, and how she and Kenny have an open relationship and don’t lie to each other?”

    “Yeah.”

    “It’s all ********, May,” Kelly answers fighting back tears, refusing to cry for a lowlife like Zoey. “Conway and Holly are both here, and before Conway and Kenny came down to the dining room with you, I spotted Holly and Zoey seated together a few tables away. As sure as I’m standing here, May, I saw those two kissing each other on the lips!”

    The only action that can come from the coordinator in sweatpants at the moment is a gasp of pure disbelief. “What?” she says outraged. “Kelly, that’s a big accusation to make.”

    “I know, and I saw them doing it! I swear! Both of them are two timing their boyfriends!”

    “Well, do you plan on talking to either of them about this?”

    “So they can deny it to my face?” Kelly questions, angry at the very idea of them being honest about something like this. “Screw that. I’m very ****** off at both of them for this ****, because this is absolutely uncalled for. I would never do anything like that to you, much less out in the open for the whole Grand Festival to see.”

    May doesn’t want to argue with Kelly when she gets like this. Despite that, it’s one of the things that she loves about her longtime girlfriend the most. Whenever Kelly encounters a problem or an injustice happening somewhere, she will be the one to champion said cause. There is no denying that Kelly believes every single word that is coming out of her mouth at the moment concerning Zoey and Holly’s wrongdoings, and if May were to believe in anyone walking this Earth, it would be Kelly. It’s hard to argue with what she’s saying for any casual observer. Though not completely convinced, May nevertheless plays along with Kelly’s assumptions, asking her “If we aren’t gonna confront them with this head on, than what do we do?”

    Kelly cannot think about that with a hot head, so she takes a few seconds and paces back and forth just outside of the lockers. With her head cleared, she knows the best way to expose the two teen girls. Smiling, she comes up with the most masterful of plans. “We make them crack. Allude to it in private. I know Holly better, so I’ll go after her and you can ask Zoey, but don’t talk about any specifics. Eventually, they’ll have to crack if we keep pestering them about this. But for now, let’s just keep a low profile and catch them when they least expect it.”

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    Well, first of all, I think May didn't come to tell Dawn, I believe she said that she had to tell Drew that she was responsible.

    They May and Drew reunion was much more intense that what I had expected !
    And, to say the least, much better than I had anticipated ^^ Great job !

    But even though May is feeling true love, I sense a bit of blindness and enclosure in her...she seems to categoricaly refuse everything that is thrown her way and wants everyone to accept her vision of things...
    like when she says that they're over, what does that have to do with him loving her ? He can love her, not her problem...

    You really portrayed Dawn as an insecure, scared shitless child...you're compelled to feel compassion for the girl

    And yeah...I just thought of one thing...Norman and Caroline's only two children both turned out being homosexual...man, they really are very understanding...and that's an euphemism xD

    Great work ! More characters, and I can't wait for the next !

    EDIT : Oh ok, so you posted while I was cathcing up on my reading...shame on you lol

    Kelly is quite the strategist, but nevertheless, we'll see how she piles the pressure on them xD

    Good work
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    Default Here's Chapters Fifteen and Sixteen!

    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    Well, first of all, I think May didn't come to tell Dawn, I believe she said that she had to tell Drew that she was responsible.
    I caught that error and it's been changed. Thank you.

    They May and Drew reunion was much more intense that what I had expected!
    And, to say the least, much better than I had anticipated ^^ Great job !
    I'm glad you liked the confrontation. It's one of the more popular scenes on fan fiction dot net and for me, it came out better than I would have imagined.

    But even though May is feeling true love, I sense a bit of blindness and enclosure in her...she seems to categoricaly refuse everything that is thrown her way and wants everyone to accept her vision of things...
    like when she says that they're over, what does that have to do with him loving her ? He can love her, not her problem...
    That would be a big character flaw on the part of May as far as thinking that she's right and everyone else should think the way she does. As far as Drew, well May's trying to tell him that even though he may still have feelings for her, it's pointless to follow through with them, because she can't love him back.

    You really portrayed Dawn as an insecure, scared shitless child...you're compelled to feel compassion for the girl
    She has perhaps the greatest dynamic in this entire story. Look for a shocker in upcoming chapters and see how she can rise up from her current angst.

    Things will become too much for the girl and she'll just say enough.

    And yeah...I just thought of one thing...Norman and Caroline's only two children both turned out being homosexual...man, they really are very understanding...and that's an euphemism xD
    The next chapter goes deeper into this.

    Kelly is quite the strategist, but nevertheless, we'll see how she piles the pressure on them xD
    Even though her work deals in nutrition, she will try and use psychology to get her former student to confess. Whether it will work or not is still up in the air.

    And now, enjoy chapters fifteen and sixteen and please stay tuned because we have two very good battles coming up in the not too distant future!

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    NOTE: The flashback in this chapter starts with the end of the one shot ‘Giving of Yourself’ and expands upon that.

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    (Chapter 15- Who Needs Grandchildren?)

    As the tandem of Kelly and May leave, their parents are left behind as well, to dwell and recollect.

    Norman turns to the father of his daughter’s girlfriend and wants to know, “They sure do make a great team, don’t they?”

    “Indeed,” Erik answers. “You made a great call making Kelly May’s trainer. I wasn’t too sure of it because well…Kelly’s not much of a battler and, no offense meant to her, she never will be. You can tell with her…coordinating is a hobby. Nothing more, nothing less.”

    “But she doesn’t need to be a great battler or coordinator, Erik,” Norman reminds his fatherly counterpart. “That’s the great thing. As an Academy professor, she motivates people in Rustboro City everyday, and I wanted someone to motivate my girl to give it her all. Believe me, if I wanted someone who was skilled at coordinating, I would have this person with May right now, but Kelly brings in more than just skills as a trainer. She’s counted on to be a leader, so there was no problem with that, but even that’s not what was most important. The thing that stood out for me the most and caused me to recruit Kelly for the job was an important factor of…trust.”

    FLASHBACK

    Opening the door to the house, the first thing that Kelly and May notice is the dozen red roses sitting in a glass vase in the middle of the kitchen table. A card is leaning against the vase with the name ‘Caroline’ monogrammed on the outside. The sign of long lasting love that her parents show make May confident that she can share even a portion of that same type of commitment with Kelly. Looking off to the other room, May sees her father sitting on the couch with a glass of some drink on the coffee table. It appears that he has been expecting his daughter for some time.

    “Come on, May. Kelly,” Norman insists. “Have a seat. Your mother said that you had something to tell me.”

    As both May and Kelly sit down together, they hold each other’s near hand and look to each other, affirming what they are about to announce. Seeing as Norman is her father, she begins by elaborating what she needs to let out. “You see, dad, earlier today, I had all of those valentines, and you told me that once I chose someone, I’d break a lot of guys’ hearts.”

    “Yeah, that’s right,” Norman confirms.

    “Well,” May continues, choking a bit on that last word as she holds back a chuckle, “I think after I tell you this, it’ll be clear that I’m breaking every guys’ heart. That’s why Kelly is here, because…she’s my Valentine, and her gift to me is herself, and mine is myself. What I’m trying to say is…”

    “No,” Norman interjects thoughtfully, “I think I know. I think I get it.”

    May has to hold back her laughter as she once again thinks to herself, ‘Daddy, you still have no idea. You’ll never get it, but that’s okay, because a lot of times, I don’t get it. At least that’s one thing that we have in common.’

    Regaining her composure, May is determined to make her statement to her father, barring all consequences that could result. “Dad,” she begins again, looking into the eyes of her favorite guy now and forever, “Kelly and I, we are…a couple. We have been a couple for almost two years. I’m…I’m a lesbian. Now, I know you might think that this came as a result of Drew, but I want you to know that Drew had nothing to do with this. I’ve just always felt this way.” Looking in the direction of her belle she continues, “I can’t explain it, she’s just amazing, and I also want you to know that I never intended to keep this from you and mom forever. I just needed some time.”

    Unlike many times when teens her age, older and younger come out, May is all but certain that her father will not react negatively to this news. After all, he found out that his only son is gay, and Norman remains an incredible influence in Max’s life, and helps his son’s boyfriend Harley out whenever he can with coordinating. Even with all of this, May has to hear from her father that this is okay. With that, the girl would be on cloud nine.

    His face isn’t showing any emotion at the moment. He’s opening his mouth. “You two are in love,” he tells May and Kelly. The top coordinator breathes out deeply and wipes the sweat off of her brow, relieved that her father is fine with her girlfriend. “No, honestly, I can tell that you two are in love, because you can’t explain it, but you don’t need to, because I’ve seen it.”

    “Your mom had talked to me about it one night when you had a sleepover. She said that she could tell the way you looked at each other during breakfast and…even though she said not to tell you about this, it’s pointless to keep this secret now. One day, she did catch you two kissing.”

    Kelly and May both gasp upon learning that both Norman and Caroline knew about them for a long time. Each one knows that since having sleepovers as a couple, even though the two have not had sex, they have always made it a priority to show their affection for one another.

    May has to hold back her laughter once again. It seems that no matter how hard she and her girlfriend try, they just can’t seem to keep their emotions in check, especially when they’ve been away from each other for longer than a spell. “What can I say?” she asks her father rhetorically. She honestly doesn’t know what to say, though.

    “So, I’ve known about this for a while now,” Norman reiterates. “Of course, I’m fine with it. I’ll love you and Max as long as there’s breath in my body, no matter what. Just be sure to take care of each other. Oh, and Kelly?”

    “Yes sir?” Kelly responds marking her first time speaking in this exchange.

    “You’re parents know about this, right?”

    “Yes, sir. They do.”

    Nodding a few times, Norman replies, “Okay. Again, all I’m concerned about is your happiness and your safety, May. The world won’t be as kind as your mom and I are, but with everything that happened with…him, you probably know that. But like I said, be there for each other. It’s like this old proverb that I heard once that can apply to any couple claiming to be in love; ‘Times will get tough, and the important thing to know is how to act when it happens. So fight when you have to, keep peace when you need to, but no matter what, always love.’ If this is all that you say it is, you should have no problem doing that. Okay?”

    “That was beautiful, dad,” May compliments. Kelly agrees with her girlfriend and at the non-verbal request of Norman, the two walk up to him while he stands up, and all thereof them share a group hug in the living room.

    Unbeknownst to the three, there is a set of eyes looking from the hallway leading to the bedrooms. It’s Caroline, who has just gotten up from her nap after she heard some conversation. Getting up, she found what she hoped to see; a pact and unity between friends, family and loved ones has been sealed this Valentine’s Night.

    Love, in its many ways, shapes and forms, is in the air, and this mother couldn’t be much happier for her child and her love than right this moment.

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    Some hours pass, and some souls are sleeping. As they sleep, these souls dream and hold fast to the people nearest to them in their dreams.

    Other times, though, all we are left with are two pillows, just like Norman.

    Thinking that he was holding onto his wife, he is left confused and wonders how in the world his wife’s skin could possibly feel like down feathers. Opening his eyes, he is given his answer; his wife is not even in there with him.

    Shaking the sleep out of his eyes and the rest of his body, Norman gets out of the bed wearing his blue and black striped pajamas, opens the door to leave his bedroom and searches for his better half.

    He doesn’t have to look around his house for long to find Caroline, who is standing by the open door of May’s bedroom, one would assume to watch her daughter while she’s sleeping.

    A call of “I wondered where you were,” breaks Caroline from her present thoughts. She turns and is reintroduced to a familiar pair of lips.

    It’s a quick return, as Caroline pulls away and prompts her husband to look at May’s bedroom. Listening to his wife, Norman looks at the bed, and cannot believe what he is watching. It’s May tucked under the covers, but right next to her in the bed is Kelly. Both girls are clothed in their own pajamas, and both have their arms around each other as they rest.

    While Norman continues to just look at the scene before him with his bottom lip quivering and his medium-brown eyes glossing over with the initial indication of tears, Caroline says, “I heard your conversation with Kelly and May earlier. It takes a real man to love their children no matter what and not be ashamed to show it.”

    Though Caroline expected that her gym leader would thank her for the compliment, she does not expect him to say, while pointing to the scene in the bedroom, “No one can ever tell me that that’s wrong.” Norman than wraps his arms around the loving frame of his wife, crying his eyes out, which is something that he hasn’t done since he was younger.

    He declares while in this position, “My little girl is growing up, dear. I hate it, but I love it at the same time because…I know I did the best I could. She’s ready, and she has great friends and family to keep her and Kelly in check. People may ask me one day, ‘Norman, if you had the choice to have two gay children or no children at all, what would you choose?’ I’d choose my children each and every time. Who gives a damn, really? What does it matter?”

    “Gay or not, I have the greatest children in the world, who in turn have the greatest partners that either could ask for. They’re saving themselves for when the time is right. I can trust Harley, and now I know I can trust Kelly. And that’s all that should matter.” And then, Norman says something that he never thought would come out of his mouth, “Who needs grandchildren anyway?”

    With all the strength that she can possibly muster, Caroline actually lifts Norman a couple of inches up so that he’s now standing back on his feet and gives him a hug while she chuckles at that last comment from her husband. In response, she claims, “I’ve heard that they can be noisy.”

    Through his tears, Norman is able to muster a chuckle from his system. His wife has always possessed a way with words, and though he’s crying, they are nothing but tears of joy, which he will gladly shed knowing that his daughter could not be happier on this fourteenth of February.

    All signs and arrows point to love, which not only trumps all, but is the greatest gift of them all, as well.

    END FLASHBACK

    “Of course,” Julia chimes in. The reason why her daughter was chosen above anyone else is as clear as crystal. “It all makes sense now.”

    “The next day,” Norman further elaborates, “we had breakfast together and what not. I got Kelly alone and told her that I know about her and May sleeping in the same bed together. She said, just like I thought she would, that she and May haven’t done anything. I told her I believed her and though I would have preferred you asked me first, I’m fine with it. I said to her ‘I have something more important that I want you to do for me and May,’ and I asked her to train May for the Grand Festival.”

    “Initially, as you might expect, she didn’t really take to the idea and she used the same excuses that you mentioned. But as I explained to her, something is telling me that you’re the one for the job. I told Kelly that May trusts you and will listen to you. I’m a bit saddened to say that she’s getting to that age where she might not listen to everything I say, but like I told Kelly, you hold her heart. At this point, she still wasn’t convinced, but I finally got her to agree to it when I said I’d let her stay and train May over the next month.”

    “And let’s give credit where credit is due, dear,” Caroline interrupts. Turning to Erik and Julia, she says, “Thank you both for allowing Kelly to stay with us and travel with May for this length of time. I know how you feel. I have trouble letting my kids go, but I know eventually, they all have to.”

    “Here, here,” Julia agrees.

    “With what we’ve just seen in just this past half hour,” Erik compliments, “I know that it was time well spent. You’re right, Norman. They do make a great team.” That much Erik says to his wife and the Maples, but he thinks, ‘and they’re gonna remain a great team when they get married.’

    “I don’t know about you guys,” Caroline adds, “but I want to see some more! What do the kids say? I’m…I’m pumped up for this! This is off the hook! Tight! All that and a bag of chips! Did I get that right, Norman?”

    While the Marins teasingly laugh at Caroline’s attempt to be ‘hip’, Norman answers his wife with a simple, “You’re asking the wrong guy, honey. I haven’t been hip since leisure suits went out of style.”

    “Oh, Norman! I’ve got you beat!” Erik brags. “Caroline just really likes the Grand Festival so far and wants to see some more. That’s all she said.”

    “Really?” Norman asks confused. Turning to his significant other, he inquires, “Honey, why didn’t you just say that? You had me here scratching my head wondering what language you were speaking.”

    Once more, Norman’s small case of absent-mindedness comes to play, causing the proud parents, sans Norman, to laugh up yet another storm.

    It’s ironic, seeing as there is not a cloud in the sky on this sensational Saturday morning.

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    (Chapter 16- The Future is Now)

    In the backstage area of the Slateport Stadium, upcoming coordinators go about their final activities before attempting to qualify for the second round. Over 300 coordinators throughout the pokemon world migrate to this city and form the epicenter of the Hoenn region. It is the dream of every coordinator, young and old, to get to this point.

    Going beyond this point is what coordinators hope for night in and night out.

    Backstage to do her appeal in just a few minutes is one of the most popular young veterans in all of the sport. Thirteen-year-old Sandra Van Hollen is standing nearby the tunnel which serves as the entrance to the main arena floor. She is that rare but effective combination of style and substance in her white blouse with a black faux leather jacket, a knee-length plaid skirt and dark blue croc style shoes. In her mind, she is all ready to go do her appeal, but in the mind of another person, that is just not the case.

    “Let me just check your face one more time,” says a tall, thin and dapper mother named Savannah Van Hollen, who is Sandra’s mother.

    “Mom! For the last time,” Sandra responds with whining, “I’m fine! If you check my face, then you’re gonna want to check my outfit and then check my shoes, and then my pokeballs to see if they’re in place, and after you’re done with all of that, you’re gonna want to go back to my face! How much more ready can I possibly be for this?”

    “I understand, dear,” Savannah concedes, “but this will be the first time that you and I will be competing in a Grand Festival together. I would really like for us to go to the second round, and…I want you to be at your best like I’m gonna be. Your pokemon aren’t going to be the only ones who are judged in this appeal.”

    Rolling her eyes, Sandra is implicitly trying to let her mother know how perturbed she is at the moment. “Mom, I know that. This will be my third Grand Festival. I should be an expert on this whole thing by now. What to do, where to go, how to conduct yourself, the whole nine yards. I’ve got it! When I was eleven, I did pretty darn well all by myself in the Kanto region. I got to the quarterfinals the next day. I was ranked amongst the top twenty-five of coordinators in all the regions in my very first year! If I’m not ready now, I never will be ready!”

    “Sandra Van Hollen?” shouts one of the male producers of the Grand Festival, “You’re on in thirty seconds. Okay?”

    “No problem,” said the coordinator, who was quite anxious to get this over with. Unfortunately, she felt that her mother was holding her back for some reason. “Mom, once more, I will be fine. Don’t worry about me here. Just concentrate on your appeal, because if you don’t make it through, our plan to go to the second round together is dead. I have to go now.”

    Sandra leaves her mother with those final lasting words before she makes her way to the tunnel entrance and walks out in front of a near-capacity crowd. As the tens of thousands of people cheer for the second generation coordinator as she walks to the main stage to begin her appeal, there is only one person in the entire arena that will admit to being downtrodden.

    ‘She shows so much of that fire and determination that I had at her age,’ Savannah wonders. “I just wish that she could slow down some,” she speaks for however many people are in the backstage area. As Sandra makes her way onto center stage, she listens for the public address announcer to call her name before she happily receives the chants from the audience once again. Savannah is watching all of this from a television screen backstage. “My goodness, she’s growing up so fast. It’s like I’m living my childhood all over again. I know I have to tighten the reins at times but…she does make some great points. I just wish this wasn’t so hard to watch at times.”

    It had been Savannah’s dream to be a top coordinator and Grand Festival champion for many years, but when she became pregnant at the age of nineteen with her only daughter, those dreams were deferred as all of her efforts and planning now had to be focused on her child along the way.

    But plans have a way of changing at the blink of an eye.

    Savannah and the man who she had Sandra with had planned on taking care of their baby together without any concerns. After all, they were in love and despite this coming sooner than they and their family would have wanted, they accepted the choice they had to live with. His name was Connor Jackson, a young officer of the law for Mauville City.

    Things were going fairly well for the young couple when one night while working on a call of some stolen bicycles, one of the alleged criminals took out a gun and shot Connor several times in the chest and once in the head. Though he suffered no gunshot wounds to his chest, the one shot to his head proved to be an unlucky one as he tragically died from the blood loss.

    The loss of her partner put her in a grave state of depression for several months. Here she is a teenager, pregnant and the father has recently passed away. Her future appeared to be very bleak but a conversation with her mother set Savannah straight. She claimed that while Connor is no longer here, a piece of him still is in his child on the way.

    These words from her loving mother along with some counseling were able to turn her mood from negative to positive in time for the arrival of her child. Sandra Connor Van Hollen came into the world some months later giving her reason to live every day from that day forth to the fullest.

    As Sandra grew, she got a hold of a tape lying around of her mother in her coordinating days. Savannah caught her watching it and instead of being angry, she sat down and explained the entire situation saying that it was her dream to be a great coordinator, but that that’s all in the past now.

    Always being one to cheer up and reassure her mother when she needs it, Sandra suggested that she could still be a great coordinator if she wants to. She told her mom that just because she has a child, that doesn’t mean that she has to give up on her dreams. Initially, Savannah didn’t want to hear a bit of it, but when her parents whispered the same sentiments, she sought to continue her career while at the same time being the best mother she can for her daughter.

    Through the many groups and organizations she is a part of, the bond between the two is strengthened and the memory of Connor Jackson remains alive in the two as they both wear memorabilia in his honor. While Sandra wears his badge as a necklace, Savannah keeps Connor’s nametag in her pocket. Through this tragedy nearly fourteen years ago, this family has been made much stronger in its bond. It’s enough to make a proud mother cry, which Savannah is near tempted to do while watching her daughter at work.

    “Savannah,” a voice softly calls while tapping the young mother on her shoulder, “are you okay?” She doesn’t even need to turn around to know that the concerned person asking about her is Drew. Before she turns to meet the coordinator, she inconspicuously wipes a single tear from her face.

    Quickly turning to her side, she indeed sees the coordinator from LaRousse and her mood is quickly changed to a positive one. She smiles as she knows the great reputation that Drew has crafted over the years and the influence he has been for her at times. It is no surprise that he has always been a popular figure with many of the ladies and female fans of pokemon coordinating, including the group that Savannah represents in the ‘Mothers for Pokemon’.

    “Forgive me if I say that you looked very down over there watching Sandra do her appeal. I wouldn’t know, of course, but is it…tough watching your child knowing that she’s doing so well in her craft?”

    “I’ll admit that at times, it’s tough,” she says. “My girl is like a rock star in this business and she’s only thirteen. I was just like that in my day and at her age. I lived fast, and that has its consequences. Knowing what I know now, it’s my job to keep her from all of that. But it’s hard, my goodness is it hard.”

    Shrugging off her apparent sadness for now, Savannah places her focus back onto Sandra, who has just wrapped up her appeal with her Marshtomp to rave reviews from the five judges.

    “It seems like Dawn and I are gonna have some competition for the second round tomorrow,” Drew quips as the judges now flash Sandra’s score up on the big screen. She really did impress getting two nines from both Contesta and the Slateport City Nurse Joy and a perfect ten from Suziko and the other two Joys, placing her grand total at forty-eight. She is all but a lock to be one of the twelve competing tomorrow.

    “Speaking of Dawn, where is she?”

    “She went to lie down for a bit. You might have heard she had a bit of an accident and suffered a mild concussion.”

    “I did. Will she be alright to compete in the Grand Festival?”

    “She should be, and for precautionary reasons, the officials are gonna give her the last appeal of the night. I asked her if she’d like to see me do my appeal from backstage and she…Dawn said she’d think about it.”

    “I’m here!” a third voice sounds out. Coming from a door leading to the backstage area is Dawn Berlitz looking none the worse for wear after leaving the hospital less than two hours ago.

    Giving a quick kiss to Drew on the lips, Dawn explains, “I asked the front desk to give me a wake-up call at 9:35 a.m. so that I could see your appeal. Glad I’m not late.”

    “Me too,” Drew answers as a young teen makes her way back through the tunnel in the opposite direction. Everyone in the area either applauds Sandra’s efforts or they say hello to her if they haven’t already done so. Savannah gives her daughter a big hug congratulating her for performing so well under pressure.

    “Yeah, you’re really giving the old guard a run for their money,” Dawn says.

    “She could end up as one of the best, just like your mom, Dawn.”

    Dawn is a bit ticked off that her mother Johanna is being mentioned by Drew of all people, but she doesn’t let Drew know this at all.

    Through the current silence, Sandra says to her mom, “Well, all I really care about right now his how you do, mom. Come on. Let’s grab something to eat before your appeal.”

    “Okay, Sandy,” Savannah retorts. “Let’s go, and Drew? Good luck in your appeal. You too, Dawn.”

    Both coordinators thank Savannah for her support as she and Sandra leave the backstage position by heading for the nearest direction.

    “Those two are great, aren’t they Drew?”

    “They certainly are.”

    “So you start your appeal,” Dawn looks at her watch and sees that in just a few minutes, Drew will be on stage. “You start any minute now.”

    “Drew Emerson?” the same producer that called Sandra calls to Drew, “You’re on in thirty seconds.”

    “That’s my cue, Dawn. Wish me luck,” he says, leaving his girlfriend with a kiss and like Sandra before him, he goes through the tunnel, receiving more cheers and applause than Savannah’s daughter did.

    Despite many of the unspoken problems that she has had with her boyfriend over the years, watching Drew coordinate has always been a real treat for her ever since first meeting the expert trainer.

    As Dawn watches the emerald-haired one being introduced to the crowd, she hears the voice of an angry woman asks, “Where’s Drew? The producers said he was here.”

    Turning around, the young Berlitz immediately regrets the action.

    “Solidad,” she irks out of her mouth like bitter medicine. She looks up to her face and then notices the stroller that she’s pushing and the young baby with a blue hat over its head inside. She is immediately confused by all of this.

    Coming to her own conclusion, she asks “You had a baby?” Solidad nods in response. “What—how? What happened? And who is he?”

    Solidad tends to this boy, who appears to be sleeping, and she doesn’t say a word to the young lady closest to her. Dawn notices a small tuft of green hair poke out of his hat. Everything around her seems to stop for a second as the second generation coordinator fears that the absolute worst is true.

    “Solidad?” she timidly asks once again while the older woman tends to her child. “Who is he?”

    After getting up from stroller level, Solidad levels with Dawn and explains, “This is Damien Donovan.” After a pause, Solidad adds what she likely thought that the teen coordinator wanted to know. “My son with Drew.”

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    (Chapter 17- How Not To Approach An Open Flame)

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    “So we’re just waiting for May to come back to the practice yard and train with this…sparring partner that her trainer Professor Cruz-Marin has lined up for her,” says Holly while talking to a loved one on the telephone. After waiting a few seconds for the person on the other end of the line to finish, Holly answers, “Okay. I love you too, dad. Look for me tomorrow, alright? Thank you and I love you,” she concludes, shutting her phone in the process.

    As she closes her cell phone, someone immediately seeks to speak with her. “Hey Holly,” this person greets, forcing the Sinnoh native to turn around and see Kelly come walking up to her with a big smile on her face. Needless to say with the way the lilac-haired girl has spoken and acted towards her since everyone came together in the dining hall, Holly is more than a little bit caught off guard with the way Kelly currently looks.

    “Hi Kelly,” is the only way Holly knows how to respond to this cordialness. Risking the possibility of her head being verbally chopped off, Holly says to her former professor, “Look, forgive me if I seem like I’m reaching with this, but I’ve noticed that in the last hour, you’ve been pretty…distant towards me. Was it something that I did?”

    ‘Ooh, Holly,’ Kelly thinks, ‘you are not gonna get off that easily on me, girl. For what you’ve done to Conway and what Zoey has done to Kenny, you don’t deserve any sympathy.’

    “No, you’re fine, Holly,” Kelly assures her former student. “I’m sorry that I might’ve seemed distant towards you or Zoey.” Kelly, though a major in nutrition, is using psychology to a ‘T’ by mentioning the name of Holly’s future partner. Though few other people would even pay it any mind, Kelly sees that the pokemon trainer cringed a little bit upon the mentioning of the tomboy’s name. If she wasn’t sure that Holly had something for Zoey even after seeing the two teen girls kiss, then she knew it now.

    “It’s just that ever since May’s dad gave me the responsibility of training her, I’ve been taking it extremely seriously. We have a training regimen, and I don’t want to break it for fear that I’ll over exert her or her pokemon prior to the appeal and the second round. So if I seemed very snippy at all, that’s why.”

    “Oh no problem, Kelly.”

    As Holly turns to leave for the practice field, Kelly stops her. She asks Holly up front, “I know that it’s been a while since I’ve taught you, but just what’s the story behind you and Conway Ericsson getting together?”

    “Conway?” asks Holly. Feeling comfortable in this conversation with her old professor, she answers, “Well, Conway I’ve known since I was…maybe fifteen or sixteen years old. Honestly, how we got together is funny, because I had a crush on another trainer. I felt that I had let him down at one time, so I took time off to learn as much as I could about pokemon training from top to bottom.”

    “So you wanted to impress him by becoming a better trainer. Am I right?”

    “That was in the plans. So that’s when I spent my time in Academy. I had my one class with you, but I stayed in Rustboro and found another trainer that I met back in Hearthome City. That trainer was Conway and when I first met him, even though I’ll admit that it’s shallow, I always thought he was quite the geek. When we were in our Pokemon moves class, I got to see…just a great guy. I forgot all about the other trainer, even though now we’re now really good friends.”

    “I got to see first hand just how great a team we were in battle when all of our class participated in a tag battle tournament. The thing is Conway and I didn’t win. Even though I felt that I let him down, he reassured me that I did great. I wanted to run away because I believed that I did it again. He told me that I had to stop running away when things didn’t go my way. He suggested that we talk over some coffee, and I said yes.”

    “And the rest is history?”

    “Yeah. That’s how Conway and I got together.”

    Deciding to put her master plan into action, Kelly asks her former student, “You’d never do anything to…hurt him, would you?”

    “No way.” Crossing her fingers in front of Kelly, she explains, “Conway and I are like this. He got me out of a depression that I had. I still have it at times, but he’s helped me out tremendously. He’s real cool about a lot of things and I feel like I could talk to him about anything that’s on my mind.”

    “Yeah it’s rare to find someone that will give you unconditional love,” Kelly says, playing into Holly’s games as long as she can muster. “I’m happy to have found someone just like that in my girlfriend.”

    That was the last thing that Holly expected to hear from Kelly. She had to make sure that she wasn’t hearing things. “G-Girlfriend? Professor…”

    “Yes, Holly. I’m gay,” Kelly informs the older teen without a problem. “It’s nothing to be ashamed of at all. All I’ve done is fall in love with someone, who happens to be a girl. Do you have a problem with that?”

    “No! No, I don’t honestly,” Holly defends. “I just…it…who’s your girlfriend?”

    “May.”

    “May is your girlfriend?”

    “Yes, Holly.”

    “Wow. I…” Holly is legitimately shocked out of her thigh-length boots. “I never even thought…I never even suspected it of May…or you, for that matter. That’s just something that never came up, and I’d like to believe that as teacher and student, we were pretty close. With all the times after school you helped me when I needed it and all the people you’ve referred me to, I just never thought that it would be much of a problem. And…I’ve always felt that that was something that you do in private.”

    “Why, out of shame?” Kelly inquires, almost insulted by that last remark from Holly. “That’s only for people that are afraid of themselves, but I’m not. The only reason I kept it secret is because there are some bigoted people in the Academy staff and elsewhere. They don’t bother me though. I am living happily as a gay woman, and I have no problem looking myself in the mirror every morning, because I love myself and my girlfriend a great deal. In fact, I plan on proposing to her very soon. If you love yourself, then it shouldn’t matter who you’re with. You said you always thought that it was something that should be kept private. What did you really mean by that?”

    If Holly Samantha Rockwell was not nervous before in her conversation with the professor, then she is definitely nervous right now. Much like May and her embarrassment towards romance, Holly felt the same way about her future encounter with Zoey and all of her prior attractions towards other girls in her life. “I just—could you not tell Conway about this?” Nodding, Holly gets her cue from the younger teen to continue. “I’ve always been…bi-curious I guess is the best way to put it, and have always wondered what it felt like, even though I’ve never done any experimenting when I was younger.”

    ‘Damn,’ Kelly says in her head, ‘I didn’t think it’d be this easy to get to the bottom of this. Maybe I should pull the trigger right now.’

    “Look, Holly,” Kelly tells the older woman, “like I told you, there is nothing to be ashamed of if you love yourself, can accept yourself and can look at yourself in the mirror. But I want to talk to you right now about Zoey.”

    The taller woman gasps, not expecting to hear something like that at all from Kelly. Even though her Academy professor says that she should feel no shame, it’s not necessarily something that she wants to talk about at the moment, and she lets Kelly know this. “Professor Cruz-Marin? I’m sorry, but I’ve said too much already. I’ve—I’ve gotta go now. I’m sorry.” Holly then runs away from Kelly much to the professor’s chagrin.

    “Holly?” she calls following her student. “Holly, come back here! You can’t keep running when things don’t go your way! Talk to me, Holly!” she screams as she chases the scared girl around the Slateport Stadium premises.

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    Hitting the button for bottled water on the vending machine just outside of the ladies locker rooms, May gets her one liter bottle of water to quench her thirst that she’s had since earlier that morning. After speaking to Kelly about the misdoings of Zoey and Holly towards their boyfriends Kenny and Conway, May asked for a little bit of time alone to think and reflect on everything that she heard from her girlfriend earlier. In a few minutes, she is supposed to be back on the practice field to continue her training.

    Until that time, May has decided to just walk around the open area some and enjoy her water while on the impromptu trek. Even after walking for two minutes, May has to admit that the story about Zoey and Holly cheating is very farfetched no matter what Kelly claims to have seen. ‘That just sounds so crazy,’ May thinks. ‘Yeah, Zoey is bisexual, but Conway and Holly have been happy for a long time. I mean, a very long time!’

    “May?”

    The bandana wearing coordinator turns around and sees Zoey carrying a bottle of a beverage for herself. Walking up to May, Zoey says, “Hey, May. What’s up? I would have asked you while training, but…I don’t know if I would have upset Kelly or not.”

    “Oh, don’t worry about Kelly,” May assures. “She’s just really into training me and getting it down pat before the appeal. If she is a bit…snappy, then don’t take it personally. She’s just ticked off about something really…odd.” Half explaining Kelly’s anger towards Zoey, May notices off in the distance Kenny and Conway sitting off into the distance near one of the empty stadium canopies.

    “Ticked off?” Zoey asks out of confusion. “What could she be ticked off…” the short haired one stops speaking for a second as she hears her phone ring. Checking the outside screen, she sees no number. What she does see is that the phone call is from ‘DAD’. “May? Hang on a second. I have to take this.” Turning away from her friend from Petalburg, Zoey answers the phone with a, “Hey, daddy. Yeah, things are going well here in Slateport. Yeah, Kenny’s doing alright. He’s not next to me or anything. He just went off to take a break.”

    Not really wanting to eavesdrop in what is Zoey’s family matter, May instead focuses on both Kenny and Conway off in the distance. Whatever conversation these two teens are sharing, it is clear that the two are really into what they are talking about. May allows only a chuckle to come out of her mouth before she sees Conway flick some of Kenny’s hair away from his face.

    By no means did May expect to see this happen, and it left her with far more questions than answers. As she watches both Kenny and Conway look at their surroundings, she turns away in the hopes that they are not able to see her. Tempted to turn around and find out what happens next, May does exactly that and immediately regrets the action. What she finds are the two teenage boys from Twinleaf Town and Veilstone City French kissing each other from underneath the concrete canopy of the stadium.

    May has to catch her breath when she sees this happening. She can’t believe how overt the two are being and with Kenny’s girlfriend not that far from them! While Kelly might have thought that she saw Zoey and Holly intertwined, she found it difficult to believe, but there is no way in which the Petalburg native can deny what’s in front of her right now. She is speechless as she watches the two of them now start to add some tongue into their smooching. She has to tell Kelly about this and set her straight, so she leaves her friend Zoey without any warning. She is still preoccupied with her phone call to her father.

    “Yeah, you can watch the Grand Festival matches tomorrow on Fuji Television,” Zoey informs her father. “I think the time is…one o’clock for the opening ceremonies and then at 2:05 they have the first round matches.” Turning around, she asks, “Say May, do the matches…” Zoey stops as she does not see May anymore. Wherever she is, she is obviously not here.

    Getting back on the phone with her father, Zoey tells him, “Just check your listings and you shouldn’t miss a minute. Okay? I’ll talk to you later tonight. Give mom my regards. Okay. Bye now.” Hanging up the phone, Zoey turns around again and gets a look at her surroundings. There are still plenty of people walking by either getting to the arena to watch the round the clock appeals, kids and their parents buying up all the trinkets and food outside the arena and a couple that has no problem showing their love to one another, even at the risk of being found out.

    As Zoey watches these two guys release themselves from their stranglehold on each other, she sees their faces and laughs out loud. She laughs so hard that the two look off into the distance to find Zoey spotting them from afar. While Kenny laughs along with his girlfriend, Conway becomes very red in the face upon being found out. Yes, it’s Zoey and yes he knew that she would eventually see this, but that doesn’t make it any less embarrassing.

    Waving to both boys, she leaves to head back to the practice yard. ‘Well,’ she thinks, ‘it’s good to see those two are getting along well.’

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    My thoughts : you updated really too fast for me this time xD

    But I liked chapters 15 and 16 for the lenght and time you took to dwell on the character's backgrounds, gets you to know better who you're dealing with ^^
    Though I was disappointed that Solidad's appearance was for now, very short and abrupt...
    Chapter 17, timewise, is happening right around the same time Dawn meets Solidad, and Drew has his appeal, right ?

    And the thing now, well, Zoey knows what's going on, and what it means, May and Kelly know what's going on, but not what it means...drama
    Because of serebiiforums, my Life has been put on hold...

    ...wait, that sounds wrong...
    ...yeah, it's the other way around.

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    Default Time to 'Get Into the Game' with Chapters 18 and 19!

    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    My thoughts : you updated really too fast for me this time xD
    Everyone says that I update this story very quickly, including the reviewers on fan fiction dot net. I will admit I have a tendency to be quick in my updates, but I doubt few people will complain. That just means that they get more story quicker.

    But I liked chapters 15 and 16 for the lenght and time you took to dwell on the character's backgrounds, gets you to know better who you're dealing with ^^
    That is one of my favorite aspects of those chapters. You get a sense of what they feel as the story takes a more introspective approach as far as characterization.

    It also gets you behind certain characters and against others as well. ^^

    Though I was disappointed that Solidad's appearance was for now, very short and abrupt...
    Solidad's role will get bigger as the story goes on. By chapter 25, I'm taking a break of about six weeks so I can work on other projects, one of which you'll see on this site in the next week or so. For now, her role will be minor, but will increase as time goes on.

    Chapter 17, timewise, is happening right around the same time Dawn meets Solidad, and Drew has his appeal, right ?
    That's right!

    And the thing now, well, Zoey knows what's going on, and what it means, May and Kelly know what's going on, but not what it means...drama
    Yes. It does mean drama, but not necessarily for those six (was that a plot bunny that just hopped by)?

    I have a feeling you will love these next two chapters! Here are 18 and 19! Enjoy!

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    DISCLAIMER: I do not own Pokemon, a creation of one Satoshi Tajiri, and is produced domestically (in the United States) by Pokemon USA/The Pokemon Company, and internationally by Shogakukan and OLM. I personally own nothing and make nothing by writing this. Please do not flame.

    (Chapter 18- Get Into the Game: Part One)

    She is sweating while she is running. While one would naturally expect anyone to do this, May is perspiring from more than just running back towards the practice field area. What the coordinator just saw a couple of minutes ago between Kenny and Conway is not something that the eyes can ever be prepared to see.

    As she runs in the direction of the practice field, she comes across in her mind the most beautiful face in the world.

    “I’ve been waiting for you, May!” Kelly exclaims tentatively. “I came very close to getting Holly to crack, but suddenly, she shut me down. I tried to run after her, but…she’s fast.”

    As the coordinator in sweatpants runs up to Kelly, the girl from Lilycove can tell that May is winded from running, but at the same time, she can see that May appears to be very on edge. Even after catching her breath from her run, May is still taking deep breaths of the outdoor air.

    “May?” Kelly questions. Getting a good look at her would-be fiancée’s face, she becomes very concerned for the girl. “May, are you alright? You look paler than a ghost!”

    May would consider that logic correct as she feels like she has indeed seen a ghost. “I—Kelly, I…just, I’ll be fine, I promise. I just want to get to practice.”

    Kelly is not convinced that her favorite girl will be fine anytime soon with the way she looks at the moment. “May—look at me, May. Look at me,” Kelly pleads of her while adjusting her face so that the girlfriends are now seeing each other eye to eye. “Now what happened? Does this have to do with Zoey? Did you just talk to her?”

    “No,” May answers. She then turns away from Kelly as she feels the tears about to come down her face. “Kelly, I wish it was just Zoey. I…I don’t know how to say this.”

    “Just say it, May! Whatever it is, I want you to just let it out.”

    “It’s really screwed up, Kelly.”

    “Just…say it!”

    “You said that you saw Zoey and Holly kissing earlier, right?”

    “Yeah.”

    “Well, I have to admit that I didn’t really believe you when you told me what you saw, even though I asked you how you planned to go about it solving this. You were very adamant about it, but I still didn’t believe you because it sounded so cracked up. I mean those four make up two of the most loving couples that I’ve ever seen outside of us!”

    As May continues, she finds herself in a better position to reveal her news to Kelly. She has since calmed down from her hysteria and can now let Kelly know just what she saw. “First off, I didn’t find Zoey as much as Zoey found me and well…I wanted to at least ask Zoey about how she and Holly know each other. It was part of the plan that you talked about. You said that we should make them crack. It wasn’t direct or anything and no one would be the wiser. Well, as I was about to ask her, she had this phone call that she took from…I believe it was her father. Off in the distance…I saw Kenny and Conway, and…”

    “And?”

    “They were kissing each other.”

    Kelly could not believe it. She is grabbing her head as she believes that her head is starting to hurt. “Kenny…was kissing Conway? Is that what you’re trying to tell me, May?”

    “I saw it, Kelly, with my own two eyes.”

    “Oh my God! May, if what you’re saying is true, then that means they’re just…God! Damn them all! This isn’t even something that I can fathom happening, not even in my wildest dreams! Both are cheating on each other with one another’s same sex partners. You said that Zoey was there with you?”

    “Right there with me, but she didn’t see any of this happen.”

    “Okay, why didn’t you say anything to her if that’s the case?”

    “For one, I was absolutely speechless when I saw it. What could I say at that moment? I didn’t want this big kettle of fish to be opened up if Zoey really is cheating on Kenny with Holly. But honestly, Kelly, I don’t mean to sound like a broken record, but I was speechless! You have to admit that’s a huge shock for anyone!”

    Pacing around the entrance of the practice yard, Kelly has to think things over. Overall, there are four people, two same sex affairs, and one huge issue that Kelly addresses to May. “What the hell are we gonna do about this, May? Okay, we now know that they’re all cheating. We don’t have to walk like we’re on a tightrope to figure this out, because we know it’s all true. We know what’s up.” Taking a few more seconds to think about what to do next, Kelly suggests, “We’ll give them one chance to be honest with us. We’ll talk to them in private and give them one final chance to come clean. If they don’t, then we let it out, and…we let them settle their own ****. I think that’s for the best and whatever happens—whatever happens…happens. I think that’s for the best.”

    May doesn’t react much at all to Kelly’s newest suggestion with the exception of some light nodding and shaking of the head whenever the specific action called for it. When her girlfriend came up with her final plan for the four, it made a great deal of sense and seemed to be the best fit for everyone involved. “Okay. We have practice, though, so let’s do that first.”

    “Good point,” Kelly admits. “Lucy is getting her Skitty from the Battle Pike during break and Ash’s Charizard is gonna arrive any minute now. So…let’s not even think about those four. That’s their problem that they have to deal with when the time comes. Though I’ve said it time and time again to you, rid your mind of your distractions. Shake a leg, and get your butt back into the game, May. I want to see that aggression out of you that I saw earlier, but I also want to see if we can get that out of your pokemon, as well. Deal?”

    “Okay,” May answers. She then hugs Kelly for a few seconds before they release the hug and head back into the practice area. While May is walking ahead of her girlfriend, Kelly once again whispers into her best friend’s ear, “So, are you ready to get your butt into the game?”

    “As ready as I can be, Kelly.” What May doesn’t expect is for Kelly to propel her into the game in her own special way by giving her girlfriend her second smack on the behind this morning.

    Responding to the smack just like when she woke up some hours ago, May listens to Kelly tell her while pointing to her, “Now you’re ready,” before the Academy professor runs off into the yard to avoid being chased by May.

    “Come back here, Kelly!” May screams as they both turn the corner that leads to their plot of land. “One of these days, it’s gonna be your ***!”

    “Yeah,” Kelly calls back to her girlfriend, “but it’s not gonna be today!”

    While meandering through people and pokemon alike, May chases Kelly all the way back to the practice yard, and as they make it to their designated plot, she does indeed chase Kelly and tackle her down to the ground, essentially pouncing on top of the girl in overalls. May unashamedly does this in front of her and Kelly’s parents, her brother, his boyfriend, Brock and Lucy, all of whom laugh at the scene before them knowing just how affectionate the two can be, even in public. Conspicuous by its absence is the quartet of Zoey, Kenny, Conway and Holly.

    The tandem shares a kiss on the lips before helping each other get up from off the ground. After setting up some items on her plot of the field, May waits for further instructions from her trainer to begin the second part of her training session. Once a check of the field is done, Kelly blows her whistle to get the gallery’s attention once more.

    “Okay, everyone!” she begins enthusiastically. “It’s time for part two of our open training session! Ash’s Charizard hasn’t arrived just yet, so we’re gonna start with a little…‘Showdown of the Skittys’. We’ll have Lucy’s Skitty go up against May’s in a contest style battle for…three minutes, and we’ll go from there.”

    “Why three minutes instead of five, Kelly?” Norman asks out of curiosity.

    “Because Skitty is gonna likely be May’s appeal pokemon, and I don’t want to put too much of a strain on her if I don’t need to,” Kelly explains. “Basically, I want to see her attack ability against another Skitty and see if we can’t raise aggressiveness. So Lucy, if you don’t mind…”

    “No problem, Kelly,” Lucy responds, taking her hands off of Brock and walking to the opposite side of the practice field facing May about thirteen to seventeen meters away from her.

    “So to recap once again,” Kelly speaks for the gallery, “this battle will be a contest battle.” May’s trainer stops for a second as she notices both Kenny and Zoey walking to find a seat on the bleachers to watch this battle take place. Shrugging off their tardiness and their mere appearance, Kelly continues, “This is between Pike Queen Lucy of the Battle Frontier and coordinator May Maple of Petalburg City. Both will use their respective Skittys in a battle with a three minute time limit. Is that understood?”

    Both Lucy and May nod their heads. The impromptu referee for this bout commands them to call out their pokemon and both call out their respective Skittys.

    “Let the battle begin!” Kelly calls out in excitement.

    “All right, Skitty,” May begins, “let’s start out with a tackle!”

    While May would rather begin with the basics, Lucy decides to fight her own battle and attempts to systematically break the battle down into a simple science.

    “Use fake out, Skitty!” Lucy calls after the call of tackle from May. The result of the two attacks is both Skittys coming together in the center of the practice field, with both none the worse for wear.

    “I don’t get the rationale behind something like that,” Max admits to Brock. “I mean, in a pokemon battle with no time limit, I can understand that there’d be a feeling out process…”

    “And there still is one right here and right now, Little Maximus!” Harley chimes in much to the chagrin of his boyfriend, especially after he uses his pet name from years ago. “It’s just that the feeling out process is gonna take a lot less time. By doing this, both May and Lucy are trying to find a quick but effective out for each one’s pokemon so they can stylishly end this the best way they know how.”

    “Harley, I couldn’t have said it better myself,” Brock commends.

    “Maybe, but May has TMs and her Skitty is at a very high level,” Max debates. “She doesn’t need to draw this out…unless…”

    “All right, Skitty! Use copycat!” May commands, and the fake out by May’s pokemon used in retaliation on Lucy’s catches her pokemon off guard long enough for May to make another command. “Now, double slap!” May’s command is successful as Lucy’s Skitty feels red in the face for more than just embarrassment.

    “Now I see why she did that!” Max exclaims to the people around him. “Skitty can only use the move fake out as its very first attack, but there is a loophole to that rule. Obviously, there has to be an advantage to using fake out to fool your opponent, which is probably the reason why Lucy used it, but she neglected to realize that May could do the exact same thing only through using copycat right after Lucy used fake out. And in a contest battle, judges will take off for that each and every time.”

    Patting him on the back, Harley comments, “That’s my little Maximus!” to a response of growling from his much younger boyfriend.

    “Man, I wish Glameow could use copycat,” Zoey laments to Kenny. “We’d smoke the Orange Islands completion over an open flame and have ‘em for lunch!”

    “Don’t let that get to your head, May,” says Lucy, whose confidence has not wavered despite her most recent gaffe. “Skitty, get back into it using sing!”

    Pike Queen Lucy’s Skitty then literally breaks into song, singing a very soothing melody designed to relax its opponent, leaving it open for attack.

    “Skitty, don’t fall for it!” May warns. Thinking of a way out of her present situation, she decides on using a technical machine that she had been saving for a rainy day. “Okay Skitty, focus using calm mind!” Though she knows that May just beat her to the punch, Lucy does not show any negative emotion.

    “Ooh, damn! That’s a smart move!” Zoey comments.

    “You’re right,” Kenny retorts. “By having Skitty focus on something other than the relaxing music coming from its counterpart, there’s less of a chance of her falling victim to this modern day Siren.”

    Looking at her boyfriend with an odd gaze, the tomboy asks Kenny, “When did you get so mythological?”

    As the Twinleaf native explains, “Dawn, before her…change, turned me onto Professor Oak’s poetry and I’ve been a fan ever since. You might have heard me drop some quotes here and there.”

    “Oh, so you’re relaxed now? Huh, May?” Lucy questions sounding almost like a goad or a coax. “Well, we have ways of fixing that very quickly. Skitty? Lay off the harmonics for now. It’s time to get physical. May, you’re not the only one with TMs in this battle. Skitty? Use double team, and let’s see how May’s pokemon likes it when it’s ten against one!”

    Noticing that the sun is not directly high in the sky, Brock immediately notices a problem with his girlfriend’s plan. “Wait, Lucy! That’s not gonna work!”

    “Brock,” Lucy calls back to her boyfriend, “I’ve got this! Just relax!”

    “But the shadows…”

    “Brock! Let me handle this, okay?” Lucy screams back to Brock. As a result of this combined with the fact that he doesn’t want any arguments, Brock opts to just sit back down on the bench and watch the remainder of the battle.

    Taking in every word that Brock mentioned, including something about shadows, May looks at the numerous Skittys on the playing field that are surrounding her own. Checking for shadows, she sees that only one of them has a shadow; the one directly in front of her own.

    Using another TM, May commands, “Skitty, use shock wave, front and center!” In the time in which Lucy was distracted by Brock, May was able to get in the attack that dealt very little in damage to Lucy’s pokemon and eliminated all of the other copies from the field. At that point, the damage didn’t necessarily matter as much as the fact that Lucy’s Skitty was now disoriented, leaving it even more open for attack.

    “Okay, Skitty. It’s time for the dagger!” May declares. “Use double edge, now!”

    Skitty’s most powerful attack in a high-charging tackle proved to be extremely effective in battle, as Lucy’s Skitty suffered a high amount of impact in a very short period of time, essentially knocking her right out of battle. Kelly watches all of this saying no words until she can clearly see that Lucy’s cat pokemon cannot go another second in this battle.

    Blowing her whistle, she declares, “Pike Queen Lucy’s Skitty is unable to go on! May Maple’s Skitty is the winner in a time of…” taking only a second, Kelly checks her watch to see that the battle took, “two minutes and forty-nine seconds!”

    The gallery which watched this battle take place stands up and applauds the effort of both coordinator and Frontier Brain. Norman comments, “Fantastic match up! May, you realized that you had to watch for the shadow in double team and you used your TMs to near perfection as well. Lucy is tough; let me assure you of this, and in this one, she wasn’t a pushover either, so let’s give her credit as well. Wonderful work on both offense and defense for the two of you.”

    “Thank you, Norman,” Lucy humbly answers.

    “Oh, dad,” May responds embarrassed at the compliments from her father, “stop it. You’re gonna make me blush in front of all these people.”

    As Norman is about to comment and Kelly goes to May to congratulate her, they all feel a giant wisp of wind fly through the practice field. Not that long afterwards, a distinct growl can be heard almost like a sonic boom in the air.

    Everyone in attendance looks up to see just what the commotion is, and they watch an orange winged lizard fly though the air with great speed and agility for a larger pokemon. He growls once more. To a few in the audience, it’s quite familiar. To others, they are seeing this battle-tested fire pokemon for the very first time.

    Kelly looks up and watches as this flyer slows his acceleration and starts to circle the perimeter. She smiles as she says to everyone else in attendance, “It looks like Blaziken’s sparring partner is here!”

    Seeing Ash’s Charizard for the first time, Kenny and Zoey are in awe. They had heard so much about him through Dawn and once or twice through Ash, but had never seen him before until now.

    Kenny is impressed and informs Zoey, “It’s on…like Donkey Kong.”

    Bringing her head down and face palming herself, Zoey sarcastically quips, “Some philosopher.”

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    (Chapter 19- Get Into the Game: Part Two)

    Tissues are to her left and Conway is to her right. For about the past ten minutes, this has been the case with the trainer from Veilstone right at the side of his girlfriend as she has been crying out her frustrations to him.

    After being confronted by her ex-professor not that long ago in a discussion that covered how she got together with Conway in the first place, Kelly’s homosexuality, keeping feelings bottled up, and being comfortable with yourself, Kelly then confronted her old student on the subject of Zoey. While she was able to get very far into her plan and lead into this moment with Holly, Kelly could not go any further. Holly just wouldn’t allow it, saying that she’s said too much already and that she has to go.

    And she went…all the way into the arms of Conway, who had gone off to spend some more time with Kenny before their activities. Kenny understood that the situation was one that should be handled between boyfriend and girlfriend, so he gave the couple their space and went back to the practice field to find Zoey.

    When Conway asked Holly what the matter was, all she could do was blubber back a response in the face of tears flowing down her face with the frequency of a waterfall. It was at this time that Conway decided to lead his girlfriend back to their hotel room so she can calm down and explain what happened to her that has led her to tears.

    From rubbing her shoulders to urging her to take deep breaths in and out, Conway has done his absolute best to try and soothe the saddened female trainer. He can tell that Holly’s crying fit has just about run its course and he can now go about asking the million-dollar question that has been on his mind for the past twenty minutes.

    “So, Holly, I won’t press you, but you have to know that if you don’t open up to anyone, no one can help you. So what happened?”

    Though sniffles, Holly is able to be the unfortunate bearer of bad news by telling Conway, “We’ve been found out.”

    “What? Found out?” he asks. “How? By who?”

    “Kelly, and I’m pretty sure she’s told May by now. Actually, it’s more of a case of Kelly finding me out. As far as I know, you and Kenny are in the clear. I don’t know how she did it, but she kept asking me these questions like ‘Would you ever hurt Conway?’ and ‘Do I have a problem with gays and lesbians?’, and something inside of me just caused me to…let her know that I’m bi-curious. You know that they’re a couple, right?”

    “Honestly, yes,” Conway admits to great surprise from Holly. “I knew. I…it was a situation when we were at Academy in our class together. though I know I shouldn’t have done it, I peeked into an instructor’s lounge. There I saw Miss Roxanne and Professor Cruz-Marin talking about having the latter one be transferred to an Academy in Kanto because they were afraid that if word ever got out about her and May, students wouldn’t care for it too much.”

    “I never even would’ve guessed,” Holly says, now much calmer than even three minutes ago. “People are too quick to judge on a lot of things. Who knows what could’ve happened? But…what ultimately caused me to snap was Kelly wanting to talk about Zoey. I suppose that the shock of her asking all these questions and leading me to that last one was too much for me to take and I ran. And that’s what happened.”

    “We need to work on you running away all the time,” Conway stops.

    “Like I need a freaking lecture right now!” Holly snaps.

    “Slow down, okay?” he calmly speaks, trying to halt any potential arguments from being sparked. “It’s true; otherwise you would’ve disregarded that comment completely. And to be quite honest, I think that you’re crying over nothing. From everything you’ve just told me, I’m still not entirely convinced that Kelly knows about you swinging.”

    “I’m pretty sure that she does, Conway,” Holly responds. “Why in the world would she ask me about Zoey? Her words were you don’t have to be ashamed when I told her that I’m bi-curious, and then she said ‘Now let’s talk about Zoey’. Coincidence? I really don’t think so, Conway.”

    Pounding the side table drawer of the hotel after she finds that pounding her pillow doesn’t allow her to vent her anger enough, Holly digs her face back into the hotel pillow, wet from the numerous tears that have been shed on it. In her condition, Holly could care less if some more were added like they are being added right now as she cries once more into her bed.

    Sighing in response to even more tears from his sweetheart, Conway feels for Holly a great deal. While he admits to having a great deal of nerves delving into bisexual swinging for the first time, Kenny has done a great job getting him to relax and be invigorated. Holly is either having second thoughts, Zoey is not doing nearly the job for Holly that Kenny has been doing for Conway, or it could be something else.

    “Holly?” Conway asks her once again rubbing her back and shoulders. “Are you sure this is what you want? Because if it’s not, we’ll talk to Kenny and Zoey, and we can go home and forget this ever happened. But if you want to do this, you have to stop feeling sorry for yourself or feeling as if you’re gonna let people down with every little thing that you do. Who knows? This is more than just sex, Holly Rock. You could earn some good friends out of this, but you have to commit to this 100 percent like me. You understand?”

    Stopping her most recent crying fit for a second, she listened to all of Conway’s words. They did make a lot of sense. “Well…”

    “Don’t answer yet. I’ll give you some time to think about it alone with a clear head, alright? How long do you need?”

    “Maybe…half an hour.”

    “Okay, I’ll be back,” Conway says, giving a kiss to his girlfriend before he goes to leave his hotel room.

    “I love you, Conway,” say Holly before her man leaves.

    “I love you too, dear,” he says back to her with a peace sign as he opens and closes the door, leaving Holly on her own with only her thoughts to keep her company for the next thirty minutes.

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    After the excitement that came with many in May’s party seeing Ash Ketchum’s Charizard for the very first time, it became apparent to everyone there that it was time to get down to business.

    Everyone sitting down in the bleachers has their eyes focused on Charizard as he sits in the center of the ring eagerly anticipating his competition, but Brock is also focused on his girlfriend, who snapped at him during her contest battle mere minutes ago. As Brock watches Lucy pat both Kelly and May on the back and come back his way, he anticipates the worst, especially when she walks up to him with her neutral, concentrating face.

    “Hey, Luce?” Brock greets. “I’m…sorry for butting into your battle like that.”

    The Frontier Brain of the Battle Pike does not show any emotion either way to Brock’s apology. Brock decides to add to what he just said. “It’s just that with the shadows out and everything, double team becomes less confusing to pokemon.”

    “I know this, Brock,” Lucy responds, showing Brock the smile that he fell in love with years ago, “but I concocted this genius plan in my head. Keep in mind that all of this is to build up Skitty’s confidence for her appeal this afternoon. I don’t want to say that I took a dive, but I did leave the door open a lot of times for May to use her TMs and maneuvers to her advantage. Like I told May and Kelly just now, if Skitty feels good about herself, the appeal will come off looking much better and she’ll give it her all.”

    “So that…blowup was all part of the plan?” Brock asks in clarification.

    “Yeah, pretty much. I know how meticulous you can be about battle strategy, and when something is…not the way it probably should be or someone is being careless in battle, you’ll be the first to speak out. I didn’t think my acting would be that effective, though.”

    “Had me fooled,” Brock admits with a hearty laugh as Lucy joins him on the bench.

    Once more, Kelly blows her whistle to alert the crowd, which now has Conway added into the mix. While Kelly explains to them that it’s the final practice session for May before her appeal, Kenny asks Conway, “Where’s Holly? I know she was quite emotional during the break.”

    Trying to keep his voice low due to the many people around him, Conway answers, “She thinks that Kelly knows about her. I’m not too sure that that’s the case, but that’s what she thinks.”

    “You mean the swinging?” Zoey asks.

    “Yeah.”

    “If that’s the case, then we let them know,” Zoey concludes. “I doubt it will be that big of a deal and we are amongst understanding friends who know a thing or two about controversies in relationships. The idea behind kissing in public or as close as you can get to public was to get the thrill of being caught and to relax people before it actually happened. It’s admittedly hit or miss and luckily, she only got discovered by a concerned friend. Anyone could misconstrue it, so the best people to let in on this would be good friends. But like everything else this weekend, it’s your call. If you want to not keep this a secret anymore, we’ll tell them. If not, we’ll keep hiding.”

    Blowing her whistle loudly once again, Kelly gets the attention of Kenny, Conway and Zoey, who conversed the entire time that she explained how the sparring session. “Would you three like to share your conversation with the rest of us? I’m sure they’d all be quite interested in what you’re saying.”

    Embarrassed at being singled out by May’s trainer like only a ticked off educator can do, the three sullenly apologize to Kelly. Reluctantly, she accepts the apology, and continues, “Now, as I was saying, Charizard’s trainer is obviously not here, so we’re gonna have to find a replacement. Now who would like to train him for this one battle only?”

    With most of the people in attendance knowing the power that this pokemon possesses, the idea of one of them taking control of the beast sounds like a very daunting task. This is likely the reason why no one has raised their hand in the air.

    “Now, come on,” Kelly says almost pleading. “Someone has to want to do this! Do I have to make this like my classroom and call for a volunteer?” A few seconds pass and still, no one answers the call. Kelly decides to pick someone like fruit from an orchard.

    “Okay…dad,” Kelly says, much to her father’s surprise, “you’ve trained pokemon before. Would you train Charizard against May and her Blaziken?”

    “What? But Kelly that was a very, very long time ago!”

    “It’s like riding a bike dad,” she assures him, “once you get back on, it’s like you’ve never forgotten.”

    “Come on, honey,” says Erik’s wife, Julia. “I’d kind of like to see you train. I mean, I didn’t meet you until after you left training some twenty odd years ago. I have a few tapes, but that’s all I’ve ever seen. I’m…quite curious.”

    “Yeah, come on!” says Norman, who now gets into the act along with his wife. Slowly but surely, Erik Marin realizes that he’s fighting a losing battle as every member of the gallery is now chanting his name and egging him on to accept his daughter’s challenge.

    “All right. All right!” he concedes, getting up from the bleachers and standing in the spot that Lucy stood in just a few minutes ago.

    Kelly takes a few more seconds to make sure that everyone is in place and both pokemon are ready for battle before she blows her whistle once more, announcing to the crowd, “Okay everyone! This is the final practice before this afternoon’s appeal. This is a pokemon contest battle between May Maple of Petalburg City and her Blaziken. Her challenger will be…my dad Erik Marin who will stand in as acting trainer for Charizard, a pokemon of Ash Ketchum’s. This battle has no time limit. Are there any questions?”

    Hearing no sound come out of either one’s mouth after a few seconds, Kelly is satisfied, and says to the two, “Then let the battle begin!”

    “All right, Blaziken!” May says, grabbing the fully evolved pokemon’s attention. “We may have a bit of a disadvantage of flying versus fighting, but don’t let that get in the way of the fact that this is a fire fight!”

    “How do you think this is gonna play out, Brock?” Max asks his older friend.

    “I believe that this will be an interesting battle,” Brock admits. “I’m not too sure how much battling Ash’s Charizard has done since his time in the Charicific Valley as a bodyguard to Charla. He could be a bit rusty. I know that Kelly was trying her best to coax her dad into training Charizard for this sparring session, but there has to be some rust from being away from it for so long. As an example, soccer players just can’t come back to the game from a serious injury right away. They need to practice.”

    “Blaziken, let’s start off with fire punch!” May’s command for Blaziken to begin with a fighting fire type move is in an attempt to try and cut off Charizard’s advantage in this battle.

    “Charizard!” Erik calls, not meaning to be too deliberate in the command, “Uh…jump up in the air to dodge!”

    “He’s playing against our strengths,” May thinks out loud. “Blaziken, keep your fire punch going, but slow down! We’ll head Charizard off attacking when he comes down!”

    Refusing to waiver from her strategy pays off as Blaziken hits his fire punch at the moment when Charizard comes back down to the ground.

    Norman cringes at the gaffe from the father of his girlfriend’s daughter and loudly suggests, “You have to time that dodge correctly, Erik, and remember that you’re in control of a flyer. Use that to your advantage!”

    “Norman, stop backseat battling!” Caroline scolds.

    Ignoring the commotion going on in the stands, May decides to stay the course. “All right, Blaziken! We’ve got him off kilter! Now, let’s use slash attack!”

    “Charizard! Counter using air slash!” Erik commands, realizing that he has to use his strengths in order to win. With a quick flick of his wings, Charizard listens to Erik and moves the air in the direction of the charging Blaziken and pushes the fire pokemon back to the feet of May on the other end of the battlefield.

    “Damn it!” she interjects, knowing that air slash would always win in that exchange. Though frustrated at this clear handicap that her pokemon possess against flyers, Blaziken doesn’t stay on the ground for long. Her pokemon wants to keep fighting, and that’s more than enough to want to keep May in the game as well.

    “All right. That might have worked now, Erik, but I do have my ways about me.” May then points Blaziken into the direction of Charizard and informs him, “New strategy, Blaziken! Use sky uppercut and aim for Charizard’s back!”

    “Charizard!” Erik commands, now getting comfortable in the role of trainer, “Counter again using wing attack!”

    “Blaziken, evade the wing attack and follow Charizard from behind using brave bird, now!”

    Being much faster than Charizard, weighing less than him and having some flying ability, Blaziken can make the mid-air directional change and drive its body into the back of the fire dragon, though the pokemon does take some damage with the hit.

    Harley looks at every step of the battle so far in complete awe. “I love May’s strategy right now.”

    Max turns to his much older boyfriend and asks him, “Why? She using no fire attacks whatsoever and just about everything has been fighting, and May knows that Charizard always have an edge against fighting types.”

    “Yeah,” Harley agrees, “but look where she’s aiming her fighting attacks. Everything right now is aiming for Charizard’s back. Not only does that make it hard as heck to breathe, but if Charizard’s back is hurting, that’ll make it harder for him to fly.”

    Max replays the last few moves in his head and notices that this is the case. “Oh! Yeah! But if I could add something, sweetheart?”

    “What’s that?”

    “I noticed it just right now and I can’t believe I didn’t see it, but May’s also aiming for Charizard’s wings. Attacking the strengths of pokemon. Man, this is good! If she keeps this up, no one can beat her today or tomorrow!”

    “No way, no how, little…”

    Pointing to his suitor, Max warns him only one time, “Don’t…say it.”

    “Charizard! Get into the game!” Erik goads as he starts to really get used to battling again after an absence of over twenty years. “You know Blaziken can’t beat you, so let’s not even pull any more punches!”

    “I beg your pardon?” May asks almost insulted by these comments. “I’ll have you know that I pull no punches either, Erik! Blaziken, let’s show him using flamethrower!”

    “All right, Charizard!” Erik commands, noticing that he is gaining the fire dragon’s trust, “If that’s the case, then we’ll fight fire with fire. Show Blaziken your flamethrower, now!”

    “This is the ultimate test for any pokemon,” Conway speaks. “Going move for move. We’ll just see who’s the strongest here and now.” Zoey and Kenny can only agree with him as they all turn to watch just who’s fire will burn the best.

    Like an arm wrestling match up, tennis or ping pong, the advantage goes back and forth between the two fully evolved fire types. When it seems like Charizard will engulf Blaziken in flames, Blaziken comes back and moves the point of contact closer to the fire dragon. Back and forth they go with each holding their own for nearly a minute before the combustion of the flames becomes too much to handle and the fire explodes in front of everyone’s face.

    “Oh, ****!” interjects the referee as the flames spread through their portion of the battlefield.

    The trainers, referee and spectators wisely duck and cover in order to avoid getting a face full of flames and wait out any potential danger. About twenty seconds or so of the battle have passed with no activity on the field other than waiting for the smoke to clear. Once the vision on the field is clear, everyone looks up from their current position to find that both Charizard and Blaziken are down…but not out.

    “Kelly,” Norman says, looking at the scene before him, “I really think that we should call this a draw. Even if they haven’t fainted, I don’t know how much they can take right now.”

    Looking at the two fire pokemon, Kelly asks them, “Blaziken? Charizard? Do you two wanna keep going?” While both are clearly weak from what has been a hard fought battle, no one can question their resolve as they both nod in response to Kelly’s question. They don’t want to stop before their time.

    May and Erik find it difficult to want to continue given the powerful attack that just occurred. Despite this, they both choose to continue in battle as both pokemon gingerly get back up on their feet.

    “Charizard! Just do the best you can!” Erik calls. “Remember that Blaziken is suffering too. Hang in there and try using heat wave!”

    Upon hearing this latest command, May decides to act while Charizard is far too weak to use its flying advantage. “Blaziken, try a blaze kick on Charizard!”

    “Charizard, counter by flying up in the air!”

    “I think they’re throwing caution to the wind at this point,” Zoey comments from the bleachers. “This just can’t go on that much longer for either one, so why not give it all you’ve—hey! Holly!”

    “Holly?” asks Kelly and May in unison as they look up in the bleachers to indeed see the girl in her late teens.

    “Am I too late for the spar?” she comments making her way over to her boyfriend and swinging partners while wearing a pair of sunglasses just like Kenny and Zoey.

    Shrugging off the affection that the four show when they hug and talk to each other, May looks up in the sky to find that Blaziken missed her kick on Charizard. “Okay, use sky uppercut!”

    As Erik watches Blaziken fly up in the air to catch Charizard, he takes Norman’s advice from earlier and waits out calling his next command. ‘Wait for it,’ Erik thinks. ‘Wait for it.’ Once Blaziken gets close enough, Erik decides to strike. “All right, Charizard! Use iron tail now!”

    Tumbling inside out while in mid air, Charizard comes down on top of Blaziken with his steel tail and deals the final nail in the coffin in this battle as Blaziken faints coming down to the ground.

    Blowing her whistle, Kelly announces to the trainers and the crowd, “Blaziken is unable to battle. In a time of six minutes and twenty-three seconds, the winners are Charizard and…my dad, Erik Marin!”

    Erik and Charizard receive a healthy amount of applause from the crowd while May calls back Blaziken telling her that she did a great job. Patting the fire dragon on the back Erik says, “You were fantastic, Charizard! Now I see where you get your great reputation!” Right after he gives the pokemon its due praise, Charizard scorches him with a flamethrower, just like he used to do Ash many years ago.

    Blowing smoke from his mouth, Erik comments, “Oh yeah. That’s the part I hated the most.”

    “Will you be alright, honey?” Julia asks her husband.

    “Yeah. Nothing a little ice can’t cure, dear.”

    Kelly pays no attention to her parents as she immediately goes to May after the battle. “You got distracted, didn’t you? I mean, by Holly?”

    “Yeah, I did, but I’m not gonna blame Holly for my loss. I had a disadvantage with Blaziken and she held on until the very end. Honestly, it could’ve gone either way.”

    “I agree.” Kelly blows her whistle one final time to get the group’s attention and say, “All right, everyone! That concludes our practice. Everyone go and have fun and remember; May’s appeal is at 5:30 p.m. We’ll see you then!” Turning to May, she says, “Let’s go to the pokemon center for Charizard and Blaziken, and then we can deal with…them. Okay?”

    “Okay!” May comments as the two walk hand in hand to the local pokemon center so that everyone’s pokemon can be in tip top condition for tomorrow.

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    Well, let's get into it !
    I still can't understand why this is such a big deal to Kelly ?! I mean, ok, she has convictions and principles, but it's their life after all ! And if she would want to do something about it, she should go up to them and tell them straight on instead of sneaking around...

    I like what I see concerning the battling aspect in your fic, since using attack has very different effects than in the anime, and especially in the game ^^
    It's innovating, to say the least.

    Blaziken vs. Charizard, nice battle glad Charizard won, it's actually more realistic this way !
    Can't wait for her actual appeal ! And of course, Drew's results !
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    ...wait, that sounds wrong...
    ...yeah, it's the other way around.

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    Quote Originally Posted by shadow_shipper View Post
    Well, let's get into it !
    I still can't understand why this is such a big deal to Kelly ?! I mean, ok, she has convictions and principles, but it's their life after all ! And if she would want to do something about it, she should go up to them and tell them straight on instead of sneaking around...
    You'll find out in future chapters that it's personal, but it also speaks to Kelly's investigative mind. As a scientist, it comes almost naturally in her wanting to systematically break down any problem that exists. She will soon find out that she has made a mistake, though.

    As far as the personal thing, well, Kelly had a girlfriend before she reunited with May, and this girlfriend did something pretty bad that makes her very anti-cheating to the point she pretty much hates them. The first inklings of that will come in chapter 25 when this story will go on hiatus for a month or so.

    I like what I see concerning the battling aspect in your fic, since using attack has very different effects than in the anime, and especially in the game ^^
    It's innovating, to say the least.
    I had a feeling you would like the battles in this fic. Everyone at FF.Net liked it, and I felt that it came off very well. Thanks for the comments about the battling being innovative. I'm not that convinced that it's innovative as much as it's just a new perspective on how to look at the art of battling.

    Blaziken vs. Charizard, nice battle glad Charizard won, it's actually more realistic this way !
    Can't wait for her actual appeal ! And of course, Drew's results !
    The Blaziken/Charizard battle is one of my favorite parts of the fic so far. I thought that Charizard winning made sense as well given the fact that he has more experience and a slight type advantage.

    You'll get some detail on May's appeal in chapter 25, and speaking of Drew's results, there next in chapter 20, and I've also got chapter 21 ready, as well!

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    (Chapter 20- Give the Son of the Devil His Due)

    He feels very good after his appeal, and rightfully so. After his two minute long performance with his Roselia, Drew heard the comments from the judges and knew that he would be a lock for tomorrow’s battles along with Sandra. The score of forty-nine from Contesta, Suziko and the three Hoenn region Nurse Joys was all the confirmation he needed.

    Now Drew is walking back to the backstage area on cloud nine after scoring the highest appeal of the day so far. Shaking the hands of a few fans, signing a couple of autographs and taking pictures are just a few of the things that he does before he goes back though the curtain and exclaims, “Yeah, baby! Everyone take a look at Mister Forty-Nine!” Turning to his girlfriend, he asks her, “Dawn, what did you think about it, huh?”

    Looking very cross, Dawn simply says, “It was very good.”

    “Very good? Girl, I’m all but gonna be in the second round tomorrow to get that Grand Festival trophy! Nothing can stand in my way now!”

    “Really?” she asks, almost wanting to laugh at the boy’s words. Turning away from her, she calls out the name of “Solidad!” much to the chagrin of Drew.

    “What?” he exclaims in total shock. He wants to believe it’s not true, but into the scene comes his long time good friend, baby stroller and all. “God, Solidad! I thought we had an agreement!”

    “I’m not gonna hide this anymore, Drew, and neither should you. I don’t give a **** if you paid me four thousand dollars a month to keep quiet; this is your son…”

    “Shut up, Solidad. I know he’s my son. I haven’t denied him a single day of his life.”

    “You know what, Drew?” Dawn interjects, “It’s not even about the fact that you were ****ing this broad behind my back and had a baby or that you haven’t denied your baby.”

    “I beg your, pardon, Dawn?”

    “Honestly Solidad, the truth hurts. You knew he was with me the entire time and you still slept with him. You’re not entirely innocent in all of this, then or now, and I’ll tell you why in just a second, but I have to deal with an emerald haired piece of trash in front of me right now. Drew? I don’t know what the hell went through your head when you came up with that…******** contract so you could go out and keep living your dreams while Solidad takes care of your son!”

    “I don’t know what Solidad told you, Dawn,” Drew defends, “but I’ll have you know that I take good care of him.”

    “And I’ll say it one more time, Drew! That’s fine, but you kept this secret! If you had been as open about having a child as you were about cheating in front of my face with Solidad, I probably would’ve forgiven your sorry ***. But you had to be a stupid son of a ***** about it and hide your child like you’re ashamed of Damien.”

    “You don’t know the half of it, all right? She told me she was on the pill!”

    “And you took her word?” Dawn asks confused. “You are stupid! Both are you are stupid as hell. Drew, you’re stupid for cheating, and Solidad, you’re stupid for even agreeing to let him ‘have his space’ and keep coordinating when he should have been home with his boy.”

    “Yeah, but those days are over now. I wanted him…”

    Dawn turns to Solidad and angrily screams, “*****, please shut up! It should have never happened in the first place! It is not about him anymore! It’s about his son and only his son! I don’t care how much money Drew is giving Damien; it’s not a replacement for Drew himself. He’s got to be there for him. He needs—you know what? I wanna ask you something, Solidad.” Clenching her fists and shutting her eyes, Dawn prepares to ask Solidad what amounts to a very difficult question. “How many times has Drew held Damien in the last three months?”

    “All right, Dawn, you’re treading on thin ice right now!” Drew informs his girlfriend, almost as if it were a warning.

    “I asked Solidad,” Dawn clarifies. “So, what’s the answer?”

    Bringing her head down, Solidad knows that the answer will not please Dawn in the least bit. It hasn’t pleased her much at all. “On his birth day, which was three months ago. That’s it, though. He had all of the people in the hospital sign gag orders so if anyone says something or posts something without his permission, they will go to jail. He…hasn’t held him since.”

    Hearing this story come out of Solidad’s mouth makes Dawn absolutely sick to her stomach. No matter how much explaining Drew can do, nothing will convince the coordinator that her boyfriend is taking care of his son. In her mind, he is not. If he’s only held the boy one time in his life over the past three months, then he hasn’t been taken care of by his father at all. He’s played no games of peek-a-boo, not one diaper change or even a lullaby to send him to dream world.

    It is one of the saddest things that the girl has ever heard in her sixteen years of life, and out of remorse for the victim of this blind tragedy in the young boy, she cries. She wouldn’t dare waste her tears on the wastes of lives in front of her.

    Turning to Drew, she honestly asks him, “Who the hell are you? You’re not the same person I fell for and gave my body to at age fourteen. Is he gone or is this the real you? You’re despicable. Both of you are, but you’re worse, Drew. And you claim to take care of your child? Bull-****! Throwing money at your ‘problems’ is not the same as taking care of them! No, you may not be denying your child, but you are rejecting your child.”

    “I don’t know what you’re talking about, Dawn.”

    “Like hell you don’t!” she screams through her tears. “You’re putting your baby off to the side like you're ashamed of him. I’ve been looking at you, and you haven’t even been giving your son any good looks. You didn’t even say hello to Damien when he came through here with Solidad. You were only concerned that she was here and your dirty little secret was out.”

    “Fathers should be proud to know that they are becoming fathers. They should be especially proud and overjoyed to know that they’re gonna have a son. They’d happily show people the pictures of their kids, be there for their first school play, T-ball game or give him some ground rules for his first date and tell him how proud you are that there gonna go on their own pokemon journey, but not you. You told the mother of your child to leave coordinating and take fifty thousand dollars a year in a written contract so that no one would be the wiser. Yeah. Solidad told me everything while you were out there.”

    Watching as Drew finds it hard to look her in the eye; Dawn puts the argument in her own hands by jerking his chin in her direction asking him to his face, “How can you be so ****ing fortunate to find some puppet to go along with that nonsense? Did you listen to anything I just said? When you have a child, it’s no longer about your life or living out your dreams. Everything goes to your baby first, so that means that if both of you are hungry and there’s food for only one, he eats! No exceptions!”

    “You wanna follow your dreams? I’m sorry, but you can’t anymore! Those days are over. You no longer have that privilege. Not while you have business to take care of with your kid. You missed three months in Damien’s life. Three months, and you kept this secret for over a year! He didn’t choose to come into this world at all, and if he did, he sure as hell would want better parents…like my mother.”

    “Mom, bless her,” Dawn speaks through even more tears and yet another headache. “She said that you were bad news, but I was a blind and stupid little girl then. I mean you are Andrew Patrick Emerson and you’re giving me all this attention! How fortunate could I have been then? I should have known that something was up a long time ago when I found that you were sending love letters to May’s house! Yeah, I know about those letters, Drew! It should’ve been over when I found you giving it to Solidad just like you gave it to me and May saw it. I should not have even gone this far with you had I known what you really are.”

    “So I ask you one more time,” Dawn reiterates, “who in the hell do you think you are?” After not hearing an answer or any word come out of Drew’s mouth, she asks one more time, “Who are you, huh? Who the **** are you?” This time, she shoves Drew in order to coax him into answering her question. “I’m waiting!”

    “You better stop!”

    “You better answer my question, or can you?” After not hearing anything from him for several seconds, Dawn knows that trying to talk sense into this person is hopeless. “Okay. You may not know who you are, Drew, but fortunately, I can tell you what we are. Done!”

    “Come on, you can’t be serious.”

    “But I am! It’s over, Drew. I can’t do this anymore. This isn’t fun anymore. I can’t be with you knowing the way you treat your own son and his mother! That makes me even worse than you, which is saying a lot. You have only one shot to give your child all the love in the world, so you can’t blow it, Drew! You have to give it your all. I can’t…I just can’t, okay? If I can only gain you, I’ll lose too much. You better grow up and wise up, you and your child’s mother, and I mean quick. Goodbye, Drew, and good riddance.”

    Walking away from the backstage area, Dawn turns around and decides to let the two have a little more of her. “And one more thing for both of you; I don’t care if you get along or not. Give Damien a chance. He needs both of his parents and not just money either, Drew! You may never get the chance to experience fatherhood again. Do not blow your one chance, or you will regret it forever! That’s it. That’s it!” And with these words, Dawn leaves the backstage area in tears and leaves the parents of Damien to dwell on everything she has just told them.

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    (Chapter 21- It’s Twelve O’clock Somewhere)

    She has never been more ready to leave anywhere than to go from where she is right now. Dawn is in the hotel room that she has been sharing with Drew since Friday afternoon. She’s been in here for nearly half an hour, but she can’t stay much longer as her conscience will not allow it. While in even more tears, she packs up all of the items in the room, which fortunately amount to very little, and heads for the door of room number 818.

    As she reaches for the door handle of the room to leave once and for all, something pulls her back into the room for a moment. She realizes that once she leaves this hotel, she truly leaves Drew. Even though Dawn broke up with the boy some time ago in the backstage area of the stadium, something deep inside of her is telling her to stay for just a minute more and take everything in.

    Now reaching into her carry on bag, Dawn rustles through money, identification, makeup and other items of importance to find one wallet-sized photo. It was taken about two months after she and the LaRousse City native got together. At the time, they were at a carnival photo booth and decided to do various poses for each picture. The favorite of Drew’s was one in which the two give each other rabbit ears, but Dawn really liked the picture where she and her then boyfriend flashed peace signs at the camera.

    What once stood as a small but significant symbol of the bond which these two coordinators shared is now nothing more than a trigger for painful memories. Just looking at him dredged up the times she’d rather forget, and seeing his deceptive smile made things even worse. Dawn could turn away from the picture all she wanted, but his face would still be there each and every time. The face she fell in love with became her own personal Medusa. She knows that looking directly into his eyes turned her into the person that she is now. She became a stone cold individual who turned her back on good friends like Kenny and Zoey, and even caused a great rift between her and her mother that continues to this day.

    She meant exactly what she said earlier about losing too much in order to gain Drew, which she had done. The breakup between the two was inevitable and was building for quite some time ever since Drew had his affair with Solidad one year prior. Had she known that Drew fathered a child with his best girl friend from the onset, then there likely would not have been a problem, but knowing that Drew kept this a secret for so long and refused to be an active part of Damien’s life tore her apart. Even through her toughest times with her mother, Johanna and Dawn still talk, even though conversations often resulted in yelling and screaming whenever her mother wanted to bring up the subject of Drew.

    “I still have a lot to learn,” Dawn admits to the room while the air conditioning hums, the water faucet drips and the florescent lighting above flickers in response. He tore him up, so she feels that it’s only logical that she return the favor. With the wallet still in her hands, she tears the picture up into many small pieces throwing them onto the carpet, not caring where they land.

    Looking at the scene before her in the near spotless hotel room sans the pieces of photograph paper Dawn says “It’s a start,” before opening the door to room 818 and leaving the hotel room for good. As she shuts the door behind her, the clock in the hotel room turns over to its new time of twelve o’clock.

    As the camera pans over various shots of the excited crowd in Slateport City’s stadium, the telecast reaches yet another hour of showcasing Saturday’s appeals.

    “It’s twelve o’clock, ladies and gentlemen,” the host of this telecast states. The camera cuts to a desk with a male anchor sitting next to a plasma screen television while inside. “This is hour number eight of appeals for the Hoenn region Grand Festival. I’m your host Stephen Craig, and we thank you for inviting us into your homes, wherever you may be. For the next six hours, we will have three new faces calling the action, so it is my pleasure to turn the action over to three people who know that this is the time when we separate the pokemon from the poke boys...and girls. Here’s Gavin Harte, 1992 Hoenn Grand Festival champion Melinda Feliciana and the Professor of the Hoenn region, Solomon Birch. Guys?”

    “Let me just say,” Melinda begins, “you were going well trying to avoid sexism until you called us guys, and clearly…”

    “I’ll buy you lunch next time, I promise. Please forgive me,” Stephen humorously atones while holding up both of his hands in a form of surrender.

    “We’ll talk. Right now, though, we have business to take care of in the afternoon appeals. Remember, there are a total of 314 coordinators that have come here to fill only sixteen spots for tomorrow’s second round. So far, we’ve had over 160 appeals with Drew Emerson, Sandra Van Hollen, Brianna Nolan and others scoring marks as high as forty-nine, but don’t forget that there are still more notable names out there to fill the sixteen seats at this all important tournament.”

    “That’s exactly correct, Melinda,” Gavin agrees. “Don’t forget top-five coordinator Dawn Berlitz, who has been the subject of some controversy in just the last few hours. If you did not hear the news, she checked into Slateport City General Hospital early this morning complaining of headaches. She was diagnosed with a concussion and released at approximately eight a.m. She admits to not remembering how she suffered the concussion, and while there was great concern about her health, the doctors have given her a clean bill of health for competing. Dawn was scheduled to have her appeal at eight a.m., but due to her hospitalization, officials will give her the final appeal of the evening. And that’s the big story heading into appeals.”

    “Indeed, the many fans of pokemon coordinating are gonna want to stay up late to see if Dawn Berlitz can make it into round two,” Professor Birch says, “and we’ll be here to cover it all, but for now, we’d like to talk about one of the true feel good stories of this year’s Hoenn Grand Festival. As Gavin mentioned, Sandra Van Hollen has already completed her appeal with a score of forty-eight, placing her third amongst coordinators so far. In her three years as a pokemon coordinator, Sandra has had the love and support of one of the top veterans of the 1990s in her mother Savannah Van Hollen, who will do her appeal in just a moment.”

    “Standing ringside to tell us more about this is former Hoenn Grand Festival champion and field reporter for all twenty-four hours of this event, Robert Weis. Robert?”

    After a delay of a second or so, the hardest working individual at this year’s Grand Festival says, “Thank you, professor, and good afternoon everyone. Family traditions in pokemon training and coordinating date back as far as the sport itself. Savannah Van Hollen, like most ten-year old girls, had a dream of one day becoming a world class coordinator and eventually a Grand Festival champion. She made quite the impact in her day, but motherhood called Savannah and she answered leaving her dreams behind without regret. From then on, her daughter Sandra became her everything and her dream of being the best seemed to die out like an old light bulb. But dreams have a funny way about them just like life itself.”

    “One day, her daughter at age seven watched a tape of her mom on the television screen and asked her ‘Say mom, you we’re really good then. Why aren’t you out there coordinating now?’ Well folks, one thing led to another, and she has come back along with her daughter to give her dream another fighting chance. Keeping the memory of Sandra’s late father in their minds, they will work to be the first immediate relatives in over fifteen years to make it past the first round of any Grand Festival. Savannah’s appeal…starts right now. Let’s go to public address announcer Lillian Meridian for the call.”

    From the restaurant at the Slateport Milton Hotel, Erik Marin looks and listens to the story of Savannah Van Hollen in awe while drinking his sparkling water with lime. He has to say out loud, “Wow. That’s a really great story if both of them can get make it through.”

    “Well if both of them get in, where does that leave me?”

    Turning around to find out who asked him that question, Erik finds his future daughter-in-law May Maple.

    “May!” Erik happily greets. Patting the chair next to him, he says, “Come on! Come on! Have a seat and the watch the appeal with me.”

    She chooses not to argue and instead sits down with Erik to watch Savannah. She calls out her Ivysaur and in a period of two minutes, she puts on a dazzling kaleidoscope show using the various grass pokemon attacks. She begins with razor leaf, bullet seed, petal dance, and leaf storm in that order. These first four attacks work in near-perfect harmony spreading throughout the arena for the first minute and a half of Savannah’s appeal, and then with a call of vine whip to tear every leaf, petal and seed into a fine potpourri, warranting a high amount of cheers from the crowd and the commendation of both Erik and May in the restaurant.

    “That was real good,” May has to admit as she watches the five judges in attendance. To pass the time with Erik, she orders a raspberry flavored Coca-Cola while waiting for the results to be announced. “Say, Erik. I know I didn’t say anything at the time ‘cause I was with Kelly, but that was a great battle.”

    “Thanks, May.”

    “You…you kicked ***, man! Seriously, I’ve heard things about your training days from Kelly, Paul and Reggie and knew you weren’t a pushover, but…I never knew. I never knew! You could give anyone a run for their money today! Certainly gave me one,” she concludes, while taking her first sip of her soda.

    “I might have been…pretty good during the late 70s and early 80s,” Erik explains, “but nobody could even touch my twin brother Sascha Marin. We were both on the cover of ‘Pokemon Digest’ our first year and while his career flourished and he went on to win championship after championship, I saw more of the business aspect of it all and found my true calling. I left training at age…either fourteen or fifteen and managed Sascha through the rest of his career. He really loved to battle, and as you know, so do my two nephews in Veilstone.”

    “Hey look,” May alerts, pointing Erik to the screen, “they’re about to announce Savannah’s score.” As both of them watch the television, they see Contesta’s score first. He awards the coordinator an eight. Respectable, but Savannah will need more. Going to Suziko, she gets her wish. He gives her remarkable performance a perfect ten. So do two of the three Nurse Joys with the other giving Savannah a nine.

    “Wow, a forty-eight!” Erik exclaims as the other people in the restaurant applaud the older coordinator’s effort. “Just like her daughter!”

    May smiles at the great segue that Kelly’s father has given her. “Speaking of daughters, Erik, you’ve heard it…probably hundreds of times over the years. You know how much I love Kelly.”

    “Oh, yeah. I do. Whether you’ve been Kelly’s best friend or her girlfriend, you’ve been very good for my daughter. The rest of the Marin family loves you. You’re…all that a father could ask for his girl.”

    As Erik takes a couple more sips of his sparkling water, May gets to her point by explaining to the older male, “I want to know if I have your permission to ask for her hand in marriage.”

    The shock of May’s plans cause Erik to choke on his sparkling water. Asking Erik to raise his arms only helps a little bit before one of the other patrons hands May a fresh glass of water for Erik to drink. Once his coughing fit ends, Erik decides to get to the bottom of this revelation. “Marry Kelly? When did—when did this come about?”

    “I had actually thought about it for a while. Kelly gave me quite a shock last night, though. I thought she was gonna ask to marry me then and there. That would’ve foiled my plan to propose during the Grand Festival after party, win, lose or draw.” Erik breathes somewhat of a sigh of relief knowing that the two planned to propose at different times, though he remains very much on edge. “Luckily, she stopped short of popping the question. I gave her a red herring, basically, saying that I’d be ready to marry her in a ‘few years’, but I’m ready right now if she is. I have my ring and everything, I’ve thought ahead and now I just want to know, may I marry your daughter?”

    What a mess. Erik would say that great minds think alike, but he felt that that would tip May off to Kelly’s plan. Of course, Erik has no problem with May’s proposal and he tells her, “Absolutely. I just…want to tell my wife about this and let her know what you want to do, but I’m all but certain she’ll say yes. In fact, I’m gonna go ask her right now. Sit tight and I promise I’ll be right back. Okay?”

    “No problem, Erik, and thank you,” May responds. “This really means the world to me.”

    As she watches Erik quickly leave to go consult his wife concerning the marriage proposal that May plans to give to Kelly, she can’t help but think how everything has come together for this weekend.

    It’ll be up to her to keep everything doing in the right direction, distractions be damned.

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