Write a short drabble on whatever you wish!
Alright, let's do this. I've been having this rolling around in my head for a while, and I'd love to see what everyone thinks. I could put into full fic and come out of retirement, but w/e, let's see.
He hadn't seen her in some time. When they parted ways after Johto, there had been promises to stay in touch, to call one another, to send letters, to keep it alive, whatever it might have been then. But things changed. May had gotten so busy in Sinnoh. Those Super Contests were truly something of their own caliber, and Drew was left waiting for a word back from her for ages at a time. He waited patiently, though. He was not going to be the one to nag her for her attention or send her a letter every time he felt as though this was taking too long. No, instead he busied himself with other matters, like visiting home, practicing his appeals, and, dare he say it, giving his fans the time of day.
The women that cheered him on at every contest had started to catch his eye more and more as he grew older. He still kept up his personal mantra of never signing anything, but his nervousness in crowds melted away with each contest. As the days, months, and years rolled by, and not a word from May, she became somewhat of a phantom to him. He did not worry himself with "why". He simply fell into other things and slowly, though resistant at first, accepted dates with admirers. It became a fun thing to do, and he always argued with himself that this was his life, and it must go on, no matter how much May still kept residence in his heart.
It was never serious. He'd go on dates, but at the end of the night, he was always in his own bed, alone. This was not on purpose, however, it just always turned out that none of these girls could stack up to May. They were rarely coordinators themselves, and even when they were, they weren't very good at it, hated to talk about it with him, were too quick to assume that something more would come out of the date, or just too...not May. And that was fine, because when that letter from May finally came one day at the PokeCenter for him, there was nothing to walk out on.
Now he was sitting on a ship bound for Unova's great port of Castelia City, reading the letter over again, trying to decipher May's pitiful chicken-scratch, though her sincerest apologies and invitation to Unova were clear enough.
He had never set foot in Unova before, so this would be different, not to mention nerve-racking, at the same time. He fumbled with the letter as land came into view through his cabin's porthole. He had not known nervousness in some time, but the idea of meeting May again, after all these years of drifting apart, made him swallow hard. Perhaps this was a bad idea. Maybe it would have been better if he had not ever heard from her again so that he could keep her as a fond memory.
When the ship docked, Drew collected his things and tried to compose himself. Deep breaths and focus on other, mundane things, like the white stairs and the large old woman taking her time up them, were methods he used to keep calm. He clenched his knapsack's strap, and grabbed the bottom few buttons of his black shirt, only to find that one was now missing. He breathed an exasperated sigh - at least it was the bottom one - no one would notice.
Reaching the top deck, he inadvertantly looked over the side. There were a lot of people waiting below, and Drew's attention shifted back on board where he presented his passport to the attendant. Everything seemed surreal from this point, as he descended down the last flight of stairs onto dry land, and looked among the crowd for May's familiar face.
There she was - standing with Blaziken - how could he have missed that? She stood patiently, her blue eyes fixed on him, her hands folded in front of her. A sweet smile spread on her face, but it was unlike the one he had come to know many years ago. This one was tired, but perhaps something more that his own smile seemed to exude. Maybe it was relief? Perhaps it was sadness? Or affection?
May looked up at him, her smile widened, and she spoke in the voice from his memories. "Hi, Drew."
This is the ultimate scrap, but if you like, lemme know. :3