Hi everyone! This is my first fanfic that I've posted at Serebii! And it's Hoennshipping! This fic was inspired by Kamairie, well, that's where I got the idea from, and the title is also by Kamairie! So I better give credit to her first.
Disclaimer: I do not own Pokemon.
Oh...I almost forgot. This fic is rated PG just to be safe...
And this fic is in the categories of...Romance/Angst
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One in a Million
“…When you walk away, you don’t hear me say please. Oh baby, don’t go. Simple and clean is the way that you’re making me feel tonight. It’s hard to let it go…”
The delicate words of the song drifted into the ears of Brendan Birch, a 17-year-old from Littleroot Town in the Hoenn region. He had snow white hair that was spiked horizontally on the end and a green headband with a white Poke Ball pattern on it. The headband was thick in width, covering his forehead and some of his hair. He wore a short-sleeved shirt that was black with some orange patterns in certain places. There were black and green wristbands around his wrist and orange, fingerless gloves on his hands. His wore double-layer, black pants with the ends of the top layer zipped off and orange, black, and green sneakers.
Brendan was lying down on his bed with his hands behind his head and the sweet song, “Simple and Clean” playing next to him on his boom box. His eyes were closed and his body was completely relaxed. He listened contently to the sweet music as the clear voice was heard again.
“…Hold me…Whatever lies beyond this morning is a little later on. Regardless of warnings the future doesn’t scare me at all. Nothing’s like before…”
The music continued playing for a few seconds, and then it faded away. The young boy lifted himself up from his bed and pushed the rewind button on his boom box. The music of “Simple and Clean” once again began playing. He slumped back down onto his bed and sighed at the sweet singing and wonderful melody. He felt around beside him for the CD case.
When he touched the hard object, he grabbed it and immediately looked at the singer on the cover. She was May Maple, the same person who was singing his all-time favorite song, “Simple and Clean”.
In Brendan’s opinion, May was the prettiest girl he had ever seen. She was a brunette with shoulder-length hair split into two neat parts on either side of her head. She had watery sapphire blue eyes and an optimistic smile that could cheer almost anyone up. From the CD cover, she was wearing a deep blue tank-top, a white mini-skirt, and black boots which went just above her ankles. Brendan thought she was gorgeous, and as much as he hated to admit it, he had a huge crush on her.
Of course, he wasn’t the only one who liked May. Tons of rabid fan-boys chased her around town whenever she was out alone. Brendan despised them, one, for annoying May, and two, for annoying him. Everyday when he was at home just trying to enjoy himself, an entire mob of people would go screaming and running past his house.
Although he had gotten used to the running and screaming over time, it was still really annoying, and they’d go out whenever May was out—even at night.
The white haired boy closed his eyes and listened to the beautiful words. To save himself some trouble, he pushed the “repeat” button twice to repeat the song again. The soothing melody played peacefully as Brendan drifted off into a deep sleep…
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A young, 16-year-old brunette sighed heavily as she picked up a thick packet that was sitting on the table in front of her. The girl had her shoulder-length brown hair split into two parts on either side of her head. She was wearing an orange mini-dress with a black collar and a white stripe running down it. It went down past her waist, and she wore black shorts. A green bandanna with a white Poke Ball pattern on it was around her head, and her sneakers were bright orange and black. Sure enough, this was May Maple, the famous singer who was loved by almost every guy Littleroot Town and all of Hoenn.
May shook her head in slight annoyance as she skimmed over the words on the packet. They were the lyrics to the songs of her new album that was going to be released soon. The young artist loved singing, but memorizing the lyrics was the hardest part, especially at concerts or performances where she couldn’t take breaks and look over the words again. Sighing, she focused her eyes back to the top of the first page and began reading the lyrics to “Every Heart”.
When she finished, she hummed softly to herself the melody of the song. She groaned at how annoying the mob of fan-boys who chased her around whenever she was out would be when her new album was completed. Ever since she became famous, she could barely go out and shop at the mall or take a walk without having a crowd of fans running after her. So, she rarely went out of the studio, and couldn’t seem to do anything without having a bodyguard following her. It made her feel as if she was out-of-the-ordinary, which she in fact was, but she felt as if she was extremely far away from the outside world.
In truth, May had no true friends she could trust. All of the people who she had thought were her friends actually just wanted to be around her for her reputation. Not a single one of them had been loyal to her, either. They had used her for her money and fame, and after they had satisfied their greed, they simply left May and didn’t pay attention to her anymore. Each time May discovered a false friend, her heart shattered into pieces and she cried herself to sleep for entire weeks until her heart mended again. Then her sorrow became anger until she met another untruthful “friend”, and her anger turned to sorrow again. May had given up most of her hope of making a true friend; only a sliver of the wish remained in her heart.
May closed her eyes as a memory of her most first false friend came flooding back…
“May, this is so awesome!” a high-pitched feminine voice squealed. “I mean, do you really get to shop here whenever you want to?!” The girl smiled excitedly as the aqua colored tote bags in her hands swung with her steps.
May grinned. “You bet I do,” she said happily. Her brown hair was split into two parts as usual, and a colorful butterfly clip was on the right side. She was wearing a white tank top with a red coat over it. Pink capris covered her legs, and on her feet she wore white flip-flops. “You know, this mall doesn’t really have the best selection of items. I can take you to Slateport City Mall next week if you want.”
The girl shook her head. She had pale, lime green hair that went above her elbows. It was sleek, shiny, and straight, the kind of hairstyle which May had always wanted. She wore a red shirt with a white collar and white capris. Yellow flip flops were on her feet, and her bright turquoise eyes sparkled in the light. “No, this mall is perfectly fine,” she assured. “I’m satisfied with the items for sale here. Don’t worry, May. I mean…you’re already my best friend. You really don’t need to keep on pleasing me like this.” She winked appreciatively.
May beamed in delight. “Oh, Rissa, that’s great!” she cried, hugging her friend. “I’m so glad! I never had a best friend, and I was afraid I’d lose you if you weren’t happy!” Her sapphire blue eyes shimmered in pleasure.
Rissa raised an eyebrow. “Huh? May, that’s not what being a friend is about,” she explained. “Friends like you for who you are, not your reputation. Of course, I like you for who you are AND your reputation!” She laughed nervously.
May shrugged. “Well…” she began. “I’m just glad to have you by my side. I mean…oh, nevermind. Let’s go!” She led Rissa by the hand towards the next shop in front of them…
May sighed hopelessly and shook her head. Rissa, short for Clarissa, had been the closest to being a true friend out of all of her other false friends. She had seemed so honest and loyal…but she was just the same as all of her other “friends”. After May had taken her to Slateport Mall, Rissa’s father suddenly became increasingly rich and she moved to Slateport City. After that, May had lost contact with her, as she never told her where she was moving to in Slateport or her new phone number.
May concluded that Rissa had probably met lots of new friends and had literally forgotten about her. She would never be completely forgotten by anyone as long as she kept steady in fame and continued singing with a gentle, clear voice.
There’s always a downside to fame and fortune, and a bright side to being a normal person, she thought. It’s so hard to make friends when you’re famous…and when you have no reputation whatsoever, it’s so easy…
As much hope she had lost, the sliver of May’s one wish to make a true friend still thrived inside of her, buried by a mass of sorrow and loss…
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Kind of sucky, IMO, but...yeah. This is going to be quite a complicated story with a complicated relationship and...yeah. Complicated. ^^;
Hoennshippers, review! ^_^