Contestshipping one shots

6.) The list

For it to be silent on the night after a Grand Festival, it was strange. After Grand Festivals, there would usually be a party, which would go on for who-knows-how-long. In some regions apparently, there was no after-party. Instead, some regions held a Ball the night following the Grand Festival. It was strangely quiet for Coordinators who were used to the Contest scenes in regions like Hoenn and Johto, almost to the point of eerily silent.

May Maple sat on a bench at a park nearby the Pokemon Centre. The sapphire-eyed girl was clad in only a night gown, for it was rather warm that evening. She sat sideways, with one shoulder leaning on the backrest of the park bench, and her back against the bench's armrest. Her knees were brought up close to her chest, and her hands wrapped behind her thighs. A soft breeze passed by, moving May's brown hair along. It was late and all the stars had been out for already a few hours.

May didn't mind the silence. Not at all. In fact, she savoured the silence. In such a fast-paced world, it was rare that she was left alone in silence to her own thoughts.

"I won again, May. Youngest Back-to-Back Grand Festival Champion. And I must say, I like it." There goes the silence.

There it was again. That arrogant voice that belonged to the one and only Drew Hayden, youngest two-time Ribbon Cup holder, Heartthrob from Hoenn, La Rousse's Finest, Prince of Coordinating, and number three of the Twenty-five Under Twenty-five list, just after Ash Ketchum and Gary Oak.

Whenever Drew came into the picture, regardless of whether May saw him in person, or the mere mention of his name, or she saw one of his Pokemon's species lingering about, that was probably the first word that came into May's mind. Arrogant.

While so many other people would have thought around the lines of 'amazing,' 'sexy,' 'alluring,' or other synonyms, 'arrogant' was the word May would use.

'Oh, you know Drew Hayden? The arrogant jerk? Yeah I know him.'

'I don't get why you're still not dating Drew. You've known each other for practically half your life.'

'I met him at ten. I've known him for eight years. That's not half my life. And besides, why would I want to date that arrogant guy?'

'Face it, May. I'm better than you.'

'Why do you have to be so arrogant?'

See? Arrogant. Arrogant. Arrogant. It popped up so often, one would think she'd grown tired of the word.

A hand, unmistakably Drew's slightly calloused hand, went around May's neck, although not in a malicious manner, and gently tilted her head to look up and into his eyes. From where he stood behind May, she could see that he was just in a white singlet and footy shorts. It was obvious that he, like her, tried and failed to fall asleep.

"What do you think of that, Princess?" Drew continued, using her Princess of Hoenn title in a mocking nickname.

May rolled her eyes elegantly. "I think I'm going to steal that title away from your arrogant, overconfident a-"

"I never thought you'd be one to curse, May."

"... butt." Drew smirked at May's pout as he strutted over and tapped on May's exposed shins, causing the brunette to shift her legs to give Drew some space to sit down. To May, the guy was too close for comfort, and she was suddenly made aware of how little clothing each of the two young adults had on. "Annoying, overconfident, green person," May muttered before pouting at her rival-slash-friend.

That was another word she closely associated with him. Overconfident. From the way he walks - no, struts - to the way he talks, stands, smirks and flicks that mop of green he calls hair, overconfidence was written all over him. He was the epitome of arrogance and overconfidence. Ash had told May before of his friend called Gary, who was, when the male pair were kids, worse than Drew. May, however, didn't believe anyone could be.