Contestshipping one shots

15.) Symptoms of a good kisser

May suppressed a yawn.

It had been long day and she was ready for it be over. She knew it was traditional to stay up until midnight to greet the new year, but she was exhausted after competing in the special New Year's Eve contest (which she lost to Harley in the final round, she thought miserably) there in Olivine City. She wanted nothing more than for this whole New Year's firework show to start and finish so she could go back to her room and get some sleep.

May flicked over her wrist and checked her watch. Seven minutes remained. She sighed and leaned over the wooden railing of the pier, resting her chin in the palm of her hand. One ribbon. One ribbon was all she needed to get into the Grand Festival, and she was running out of options. There was one more contest in Ecruteak city and that was it. No more chances.

The young coordinator began to rub her temples, trying to soothe the headache that had risen as a result of her lack of sleep. She thought she had today's contest in the bag, but Harley snatched victory from her fair and square. Surprisingly, he had not tried to pull any tricks on her since her arrival in the Johto region. (Solidad probably had something to do with that). Certainly, it was nice not having to be on her guard all the time in case he started scheming, but now that Harley was aware he was talented enough to win contests without cheating, he had become tougher competition.

"Well, well, well, who do we have here?" said a familiar voice from behind May, interrupting the girl's thoughts. May's shoulders sagged slightly as she spun smoothly on the heel of her foot to face him.

"Evening, Drew," she replied dryly. She had seen him briefly that morning, before the contest started. He already had his six ribbons, so he didn't enter, but he politely wished her good luck nevertheless.

"So, that was a rather spectacular loss today," he commented, folding his arms and looking smug. May let out a nervous chuckle. She had actually been hoping she wouldn't see him again that day, knowing she would inevitably be taunted for her rather embarrassing performance.

"Don't remind me," she replied.

"At least you were good in the appeals round," he said. He paused before adding, "And by you, I mean Glaceon." May sighed.

"I'm sorry Drew, but I'm not really in the mood for this tonight," she said tiredly. "I'm already feeling pretty down because I only have one more chance to get my last ribbon." Drew recognized the gloomy tone in her voice, and immediately cut his teasing.

"Hey, don't worry too much about it, you'll win the next contest," he said, waving his hand as if it were no big deal. May perked up at that. Drew being nice? It wasn't unheard of, but it was a more rare side of him, for sure.

"You really think so?" she asked hopefully.

"I know so," he replied. "Besides, if you didn't, I wouldn't be able to crush you in the Grand Festival."

"Ha! Fat chance," she scoffed.

"Careful now, overconfidence is what lost you today's competition," he said smugly.

"Right, right," May conceded, putting her hands up defensively. "But, your arrogance isn't going to win you the Grand Festival, either."

Before Drew could reply, a loud cheer broke out after someone announced via megaphone that there were only two minutes left until midnight. Drew, apparently deciding to change the subject, leaned up against the railing, too, flashing his rival a winsome smile. May felt a blush creep up her neck. Most of the time, she couldn't understand why he had so many fan girls clamoring to get his autograph when he could be such a jerk. But when he smiled at her like that, she remembered it was (as much as she hated to admit it) because he was very, very attractive and, when he wanted to be, charming.