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17.)Maybe

May shivered slightly as the cool breeze swept over her, blowing her hair into her face. Other girls swooned about the small town of Petalburg, hooked onto the arms of men, holding boxes of chocolates, stuffed toys, wrapped gifts and bouquets.

The brunette sighed as she walked home, her blue eyes gazing around at the shops along the road. Teddy bears and dresses were showcased in the windows, with banners above them reading: "Get the right gift for your Valentine this February!"

May looked down at her feet, stuffing her hands into her red hoodie's pockets. A red wrinkle dress-top was over white skinny jeans, whilst a white headband with a bow on the left side held her fringe out of her face. The eighteen year-old had long-ago ditched the bandana and old travelling outfit, although she still kept her traditional orange fanny-pack when she travelled.

May had postponed her second travel around Hoenn for the fourth time. Every year she would pack her bags, and get her pokémon excited for the adventure that she would never get around to even starting.

Maybe she was scared. Maybe she was lazy. Maybe she was just waiting for something to push her along. Or maybe it was all of them.

'Oh my god!'

May's head shot up as she spotted a bunch of fangirls in front of her, pointing at something behind her. A puzzled expression crossed her face as she turned to look over her shoulder.

'It's Drew Hayden!' High pitched squeals followed that statement, and May only just managed to jump out of the way as the twenty or more female teenagers charged toward her. Taking a deep breath, she quickened her pace and continued her walk home, arriving at her doorstep and closing the door behind her, breathing out her inhaled breath in relief.

'May? Are you alright? Where's Derik, or whatever his name was?' Caroline peered over her shoulder at her daughter questioningly, her hands still holding the plate she was washing up. May rolled her eyes.

'Mum, his name was Eric. And I saw him making out with some blonde chick in the back of the restaurant. It's not like I cared really. I left, and he probably wouldn't have even noticed,' she told her mother calmly. 'He was such a player anyway. And so much ego. He sort of reminded me of Drew...'

Caroline turned around completely, smiling gently. 'Oh, that green-haired boy with the roselia?'

'Yeah, that's the one.'

'The one you had a crush on for three years.'

'Yeah… Wait – no! I don't like Drew! Uh… I… um… liked… Harley? Wait, uh, not Harley…' Caroline raised her eyebrows. 'R-rob… Robert! I liked Robert! That's right… wait, which one was Robert again?'

'Sweetie… I know you still like Drew.'

May blushed. 'Uh… why would you think that?'

'You blush whenever I mention the colour green… you started day-dreaming when you saw a roselia and a masquerain together… when I planted those roses you blushed and started daydreaming… I heard you mumbling his name whilst you were asleep… and I can relate all of those things to Drew,' she sighed, drying her hands and sitting down at the kitchen table.

May blushed, and Caroline shook her head, laughing lightly. 'And you know what I picked up at the Pokémart when I went to get the bread?'

May stayed quiet, sitting down at the table too. Caroline got up and grabbed something off of the bench, placing it down on the table in front of her oldest child.

It was a magazine – Coordinator's Monthly – with a big picture of Drew, with the heading: "Top Coordinator, Drew Hayden Back to Hoenn!"

May shivered slightly, remembering how the fan girls had squealed and ran toward her, obviously trying to get to Drew, who had been behind her. That led her to the question: was he following her? Trying to get to her? Or was it just coincidence?