A sequel was requested by @Fangirl_Hearts so here it is!
"B-Brendan!" I stutter. "What are you doing here?"
"You left your phone at Pokedonalds," he replies haughtily. He holds up my phone, showing the text from Drew. "Never make your passcode 1234."
"Brendan!" I yell angrily. "I'm gonna get you!"
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*Five Minutes Later*
I stand triumphantly above Brendan, brushing off my hands. "That'll teach you not to mess with May Maple."
Brendan groans, a purple bruise flourishing around his eye. "I-I'll leave you alone!" He scrambles out from under me, grabs his bike, and pedals away in a hurry.
"Feisty, huh, June?"
I jump and see Drew standing behind me, a smirk on his face.
He saw the whole thing? Whoopsies.
"Uhh...I didn't mean for you to see that..." I mutter. "Oh, and it's May! Not June!" I say, louder this time.
"Whatever you say, April."
I glare at Drew, and that made him shut up. Is the name May really that hard to remember?
"Hey, uh, I was wondering if you would want to finish what you and Brendan started?" Drew asks.
"Sure, I'd love to! Well, as long as you don't tease me too much," I warn playfully.
"Heh heh, I won't guarantee that..." Drew flirts. I like this new side of him.
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We arrive at a different, more fancy restaurant. I feel underdressed, considering I'm just wearing my normal outfit.
"Why in the world are you fixing your hair ? And here, of all places?" Drew says cockily.
"I need to look nice. Unlike you, I actually care about my appearance." I say in a huff. Arceus, boys are so annoying.
"Actually, I spend hundreds of Pokedollars a year to buy the right hair care products and..." Drew then realizes what he said and blushes. "The right hair care products...for my Furfrou! Yeah, my Furfrou. He's, um, very prissy."
"I didn't know you had a Furfrou," I say, unconvinced.
"Well, uh, you just haven't seen him yet! I, um, n-never use him in battle or contests!"
"Well, how about we go visit him right now?" I say sweetly. I am loving this right now.
"Uh, t-that's not a good idea, um, he's...sick with an incurable disease! Yeah, it spreads around like mayhem and people very, very sick,"
"Drew, you are a terrible liar." I smirk. Finally I caught him off guard!
"How'd you-Pssh, I wasn't lying," Drew says cooly.
I roll my eyes and laugh. I'm finally above him! I then spot a waiter precariously balancing a huge tray on his forearm heading towards our table. "Oh, here comes our food!"
"Here's your sandwich and side salad," The waiter says as he hands Drew his food. "And you ordered 3 bowls of ramen along with 2 side salads and a large fry?"
"Yup!" I exclaim, licking my lips.
"Ohh-kay, here you go-WHOA!"
Before I could grab my food, the poor waiter's tray tips over and spills salad and ramen all over Drew and I. Ugh, I can only imagine what my hair looks like now!
"Shiz!" The waiter swears. "I am so, so, SO sorry about all of this!"
"Oh, uh, it's fine," I fake smile, picking a ramen noodle out of my hair. This is totally NOT fine! "It was like a bath of ramen!" Truthfully, I would want to EAT the ramen instead!
"Let's go, Autumn," Drew said to me. We got up quickly and left so we wouldn't have to get caught up in restaurant drama. No one wants to watch a 10-minute yelling session between the manager and the waiter of the waiter's mistakes over the past 5 years.
We walk out of the restaurant into the clear night sky. Suddenly, something comes to mind.
"You called me a different month again, Grasshead," I pout.
"No, I didn't," Drew smirks.
"Yes, you did! You called me Autu-oh wait..." I argue.
"Ha, gotcha! Feels good to be back on top!"
"Stop rubbing it in my face! It was one slip-up!"
"Yeah, one of many,"
"Stop it!"
We flirt---er, argue all the way to my house. We did not flirt! We argued! At least, I think...Was Drew flirting with me? Does he like me? Do I like him?
I brush away those thoughts and park my bike.
"Hey, I had fun tonight," I say.
"I hate to admit it, but me too, May," Drew says quietly.
Wait a second...did he just call me May?
"What did you just call me?" I gawk.
"Uh...May. What did you expec-"
I cut him off with a kiss on the cheek. "G'night!" Wow. I cannot believe I just did that.
I look at Drew for a moment, then run inside, leaving him dumbstruck and feeling his cheek.
Hello, fellow readers! I had Brendan, May, and Drew ride bikes instead of drive, since I wasn't sure if cars existed in the Pokemon world. Oh yeah, I don't own Pokemon or the art.
Ciao!
~CD
UPDATE: Wait a second...of course there's cars in Pokemon! Must've had a brain fart that day.
