Super effective (one shot story cut in parts)

por Lorettine Sáb 21 Dic - 19:00

Nota del autor: Es muy largo, así que les pongo la primera parte y si recibo alguna prueba de su actividad leyéndolo, pongo más :)Siento si no saben inglés, espero que halle sus lectores.
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As our heroes continue their way to…oh, sorry! Not this time. This time it’s only one young hero, actually. She looks real pretty, she’s just passed through the X-rays at the airport of Hoenn and she made the alarm go off for some reason, just like every other girl every single time. Her name is May and there’s a Skitty muttering the usual “nya, nya!” under it’s nose. Disconcerted and feeling like a drug dealer, May stands still with her arms slightly raised, trying not to laugh as the police lady examined her briefly. For some reason she was awfully ticklish lately.
“Well, Skitty,” she said, “off we go now!”
“Nya, nyaaa!”
A few months ago May has been travelling with a group of friends and her little brother trough the region of Hoenn, participating in battles, contests and adventures. When their ways parted, she stayed home and tried to focus on some studying, thus doing her best to forget the infatuation she had for a fellow coordinator named Drew. Honestly, which girl doesn’t enjoy receiving roses and roses?
“Yes, thank you so much, sir, you’re most kind.” With a polite smile, May gave her suitcase to a man who offered to help her storing it in the compartment over their heads. Then the young lady frowned at her boarding pass and ran her glance trough the crowded airplane, in search of her seat.
Where is she flying anyway? Oh, right! To Johto, that’s what it says on her ticket.
“No, Skitty, stop that! That’s not a toy, it’s that lady’s hat! Sorry, I’m sorry…”
And why is she flying to Johto? True, that’s not written on her ticket, but it sure lays deep within her light blue eyes, on her blushing cheeks and her bosom, vibrating from the way her heart is thumping. Oh, there’s her seat! Finally… I’m sorry, sir, sorry, kindly excuse me – thank you! She breathed out a shaky flow of air and pressed her palms against her chest to calm down a little.
“…There are eight emergency exists…”
Skitty jumped into May’s lap and curled up into it’s typical sleeping position. Keeping her eyes closed, May began to gently stroke the tip of its tail.
So why is she travelling to Johto again? Well, lately, based on the frequency with which she dropped food from the fork, stared into nothingness and sniffed she roses dad gave to mom, she could but conclude that what she fell into with Drew was more than just an infatuation. And because our May has always been a woman in action, she didn’t hesitate, twisted the telephone cable around her index finger and called…
“...We recommend to keep your safety belts fastened during the whole flight.”
…her best, best friend Alba, who always understood her and would never hang up, not even if May repeated thirty six times how cute Drew’s chin was. Alba didn’t disappoint, she told May that she should immediately go where Drew was and tell him that she wanted more roses and a voucher to all her favorite clothing trademarks, before it would be too late! And May didn’t disappoint either, as she right then and there said: “Yes! That’s what I’m going to do!” And thus, lying to her parents and brother about wanting to win some more contests and missing the freedom from her life, she booked the closest flight to Johto, she got on the plane and this is where we catch up with her.
“…And finally, we remind you that all our flights are non-smoking.”
May gobbled up a sweetie, Skitty a piece of May’s purple surprise (Skitty flinched and couldn’t move) and off they took.
May was lucky to sit next to the window, otherwise she wouldn’t get even the single pleasure a flight could give her. She didn’t really like to fly, that is. Nevertheless, she didn’t have much time to think about this, as she had to do her best to breathe normally. She received so many roses from Drew, Alba’s words made her a confident young woman (so confident that she grabbed a pack of contraceptive stickers before leaving), but her hands were still cold and sweaty, which is probably the worst combination you can imagine.
She thought if she asked the stewardess for wine it’d make her chill out, but she didn’t get one, because she still wasn’t eighteen. At least my teeth will remain white, she thought, as she started to tremble again, because she spotted the shores of the Johto region. She produced a mysterious hiccup, which shook Skitty awake. To punish its careless trainer, the kitten double-slapped her cheek with its tail, but stopped at the thought that it might earn it another block of May’s purple surprise.
“…Please remain seated until the plane has come to a complete stop.”
“Careful, Skitty…oh, thank you, sir! You’re so good.” May grabbed her suitcase and strolled off to see whether she managed to book her room at the Pokémon Centre in the Goldenrod City correctly.

“The next contest? It’s in one week’s time exactly, in Ecruteak City. Do you know how to get there?”
“I guess I can do it if I find a map, thank you, Joy.”
“Sure. There’s a map on that wall…”

“Blastoise! Spin and use hydro pump! Glaceon! Jump on top of Blastoise and use frost breath! Yayyy, that’s the spirit!”
Because May managed to send her suitcase directly to Ecruteak City by a ferry, she could walk with just a yellow backpack on. On her way she walked into a large park and a sudden impulse led her to decide for a lunch break, a bit of a rest and then training. After that she bought a magazine, because she was a woman in the first place, and women need gossips.
“Huh?!”
May was sitting on the grass along with her Poke pals, chewing the last cookie from a pack of exactly thirty six and sipping coffee, when she gave a closer look to the magazine she bought. Well, if it wasn’t Drew right on the front page! “The secrets of a young idol”, it says, so let’s see those!
May almost choked on her cookie and spilled her coffee and tore up her magazine as she was searching for the interview. She was so into Drew’s photos that she didn’t notice that Skitty ran totally away and Beautifly stuck its proboscis into her coffee and immediately acquired a “hyperactive” nature.
Oh, this is him, and this too, oh! I must write to Alba how handsome he is just as I get to my computer! But…he’s so famous, what if he already has a girlfriend? There must be so many girls crazy after him… Without having an actual reason, May got scared and jealous at the same time.
“Is this your Skitty, miss?” A woman was handing the small Pokémon to her.
“Nyyyya, nya!”
“Skitty! Yes, why, thank you! Where was she?”
“Over there, eating our food! Oh, never mind, but maybe you should consider feeding it…”
“Yes, thank you! Oh, Skitty...”
“Nya, nyaaa!”

The same night May was having dinner at a sushi bar in Ecruteak city. It was warm, the stars were bright and the moon was round – everything favored a session of really kitschy images inside May’s head. She was eating a lot, partly because it was May and also because her temporary roommate, Catharina, invited her. She was carrying along her pride, a fancy Mawile. Catharina didn’t want to talk about Drew, which earned her both love and hate from May. While the two of them were waiting for their food, Catharina managed to catch May’s interest, which should have earned her a medal at those moments:
“Do you know what this is?”
“A gem?”
“A mega stone.”
“It looks pretty.”
“Yeah, it can do pretty unique stuff. You’ll see at the contest.”
“Wow, I sure am curious. Can I hold it?”
“Yeah, here. But be careful.”
“Wooow…”
May took the round object, checked its weight, frowned upon its being so cold…
“…it warms up when it unleashes its energy.”
“Oh my, you sure know how to get one thrilled. Can you unleash it here?”
“No, not here. We just wanna eat now, right, Mawile?”
“Ma-wile!”
“Eat? Oh, sure, you’re right!”
Finally they brought them the ordered menu. Probably even being “Lost in Drew”, May still cared about food more than about anything else. She gripped her chopsticks tenderly and stuck out the tip of her tongue to choose where to begin. When she lifted her gaze a bit, she noticed that Catharina’s Mawile was watching her all the way. The little Pokémon’s intense, ruby eyes and slow blinking made her unsure of herself, but making sure that she didn’t have a dirty nose or anything, she just tried to eat, although she found it difficult with those hypnotic eyes on her all the time. The worst of it all was that Catharina really didn’t seem to care or notice this, as she kept babbling about her one night stands all the time, gesturing expressively, preferably with one chopstick in each hand. When she finished her meal and May was still holding the same morsel of sushi, Catharina finally asked her what was wrong.
“Do they cook so badly here? Good, next time we’ll go to a better place. Right, Mawile? Um…Mawile? What’s up? Mawile! Are you frozen solid or what? Huh? …Aaaaaaw! Yeah, look, May, there’s another Mawile sitting right over there and it looks like it’ll be a male! Oh, isn’t that cute! Heheh… go, sweetie. Why don’t you go over and play?”
“Ma-ma-wile..!”
Phew…and I can finally eat… May sighed and surprisingly quickly recovered her appetite.

“Ladies and gentlemen, our lovely, young coordinator May puts down a remarkable combination of hydro pump and frost breath! Let’s see what the judges have to say about it! …And…ladies and gentlemen, it’s an incredible perfect score for May from Petalburg City! Give her a rooound applause!”
So that was how it went through the Ecruteak City contest. The crowd was cheering, May was waving at everyone and trying to maintain a smile on her face, although her lips already hurt. True, she was happy upon being given her ribbon at the end, truly happy, but…well, but. Simply “but”. There was no Drew and that’s that. May supposed that he had already won all five ribbons that you need to be able to enter the Grand Festival, but sometimes you just believe in miracles at least until you face the reality.
So there stood our princess from Hoenn, touchingly raising one hand to wave, gripping the ribbon in the other one and wiping her tears away – she hardly knew what was causing them.
“How touching, ladies and gentlemen! We can but wish this young lady good luck in the next contest!”
May just smiled, although when Vivian actually spoke out these words, she longed to shout out that she wasn’t crying for having won her ribbon.
As soon as May got to her room at the Pokémon Centre, she wrote to Alba. She told her that she was losing hope – she would go to the end of the world for Drew, just to ask for roses and diamonds, and he doesn’t even know that she came to Johto. Why can’t he use telepathy or something?! He was supposed to be on that contest, cheering on her! He was supposed to ask to marry her at the end, in front of all those fangirls!
“Come on, May,” Alba wrote, “You are way too impatient. This was your first contest. He was surely watching it. He’ll find out about your presence and he’ll contact you, trust me.”
May trusted her, because she had no better option.
But she soon regretted it. The next contest came, it took place in Violet City. No Drew, no passionate declaration of love, May almost came to hate the ribbon she won. It was pink, with green dots.
While crossing the city centre to get to the Pokémon Centre, May’s heart was about to go through a massive acid test. But she had no idea about it. The sun was setting. The sky was bright pink, the air was warm and in May’s fantasy, all the clouds had the form of a heart, or at least a rose. Every youngster resembled Drew and smiled at her, the people were nice and she thought that maybe she’d find a rose perfume, like Alba advised her the previous night. “Drew’ll love that,” she assured May.
May liked to think of Drew and things related to him (=everything) in the future tense, because it felt just more real than the conditional. Alba had a talent to recognize these things without being told and that’s why (at least now) she was May’s best friend.
Suddenly, after crossing the road, in the garden of a nearby bar, May spotted a pair of white, fluttering wings and a long, green tail with red stripes. She focused her tired eyes and concluded that she’s seeing a Flygon and a Masquerain. Next she saw…well, of course – she saw Drew! He was sitting there, laughing about something. May wanted to call at him, but held her breath the next moment, when a younger girl with red hair appeared, hugged Flygon with one arm and Drew with the other. May felt all the blood of her body rush right into her face. The last thing she saw was a thin, tall and purple-haired Harley standing up from the same table, probably to make sure if he was really seeing her. Before he had time to act in any way, May was gone, because she was a woman and we know well that women sometimes like to use their fantasy. Sometimes a bit too much, therefore:
“It must have been his girlfriend!” May typed to Alba, killing off the hearts of many Greenpeace members because of all the paper napkins she was using up.
“Come on!” her friend replied, “You have no idea who she was! And honestly, coming to such radical conclusions after so little time is rather childish.”
Ouch! With that comment, Alba temporarily lost the title of a best friend, only to regain it the next time Drew appeared on the TV and May needing to tell someone how hot he looks.
In a nutshell, May concluded that she best went back home, retired to the countryside and lived the rest of her life as a hermit, without love or contact with other people. From one minute to another, all her desire to compete vanished to thin air. But only until Catharina entered their room last night, extended her hand with two papers and said:
“The next contest’s in five days in Cianwood City. I have two tickets for a ship that’ll take us there. You’ll join me, won’cha? I may consider unleashing the superpower of Mawile’s little jewel…”
Mawile stared at May in a way that assured her it wasn’t a handsome fellow Mawile that caught the little Pokémon’s attention the other day.
May closed her eyes and smiled for some mysterious reason. “Well then.”
And so they took off to Cianwood City. They walked, went by train and by boat. Catharina and May spent many hours together and gradually got to know each other. With time, Catharina told May about her boyfriend and May told her about Drew. May was even gradually getting used to Mawile’s penetrating and intense eyes, although there were times she really felt like going crazy, when the little creature gazed at her for what felt like hours and the worst thing was that Catharina still didn’t seem to really care about this vice her Pokémon developed. May already tried some tricks like snapping at Mawile when her friend wasn’t looking or throwing tiny paper balls…but nothing seemed to be helping.
Luckily, their journey wasn’t long enough to drive May crazy. Soon their feet hit the ground of Cianwood City, located on an island nearby. And by then they had little time left to train before the contest.
Suddenly, May found herself facing off against her new friend. They were the last two coordinators left, the crowd was so silent you’d hear the echo of a needle falling on the floor and Mawile was standing in front of Catharina, piercing May with its rubies, like always. May was using Skitty this time. Once again, she was getting nervous, examining the audience roughly for some green hair, but no luck. After all, after her real-life encounter with Drew and his new girlfriend she gradually lost her hopes and decided to actually win the Ribbon Cup, or snatch it away from Drew, to be more accurate.
The clock started ticking.
“Go, Skitty!”
“Go, Mawile!”
May only saw the movement as Catharina flung the precious gem into the air, the flash that followed blinded her and her Pokémon, as well as the crowd that let out many shrieks of disbelief.
After a few moments the flash faded and the crowd started cheering. May’s jaw dropped as she saw Mawile so different, yet the same in some way. “Ma-ha-ha-haaa,” it laughed, snapping its double jaw threateningly, taking up an absolute fighting stance. If it weren’t for the situation, May would even have thought it looked cute. But the time was flowing and Mawile’s mega evolved jaws took a bite way too hungry from May’s points.
“Uh…Skitty! Use assist!”
“Nyaaaa!”
“…Assist turned into vine whip! Careful, Skitty! Mawile’s jaws look almost deadly! Will Skitty be able to escape their grip?”
“Mawile, jump and use fairy wind! Then spin and use shadow ball!”
“Magnificent! May’s points sure are suffering!”
“Grrrr…Skitty! Jump on top of that shadow ball! And use assist again!”
It sure did take some time and nerves on both sides, but Skitty managed to use fire spin at some point and took Mawile out before the clock struck zero. May received yet another ribbon and was again waving and jumping and being happy and sad at the same time.
After she received all the applause, after they took about a million photos and asked her a million useless questions, she ran off to the dressing room and slipped down onto the bench next to her locker. Something felt uncomfortable though, so she reached under herself to see what she sat on.
Well, this time it was she who produced an exhausted shriek of disbelief, which gradually blended into a delightful “Hahahahahahaha!!!” She had to cover her mouth. Well, there it was! A rose! Just as red, with no thorns, as she remembered them. She smelled it. It was totally fresh, he must still be here! He’s breathing the same air! Forgetting to change, May ran, not knowing where, completely overwhelmed with a lightness impossible to describe. “Dreeew! Dreeew! Where are you? Dreeew!!!”
“May? Are you okay?” Catharina seemed to have been waiting for her in the lobby.
“Cathy…oh, yes, yes. Where’s Drew?! You must have seen him! He was here, just moments ago!”
“Drew? May, you’re really tired, go and change and we’ll go get some sleep. But hey, congrats! You are the best!”
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por Marié Mar 24 Dic - 16:26

Holiw :3
en realidad a mi me encanto (ademas amo que los caps sean largos) *-*
espero que sigas publicandolo
y sin mas que decir adios *-*

por Lorettine Sáb 28 Dic - 14:06

Hola hola, gracias por tus palabras. La historia entera la puedes encontrar en fanfiction.net, si pegas el título en google. Me gustaría pegarte el enlace aquí, pero no me deja. Gracias por decir que te gusta leer historias largas. Como ves, eres una de las muy, muy pocas. Y luego los escritores no tenemos nada que comer Laughing

por Pikelia Sáb 28 Dic - 14:18

Wow!
Dos cosas me impactó que estuviera en english sabes?
Pero no creas que por eso te librarás de mi(?

Bueno, para mi gusto esta muy bien escrito y redactado, me gustan los capitulos largos y odio que se acaben los one-shots, así que por el simple hecho de que sea largo ya de por sí un solo capitulo, me indica que quizás faltan dos o más contis, para que se acabe, realmente espero que no acabe, estuvo muy interesante y te doy animos a seguir escribiendo así.

Chao.

por Lorettine Dom 29 Dic - 7:03

Part II

Olivine City was more of a town than a city, but it sure had its charm. There was a large beach. If you followed it, you could get a tan, bathe, ride a boat and finally climb on top of a charming lighthouse. Naturally, the beach was full of bars and restaurants, because the businessmen were not stupid, they knew that people would certainly be willing to pay twice the price if they could sink their bare feet into the white sand and watch the sea. One of the cozy tables in one of the cozy bars was occupied by three ladies and a Mawile, which makes it pretty easy to guess at least two of them. The third was the finger-licking beautiful Jasmine, the local gym leader. May would normally have shown some surprise upon hearing that she and Catharina were related, but in the state she currently was in, she often drifted off to a lethargy so sweet it would give everyone a toothache if described more into details. The rose safe in her diary, she again saw Drew in every by-passer… That girlfriend must have been a fake.
“…May! Hello? May! You here with us? Jasmine was asking you how many ribbons you had.”
“Ummmm… W-what?”
“Oh well, never mind.”
“No, no. May, I was wondering how many ribbons you won since you arrived in Johto?”
“Three. I-I’m planning to enter the Festival.”
“Wow, but then you know you have to win both this contest here and the one in Goldenrod city? The Grand Festival will be in the National park in just three weeks, but there are only two contests left till then…”
“Oh, don’t worry, Jasmine, I have it under control.”
“You sure are brave and confident, May.”
“Well, she has a right to be, she won three out of three contests that she entered here so far, right May?”
“Yes…but it was more of a coincidence.”
“That doesn’t really matter in the end,” Catharina laughed and ordered more drinks. “Come, May, we’re getting you drunk tonight, I don’t wanna hear Drew’s name for at least twenty four hours, please! Am I right, Mawile?”
“Ma-wile!”
“Cathy, go easy on May!”
“No worries, sis! I got a broad schooling on parties in Kalos…”

Catharina’s partying experience really paid off – or well, it depends on which point of view you assume. May was having such a hangover that even two days after, upon entering the contest, she had to be on Tylenol in order not to use spit up on her Beautifly.
“Ugh…Beautifly, use psychic!” Lately Beautifly begun using this attack instead of string shot. It was cool to make the Frisbees levitate for once.
“Beauuuu-tifly!” The lovely insect performed its move and threw a worried glance at its trainer, whose face now had the color of Drew’s hair, or maybe a tone or two more grayish.
In the final round May and Beautifly were facing off against a large Stoutland. May could barely stand, gaining some support only from pushing her knees together, stopping them from shaking. She never wanted to see her bed as much as that day. To win a contest in such a condition is not a small thing. And of course, May did it, because that’s what this story requires.
Catharina was not there to accompany her, and May thought it better, because she wouldn’t laugh at her right then and there, but only after seeing her on the photos. And so May pinned yet another ribbon into her ribbon case and throwing a brief, but satisfied look at the fruit of her efforts, she changed.
She hopefully scanned the bench by her locker with her eyes, but looks like once again she had gained too much confidence. Her heart sunk painfully, when she saw no rose waiting for her.
And so, feeling sick AND having been let down by the love of her life, she angrily made her way out of the contest hall. She was so annoyed she didn’t even look under her feet and suddenly, even if in one thousand other cases no such thing would happen, her foot slipped. May yelled, for a few brief seconds she felt like flying and then she came face to face with the reality. Quite painfully, that is.
As she was rubbing her injured parts and cursing, she slowly opened her eyes and saw light pink rose petals scattered on the floor. She almost got a heart attack, but managed to get up and figure out that there was a narrow path formed of the petals. And if they made themselves known to her so brutally, who else could they be for?
Biting hard on her fist and barely breathing, May followed the petals. They led her right into a room festooned entirely with roses. It smelled really nice in there. Everything was pink and perfect and then someone tapped her eyes from behind and gently, tenderly kissed her in the hair. “I’ve been waiting for you, May,” Drew whispered. “Heeeee!” May squealed and threw herself into his arms happily, never to let him go again…
…I’m kidding. May was just having a really bad hangover. There was no room with rose petals and rosy aroma, because no one in my stories would have such a bad taste. She actually threw herself into the arms of a large, creepy Cacturne and when she was about to open her lips and really injure herself, a highly feminine voice shrieked: “Hey, that’s my Cacturne, missy!”
“Harley?! What are you doing here?!” May wrinkled her nose and pushed Cacturne away, beginning to pull out the spikes of her skin and clothes. That sure was a cruel joke, but it woke May up better than winning a contest and eating up an entire box of Tylanol.
“Why, lining your path with roses, of course.”
“That’s…that’s your doing, all this?!”
“Who did you think did it?”
“Um…”
“Tell me, cutiepie!” Harley took her by the shoulders and stared into her eyes. “Yeah, yeah… you’ve been hiding your love for long enough.”
“What do you mean?”
“Drew, of course! What do you think? That a person so sensitive as myself would not see something like that? Well, sweetheart! Come with me now, let me show you my space ship…”
May was already used to Harley’s being rare, but this time it felt like even he was crossing the line. “Wait, what space ship? And what about that last rose? Did…did you give it to me as well?”
“’Course, what did you think?!”
“Oh…”
“Don’t be sad, my little gingerbread cookie. It was worth it, wasn’t it?! A few days of bliss that no one will ever take away from you…”
“Maybe except Harley.”
“Mayley, if you please.”
Only now did May notice that once again, Harley was dressed up to match her. “Oh, god…”
“…And now voilá!”
They arrived to the car park and stopped in front of the most idiotic vehicle May ever saw in her whole life. It was an old model painted bright pink with a brush, obviously.
“This is your space ship?”
“Well, of course! Isn’t it the loveliest you’ve ever seen? It’s what I bought with the first money they ever gave me for an interview!”
“Oh…stunning.”
¨Cacturne loves it!”
“I see.”
“Wanna take a ride?! Or wait, I’ll put it in a different way: you’ll take a ride with me right now. We’ll go and eat some cute little ice cream by the seashore and I’ll tell you something.”
“What?”
“I wanted to marry you ever since I first saw you.”
“What?!”
“Oh never mind, I finally have your attention, May.”
“Great…”
“Now get that pretty butt of yours inside my space ship and let’s go reach the stars!”
“But Harley, I’m not sure I want to be inside a car you’re driving…”
“It’s Mayley, honey!”
“Oh, all right then.”
And so she got in. She preferred not to ask for the origin of the enchanting aroma inside Harley’s car. She just remembered to hold on to the remaining components in the sharper curves and tried not to focus on Pink yelling “Are we all we aaa-aaare!” all the way from Harley’s player that was set on the “repeat” mode as a bonus.
“So you thought that your beloved Drew sent you a rose?” Harley asked with a certain dose of sarcasm, while sweetly licking the cutest little ice cream you can imagine.
“Well, he used to do it some time ago…”
“Yeah, those were the times when you were young and beautiful.” Harley laughed at his own joke, because no one else would do it.
“But I saw that he had a girlfriend that night…”
“…And you couldn’t sleep since then, am I right, my little pink Luvdisc?”
“Don’t call me that!”
“Oh, yes, she sure is very, very much in love with Drew…”
“Hmmm…”
“Just like you.”
“No!”
“Her name is Brianna…”
“What?! What did you say?!”
“Brianna…she even stopped calling him Mr. Drew by now! Isn’t it wonderful what love can do? Oh, but May! Wait…”
“Huh?”
“Don’t cry!”
“I’m not crying…”
“And don’t lie, either! You see, Brianna’s not exactly Drew’s girlfriend…”
“Oh?”
“…Hihihiii…look at those sparkles in your eyes!” Harley took both her hands and considered buying her such a cute ice cream as well. “…Although she’d surely like it, no doubt about that.”
“But…but…why was she hugging his Flygon and…and…”
“His Flygon? May, sweetheart, Drew’s Flygon gets the atopic eczema the moment it hears Brianna’s name. She wanted it to marry her Flygon, that is.”
“She has a Flygon too?” May’s voice was getting a somewhat brighter tone by now.
“Oh, of course, and a Masquerain too! That girl copies Drew in all she can. She was really drunk the night you saw her. And I wanted to tell you how much you misinterpreted the scene, but you gave me no chance. Actually, she’s entering the Grand Festival… You have four ribbons now, haven’t you?”
“That’s right! And I’m entering and winning!”
“My, my! Looks like Brianna used jealousy and it was super effective and a critical hit too! Now you seem to have snapped out of it…”
“W-where’s Drew now?”
“With Solidad in Goldenrod City. That’s where the last contest is, sweetie. You make sure you win it, so we can have some fun destroying you at the Grand Festival!”
“Oh, Harley, you wish!”
“Mayley! It’s Mayley!!!”
“Oh, shut up.”
“I’ll tell you something, if you call me Mayley.”
“Grrruh…well, please, Mayley?”
“There’s a good girl. Now come, lend me your tiny, tiny little ear.”
After a few moments, May went through a stage of keeping a hand in front of her mouth and over into that expression which you gain after having smoked a pound of weed. And Harley, all happy, handed her a purple box: “I made some cookies. Wanna try?”
May knew very well this was a test. “Thank you!”
“So? How-are-they?” Harley leaned so close to her she could feel his peppermint ice cream breath.
“Never better, Mayley.”
“You learn faster than I thought!”

That same night Catharina’s Mawile had rotten luck. After May told her friend Catharina all about that day’s conversation with Harley/Mayley, our lost young hero soon became like a broken LP, repeating the same things over and over again. And because Catharina had better things to do, she kissed her Mawile warmly on the top of its head and left it there, since Mawile seemed to take great enjoyment in observing May. Thus everyone was content and that’s the way it should be.

May’s last contest wasn’t supposed to be any different from the previous ones. She had to come, do some magic and win. She couldn’t really concentrate, but this time the reason was at least a bit more positive – she never loved Harley like back then. At the same time she was pretty nervous. It’s Goldenrod City, Drew’s there and he’s surely somewhere in the audience! He must be!
May didn’t need to search for too long, since way too soon she saw a gigantic banner that read “Go, go, go, May!”. It was painted with red and there were many little hearts around. Solidad was holding up one half, Harley the other, but as soon as the latter saw that May turned her face there, he rammed the paper into the hands of a shocked and seemingly a bit annoyed Drew. Then he grinned at May and showed her some delighted thumbs up.
May didn’t quite know how to react and it’s understandable – seeing the love of your life for the first time after so long in such an awkward situation doesn’t make it exactly easy to ask for vouchers and diamonds. May giggled nervously, lifted her hand to say hi and then ran her tongue over her teeth to make sure Drew wouldn’t find out she ate a bread roll with cottage cheese and spinach that morning.
Our miss coordinator also noticed a frowning Brianna, by now in Harley’s arms, who was petting her on the top of her head like a puppy. Her expression was that of a three year old from a good family after she’s told that she can’t pull the tablecloth off the table.
May used up all her Pokémon in that last contest. From time to time she glanced in the direction of her personal cheerleaders, but tried to do so in a way so that they wouldn’t notice. They all noticed (May was a dismal actress), but didn’t want to make May unhappy, so they pretended not to know. She then noted that Drew smiled at her and for some unknown reason she growled aloud: “Mwaaaahhhh…are we all we aaaaare…!”
When she won, Harley’s cheers were so loud and delighted they almost seemed false, like always, after all. But May still loved him that day. That day she loved everyone. And she pinned her last ribbon. A navy blue one with golden lining.
“Maaay…cutipie! Look, I have a gift for you!”
“No, thank you, no more cookies, Harley! You’re very ni- …oh.”
May felt embarrassed, because Harley’s hand was resting on Drew’s shoulder and she just remembered how lazy she was the previous night to wash her hair. She made some last vain attempt at correcting her disheveled hairdo, but it was too late. She blushed and looked Drew’s Roserade deep in the eyes.
“Look, May, Drew has a gift for you.” Harley said and handed May a bouquet. One of the loveliest she’s ever seen. She was just about to give in and join Harley in playing this pleasant game, but as she lifted her gaze, she only heard Drew say:
“For god’s sake, Harley, you’re embarrassing me! Come on, Roserade. …Sorry, May.” And he walked away.
“Wha-…did I say something? Romeo! Hey, Romeooo!”
“Stop, Harley. Drew’s right, you’ve done just enough,” Solidad cut in, grabbing Harley’s vigorous forearm.
Harley folded his arms and looked a bit offended and a bit disappointed as well. “They’re both so stupid! They’re in love, everyone knows, except them,” he sung.
“Leave them Harley. They’re adult people – “
“What?!”
“Yes, and you leave them alone. They know what they’re doing.”
“No, they don’t. Now you leave me. Dreeeeew…wait for me, big boy… Let’s go get drunk!”
That’s bad, thus May and Solidad lost the opportunity of being driven home.
Being aware of their cruel fate, Solidad put a hand on May’s shoulder. “Well…we all blew this, didn’t we? Except you, of course,” she smirked. “May, you were great. Let’s forget about this, you deserve a celebration.”
They ended up in a small, nice café on one of the main avenues.
“…Yeah, one small Viennese…but without any cream, if you please…thank you! And you, May? Order whatever you want, I’m paying tonight, so go ahead!”
Solidad didn’t need to say this twice. “A century egg as a starter, then a California roll with black mushroom salad, an Italian style risotto, grilled vegetables with parmesan and um…an ice cream as a dessert. The cutest one you have.”

por reinat Miér 29 Ene - 23:44

¡¡hola!!
me gusto mucho el one
me gusta como narras

también me gustan mucho
los capii que son largos
bueno sin mas que escribir me despido
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por Yane Jue 30 Ene - 5:52

hello lorettine Super effective (one shot story cut in parts) 21311

antes que nada bienvenida contest
me gusta mucho tu one

ya que tu idea esta bn y original
me ha gustado espero q sigas ai

escribiendo q yo con gusto lo leo
bueno sin mas que escribir me

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