“Ya, he is standing outside. What do I do?”
May slouched down in a sitting position only inches under the mahogany windowsill. She held a cordless phone close to her ear, under her mane of light brown hair. This was one of those times where some hard core advice could be very useful, even if it was from her stupid nyasi head of a rival over in LaRousse City.
Why would she be in this position and calling a person she competed with for advice, wewe ask? Well outside of that window, behind the shut blinds covering the glass, was the worst possible person that could have ever found May in her nyumbani town of Pettleburg City. He was about six and a half feet tall with long amethyst curls and zumaridi, zamaradi eyes. He spent most days trying to cosplay as a male cacturne with his strange attire. If wewe asked anyone, they would say that he was gay.
“What the hell are wewe talking about? Can wewe at least explain before wewe start asking my questions?” Drew replied from the other line.
“Harley!” May exclaimed, “He is outside my house right now, uigizaji like a stalker!” May slowly got up onto her feet, still holding the phone to her left ear, slightly opened the blinds with two fingers, and peered out to the front step. The foul man still stood inayofuata to her front door waiting for it to open.
She heard a laugh clatter through the telephone, “Well, it’s your fault, really. After all, wewe are the one who gave him your number.”
The female let go of the blinds and conveyed it lower so she could give a deathly glare into the mouth piece. She then brought it closer to her mouth and screamed, “I didn’t give it to him! Why would I ever do that?”
“Woah. Settle down there May,” he soothed, “I didn’t know…… but why are wewe calling me about this?”
“Because-“ She was at Lost for words. She wasn’t exactly sure why she had called Drew. May could have called anyone when she snatched for the cordless phone, but when she punched in numbers; she ended up dialling her rival’s phone number. Maybe it just felt right to. After all, he was the one person who knew Harley the most. She continued with a sigh, “I don’t really know actually…”
The female didn’t have to be in LaRousse City to know that Drew just rolled his eyes. “Then why don’t wewe call Ash au Max? au better yet, the police!”
“Max and I had a fight on Tuesday,” she sighed. May recalled that awful Tuesday perfectly. Max had come over asking for money for the thousandth time. He was introduced to a lottery corner months before and he already had a gambling problem. May complained how Max was always hounding her for extra money and how he should just grow up. That led to screaming like children fighting over the newest Pikachu doll. “I think I should leave him to cool down for a couple of days.”
“And Ash?”
“How would I know where he is? He is always somewhere new, and anyway, he would be way too busy to come over on such short notice. I can’t call the police either. Harley would scare them off!”
Drew sighed impatiently, “touché….. But, what about Misty?”
“Misty is way too busy with the gym! I can’t tear her away from Cerulean! And also, she doesn’t know Harley and wewe do!” She put the phone down before estimating his inayofuata option and bringing it back to her ear. “And Harley would scare the crap out of Dawn, so no.”
“So, I guess that leaves it to me…….”
“Please, Drew!” May pleaded, “Just come over on Flygon and scare him off, maybe brainwash him for me. I have no idea what he would do if I did open the door and I am far from ready to figure it out kwa myself.” Her voice was dejected with a hint of fright. Only a heartless person would say no.
There were several sekunde of silence before his voice invaded her ear again, “I don’t know, May. I was going to train Roselia to make a rose garden today…”
May pleaded once again into the phone, “please Drew. I will never ask for anything ever-“ She stared at the mouth piece in confusion, “did wewe just say rose garden?”
“Yep.”
She sat there for a few quiet seconds. A rose garden? Really? “Remind me never to buy roses again. I think there are special pokemon work laws for that. But anyway, just please come over! Do wewe know how hard it is to ask wewe nicely?”
“Touché,” Drew answered with a laugh. “Fine, wewe got me, I’ll come over. Just let me find that address wewe gave me at the last contest. It should be in my jeans pocket on the bed.” May heard a clank from the other line, probably Drew setting down his phone. Silence surrounded the line again and she waited patiently. She heard a faint whisper from the back ground, “……. Oops ……..”
“Drew?”
He picked up his telephone, “uh, I have a little problem that will make wewe smack me when I get over….. I can’t find that little piece of paper wewe gave to me. It must have fallen out of my pocket and-“
There were no zaidi words needed before the female got the picture. “Oh, god!” May screamed, “Don’t tell me Harley picked it up!” She slumped down under the window sill again, “what rotten luck………”
Drew sighed, “don’t worry, I will be there soon, May. I am going to get wewe out of this mess, see ya.” The line went dead.
May let her grip go around the cellular device and let it crash onto the wooden floor. “And now I wait…….”
May slouched down in a sitting position only inches under the mahogany windowsill. She held a cordless phone close to her ear, under her mane of light brown hair. This was one of those times where some hard core advice could be very useful, even if it was from her stupid nyasi head of a rival over in LaRousse City.
Why would she be in this position and calling a person she competed with for advice, wewe ask? Well outside of that window, behind the shut blinds covering the glass, was the worst possible person that could have ever found May in her nyumbani town of Pettleburg City. He was about six and a half feet tall with long amethyst curls and zumaridi, zamaradi eyes. He spent most days trying to cosplay as a male cacturne with his strange attire. If wewe asked anyone, they would say that he was gay.
“What the hell are wewe talking about? Can wewe at least explain before wewe start asking my questions?” Drew replied from the other line.
“Harley!” May exclaimed, “He is outside my house right now, uigizaji like a stalker!” May slowly got up onto her feet, still holding the phone to her left ear, slightly opened the blinds with two fingers, and peered out to the front step. The foul man still stood inayofuata to her front door waiting for it to open.
She heard a laugh clatter through the telephone, “Well, it’s your fault, really. After all, wewe are the one who gave him your number.”
The female let go of the blinds and conveyed it lower so she could give a deathly glare into the mouth piece. She then brought it closer to her mouth and screamed, “I didn’t give it to him! Why would I ever do that?”
“Woah. Settle down there May,” he soothed, “I didn’t know…… but why are wewe calling me about this?”
“Because-“ She was at Lost for words. She wasn’t exactly sure why she had called Drew. May could have called anyone when she snatched for the cordless phone, but when she punched in numbers; she ended up dialling her rival’s phone number. Maybe it just felt right to. After all, he was the one person who knew Harley the most. She continued with a sigh, “I don’t really know actually…”
The female didn’t have to be in LaRousse City to know that Drew just rolled his eyes. “Then why don’t wewe call Ash au Max? au better yet, the police!”
“Max and I had a fight on Tuesday,” she sighed. May recalled that awful Tuesday perfectly. Max had come over asking for money for the thousandth time. He was introduced to a lottery corner months before and he already had a gambling problem. May complained how Max was always hounding her for extra money and how he should just grow up. That led to screaming like children fighting over the newest Pikachu doll. “I think I should leave him to cool down for a couple of days.”
“And Ash?”
“How would I know where he is? He is always somewhere new, and anyway, he would be way too busy to come over on such short notice. I can’t call the police either. Harley would scare them off!”
Drew sighed impatiently, “touché….. But, what about Misty?”
“Misty is way too busy with the gym! I can’t tear her away from Cerulean! And also, she doesn’t know Harley and wewe do!” She put the phone down before estimating his inayofuata option and bringing it back to her ear. “And Harley would scare the crap out of Dawn, so no.”
“So, I guess that leaves it to me…….”
“Please, Drew!” May pleaded, “Just come over on Flygon and scare him off, maybe brainwash him for me. I have no idea what he would do if I did open the door and I am far from ready to figure it out kwa myself.” Her voice was dejected with a hint of fright. Only a heartless person would say no.
There were several sekunde of silence before his voice invaded her ear again, “I don’t know, May. I was going to train Roselia to make a rose garden today…”
May pleaded once again into the phone, “please Drew. I will never ask for anything ever-“ She stared at the mouth piece in confusion, “did wewe just say rose garden?”
“Yep.”
She sat there for a few quiet seconds. A rose garden? Really? “Remind me never to buy roses again. I think there are special pokemon work laws for that. But anyway, just please come over! Do wewe know how hard it is to ask wewe nicely?”
“Touché,” Drew answered with a laugh. “Fine, wewe got me, I’ll come over. Just let me find that address wewe gave me at the last contest. It should be in my jeans pocket on the bed.” May heard a clank from the other line, probably Drew setting down his phone. Silence surrounded the line again and she waited patiently. She heard a faint whisper from the back ground, “……. Oops ……..”
“Drew?”
He picked up his telephone, “uh, I have a little problem that will make wewe smack me when I get over….. I can’t find that little piece of paper wewe gave to me. It must have fallen out of my pocket and-“
There were no zaidi words needed before the female got the picture. “Oh, god!” May screamed, “Don’t tell me Harley picked it up!” She slumped down under the window sill again, “what rotten luck………”
Drew sighed, “don’t worry, I will be there soon, May. I am going to get wewe out of this mess, see ya.” The line went dead.
May let her grip go around the cellular device and let it crash onto the wooden floor. “And now I wait…….”