Lucarly: I have a headache right now. Hopefully that won't make my writing suck.

Misty: Especially since it's the last chapter.

Lucarly: I know, but I'm late in updating, so. . .

Misty: You're late an awful lot.

Lucarly: It's because I'm lazy. I don't own Pokémon.

Ch. 12: Spring - Festival

Summary: Fireworks always were rather romantic.

There was an explosion of green as the first firework went off, its loud crack breaking through the silence of the normally-quiet beach. But not tonight. Tonight was a celebration of the end of the Grand Festival, and the abandoned shores had become a host to games and shops for coordinators and trainers alike. May and Drew watched the light show from the boardwalk, holding hands and leaning against the moist, wooden railing. As a second firework went off, this time orange, lighting up the black sky. May sighed as she rested her chin in the palm of her hand.

"Fireworks are so romantic," she said with a small twinkle in her eyes as a third blue firework went off. Drew smirked and flicked his hair.

"To you, anything is romantic as long as I'm around," he said haughtily. May pursed her lips in annoyance and shot a quick glare at her oh-so-arrogant-yet-oh-so-handsome boyfriend.

"You're so full of yourself," she growled, her left eyebrow twitching slightly. Drew chuckled to himself quietly and flicked her flirtatiously on the nose. He always thought she was awfully cute when she was mad.

"No, I'm just honest," he said with a smirk. May's cheeks flushed pink as she turned away, trying to hide her embarrassment.

"S-So, I still can't get over the fact that Harley actually wonthe Grand Festival," she said quickly, still avoiding Drew's piercing green eyes. The male coordinator rolled his eyes, immediately recognizing May's attempt to change the subject. Still, he decided to go along with it. Besides, he had already had his fair share of amusement today from irritating her.

"Well, he has gotten a lot better. And a lot more honorable, I might add. That's probably the work of Solidad." said Drew casually, casting his gaze down at the inky black waters, reflecting the bright lights in the sky. "Speaking of Solidad, I can't believe she actually agreed to marry him. And in public, of all places."

May scoffed.

"And what's so bad about that? I mean, I actually thought it was romantic, in front of that big crowd. Plus, it probably quelled her disappointment of losing to him. After all, he proposed to her right after the battle!" May was grinning now, caught up by the so-called romance of it all. Drew chuckled once again and shook his head slightly.

"Quelled, huh? Careful May, you're starting to use big words," he said with another laugh. May frowned.

"Shut-up, I'm not as stupid as you think I am," she pouted.

"I didn't say you were stupid. I actually think you're quite clever. . .Gullible, but clever." he explained carefully. Drew's words seemed to make no impact on May's sour mood as her expression remained the same. Now it was Drew's turn to frown.

"Oh, come on, May. You know I only tease you because I love you." said Drew plainly, not realizing what he had just said. May's head perked up as curiousity crossed her face.

"Love?" she inquired. Drew's lip twitched slightly, realizing his error. But he felt warmth in his heart as he stared into her big, sappire irises, assuring him that perhaps he did actually love her.

"Yeah." he admitted after a moment. May's eyes lit up with a sort of excitement as a blush creeped across her cheeks.

"You mean it?" she asked. Drew rolled his eyes.

"If I didn't mean, I would tell you I didn't," he said plainly, his voice dripping with sarcasm. May ignored his cynical statement, however, and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling herself closer to him. Drew smirked and wrapped his arms around her waist.

"I love you too." she said, bringing her lips up to his in a sweet, gentle kiss. Drew didn't hesitate to kiss her back, tightening his grip around her slender waist upon the realization that he was damn lucky to be dating a girl like May. She was-


"What a scoop! Rival coordinators May Maple and Drew Rozen share a kiss at the Grand Festival celebration! Oh boy, the boss is going to be so pleased I got a picture of it. . ." said a female reporter, clutching her camera triumphantly. May and Drew broke apart quickly, staring at the woman in front of them.

"I thought we were going to be able to stay out of the tabloids for at least a few months. . ." said Drew with a sigh. May giggled and embraced him, resting her head under his chin.

"Hey, you always knew I was package deal."


Lucarly: Ow. . .Head pounding. . .Room spinning. . .Need Advil.

Misty: Er. . .Yeah. You need some meds.

Lucarly: I know. I hope you guys enjoyed this story. Thanks for sticking through it with me. I don't have any plans for a sequel whatsoever, but I'll probably come up with a one-shot or two. . .I'm pretty open to requests if anyone wants to chuck an idea or two at me. One-shots only please. Multi-chaptered fics hurt my brain.

Misty: Obviously.

Lucarly: . . .Anyway, reviews are love. So if you love me, review. If you don't love me, review anyway.