I Like Your Bra.

As soon as she walked in, he started laughing.

"Oh Arceus," he chortled. "What did you do?"

She frowned and glared at him. Her shirt was covered in mud. There was mud in other places, too—flecks of it in her hair, scraped on her knees, on the edge of her jeans shorts—but it was mostly her shirt.

"Don't laugh," she fumed. Drew guessed she wasn't going to tell him what actually happened, but it was pretty clear she had fallen forward into a mud puddle. How very like her.

They had been traveling together temporarily. Not really by purpose; they just happened to be heading in the same direction. Drew preferred to travel alone, but for her, he'd make an exception.

They were sharing a room in the Olivine City Pokémon Center, a first for them. There was a contest tomorrow, and they were both planning to enter.

"Do you have an extra shirt?" she asked.

"Don't you?"

"Nothing clean," May sighed, exasperated.

"Yeah, obviously." He gave her another once-over.

"Drew, please. I need to do my laundry right now."

"All right, all right." The male coordinator rolled his eyes as he reached into his bag, pulling out a white v-neck and tossing it to her. "Just don't fall into the mud again. I actually like that one."

"Thanks, I won't," May muttered, shaking her head. She didn't hesitate to begin pulling her muddy shirt over her head, and Drew immediately went red in the face.

"Oh my Mew, May!" He jerked his head to the side, looking away to give her some privacy.

"What?" Her voice was muffled by the fabric, but she seemed genuinely confused. Drew tapped his fingers against his thigh, as though by nervous habit. He had forgotten, she had traveled with male companions before. But that was when she 10; the girl was 12 now. Surely she knew it was not acceptable by societal standards to change clothes in front of other men at this age?

Apparently not.

"Ugh, it's stuck," she grumbled, still attempting to pull her shirt over her head. "Will you help me out?"

"What? No! Take care of it yourself." He still wasn't looking at her.

"Come on, Drew, help a girl out."

Drew inhaled deeply before turning to face her once again. She looked ridiculous with her shirt flopped over her head. Doing his best not to look any lower than that (he definitely hadn't noticed the fact that she was wearing a cutesy Skitty print bra, nope, not at all), he approached her and yanked the muddy shirt over her head.

"Ah, thank you," she smiled. His white T-shirt was far easier for her to get over her head, as it was a couple of sizes too big for her.

"Yeah, no problem," he replied, sitting down at the desk and facing away from her. He needed a moment to collect himself.

Curse his teenage hormones.