Pokemon One-Shots and Headcanons

The Date (Contestshipping)

Sorry, I know I've put these off for a long time, but I got distracted with other projects. Anyway, this is a request from @amourchu

In all his life, Drew had never been nervous. He hadn't been nervous before his first contest. He hadn't been nervous when he chose his first Pokemon. He hadn't been nervous the first time he'd been in a real Pokemon battle. Nervousness just wasn't a feeling that came to him.

So naturally, it was an extremely odd experience when his heart starting pounding against his ribcage and his stomach twisted itself into little knots when he went up to May Maple to ask her on a date.

Honestly though, it was mostly her fault. If she hadn't been so clueless, she would have realized that the roses he gave her Pokemon after every contest were actually meant for her. But no, she just had to be as dense as that stupid Ketchum, which meant he now had to be even more forward, something he was not accustomed to doing.

"H-hey, May?" Drew managed to spit out, catching up to her just outside the Pokemon Center.

The brown-haired beauty turned to face him, and he felt his breath catch when her eyes met his. She was smiling, although she looked a little confused as to why he was there.

"Oh, hey Drew," she greeted him. "Is something wrong?"

"N-no," he said quickly. "It's just-good luck at the next contest."

"Oh-well, thank you," May said.

Drew nodded and was about to ask her out, until he felt an all-too-familiar sensation. It started as a small tingling in his stomach. It was the same one he felt after eating his mother's fried beans. It was the same one he felt after drinking too much soda.

Drew needed to fart.

He tried to hold it in, he really did. But it was too much. With a loud belch and a relieved sigh, Drew officially met his doom. For he had just farted in front of the girl he'd been trying to ask on a date. And she was screaming. Probably not a good sign.

Some things were just not meant to be.