May gave a frustrated sigh and lay back against the pillows, looking up at the generic, pale ceiling of the Pokemon Center room. She had waited all day, and still: nothing.
It hadn’t been terribly difficult, but during the day May’s patience had ultimately soured after watching what seemed to be every couple under the periwinkle February sky exchanging chocolates and flowers and balloons and kisses to commemorate the special day. Ash had been oblivious to it all, aimlessly continuing his trek through the city and completely immune to the paraphernalia of reds and pinks and whites that surrounded him. At some point, as they stopped for lunch in a small coffeeshop, May had fancied the notion that even Drew could have done better (probably with a dozen dew-covered roses, she imagined). Granted, as soon as the thought had crossed her mind, May had felt a pang of shame followed by self-rebuttal—no, she wasn’t going to be shallow; she was better than that. Ash deserved better than that.
Of course, it also helped that Ash soon returned to their table with a red velvet cupcake topped with cream cheese icing and little pink sprinkles—sure, he didn’t say anything, no Happy Valentine’s Day, or I love you, but he did offer her the first bite, so really, May decided it was pretty much the same thing.
[what a silly boy, he was.]
Now though, sitting alone in a room that was so bland and familiar in its unfamiliarity, with said silly boy sleeping literally just beyond the other wall, May couldn’t help but feel a sense of disappointment. Sometimes, she just wished that she hadn’t fallen so completely and hopelessly in love with someone so oblivious.
May let out another loud sigh, as if there was someone around to hear it, and buried herself deeper within the neatly made nest of pillows and comforters. The digital clock on the bedside table flashed muted green numbers at her: 11:37 pm. Might as well go to sleep, she thought, because Ash would want to leave bright and early tomorrow morning to get to the gym on time...
The next thing she knew, May was startled awake by a soft knock at her door. A little disoriented, she combed down her messy hair with her fingers and padded unsteadily to the door, opening it. The light from the hallway flooded in, and, squinting, May poked her head out and glanced around. Nobody was there.
She let out a small hum of confusion, and was just about to shut the door again when a piece of paper crunched beneath her feet. Looking down in surprise, May noticed that it was a piece of folded Pokemon center stationary, sealed shut by a lopsided heart sticker. Curious, she bent down and brought the piece of paper back into the room with her, shutting the door quietly.
It was a message, apparently. Illuminated by the green numbers on the digital clock, which now flashed 12:00 am, May carefully removed the sticker and unfolded the note. Scribbled on the paper in a boyish scrawl was a crudely-drawn pokeball, fashioned into the shape of a heart, followed by the words:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
If I had one of these,
I would only catch you.
I love you. – Ash
It wasn’t until she had read the words again for the fifth time that May finally noticed the ridiculously bright smile threatening to split her face. Oh that boy, that silly, beautiful boy. How could she not have seen this coming? Bringing the note to her chest, May let herself fall down on the bed again, grinning like a fool and chuckling to herself, the laughter bubbling in her lungs and filling her insides with light.
It was inevitable. She really was, completely and hopelessly, in love.