Idk what and how am I going to write this one-shot, but I hope that this is good.

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𝐀𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 || 𝑴𝒂𝒚 𝒙 𝑫𝒓𝒆𝒘

'ℐ𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝒶𝓃 𝒶𝒹𝒹𝒾𝒸𝓉𝒾ℴ𝓃, 𝓎ℴ𝓊 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓃ℯ𝓋ℯ𝓇 𝓂𝒶𝓀ℯ 𝓂ℯ 𝓁ℯ𝓉 ℊℴ ℴ𝒻 𝒾𝓉...'

It was night time, almost 11:30 PM, and everyone was enjoying themselves until they were sure they couldn't even stand on their legs.

The music inside the basement club of Gary's house blared as if shouting for the young souls to enjoy as if it were their last.

His typical group of friends was also invited.

Ash, Paul and Leaf were sitting near the crowdy side of the club, chatting drunkenly as they kept on chugging down shots and shots of alcohol.

Misty and Dawn were squished in the crowd, grinding and swaying their bodies from side to side as they let the music take over them. Gary himself was off around the club, asking the others with a charismatic smile and send winks here and there to the pretty caked-up faces of the young girls (girl around the age of 18-19, a year or two younger than him).

He was completely drunk but his face held off the look of dizziness, but he was sure that the next moment if he is with Leaf, she was going to blow her head off and he would be sleeping on the floor with only a blanket to cover himself.

Yes. That was how strict Leaf can go.

But as long as she can forgive him (if he apologizes genuinely, that is) he was sure no girl will ever break his bond with his Kitten (aka, Leaf).

May was sitting on the couch which was in the farthest corner of the club, with almost no one there. She was glad that Gary always had a free and open space around for her because of her having the chances of feeling suffocated. Gary always had a sweet spot for his sisters (Misty, May and Dawn) and the girls were glad.

Drew...

He was never really found in the club. As soon as he entered, he would walk off to who knows where and would only meet the rest of his friends when the party was almost over and everyone would just be filing themselves out or pleading Gary to let them stay for a while in the guest rooms.

May sighed and sipped her coke. She was never really a fan of alcohol or any of that sort. She was strictly against it. And it had a reason, a very good reason to be that way.

She had lost her father when she was just the age of 6. It was the time of night when mostly the crazy youngsters or those addicted bike racers would roam around. It was 2:15 AM.

May remembered that night very clearly.

Her dad was just walking down the street, slightly drunk but he wasn't drunk enough to not be able to walk. He reached the traffic signal and stood in front of it, a hand rushing to ruffle his sweaty hair as he sighed and waited for the light to turn green.

When it did, with a lazy smile, he walked down the paved path and onto the road as he began crossing it. But he couldn't make it.

If only he had stayed on the path for just about a minute then maybe he wouldn't have been hit by some crazy psycho bike racer. The younger boy didn't even stop to check if he was breathing and scurried away.

And that was when May had decided to never touch alcohol. First, it brought back memories of how her father died. And second, because it was the reason she even lost her mother after a few years when she turned 8.

Her mother, who had been seriously traumatized by her husband's death had started drinking. And on May's birthday, she returned home late, completely wasted and without glancing at the birthday girl, she slumped to her room and inside the bathroom. May knew what was about to happen next but she couldn't bring herself to knock on the bathroom door and stop her mother.

And before she knew it, she became parent-less. Her parents had died and the cause somehow had alcohol and May made a promise to herself that she will never ever consume alcohol.

It only brought back sad and disturbing memories.

May sipped her coke once again, looking around and trying to spot everyone. But in the end, she frowned. She could never find where Drew goes as soon as he is in the club.

"Is he some kind of Mr. Invisible?" She mumbled, twirling her now empty glass in her hand. She went to the bar and placed the glass there with a smile as Brock greeted her.

"How's it going, May?" He asked, taking her glass and pointing towards another bottle of coke, gesturing if she wanted any.

May shook her head with a smile and answered, "it's all been fine, Brock. Max and I have adjusted after so long and now looks like life is stable."

"Ah, good." He paired for a second and then continued, "So ‥ any luck with Drew or something?" And with that, a smirk was already on his lips as he awaited her answer.

"What?" May's ears perked up when she heard Brock. After waiting for a minute to process what he had asked, she shook her head and answered whilst waving her hand, "Ah, n-no, why would I ha-have something f-for Drew, a-as if, pfft."

Brock scrunched up his nose and spoke, his voice slightly heavier but soft, "Listen, I have been seeing you looking around for him, and it is pretty obvious how you act around him too. Although I don't know why he hasn't figured it out, but I am sure that you have a thing for him. Just admit it, May!"

"I- uh, y- yeah. I kind of, uh- like him..." she stuttered, her voice wavering as she tried to avoid eye contact with Brock. She could feel him grinning like an idiot when she confirmed that she had slight romantic feelings for Drew.

"Okay then," Brock said and clasped his hands, looking around for a while before he looked at May and turned her to face over a certain direction and pointed, saying, "He usually is in the backyard. From that stairs, he usually goes. So now, shoo- shoo- May."

He slightly pushed her towards the direction of the stairs and May stumbled forward before getting bumped into a random person. The person grunted and shoved her aside as they then began enjoying. May tutted in annoyance, her eyes then slowly trailing towards the stairs.

Should I go? Or should I not?- She asked herself. But before her brain could recess any answer, her legs followed her heart and she was soon in front of the stairs.

She took a deep, shaky breath and lifted her leg, stepping onto the stairs and now going upstairs to the backyard.

She opened the old wooden door to the backyard. The thin chilly air rushing past her, swaying through her loose chocolate locks. May stepped on the grass, the cold wetness of the grass seeping into the soles of sandals.

But there was something odd in the air.

It smelt of smoke.

May scrunched up her nose, already irritated of the disgusting whiff of the smoke in the air. She pressed her nose into her elbow and slowly walked ahead, closing the door behind her.

As she walked further, the smell aggravated and May figures, someone was smoking up here. An annoyed grunt left her lips as tried to block the smell from entering her nostrils.

Why did I even think of coming up here?- she mumbled to herself in her elbow. Her eyes trailed around, taking in her surroundings.

It was a pretty night. The wind slowly passing through trees, the light voices of the night insects. The moonlight, the stars in the bright black sky, it was all serene.

Except for the smoky smell.

"May."

May stopped in her tracks when she heard her name. The voice was hoarse and heavy. As if the person himself was smoking. But she didn't want to believe that he was smoking.

How could he have?

But when May turned around, her wish was broken into pieces when she saw a lit cigar clamped between his fingers which was ghosting over his chipped and rough lips.

His greenish hair is dishevelled as if he had run his fingers through it numerous times. His eyes were dull, yet there was something in them that imprisoned May as soon as her eyes met his.

She gulped down a lump of saliva which had built.

"I- uh- you- t-this-" she stuttered, not really knowing what should she reply him with. But then, when she noticed the cigar, her eyes sharpened and looked straight into his eyes speaking, "Why are you smoking?"

"It's none of your business to mind in." He replied sharply.

"It is, Drew. Why are you doing this to your lungs?" She stepped forward towards him as she continued jabbing questions into his chest as if they were some kind of piercing arrows. "Since how long have you been doing this? Do everyone else know? Do your parents know? How many have you used until now?"

He stood unaffected by her questions.

"Just tell me, Drew, why are you doing this?" She asked, panting after firing so many questions at him yet he didn't answer. The desperation and care hidden behind her pleading eyes might have reached him but he decided to ignore it and faced away from her.

"Why would you want to even know?" He snapped. He didn't want anyone to know why was he like this. He didn't want them to pity him later because of his reasons. Especially not from May. He didn't want her to pity him because of those stupid fucking reasons of his.

"Because I care ..."

"Why?" He asked, his voice was heavy and May felt the sadness lacing it.

"Just tell me, Drew. I won't judge ‥ Never."

"No ‥ you will, after you know why I am addicted to this, you will." He faced her again. His emerald eyes were watery and red, as if he was trying so hard to not cry in front of her.

"I won't judge," May replied, her voice slow and almost so soft that he barely heard her.

"It's not just about judging me, May. I am sure you will pity me." Drew spoke, his hand falling beside him and the cigar slipping from it.

A flash of worry sparked in May's eyes. She never saw him like this. She didn't even know what he went through but she was sure it was much worse than what it seems. And maybe that is why he worries about being pitied and judged.

"I won't, Drew. Just let me help you ... this once. I can help you with letting go of your addiction." She pleaded and slowly neared him. She placed a hand over his forearm and looked up into his eyes.

"It is an addiction, May. You can never let me go of it."

"No, it is not like that," May spoke, her eyes boring into his, searching for anything. She knew he was suffering but he didn't want to let go of it. He was drowning in it and yet he still wouldn't want to come out of it. But May being her, she wanted to help him and she will.

"I'll heal you and your addiction with my love."

And she pulled his hand around her, hugging him tightly as her hands went around his neck and locked their fingers into his hair. He stood there, caught off guard for a few minutes before he realised what she did.

His hands slowly circled themselves around her waist and pulled her closer to him. He nuzzled his face into her shoulder and hair, closing his eyes as finally, the tears escaped.

"I'm sorry, May."

"Don't be ... I love you."

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Maybe I rushed the ending, hehe-

Bye!