By this point, May was board, and starting to get cold, but all of this was going to be worth it.

The grand festival fell just after Christmas this year, so there was going to be a pre festival/Christmas party, and all of the participants and their families were invited to.

To be perfectly honest, May was more than thrilled to be spending Christmas with both her family and her rivals. Specifically Drew.

Now, back to why May was board and cold. She was hiding out in a bush near the entrance of the Pokemon centre. She had built up a huge pile of snowballs, so all she had left was to wait.

Now as you know, May isn't always the most patient person in the world, but to ambush Drew with a pile of snowballs? She would wait as long as needed.

She had been there forty five minutes, just waiting for Drew to walk out of the doors. There had been several false alarms, and it was REALLY hard to resist the urge of pelting Max, but she could do it.

Around fifteen minutes ago, Harley, upon walking back into the Pokemon center had noticed her and decided to wait as well, wanting to catch the ambush on video.

So your and Drewsie's babies can watch it in ten years or so, he had said. May, of course, had turned bright red and started denying that scenario ever happening.

Come on, Drew! Just come outside... She mentally begged.

A few minutes later the doors opened again.

Please, please, please be Drew. She thought.

To her great delight, Drew's light green hair was visible, poking out of his black beanie.

May, aim wasn't necessarily always the best, but when it came to throwing things at Drew, she had deadly accuracy.

It hit him in the side of the head.

"What the...?"

He spun to face the opposing ice. Only to be hit in the face with another snowball.

"ATTAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" May screeched, popping out of her hiding spot and launching a full on attack.

Now, normally Drew would retaliate, but it had taken him completely by surprise and he had no idea what was happening.

So he opted for a defensive approach.

His strategy: put hand and arms in front of face to avoid getting another pile of pure coldness to the face.

May simply continued pelting him.

After the initial shock had finally ended (which took a good minute) he formulated a come back. The plan was quite simple. Throw more snowballs back at May.

It wouldn't take a genius to figure out that a huge snowball fight followed, just two rivals/best friends/crushes attempting to take the other down with snow.

The game finally ended once May got a handful of snow dumped on her head, and that combined with already being cold from waiting in the bush equals a freezing, I-just-want-to-get-warm May.

After they had headed back in, still laughing and happy, Harley grinned to him self.

"I am so sending this in to Co-ornater's weekly for their Contestshipping section..."

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LOL, co-ordnaters weekly had a contestshipping section.

See ya!