Disclaimer: I do not own Pokémon, if I did, Drew and May would be marrying in two weeks and Ash and Misty would have three cute ittle babies by now. But I do own Mr O'Connor and Peter.

The CS-Fanfic without a name, because the author's way too dumb to think of one

Chapter 1: Caroline in Love

I was nervous - in fact - very nervous. And so was my mother, who was sitting in front of me and my brother Max, not really seeming to know what to say.

Right after I got home from school she said she had something very important to tell. And now we had been sitting here staring at each other for ten minutes already.

"Mom, spit it out! You're going to drive us insane if you don't tell us already!!", I said, interrupting the silence. It was really annoying me.

"Well..." She struggeled to find the right words.

I sighed. "Do you have a lover or something?"

She shrieked. "It's more than that.", she said after a short pause.

"What do you mean by that?", I asked.

I admit, I am pretty impatient, okay, but she didn't really make it better. Couldn't she just say it already?

I looked to the left at my brother. He didn't seem to get it -yet. I already felt sorry for him.

"I am going to get married.", Mom said hesitantly. I flinched.

Okay, I knew the whole thing would lead in this direction...but marrying? Wasn't this a little fast?

"Mom, how long do you know that guy?", I asked, still trying to find the logic in her last sentence.

"Four months, but it's not like that! He is a reliable, lovely and reasonable man! I love him!"

Alright, now I was seriously pissed. First of all, because she didn't tell us earlier and second, because she wanted to marry some guy after dating him only for four months. I mean - how much of an airhead can someone be? And this woman was supposed to be our mother?!

"When?" I tried to hide my anger as good as I could but it was useless. I sounded as grouchy as Mr O'Connor, our neighbor, when Max shot his football in his garden again.

"Um, n-next week...", she stuttered in fear.

"WHAT?!", Max and me shouted in unison.

"Please don't be mad!"

"Seriously Mom, you're saying that you're getting married one week before the wedding? And your expecting your children to just listen and accept it?! That's absolutely ridiculous!!", I screamed with a high pitched voice.

God, she's even more childish than Max!

"But I really love him! It's been hard for me, too, you know! And know I'm finding the right person, so why can't you just be happy for me?!", she screamed while big tears were running down er cheeks.

'Right person' she says...and what about Dad?

Looks like she already forgot about him.

Mom avoided to look at us.

I glanced at Max, who was too shocked to say anything. With a frightened, confused look he stared at Mom. I took a deep breath and tried to calm down. After repeating it a few times, I decided it was time to say something.

"And what kind of person is lover boy?", I asked trying to smoothen the mood a bit.

My mother looked up and smiled a little because someone actually said something non-negative about her marriage and even showed some interest.

"He's amazing! His name is Peter Hayden. He looks absolutely gorgeous, has a great job and a huge mansion. You're going to love it! It's-"

"We're going to what now?", I said, cutting her off.

"We're moving there.", she answered with a great smile.

But little did I know that my life was about to change more than I ever dared to think.

"Actually, we're moving there tomorrow.", she continued.

"What...?", I said stupidly. I wasn't able to think properly. What was happening?

She's gone crazy, out of control.

"And there is something else..."

Wait! Something else? I thought we had already reached the worst state. What else can there be she didn't destroy already?

"...he has a son.", she muttered quietly, as if she was hoping nobody heard her.

Me and my adorable, big mouth.

"Oh God", I sighed, leaned back and closed my eyes. Maybe I could pretend the last fifteen minutes did not happen. Or maybe this whole thing was a joke.

Yeah, Mom was just playing a prank on us!

Well, too bad.

Huh?

Mom never plays pranks on anyone - she is the one who always gets played pranks on.

"He's about your age, May.", Mom axplained. "I already met him and he's really adorable. I'm sure the three of you will be getting along fine! His name is Andrew."

Adorable...

"Please start to pack your things soon. You only have today and tomorrow. They'll arrive at 2pm.", she continued, looking at us optimistically.

I didn't really feel like talking. I had a huge lump in my throat and I just wanted to wake up out of this strange, unrealistic nightmare.

"Well, I have to pack, too.", Mom said with an awkward smile and quickly left the room. Max and me remained in silence. I sighed. All kinds of thoughts circled through my mind but I had no time to organize them. In fact - I had to leave them as they were and stay calm. At least one person in this household had to act like an adult. And since my mother seemed to have lost all responsibility, that would be me.

Okay, what to do first?

Max!

"Yo.", I said to my little brother who said beside me just staring off into space. "You alright?"

He looked up. His dark eyes had lost their spark and it was written all over his face, that the situation was way beyond what he could take.

"C'mon." I tried to smile but it came out as a weird, unconvincing grimace.

Gently I wrapped my arms around him and whispered, almost chanting:"C'mon, it's alright, it's alright. It's going to be okay."

I wasn't only calming down my little brother - but also myself. Inside I was at least as hurt as him.

"I don't know hat to do!", Max cried.

"I know", I replied and stroked his head.

The worst thing was that Mom was just leaving us along. Okay, she felt awkward, but what about us?

"Mom's a stupid, mean-"

"I know, Max, I know", I said softly.

"I have an idea. Let's eat some candy and then we're going to start packing, okay?" This time, my attempt to produce a convincing smile succeeded.

He nodded hesitantly and we went into the kitchen. where Mom was busy putting plates into brown paper boxes. She looked up as we entered, but I refused to look back. Calmly I opened the cupboard, took out some chocolate bars and gave them to Max. Quickly he left the kitchen, now that he had his prey.

Mom and me were still standing there, ignoring each other. I didn't move one milimeter, while Mom continued packing.

I stared at the floor and tried to get rid of my anger, so I wouldn't start to attack her.

After a short while I raised my head, gave my mother a last angry glare before lleaving the kitchen and going upstairs to my bedroom which was a total mess. I groaned.

How am I going to pack everything until tomorrow?

I spent the rest of the day paking even though I wasn't able to finish, just like I had predicted. It was just not enough time. Fortunately the next was Saturday, so there was still a possibility that I could finish packing until 2pm.

I lay down on my bed and stared at the ceiling. It was a warm and mild summer night; I had my window opened and a cool breeze from outside was brushing past my face.

Once again I sighed. It felt like it was the only thing I had done today.

Why does my mother have to be so stupid?

She's just in love.

That doesn't really make a difference.

...you know you're arguing with yourself, right?

So what?

Just checking.

Today had been one of the most exhausting days in my entire life and tomorrow didn't seem on going to be any better.

What a pain...

I closed my eyes and listened to the wind blowing past the trees.

Then everything faded to black.

At 7am my alarm clock started ringing and I turned on the other side. I was still half asleep and really didn't want to wake up. But the ringing was too loud and annoying to ignore it. I sat up and switched the stupid machine off. Good. Silence.

I looked out of the window. The weather wasn't too nice. It would probably startto rain soon but I was not unhappy because of that. The grey sky actually resembled my mood very good.

I left my warm and comfortable bed, picked up some random clothes and went into the bathroom to shower.

When I was finished I walked downstairs in the kitchen. A little dark haired boy with glasses sat at the table and was busy eating a sandwich.

"Good morning.", I said.

"Morning, sis.", he replied.

"Swallow first before speaking." He grinned.

Good, at least for now crying's over.

"Here", he pointed at a bunch of sandwiches on a big plate infront of him.

"Mom made them for us."

At least she made us breakfast. Hooray.

After breakfast I went back to my room to continue packing. It was troublesome, but thanks to my mother it had to be done.

At eleven o'clock I was finally finished. All my stuff was now in seventeen paper boxes. I really did it. And I had still three hours left. I sat down on the floor, took out my red cell phone and started to dial the number of my best friend Misty.

"Hello?", said a girlish voice at the other end.

"Hi, it's me.", I said.

"Hey, May! How're you?", she asked happily.

"Could be better.", I admitted.

"Why? Did something happen?" She sounded worried.

"Well, yeah.", I answered hesitantly. "We're moving."

"What?! When? Where?", she shouted almost screaming. God, that girl had a loud voice.

"Not so many questions at once, please.", I laughed. "Mom's going to get married. Next week. And today we're moving to her lover's house."

"No way! Why didn't you tell me earlier?", she asked, while I was wondering if I just heard a little hint of despair in her voice.

"I couldn't, sorry. Mom just told us yesterday.", I explained.

"WHAT?", she screamed in the reciever.

"It's the truth. I couldn't believe it myself.", I said, wondering when she would finally stop screaming blue murder.

"Your Mom's crazy!", she exclaimed.

"Tell me something I don't know.", I replied sarcastically.

"...is it far away?", Misty asked with her voice almost shaking.

"Truth to be told: I have no idea. But believe me, I'm not going to change schools!", I said determined.

"Okay.", she sighed relieved. "...but did you meet that guy who she's marrying yet?"

"No, but I'm going to today. Oh, by the way, he has a son!"

"What? Seriously? What age?", she sniggered in disbelief.

"Fortunately, he's at my age. With another little brother, I would've gone crazy!", I answered.

"Good!", she laughed. "But...will he go to our school?"

"Uh...I forgot to ask. I'm gonna call you again tonight and tell you, okay?"

"Alright, and tell me how he is!", she demanded.

"Got it. I hope, he's not annoying though. Mom said that he's adorable.", I frowned.

"Ugh. Usually that's not a very good sign. But if you're lucky, he's a total hottie after all! Then you could start a little forbidden romance! If you ask me, that's exactly what you'd need!", she suggested with a wide grin in her voice.

"Huh?", I asked dumbly.

"I mean - you're not blood related and a boyfriend wouldn't be too bad, right?"

"Well, uh, no...", I admitted, doubting that any of that was going to happen.

"Oh! My sisters are calling! Sorry, but I have to go. But don't forget to tell me everything.", she exclaimed suddenly.

"Yeah, yeah, I won't. See ya."

"Bye!"

She hung up.

I looked at the clock. It was half past eleven. What was I going to do the next two and a half hours? I had finished packing earlier than I expected.

"May!!", a shaky voice interrupted my thoughts from further down the corridor.

"Oh, what now?", I groaned and followed the sound of the voice into Max' room.

"What is it?", I asked sceptically. His room was messy and all sorts of things were scattered on the floor. He had only packed five boxes yet.

"Please help me!", he cried.

Gosh, being a big sister is such a pain! Good thing that I'm getting help soon.

"Can't do it alone, huh?", I groaned whilst looking once again at the mess in his room. "You're even worse than me."

"Please!", he repeated with teary, wobbly eyes.

"Alright, alright."

That'd be a close one.

At 2:15pm the door bell rang. I jerked and looked up from my book that I had read for the past twenty minutes. Strained I concentrated on what happened downstairs. Strangely it remained absolutely silent. Then it rang again.

I waited. Silence.

I stood up and rushed downstairs.

"Can't somebody open that freaking door?!", I yelled angrily, while opening the door.

"Hello, you must be May.", a friendly tall man with light brown hair infront of me said.

"Oh" I blushed. I hadn't been really aware that I was saying 'that' out loud. "Yes, I am.", I muttered in embrrassment.

"My name is Peter Hayden and this is my son Andrew.", he smiled cheerfully.

I looked from Peter down to 'Andrew'. When I saw his face my jaw dropped and I couldn't help but being shocked. I was not expecting this. 'Andrew' was the most good-looking boy I had ever seen.
'Good-looking' didn't really fit. No word was able to describe his gorgeousness.
He had silky, emerald hair and eyes. He wore a black hoody and dark blue jeans. His hands were plunged in his pockets.

Whilst I was staring at him in surprise and disbelief, he said to his father:"Drew, Dad, not Andrew." and rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, sorry.", Peter replied and scratched his head.

Then slowly Drew turned to me and chuckled when he saw that I was still gaping at him with that stupidly shocked face of mine.

"Hello, May, pleased to meet you. I'm Drew." I blushed.

I know that, idiot.

"Hello, Andrew. Nice to meet you, too.", I countered and a slight smirk appeared on my face.

How's it going, jerk?

He didn't seem to be too pleased about my remark and flicked his hair.

"Whatever."

Nice one, May!

"Peter! Andrew!", a voice from behind called. Mom ran towards the three of us with a big, welcoming smile on her face. Eagerly she hugged and kissed Peter.

Drew and me avoided to look at them. I still wasn't used to the fact that Mom had a new lover and Drew seemed to feel uncomfortable, as well.

"Do you want to come in, or what?", I groaned.

Drew entered immediately. Peter and Mom were still... busy.

"So...how long do you know about this?", I asked insecurely after a short pause.

"Since two weeks. You?" I didn't know why, but he seemed somewhat bored.

"Since yesterday", I asnwered quietly.

He shot me an odd look. "What?"

"Mom told us yesterday.", I repeated.

"Okay...? You're mother is weird.", he said sardonically.

I sighed. As if I didn't know that.

"You're not going to get mad?", he asked irritated.

"Because you called my mother weird? Nah, I've been told that already so many times and besides, that's also my opinion.", I grinned.

Drew looked surprised, like he wasn't expexting an answer like that. He snickered.

"What's so funny?", I asked sceptically.

"Nothing", he laughed as he flicked his hair.

"Are you always doing that?", I muttered.

My God, he looks absolutely great but he's so...arrogant.

"Huh? What do you mean?", he asked as if he really didn't know what I meant.

Crap, he heard me!

"Nothing", I frowned.

What have I gotten myself into?

Please review and tell me what you think. And please don't be too harsh because English is not my first language. -is German- DX And if someone found grammar/spelling errors, please tell me! I'm trying to avoid them but it happens all the time!

Btw, if someone of you has a good idea for a name for this fic, then don't hesitate to contact me! I'm also thinking, but it still seems like my brain is too small to produce a good one. =/

-Judy xoxo