I'm going to cry... Again. This is the last part!! *sobs* This was getting to be 
a really fun story too! *shrugs* I'll probably do a sequel.
 
Anywho, thanx for all the reviews (and that includes the 35 I got for this on 
fanfiction.net! But there, it's called Don't Tell Me. And it's by 
DarkAngelTorchic, or as my friends there call me, DAT!) ! Hope ya like the last 
part!!
 
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Chapter 7: Again
 
 
     "Welcome back! We missed you!" cried Mrs. Birch. Professor Birch and Norman 
stood talking in a corner. And Brendan sat on the couch, looking uncomfortable 
and unhappy.
 
     "Hi Brendan," May said cautiously. He glanced up at her, a glint in his 
eyes. He didn't want her to be there, she could tell, but he was going to have 
to deal.
 
     "Got rid of your make-up?" Brendan asked snidely. May glared at him and 
stalked up to her room. She was so sick of how he was treating her. Like he 
wanted her to be a Johto prep, to stay where she was instead of changing for the 
better and coming back.
 
     Brendan followed her up there. "What do you want?" she said icily. "Going 
to pick another fight?"
 
     He handed her the bandana, the one he had treasured for months, his last 
memory of the May he had known before she left. "I came up to give you this. You 
gave it to me before you left for Johto and I thought you should have it back."
 
     May's expression softened a bit. "Why should I have it back, Brendan? I 
gave it to you. Keep it."
 
     He threw it on her desk. "No. You can HAVE it, May." 
 
     "Why do you have to keep being such an ass? It was a gift from me to you 
when we were friends. Keep the damn thing."
 
     "I'm not being an ass. And we're not friends so you can have the stupid 
thing!" Brendan glared at her.
 
     May glared back. "You ARE being an ass! And it is so impossible to be in 
love with you!"
 
     "Not more impossible than being in love with you, dammit!"
 
     If their parents hadn't been there, the world would've gone silent. But the 
four adults just had to be so damn happy about seeing each other again...
 
     "What did you say, Brendan?"
 
     "The same thing you said, May."
 
     "Maybe we could start over again."
 
     "The name's Brendan. Nice to meet you, Miss Norton."