Max's POV:

It's another normal day in Petalburg City, and I'm heading to the summer camp where Ash spent his time. I figured that I could learn a thing or two, plus May was coming with me, though as a chaperone.

I was really excited when my mother brought up the option for me to go attend, and even more so when May offered to chaperone. Though she said it was so she could watch me and make sure I didn't do anything stupid, I'm pretty sure it was because of the argument we had a while back.

A year ago, when I was 8, May started liking this boy named Drew, who kind of traveled with us when we were with Ash Ketchum. However, he moved on to Sinnoh, so he kind of left us behind. But that's not the point. At some time after he left, May asked Drew out, and he said yes.
Me and my father were quite curious about this boy, so while May was doing something ("I need to fix my makeup," she said), we . . . might have interrogated him?
After a little, we actually began to trust him, but May started to get more attached to him and drifted apart from us. One day I finally burst.

*flashback*

"May, why can't you pay attention to us once in a while?!"

I try, but it's really hard! Max, having a boyfriend takes a lot of effort; you're a different story!

"Hey! That's really offending!"

Ugh! Can't you just calm down? I'm not a little kid like you are!

"What??!"

*end flashback*

That's why I think that she signed up. I'm not a dummy, she definitely felt sorry after I marched off. My sister's obvious like that.

Anyway, now I'm 9, and I can't wait for this bonding experience. It's going to be great!

As we parked our car in the lot, Father and Mother waved as we walked off.
I can already tell I'm going to like this place. The forests of the Kanto region might not be as plentiful or exciting as the Hoenn region, but they're new, and that's all that matters. Butterfree and other kinds of Bug Pokemon flew around while a few kids chased them with sticks and nets. I shook my head in disgust. Didn't they know about Pokeballs?
Save it, I muttered to myself. This is mostly for me and May.

My 12-year old sister walked off when she saw her friend Dawn, though, so I'm on my own for now. I set my backpack down on a picnic table and pull out my fidget cube.

I love my fidget cube. I'd like to say I invented it, but I only borrowed a wooden cube from a friend and used some resources to make it able to twist and turn, which helps with my . . . my parents/Nurse Joy don't exactly know yet, but I prefer to refer to it as autism. At one point, I even colored certain sides of the cube certain colors to make it even more of a challenge.

Anyway, so right now it looks like this:

*YES I KNOW IT'S A RUBIX CUBE JUST PRETEND IT LOOKS MORE WOODEN*

As I was twisting and turning the cube, I didn't notice someone walking up behind me. Only once I almost had the white side done did the person say, "That's an interesting invention. Mind if you do a sales pitch about it?"

I practically jumped three feet in the air when I heard that voice. I knew that voice! It's . . . 

"Horace? What are you doing here?" I exclaimed.

He giggled. "Oh, you know, Professor Oak wanted a member of Project Mew to come and help him give a few presentations. He would've preferred Goh come, but he's Project Mew's most trusted member now, so he was off on a mission when he got the offer, so of course he had to decline. I was the next best option, so he took me.

"Now, how about that sales pitch?"

"Oh, uh," I muttered, holding up the cube. "I call it . . . I actually don't know what I call it, but anyway: The point of this cube is to scramble it, then try to get all the colors back on the same side. It's kind of difficult, and it's a brain stretcher, but it's doable."

Horace clapped. "That makes me want to buy it already!"

"You're kidding, right?"

"You're a smart one. I do actually want to buy it, but my tone didn't convey that."

I shrugged. "Want to try?"

"Do I!" Horace cried out. He snatched the cube and started looking at it from all points of view. "Hmmm . . . Uh, so this side gets twisted, I flip the cube and rotate the bottom . . . "

*TIMESKIP TO 10 MINUTES LATER BECAUSE I SUCK AT SOLVING RUBIX CUBES*

"Aaaaaand . . . done!" Horace exclaimed, holding up the solved cube in triumph.

"Congrats!" I exclaimed. However, that attracted the attention to Horace.

"Is that . . . " some kids muttered, while others shoved past me to say hello to him. Pretty soon, the camp was a crowd of kids trying to say hi to a famous Project Mew worker.

I could tell that Horace wasn't handling the fame that well, but he tried not to show it. Instead, he said hi to every kid, explained a few things to them, and even showed some of them my cube!
However, when he pointed to me and said, "This genius invented this cube," none of the kids believed him. Some glared at me, others just rolled their eyes and muttered, "Yeah, right."

I was used to not being wanted by the other kids, but them denying the truth of the cube? That stung worse than a Beedrill's Horn Attack.

All of a sudden, I couldn't stand it. I ran to my cabin, threw my stuff on my bunk bed, and excused myself from dinner and s'mores. I could tell that May was worried, but I tried to avoid her. I felt bad, but the worse feeling was that . . . 

I didn't belong.

There will be a part two to this story, I just wanted a few bits of POV from Max! Next chapter will include a bit of May and Horace!

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