Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Does anyone know beyblade?! ❯ Chapter 4

[ Y - Young Adult: Not suitable for readers under 16 ]

Chapter 4.

After Teresa finished cooking, we took a seat and began eating- guess what? Fried chicken. And mashed potatoes, at Amanda's suggestion. I don't like chicken very much, so I made myself three sandwiches. But since it took me so much to make them, because somebody, Marisol, kept hiding my precious mayonnaise, I took more than it usually does, which caused me to get the worst seat in the table- Next to Kai. (Don't tell me you didn't guess it was going to happen!)

And Tyson couldn't keep off the subject of beyblade.

“How is it possible you don't know what it is?” He began. Amanda, Marisol, Teresa, Lydia, Tai and I sighed.

`He's hopeless.' I thought. And Daichi, for once in his life, backed him up.

“Yes! It's the most popular thing in the world and you people don't know what it is?”

“Daichi, your voice is annoying, so would you shut the freak up?” I suggested him calmly.

Marisol: What are you saying? It was more like this:

“DAICHI! SHUT THE FREAK UP `CAUSE YOUR VOICE IS ANNOYING!

Oh well. I did scream at him.

Teresa: And then you told me to hit him upside the head.

That too. B-

Lydia: Which earned you Daichi saying this:

“AT LEAST I DON'T HAVE A SQUEAKY VOICE LIKE YOU AND AT LEAST I CAN BEYBLADE, NOT LIKE YOU DUMB LAME-O!”

That was it. Nobody says I have a squeaky voice. `Cause I don't. I climbed on the table, slipped on Kai's mashed potatoes and in the process got some on his face when I kicked it to advance towards Daichi. I flew towards the monkey boy and

clamped my hands on his neck and began strangling him. He was screaming for mercy, but nobody was really doing anything.

Everybody was looking at Kai, who calmly cleaned mashed potatoes from his triangle tattoos, which smeared all over his face. Then was when he noticed everybody staring at his blue face (hey now he is blue boy! Lol) He deduced his situation and his face slowly became red like Daichi's hair. He glared at me like an assassin about to stab his victim, then got up haughtily, and left for his room, scarf billowing out behind him, as if communicating his anger. I don't think he was embarrassed at all.

“Wow. I always wished to do that,” Tyson commented, still staring at the scene of the destruction. “I'm just sorry it wasn't me.” The room became quiet once again after Tyson said his wish, expecting Kai to come back, or a knife to go through Ty's stomach. When that didn't happen,

UNFORTUNATELY,

Everybody resumed eating, Daichi got on his chair again, and I went back to my seat as well, to finish my sandwiches which didn't look so yummy anymore. I pushed my plate away and got up from the table as well and left for my room too. Luckily for me it was next to mine.

WHAT THE HELL AM I SAYING?

I hated that!

The meal carried on without either Kai or me.

“But then how did you know Mr. Dickinson and not know anything about beyblade?” Tyson continued his ranting.

“Anybody want my food?” Marisol interrupted to change the subject. Teresa understood the cue and began her own ranting:

“Oo! Me! I love mashed potatoes. They are so yummy. Do you know they are made of potatoes? Yeah.” Amanda and Tai, as if on cue, rolled their eyes at Teresa's non-sense.

“Hey! I just remembered. We brought our cat!” Tai intervened to make Teresa shut up. She did, indeed, and wolfed down the mashed potatoes in record time, one that beat even Tyson's. Tai got up from his seat, while Amanda protected Tai's food from Tyson's evil hungry maw of doom. While everybody waited for the debut of `the cat', Tyson farted. A big one.

Tai and the cat were greeted by the rewarding odor of one of Tyson's gases.

“Man, you pig!” Amanda scolded Tyson.

“What?” Tyson leaned back onto his chair and put his arms above his head carelessly. I guess everybody's appetite was as well as chased away after having smelled such disgusting smell.

Tyson was quickly left as the only person in the dining room.

While walking up the stairs, Max bumped slightly against Marisol. In a normal case, she would have glared at him secretly, and then later, commented about it to Teresa, Amanda, Lydia or me and he would have been dubbed between us the official idiot of the house. Yes, that would happen even if he only was pushed by Rei and Max's head barely touched Marisol's back.

Only that Marisol and Max apologized to each other at the same time.

“Hey, um, Marisol…about the beyblade thing…”

`Great. Can't they talk about something else that's not beyblade? Can't they be normal?' She thought, even though she was pretending to be interested on the subject.

“Hm?”

“Well…what if we all buy you `blades and you could start practicing with them? We could help you learn and everything…” Max's voice trailed off as Kenny began:

“But there are no beyblade local stores around here!”

“Have you ever heard of the internet?” Amanda intervened. Tai didn't lose his chance to nod and get on Amanda's good side.

“Why, of course! As soon as I get to my bedroom I shall begin shopping around the internet for beyblade parts. Thanks for the suggestion…”

“Amanda.”

“Yes.”

Max smiled up at Marisol when they reached the top of the stairs. She tried to restrain a mocking laugh and just nodded and did the `thumbs up' sign. Then she whooshed like wind to her room.

The last person to get to the second floor, Rei, heard Tyson's voice downstairs:

“Guys, where'd you go?”

The neko-jin chuckled to himself. Meanwhile, Kenny had just set up his laptop and opened an internet window. Rei casually came in and looked over the brown-haired teen's shoulder. Rei was puzzled still by the laptop; sure, he did know it worked…kind of. He knew about the mouse, (Kenny had a tiny mouse that connected on the USB port which was easier than using the pad that laptops usually have) and the keyboard, and that glowing square thing…

`Oh yeah. Monitor.' He thought to himself when his brain had found the correct answer.

“So what do you think about it Rei?” Kenny asked him. He was pulled away from his very deep thoughts and looked at Kenny, who was looking at him, pointing to the screen at an attack ring with spikes.

“Yeah. I guess it's okay.” He said unsurely. It was not actually expensive, the problem he had with it was that it was pink and he somehow thought they were looking for beyblade parts for Driger.

“We could give it to Mariah, though.” He suggested helpfully. If Kenny's eyes showed, he would have blinked in confusion at his cat-like friend.

“No, for one of our hosts!”

“Oh yeah. Whatever.”

Rei left some hours later due to drowsiness, but the Chief ever-so-nicely continued to build our beyblades in his imagination, thinking which beyblades would suit each of us better. He stayed up until midnight, when he yawned for the thousandth time and decided it was enough. He turned off his laptop and got inside the cozy blue bed sheets. He tried to fall asleep calmly, just like he planned in his mind after having worked for such a long time, five- six hours.

A week later, when finally all the beyblade parts arrived

“Guys! We have to leave to registrate at school!” Teresa called for the BladeBreakers. That day was the last day to registrate for high school. Mr. Dickinson had told us to sign them up and to make them go to the same school as us, so we could keep an eye on them. Meaning, if somehow, a fad came upon the boring city that everybody liked beyblade out of a sudden and they found out about Tyson and the others, they wouldn't get jumped. But of course he was being paranoid. Kenny came running down the stairs, with a shoe box in hand. Whenever he stepped on a stair, metal and plastic pieces were heard hitting against each other. Amanda, Teresa, Marisol, Lydia and I were on the lobby couches (which were finally fixed to look more organized) waiting for everybody else. Tai was still dozing, probably.

“Hey, I finally made your beyblades. I really hope you like them, it took me such a long time to prepare and balance them so you won't have much trouble with them. He handed each of us our beyblades. Marisol looked at hers and stuck out her tongue in disapproval.

“This sucks!” She declared. All of us agreed with her and threw them on the floor and put our foots above them, ready to step on them.

Finally! I finished chapter four. I have bigger things planned than boring old school. Just wait it's taking me a long time.

Review please! And you will get whatever Beyblade character you want!