Beyblade Fan Fiction ❯ Does anyone know beyblade?! ❯ Chapter 9

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

.Chapter 10.

“Tyson…Tyson!” The world champion was smiling in his sleep, while laying on his bed completely sprawled all over it, one leg handing, and drool on his pillow and mouth. It was quite hard for Lydia to see her own body being treated this way. And it had been weird for the former red-head to dress in Tyson's clothes. But, it had to be done. Now she was trying to wake him up, a nearly impossible task which many had tried and died trying. Well, okay, they haven't died, they just gave up.

“Tyson!” She screamed in his ear. He didn't budge. He just kept snoring away. She stood straight and looked at the ceiling for help, tapping her chin. Her face brightened as she held his nose (backup plan) and then screamed in his ear, “There is no more food left in the world.” Tyson's eyes shot open as he tried to take a deep breath. Unfortunately, his nose was being held by Lydia. Holding his nose was stupid, but it was just fun teasing him.

“O MORE FOOD!” He blinked. “AHH!!!”

“Shh. Shut up! There is food. I can't believe you're so dumb you believed that.

“No. I dreamed it.” Lydia looked at him, one eye twitching.

“You're really obsessed with food, right?” Tyson nodded vigorously.

“Wait.” He blinked. “Am I talking to myself?”

“No. I'm Lydia and see how you look.” She took out a mirror and handed it to Tyson. He didn't move from the moment he saw his `face'. He just stayed in a state of shook, and then he fell sideways to crash against the blue carpet.

“Tyson!” She looked at the shocked-beyond-belief teen with concern.

What the crap! Concern? She burst out laughing!

And traumatized Tyson didn't even notice. Hehe. Idiot. Lydia, after laughing her butt off at him, got impatient with him, so she kicked him, where his nuts were supposed to be. He was prepared to protect his family jewels, but didn't react too quickly. Remember, he IS Tyson Kinomiya. But he was gladly relieved when he noticed it didn't hurt as much. He got up and pointed mockingly at Lydia.

“Haha! You kicked yourself!” then he made a face of pain and doubled forward holding between his legs. Lydia fell on the floor, pounding on it with her fists. Well, //shrug// whoever laughs last, laughs the best, they say.

Tyson crossed his arms in a bratty way.

“Not funny.” He said through clenched teeth.

“But it is.” She smiled, then it turned to a smirk, then she began laughing again.

“What's so funny now?”

“You were supposed to shrink. I think the spell just backfired on me.”

“That's funny?” He said incredulously.

“No, I just like laughing.” Tyson glared at Lydia's idiocy. Clearly she was acting when she first met them.

“So then?” Tyson asked seriously.

“Change, go to school, act like me.” She said promptly. He glared at her again, as if inspecting her, then thought,

`I am so hot'

“What are you looking at?” She asked.

“Myself. I can't believe I have such a hot body.” Lydia giggled and rolled her eyes while walking out of her room to leave Tyson to change.

`Okay. First step. Take off these clothes, right?' He thought, really putting tons of thought on it. He nodded to himself. The hard part was actually doing it. Let's just say he wasn't too eager to see Lydia. He closed his eyes a and first took off the pajama shirt, then the pants.

“Remember, you have to change the bra.” Lydia told him in a sing-song voice through the door. He widened his eyes. Hell. `Oh why? What hath I doneth to deserveth such treatmenth?” Now the problem was taking off the garment. How did you do that? He didn't know. He stepped up to the vanity and turned and tried his best to see his back. He had never really thought about how girls took off their bras. He had been too obsessed with beyblade.

Minutes later, Lydia got impatient. She knocked. “Tyson, are you okay? Remember it's my body you're treating! She said. He didn't answer, so she opened the door with a penny she had in her pocket. Probably to buy something. Tyson hadn't yet understood the values of American coins. She found Tyson tangled with the bra. No, literally. Really tangled. Lydia rolled her eyes and first of all, thwacked Tyson in the head and kicked the back of his knee. As if he wasn't in pain enough.

//after lots of attempts of untanglement and some scissor snips later//

“I should kill you, Tyson. You ruined my bra!”

“Hey! I am not an expert in women's underwear!” He defended himself.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.” She made a hand gesture that suggested too much talking from Tyson's part.

Then Lydia went downstairs to eat breakfast. Although Tyson literally zoomed downstairs to gobble up his food. Lydia, after two bites, went to get the van keys to drive.