On This Night
RR- The big 2-0! Review-wise, anyway, no way am I that old. Anyway, on with the chapter! Oh, Happy New Year's, everyone! I hope 2006 goes well for everyone.
Disclaimer- I do not own Beyblade or any of its characters. I just really, really wish I did. I don't own 'Ever the Same' by Rob Thomas, either. Once again, I do own the poem, seeing as I wrote it. I also own the OCs.
Chapter Ten: Fall on Me
It was 5:00 later that night, December 24th, Bee's friends had just left, and most importantly, Bee was beginning to have second thoughts about what she'd done. Because, as a wise girl once said (namely, her), life isn't like fics, and in real life dramatic moments are usually not appreciated.
Plus there were the usual worries-what if he doesn't feel the same way? What if he doesn't like it? What if…But a girl can go crazy living in a world of 'What Ifs.' Sometimes you just have to sit back and go with the flow for a while, and stop waiting for problems to arise. Bee realized this and told herself to nevermind and not to think about it, and signed onto MSN.
((what was that all about?)) Capri was there waiting for her already, asking about her mysterious behavior at the party.
((what was what all about?)) Bee feigned innocence. So much for not thinking about it.
((you KNOW, how you were all "wait, tyson, don't open it here open it later!"))
((oh, that?))
((yes, that. What did you give him?))
((oh, I took your suggestion.))
((…huh? Oooooh, you wrote him a poem!))
(( yeah. I also drew something))
(( O.o you drew!))
(( yes, capri, I drew.))
((so then why couldn't he open his present in front of us hmmmmmmm?))
((because I don't want the world to see my poetry)) Well, that was half of the reason, anyway.
((why))
((because, its private))
((then why did you give it to TYSON of all people))
((…I don't know actually. Because you told me too I guess. And I didn't think)) But now Bee was thinking, and she had no idea what had come over her. Why did she ever listen to Capri? Bee didn't know. But that wasn't the point, and it wasn't like Capri could help her now…could she?
((listen, cap, I need to tell you something)) Bee said, deeply regretting ever bringing the subject up as soon as she typed those words.
((ok))
((you know the poem?))
((duh I know the poem we were talking about it))
((right, well….I, uh, wrote some stuff on it that I shouldn't have and I really need to take it back.)) Bee said, wincing. Half of her wanted Capri to find out her secret, so that she could get it over with and get Capri's help, but the other half of her didn't, dreading Capri's reaction.
((…which is…?)) But no. Capri was going to make her say it, even though she probably knew quite well what Bee was talking about. She groaned. This was going to be so hard…
(( well I told him some…stuff and I don't want anyone else to know just in case…you know…))
((what do I know?))
((capri! Youre not gonna make me say it are you))
((why, of course I am!)) Capri was torturing Bee and she knew it, but she didn't care because Bee really did need to learn to be able to admit things.
((Aaargh, geeze, you are SO not helping! Ok…well, I sort of told him..um, that i…um, well I just…))
((go on!)) Bee took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She was a relatively good typer, so she should be able to type what she wanted with her eyes closed.
((I cant))
((what?)) Bee opened her eyes and sighed. Not this again, the whole 'I can't' thing. Pull yourself together, Bee, and do this thing! Do you want Capri's help or not? Self One screeched in Bee's ear, making her wince. What's she gonna do anyway, he's probably already opened it and is laughing his head off. I'm sooo pathetic… Self Two whined back. If you're pathetic, even more reason for Tyson not to see that poem! Now get on with it!
((oops, wrong conv.)) Bee said, more confidently this time. She clenched her fists and braced herself. ((well…I sort of told tyson that i….ok well u have to promise not to make fun of me, please! Anyway, well I sort of told him that i…liked him. A little. Not a lot!))
((ha ha ha I KNEW it! So whats wrong with that?))
((DUHHHHHHH HE DOESN'T LIKE ME BACK!)) Bee e-screamed. Was Capri really this dense, or was she just evil?
((really. Ok, bee, saying tyson doesn't like u is like saying ray doesn't like clare)) Did Capri know something Bee didn't? Because it was obvious Ray liked Clare with their constant making out…
((…you think? Well anyway he still probably doesn't so I gotta get that poem back!))
((no, you don't.))
((yes I do!))
((NO, you DON'T.))
((are you crazy?))
((absolutely, but that doesn't change the fact that you DON'T.))
Over at the guys' house, Tyson had sealed himself in his room for a little while. He surprised even himself by listening to Bee's wishes. After all, it was probably something stupid, right? …Right? What if…Nah. Tyson shook his head. Wishful thinking, that's all that was. …But if it wasn't something like that, why would he need to open it alone? He might not have been the brightest bulb on the tree, but he wasn't totally naive.
He tore open the letter, not bothering to use a letter opener-he never did, why start?-and found a card inside. It wasn't a special card or anything-just your average holiday card, wishing you a merry Christmas and a happy New Year. Tyson opened the card and expected to find something normal, like money or a giftcard, but instead found two pieces of paper, one decorative and delicate and one ordinary and plain.
He decided to open the plain paper first. It was, quite obviously, a self-portrait of Bee. She was wearing her red cashmere sweater and beige pants in the picture, with her long brown hair left loose. At the top of the page, Bee had scrawled her full name in red cursive, dotting the 'I' in Bridget with a heart. Tyson studied the picture closer, and realized that the 6-inch tall version of Bee looked very scared and wary. Why? Had she meant to draw herself that way?
Tyson shrugged and pulled out the other paper. Careful not to rip it, he unfolded it and discovered that it was a poem, also written by Bee. No wonder she wanted me to open it alone, he thought. "I Put on My Hat." What? Whoa, Bee must be a really good poet if she can write a poem about a hat. But as he continued reading, he saw that this work of art was not in fact about a hat at all.
I Put on my Hat
Written by Bridget Calamari
I put on my hat.
My thinking cap,
Unlike any other
Or at least,
I will try.
But people stare and people wonder
But people never ever stop to think
With their thinking caps on
Like I do.
Run, run away!
People say,
Run, run away!
But do they stop to think
With their thinking caps on?
No,
No, they don't.
People stare and people wonder,
But people never think
Things
Through
'Til
It's
Too
Late.
But then…
It's too late.
And what they have lost
Will never be recovered.
Will it?
If this piece
Affects you
Say
I.
I.
I.
I.
I.
I.
Then maybe you will recover
What you have lost,
Because then,
Only then,
Will you have
Put on your hat.
-Bridget
P.S.: I'm sorry. Never again will I run away. I…I'm sorry if this upsets you, but I feel it has to be known. I guess in my mind, 'friends' isn't just 'friends' at all, if you catch my drift. I know this sounds stupid, but I…well, I guess I like you. Again…sorry.
Tyson beamed. "Sorry? Sorry? SORRY? Is she mad?"
Bee was waiting nervously in her room, awaiting what she was sure would be a disastrous visit. Okay, so she didn't know for sure if the visit would happen in the first place, but chances were…
She had also called Capri and Savannah over to help pass the time. Capri had tried Clare, but apparently she was 'busy.' "Yeah, and pigs can drive. I think I saw Ray trailing her home," was all Savannahhad to say to that.
Diiiiing dooooonnnng, rang the doorbell. Such a cheery, bright sound, but lately it marked a bittersweet occasion half the time.
"Ohh, noooooooo! What am I gonna do? Ooh, I know, you guys can say I'm not home!" Bee said in her anxiety.
"Why would we be at your house if you weren't here?" Savannah questioned.
"I-"
"No way. You are going to answer that door." Capri said, pushing Bee out of the room. Luckily, by the time they reached the stairs Bee was walking voluntarily.
Diiiing dooooonng, the doorbell sounded more impatient this time around. When Bee finally whipped the bright blue door open, Tyson beamed and started to say something ("Bee! I-"), but was cut off when Bee slammed the door in his face. She stared at her side of the door in shock for a moment, then turned around and leaned her back against it, slumping to the floor. "There, I opened it." She muttered.
"Bee! Get UP and open it PROPERLY! Let him finish what he has to say. It might not be bad news." Capri said, dragging Bee up off the floor and placing her hand on the knob. "Go."
Bee re-opened the door, mumbling something along the lines of sorry.
"S'alright." Tyson smiled. Why shouldn't she be a little nervous? He sure as hell was.
"So…oh! Oh, no, no…" Bee gasped, looking up above her at the mistletoe. She'd totally forgotten that her mother had hung it in the doorway right after her friends had left, and had warned her not to stand there. Mistletoe…beautiful plant, and it was so handy in romance movies and the fics she loved so much, but in real life-like now for example-it wasn't so handy.
"…What? Did I do something wrong?" Tyson asked, confused.
"No, no, you definitely did not do anything wrong. This time." Bee smirked and pointed sheepishly at the small plant hanging above them.
"Oh, well in that case…"
Bee panicked for a split-second as she realized what was about to happen to her, but she soon relaxed as Tyson leaned forward slowly to kiss her gently. And then everything seemed okay. So maybe they had a few problems to work out. It didn't matter, because this was where she belonged. No, not in her front hallway, but rather there, in Tyson's arms. Actually, anywhere, as long as she was with Tyson.
However, the teens were soon woken out of their reverie not by Capri and Savannah, who were watching at whispering from the upper floor's hallway, nor by the cold wind that blew in from the open front door, but by Kai. You see something new everyday.
"TYSON!" Kai barked, running up the walkway that was covered in snow, although it had been shoveled a mere 2 hours ago. "You left the tap on and now the kitchen's flooded!"
"…Uh oh. Okay, bye, Bee. See you tomorrow?"
Kai sighed, placing his hand over his face for a moment. "No, Tyson, it's been taken care of." He sounded like a parent talking to their 5-year-old. "I don't even know why I came."
"Well now that you're here, why don't you come in. You must be freezing." Bee grinned, seeing that once again Kai had neglected to put on a jacket. "Anyway, Capri and Savannah are here too. It's not like it'll be just us."
Hearing this, Tyson backed up a little so he was behind Kai, and Capri rushed down the stairs, taking Savannah with her. "Hi, Kai!" Capri greeted him.
Tyson and Capri nodded ever so slightly at each other. Bee wondered what on earth was going on, then yelped and jumped out of the way as Kai and Savannah were mysteriously thrust together under the same piece of mistletoe that she and her newfound best 'friend' had been standing under just two minutes ago.
The couple had landed with Savannah pushed up against Kai's chest-which she thought was rather comfortable-and Kai's arm wrapped around her. You know, so he could catch her. Bee had to admit, they looked good together, since they were complete opposites. Dark skin, pale skin, light hair, dark hair…the differences were endless, especially in their personalities. Yet somehow they were perfectly matched.
"You know, guys, if you're under the mistletoe, you might as well…" Capri said suggestively.
"Sure," Kai said softly, and so away the two birds flew. It was a spell not to be broken by anything but the harsh wings of time.
As a wise girl once said, sometimes life is like fics, Bee thought as she watched the couple with stars dancing in her eyes, then allowed herself to be wrapped up in Tyson's arms. "Good poem, by the way." He whispered.
We were drawn from the weeds Just let me hold you while you're falling apart Fall on me We would stand in the wind Just let me hold you while you're falling apart Fall on me You may need me there Fall on me
We were brave like soldiers
Falling down under the pale moonlight
You were holding me
Like someone broken
And I couldn't tell you, but I'm telling you now
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
We were free like water
Flowing down
Under the warmth of the sun
Now it's cold and we're scared
And we've both been shaken
Yeah, look at us, man,
This doesn't need to be the end
Just let me hold you and we'll both fall down
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Call on me
And I'll be there for you, and you'll be there for me
Forever it's you
Forever in me
Ever the same
To carry all your weight
But you're no burden, I assure
You tide me over
With a warmth I'll not forget
But I can only give you love
Tell me everything you want me to be
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Call on me
And I'll be there for you, and you'll be there for me
Forever it's you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Forever with you
Forever in me
Ever the same
Ever the same…
RR- Okay, how perfect is that song? It relates to the whole fic, basically, everyone's relationships, especially the line, "And I couldn't tell you, but I'm telling you now," Everyone had trouble admitting to themselves that things weren't as simple asthey may have seemed, then once they'd done that, to each other.
One of my talents, relating songs to things. Also the second verse and the bridge is like, the future, that although they might fight it doesn't matter. I love that song.
Well, that's the end! Tear Oh, I knoooow! Out of all my fics, this one is by far my favourite and it's just been really easy to write. I thought about making another chapter, and I sort of wanted to, with everyone together, but I think it's perfect the way it is. Well, not perfect, but you know. It's good. And I think adding on to it would just totally ruin it.
Wow…long Author Note. If you read all that, I am amazed, but also happy because you read my song explanation thing.
I'll just leave you to review now.
Thanks to my 2 loyal reviewers, AnimeGirl329 and Sugar911! Also thanks to ATA for, obviously, the plot (Gee, thanks, don't know what I would've done without one of those) and for making me write it, I guess, and all the other ideas.
Review please!
-RR