Warnings: Shonen-ai, TyKa, and also a happily random game of hide-and-go-seek.
Disclaimer: Beyblade is still not mine, boys and girls. (hides behind nice seven-foot-tall bodyguard)
Five
"We're gonna have a party! We're gonna have a party!"
"Yo, what's goin' down, my dawgs? What's with all the commotion in motion?"
"Aaah! Tyson's on a…a…a rampage! Help!"
"Don't be such a wimp, Chief! C'mon! Hilary's gonna be here any minute and we haven't even tidied up the sitting room yet!"
"That's your problem! Why are you dragging me into this?"
"Don't blame me, you're the one who got here early."
"Tyson!"
Just so that everyone knows, balancing three boxes of pizza and a bottle of cooldrink and two bags of crisps is not easy. But we got them all into the TV room eventually. No puny pizza box is gonna stand in my way of having a good time.
By the time the Chief and me had gotten the place straightened out, the doorbell rang. Gramps went to answer it, and a few seconds later he ushered Hil into the room. "This little lady turned up lookin' for a party, my dudes! Guess my little homies are gonna want to try out some of my super-tasty old-time favourite snacks, huh? Yes sir, no shindig gets cookin' until I've done the cookin', you dig?"
"It's OK, Grandpa, we've got pizza," I said. "Don't worry."
"Hey, you want to join us, sir?" Hilary asked brightly, sitting down on the sofa next to Kenny. "We're going to watch some movies if you'd like to join in…"
"Aw, heck, no," he said, winking at her. "Nah, I ain't gonna crash this here knees-up o' yours. I'm a cool old cat, so don't you mini-dudes worry!"
"Um, OK, then, if you're sure…"
"Besides, I got me a hot date online just waiting for some oldschool romancin'! Rawr!" He winked, and strutted off out of the room whistling My Heart Will Go On.
I buried my face in a cushion. Why oh why oh why do I have to the crazy grandpa? "Yo, guys, you wanna erase all that from your memories?" I asked through the cushion.
"I wish I could," Hilary said, blushing furiously. "Tyson, your grandfather is dating someone online?"
"Ahem…several someones, actually," Kenny said, coughing.
"Excuse me?" I practically shrieked. "What's that supposed to mean?"
"Well, I introduced him to this dating site, and, um, he's quite popular there, and, well, um…you know what the Internet is like, aha, ha…"
I started banging my head on the wall. The I stopped, cause it kind of hurt.
"Hey…what were you doing on a dating site?" Hilary asked Kenny, suspiciously.
"Th-th-that's none of your business!" Kenny spluttered, going as pink as a flamingo.
"Ooh, c'mon, Chief, spill!" Hilary giggled.
"Hehe, Kenny's got a girlfriend!" I sang. "So that's why you've been so tired…you've been staying up late chatting to your sweetheart online! Hahahaha…"
"I have not!" Kenny yelled. "I entered into several purely platonic relationships with fellow Beyblade enthusiasts! Alright? Argh, Tyson, would you quit laughing?"
"Yeehah, baby! Kenny the Love Machine is in the house!"
"TYSON!"
"Aw, relax, Chief, it was only a joke," I said, punching him in the shoulder and then reaching for a slice of pizza. "C'mon, dig in! Pizza time!"
"Uh…aren't we gonna wait for Kai?" Hilary asked, blinking.
"Kai went out," explained Kenny. I saw him glance nervously at me.
"…out?"
"Yes."
"Out where?"
"We don't know, and we don't care!" I said, loudly. "Who needs him, anyway? He'd just muck up all our fun, as usual."
"Tyson, don't get so worked up," Kenny said. "He left you a note, didn't he?"
"So he wrote a note, big deal," I grumbled, chewing furiously on a slice of pizza. "Not like he actually explained why he just upped and disappeared."
"Ooh, a note," Hilary teased, excitedly. "What did it say, huh?" She clasped her hands together, sighing. "Was it a confession of undying love?"
"Would you cut that out?" I yelped, almost choking. "'Cause it's not funny, Hil!"
"Oh, don't worry, Tyson, the Chief here knows all about your little thing for a certain Beyblader…"
"What? Chief, don't listen to her, she…she doesn't know what she's saying!" I spluttered. "She's got a fever or something - she's delirious…"
"Relax, Tyson, we're not going to tell him," Kenny said, patting my arm soothingly. "We just thought it might be fun to…ah, shake things up a little?"
"Not you, too!" I wailed. "What, is the entire world trying to hook me up with Kai or something?"
"No, just us," Hilary said, brightly. "And Max and Ray and Daichi the Brat, of course, once we tell them."
"What? You're gonna tell them? Oh, no way, I forbid you to say a single word about this to anyone else, or…or…or I'll never talk to you guys ever again!"
"Fine, we won't tell," Hilary relented, looking disgruntled.
"Promise?"
"Yeah, yeah, we promise, Mr Paranoid," she said. "Now, to business. Hand over that note."
"It's just a dumb old note," I said, drawing it out of my jacket pocket and passing it to them. Not that I was gonna be admitting it any time soon, but I'd already read it through about a bazillion times. When I'd woken up, and seen it on my pillow, seen my name written on it in his handwriting, and known that he must have been standing in my room, that he must have been so close to touching me…
"Wow, this is boring," Hilary said, sounding disappointed. "I'm going out. Back by tonight. Kai. Big deal."
"MING MING!" Kenny screeched, lurching forward and staring at the TV screen. "Looklooklooklooklook, it's her new video! Oh, bliss…oh, joy…"
"Turn that off, you," Hilary snapped, grabbing the remote. "We have more serious matters at hand."
"Oh, I'm in heaven…" Kenny whispered. "Only an angel could be so perfect…Hilary, no! Turn that back on!"
"Not until we've sorted this out," she said, firmly, dangling the remote out of his reach. "This is serious! We need to get these two together!"
"Why can't you try hooking me up with Ming Ming for a change?" he wailed. "Gah, please turn the TV on! I need to see that video! She's practically my raison d'être!"
"That is just pathetic, Chief."
"Hilary, I'm begging you!"
She ignored him and turned back to me. "So," she said, sweetly. "What're you gonna do about it?"
"Do about what?" I asked, blinking innocently.
"Don't play dumb with me, mister," she said. "Now. Step One in your plan of action to get together with him should be…?"
"Uh…running away from this creepy girl called Hilary who's trying to control my love life"
"No! Flirt with him, you ninny!"
"Hil, no way!" I yelped. "Now c'mon, I think we should start watching the movie."
"But what about Kai?" Hilary persisted.
"Ah, he'll show up eventually," I said, getting up to turn the TV back on, seeing as Hilary was currently being the Dark Lord of the Remote. "You know him. He always turns up at the last moment."
"No, I mean what about you and Kai and…oh, hello, Kai, we were just talking about you"
I spun round so fast I practically tripped over my own feet. Wait, correction: I did trip over my own feet. I twirled right around and landed on my butt.
Real smooth.
I looked up to see Kenny giggling, Hilary looking smug, and Kai standing in the doorway looking like he'd just walked in on a bunch of aliens. He looked down at me blankly, and then turned, like he was going to walk right out the door again. My stomach churned. "Wait! Kai!" I called. "Don't – I mean, d-d-don't you wanna watch the movie with us?"
"I'm gonna say 'no'," he said, and did that really annoying sneer-thingy that he does. A little warm shiver zipped down my spine.
"Kai, we never see you anymore!" I complained, scrambling up and grabbing his arm. He stiffened immediately. "You're always out the whole day! Where do you go, anyway?"
He shrugged.
"Alright, that settles it, you're watching the movie," I said, swinging him round and pushing him over to the sofa where I had been sitting. "You stay put, you got it? Chief, if he tries to go anywhere, you and Hilary…you tie him up, OK?"
"Ooh, that should be fun," Kenny said gleefully, rubbing his hands together. "Hehehe…"
"Don't even think about it," Kai warned, crossing his arms and sinking back into the sofa.
"Tada!" I whooped, finally finding the dumb tape. "OK, we press play, and badabing, badaboom…"
The VCR gave this sort of squelching, ripping sound, and then the TV screen started to snow.
"Well done," Kai muttered, and my stomach gave a little squirm.
"Aaah, Tyson, what did you do to it now?" Kenny asked in despair, getting up and pushing me aside to kneel next to the VCR.
"It's not my fault!" I complained, running my hands through my hair. "Dumb thing just went and died on me. Sheesh."
He just said, "Shhh!" and started poking around at the VCR.
"Hey, let the master work," Hilary said, beckoning me over to sit between her and Kai. "You know what he's like when he's around gizmos and gadgets and stuff."
"Sure, whatever," I said, faking a yawn. "So, Kai, what's up? Haven't seen you all day, man!"
"Is that so?" Kai asked, sounding bored. "Well, I see you survived without me."
"Awww, are you in a bad mood, Kai? Did a nasty bully steal your blanky and your teddy bear?"
"You don't expect me to answer that, do you?"
"Don't cry, Kai, I'm sure Mr Fluffy-Wuffy's safe."
"Ooh, who's Mr Fluffy-Wuffy?" Hilary asked, giggling.
"Mr Fluffy-Wuffy is Kai's teddy bear," I told her, nodding wisely. "They're best friends, and Kai wuvs him!"
"Oh, that's adorable!" Hilary cooed. "I like a man who's not afraid to show his softer side."
"I don't have a teddy bear," Kai growled.
"You sure about that?" I asked, grinning cheekily and leaning over to rest my cheek on his shoulder, laughing up into his face.
"Yes, I'm sure, and if you don't get off me right now I'll – "
"Tyson, why is there chewing gum in your VCR?" Kenny asked despairingly.
"Oh, ewww!" Hilary shrieked. "Tyson, that's disgusting!"
"Don't blame me!" I protested. "I don't even like chewing gum! Blame Gramps! Blame – blame the hamster!"
"Uh, Tyson? You don't have a hamster," Hilary pointed out.
"…so?"
"Well, you're not going to be playing any videos on this poor machine tonight," Kenny informed us, glaring at me. "It's been tragically murdered."
"Ah, this stinks," I sulked, crossing my arms. "Now what're we gonna do?"
"Sit around and eat pizza, of course," Kai muttered. "Not like you know how to do anything else."
"Hey!"
"I have an idea!" Hilary proclaimed happily. "We'll play hide-and-go-seek!"
"WHAT?" Kenny and me said together.
"Better yet, we'll play…in the dark!" she said, excitedly.
"But…but…but…" I stammered.
"Oh, come on, guys, it'll be really fun!" she assured us.
"Hilary! Are you crazy?" Kenny screeched.
"Chief, don't tell me you still need to ask," I sighed.
"Clam up," she ordered. "Now get hiding!"
"But – "
She turned on me looking like she was in the middle of taking over the world or something. "Now," she said.
"Sheesh, Hil, breathe already," I said.
She grabbed me by the ear. "What did you say?" she hissed.
"Tyson, do what she says!" Kenny wailed.
"Fine! Fine! I'll do it! Hilary! I'll do it!"
'Course, I'd already come up with a totally brilliant hiding place.
"The broom cupboard. Nice choice."
"Waah! Who…? Kai, you gave me a heart attack, you creep!"
"My bad." Dumb jerk was just leaning there against the wall of the corridor in the darkness. I hadn't even noticed him. Climbing back out of the cupboard, I turned and faced him suspiciously.
"What're you doing hanging around in the dark like that, anyway?" I asked.
"The same thing you're doing," he said, folding his arms. "Playing stupid games for no good reason."
"Aw, aren't you having fun, Mean Mr Kai?" I crooned, grinning secretly. Heh, looked like he was in a bad mood. When he's in a bad mood, I tease him. "Is Mean Mr Kai afwaid of the dark? It's alwight! Big, stwong Tyson will pwotect you!"
"Tyson, take my advice: don't act like a bigger fool than you already are."
"So, you found a hiding place yet?"
"No."
"Hello, dude, you're missing the whole point of the game! Hilary's gonna find you unless you hide!"
He just gave me a look. You know, the one that's all, 'I'm supposed to care?'
"Fine," I said. "Be that way. I'll hide, and you can stay out here all lonesome on your ownsome." Then I winked. "Or we could ditch this, find the Chief, and grab the rest of the pizza while Hilary's still looking for us! How's that for the master plan?"
He raised a shoulder briefly before letting it drop. "If you so desire."
"Or we could just stand around in the dark saying nothing."
"Yeah. We could do that."
"You know what's wrong with you?" I asked, crossing my arms. "OK, right, the part of your brain that's s'posed to have fun shrunk, and then the part of your brain that goes 'Ooh, I'm better than everyone else' got really, really big. So now you're totally mean to everyone and it's all 'cause of that! See, I figured it out! Your brain's weird!"
He snickered. "At least I have a brain."
"Wha - what's that supposed to mean?"
"What do you think?"
"I'll get you! I mean it! I will!" I narrowed my eyes, and peered up into his face. In my best creepy stalker psychopath voice, I whispered, "Some day when you least expect it, just when you're nice and comfy with your life, just when you think everything's going well – I will find you! And then…well, that's when it comes to the fun part…"
"Tyson?"
"I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE!"
"Tyson, you're standing on my foot."
"Oh." I stepped back, rubbing my neck. "Hehe…oops. Uh, sorry 'bout that, man."
"I'll live," he said, kinda dryly, but with this little laugh hidden in his voice.
"Cool. So. You wanna hide, or you wanna do something fun?"
He raised an eyebrow. "Such as?"
"I dunno…dressing up as something really spooky and then scaring the living daylights out of Hilary? Or wait, she'd probably, like, karate chop us into next week…hey, how about we…"
I broke off. In the dark, I could hear footsteps coming down the hallway. A voice called, "Tyson? Oh, Tyson, I'm gonna getcha!"
"Oh, great, it's Hilary!" I squeaked, looking around for a hiding place.
I found one.
Grabbing Kai's arm, I yanked him across and into the cupboard, carefully closing the door behind us.
"Tyson? I know you're round here somewhere! Come out, come out, wherever you are!" Hilary's voice got louder.
"Just - don't - say anything," I muttered to Kai.
"Now look who's talking," he grumbled into the dark.
Gradually, we heard her footsteps fading.
"See? My quick-thinking and brilliant wit outsmarted her!" I said. "You gotta admit it, Kai. I own this game. I'm the hide-and-go-seek master."
"I think your medication needs adjusting."
I found a torch and flicked it on, holding it under my face. "Guess what, Kai?" I whispered, crossing my eyes. "I'm your worst nightmare!"
I heard a rustling sort of thump from his end of the cupboard. In the dim torchlight I could kind of see him shifting uncomfortably. "Why is there a box of party hats in here?" he asked, crossly, pulling a large, flat cardboard box out from underneath him.
"Hey, cool! Those must be the ones left over from my last birthday party!" I said. "Yo, hand 'em over, dude!"
He chucked the box at my head.
"Ow!"
"Heh."
"No fair!" I wailed, rubbing my eye, dropping the torch to the floor. "That hurt!"
"Deal with it, Tyson. Or, alternatively, go cry your little kiddy eyes out. Not like I care either way."
I sighed. "You're still in a bad mood?"
"Seeing as I'm stuck in a cupboard playing kids' games with a lunatic, I'd say yes, I am in a bad mood. Sue me."
"Well, then, this should cheer ya up!" I said, brightly, jamming a party hat on my head, snapping the elastic under my chin. "Happy birthday to yooooou, happy birthday to yooooou..."
"It's not my birthday, you idiot."
"Happy birthday, dear Grumpy Face! Happy birthday to you!"
He picked up the torch and clicked it off.
"Aaah! Help! I can't see!" I wailed.
"Never expected you to be scared of the dark, Tyson," he said, and his voice was mocking.
"I am not! I just like being able to see you!" I blinked, and then snickered. "Ouch, that came out wrong." Man, I was glad it was dark…I was probably blushing like crazy. Still, no harm trying to cover it up with a joke, right? Laughing like it was the funniest thing ever, I said, "Uh…sorry, man, sorry, I mean, I know you probably think I'm good lookin' and all, and maybe I've been leading you on a bit, but I just don't see you in that way…"
"Only someone as stupid as you would find that funny."
"I mean, I'm sure you'll meet the right guy for you some day…and we can still be friends..."
"Shut up!" he shouted.
"Alright, alright…" I muttered. "Sheesh…"
After that there was a whole lotta silence.
I was locked in a small, dark closet with the guy who is only the hottest thing this side of the Sahara.
Kinda sucked that he was sitting on the other side being all grouchy and huffy.
Real quietly, I started singing, "Happy birthday to you, you live in a zoo…"
He gave this strange, trembly jerk of laughter and said, "Don't even think about finishing that."
"You look like a monkey, and you smell like one too!"
"Nice," he said. "What's next? Sing-along songs with the world's biggest freakshow?"
"I am not a freakshow!" I protested. "Except for, y'know, my freakishly good looks. And wow, all this raw, masculine power of mine! I've gotta be off the charts for freakish! I mean, lookin' as good as I do – that's just not normal, dude."
"Correction: you're the world's most obsessed egomaniac," he said.
"Oh, Kai! It's so nice to know I have a fan!"
"Don't get used to it," he snapped.
More silence.
Flirt with him, you ninny.
Oh, yeah, right, Hil, you try flirting with the guy who could beat Darth Vader for first prize in a scariness competition.
I could just see a dim outline of him in the tiny cracks of light that fell between the hinges of the door. Carefully, crawling over a bucket, a mop, and a whole lot of other freaky stuff that was lying around, I managed to scooch right up in front of Kai. Time to turn on the ol' Tyson charm. "So," I said, acting real smooth, my voice all breathy. "Watcha do today…Kai?"
"Things."
"OK, well…" I paused, and said, meaningfully, "What kind of…things?"
"You sound like a moron," he said. "And for your information, I did extremely boring things."
"Oh, like what, blowing up a continent?" I asked, huffily. Not fair. No way could he resist my awesome flirtation-power. No way.
"No, like working out where I should bury the body of the next pea-brained idiot who gets on my nerves."
"Sounds like fun! So, um, where are you gonna bury the body?"
"Is there any reason why you're trying to drive me insane?"
"Kai! I'm just talking," I moaned. So much for flirting, Hilary. Move over girly stuff, I'll stick with guy talk. "Hey, I can't wait till we can start Beyblading again. It'll be so cool!"
"So you find losing cool?" he asked, and laughed.
"No, I find wiping the stadium floor with you cool."
"My, aren't we full of ourselves?"
"Hey hey hey, you remember when you and your little gang kidnapped the Chief?" I asked. "You sure you're not a member of the Russian Mafia or somethin'?"
He said, "Hmpf."
"And remember when you lost to Johnny?" I goaded, snickering.
"I remember when you lost to Robert."
"Hey, I kicked his butt in the end!" I protested.
"You sure took your sweet time about it," he muttered.
"Eh, better late than never, right?"
"Wrong."
"Yup, those were the days, my friend," I said, grinning into the darkness. "Heh…it was like something from a movie or a book or something. Like…like the stuff you dream about. You know how you look back and it all seems better? Like maybe things were easier when you were a kid? Before all the bad stuff happened, before things started getting difficult – you know what I mean?"
"Yeah."
"Like all the good stuff is over."
"It's not over," he said, forcefully. "Don't you ever think that it is. There's always more to work for, Tyson. There's always something else. You of all people should understand that."
"I do," I said, biting my lip. "I…I do, Kai. I know what I'm fighting for."
He said, in the weirdest voice I've ever heard him use, "So do I."
There was silence again, only this time it was really uncomfortable silence, like we both wanted to say something, only neither of us could find anything right. Feeling really awkward, I said, trying to make it sound light, "Wow, feels like I haven't had a good Beybattle in forever."
He didn't say anything.
"Seeing as, like, there's really been no one around to blade against."
Still nothing.
I added, "I kinda miss Beyblading against you."
"How come?" he asked. Hey, a break-through. The guy said something.
"It's my favourite thing in the world, dumbo-head. Duh."
"But…with…me?" he asked, and I swear I heard him swallow.
"Sure," I said, trying to sound breezy. "I like you. We're tight, man, you know that. And…you're incredible."
Another super-sized silence. Then he said, "What do you mean by that?"
"Hey, I think we could probably get out of here now," I said, brightly, trying to avoid answering that little question. "Hil's probably gone…"
He caught hold of my arm. Goosebumps erupted all over my body, and I started to shake, suddenly breathless. He said, levelly, "What do you mean by that?"
I felt like punching myself in the head. "Nothing, nothing. I just think you're a really cool Beyblader, that's all."
"Oh," he said, and let go of my arm. He sounded almost disappointed.
"And…well…I look up to you a lot…a bit," I added, trying to cheer him up a bit. "We all do. Haha, I bet you there's loads of little kids out there who think you're, like, the greatest blader ever."
"You're…you're the greatest," he said, his voice strained. "You won. You beat me."
"Ah, Kai, quit flatterin' me, you old charmer!" I teased. "You know you're a hundred times better than I'll ever be."
"Stop it!" he shouted suddenly, and I heard him bang his fist against the side of the closet. "Stop saying things like that!"
"Things like what, Kai?" I asked, a little weirded out. "Things like what?"
"Don't you dare say things like that about yourself! You defeated me, Tyson! You're the only one – you're the only one in my whole life…you're better than me, and you defeated me and you ruined me, and you sit there saying I'm better than you?"
"Oh, so, what, now I'm not allowed to give you a compliment? Geez, dude, chill."
"It's not about me! It's about you! How many times have you made me look like a rookie? You took my title! I can't – I want – you…" he trailed off.
Oh, great. Now he hated me. Now he hated me for beating him. Great. "Look, I'm sorry, OK? But we're still pals, right, and Kai – I – you don't know how much you mean to me, man. If I had to choose anyone else to be Champion, it would be you. I want you to be the best! You deserve it – "
"Don't say that!" he shouted, his voice almost cracking. "I don't want you going easy on me! When we have our rematch, I want it to be the hardest battle I've ever fought. I want it to be the ultimate test. I want you to be my greatest rival! No one else - just you. I want it to be you!" I could hear his breathing. It was hard and quick. "I'm only ever going to ask you one thing. I'm going to ask you to promise me that you'll always be my greatest rival - my ultimate challenger."
"Kai…"
He caught hold of my arm again, only way harder than before. In a harsh, commanding tone, he said, "Listen to me. I want you to swear that you'll always fight me with everything you have." His nails were digging into my arm really hard. It hurt. "That's all I'll ever ask you for, Tyson. Just promise me that. It's all I'll ever ask you for."
"Hello? You don't need to ask! Dude, don't you get it? Don't you get how hard I've tried to be strong enough for you?" I shouted, getting really mad now, my heart going like a jackhammer. My breathing caught, and I had to swallow hard before I could say, brokenly, "I'd give anything, Kai. I'd give anything to be like you."
"Don't you know how hard I've tried to be strong enough for you?" he roared back, furiously. "I gave up everything for you. I've spent three years of my life trying to defeat you! You! Always you, Tyson! Don't you see? You're the only one I want!"
I swear I couldn't breathe. I was shaking so hard I couldn't think straight. He couldn't mean that…he didn't mean any of it…there was no way…Kai…oh, Kai…
His hand was shaking as his nails cut into my arm. I reached up and covered his fingers with my own, squeezing his hand so tightly. I couldn't see him; I could only hear his breathing, rough and uneven. Our faces were so close together that I could feel his warmth on my cheek. My lips were dry. His forehead touched mine, and then our noses bumped. I said, still shaking, "You…"
Gramps chose that moment to open the closet door.
"HOLY MILKSHAKE-FLAVOURED BIKINIS!"
OK, it did look kinda bad. You know, what with me practically sittin' in Kai's lap. And with Kai clutching at my arm and yelling about how I was the only one he wanted. And with us being locked in a dark closet together.
Gramps clonked me over the head with his kendo stick. "You! Squirt! Keep your hands to yourself, ya dig? And as for you, Kai-man, I'd like to know just what in the name of all that is good and groovy and legal you were doing making out with my little dude in a closet!"
"We weren't making out, Gramps!" I wailed, blinking in the glaring light and scrambling away from Kai, who was blushing, his eyes glued to the floor. Heh. Made him look kinda cute…wait, Tyson, this is not the time. "We were arguing!"
"I know oldschool porno action when I see it!" Gramps roared, waving his kendo stick in the air. I covered my head with my hands. Hey, the man's a danger to the survival of civilisation when he gets worked up. "This here is one heck of a steamy love scene!"
"What are you talking about?" I yelled from behind my fingers, backing up into a corner. "Kai was being a jerk and I was telling him to cut it out! We were just playing hide-and-go-seeeeeeek!"
"You may think you can pull the wool over my eyes, buckaroo," he said, narrowing his eyes at me, "but my main man Mr D from the ol' BBA-whatzit told me that he was sniffin' out some hormonal doodads getting all active-like, and he told me personally that you two were hot for each other! And you listen here, kiddo, I don't care what you do or who you do it with, but it ain't happenin' in my hallway closet while I'm in the middle of chattin' to Temptress69 on the 'net!"
"Aaah! Mr Dickinson? What did he say? How does he know about - ? No! I mean, we are not hot for each other! Kai! C'mon, man, back me up here! Tell him this is crazy!"
Kai said, "Whatever." He got up and strode off.
"Kai?" I called. "Kai? Dude! Wait up!" I scrambled to my feet, but Gramps poked me in the chest.
"Hold your horses, Romeo," he said. "I'm a-sensing some bad vibes heading our way from the Kai-man."
"Yeah, well, that's just 'cause he's Kai," I muttered. "Gramps, I swear, we weren't doing anything!"
"Hmm? Well, now, my little teenager-shaped dude, I always said it was fine and dandy to take your sweet, sweet time when it comes to these relationship doohickeys…"
"I am not in a relationship with Kai!" I wailed.
"Oh, yeah?" Hilary asked, sidling up to me out of nowhere and elbowing me in the ribs. She smiled sweetly at Gramps, and said smugly to me, "That'll change. That'll change."
Urgh, I'm sorry I haven't been updating…my computer went bye-bye and I've been having to sneak time on my mom's. But it's all fixed now so I should be getting stuff posted sooner. In theory.
Yay, free glow-in-the-dark Tyson plushies to all reviewers! Teehee.