I've hit a bit of a creative block with Blader Baby Blue at the mo, but I got the divine inspiration of a Spencer/Robert fic after two things-

Reading Elemental Gypsy's 'A cocktail Party'

And after my first few life drawing classes at college.

I'll attempt to do it switching p.o.v's but I dunno how long it'll be before I go back into third person mode.

Disclaimer; do not own beyblade, nor Harry Potter, nor anything else you may recognise in this fic.

Damn Oliver.

Damn Johnny.

For those who don't know, the aforementioned three are my butler and two soon to be ex -best friends. And I am Robert of the Majestics.

I suppose I should start at the beginning, I was rather contently sitting in my study, beating Johnny at Chess yet again, when Oliver came bounding in shouting a ruckus about some life drawing class.

And everyone just had to agree about me joining, the butler included, I was so busy declining the invitation that I totally forgot my strategy and Johnny beat me. The indignity!

I'm never doodling around those three ever again, it was a drawing I did of Griffolyon that set Oliver off on me pursuing an artistic career path…

Thus I'm stuck in a stuffy room in an old t-shirt and jeans, yes I own jeans - don't be too surprised, with an easel in front of me and facing a podium surrounded by others like it.

"Relax mon-ami, it can't be that bad, you never know you might be leaving with his number by the end of it." A voice called from the easel behind me.

Oliver, remind me to never speak to you again. Ever since I told my fellow Majestics my... preferences, they've been trying to hook me up with every guy in Paris and Rome, I've been fortunate to avoid Scotland, no offence Scots, but I've seen Johnny in a kilt on a windy day. It still makes me shudder at the thought.

"Hey Robert, isn't that Bryan over there? You know, from the Blitzkrieg boys?"

I looked to see that Oliver was right. Bryan was sitting at an easel opposite us, fixing his paper to the board. I saw Tala walk up to him and he didn't look too happy.

I went to sharpen my pencils at the bin situated behind Bryan.The class was beginning soon.

Now I'm not one to eavesdrop, but when I found out Kai had signed his team up to an art course I perked up at the thought that I wasn't the only one here under protest.

"Why did Kai put me in sculpture, it's…icky!" Tala protested. 'Icky'? That's a word I never associated with the redhead.

"If you weren't dating Hilary, I'd think you were gay."

Tala's dating Hilary? That loudmouth girl Tyson is friends with, well I'll be buggered.

"Just keep a cool head and do it, just think Spencer's in a worse situation." Bryan added.

"Fine, I better go before Kai finds out and does a Hilary." and Tala left.

Spencer? Russian, so tall, blonde, built like a brick house, dreamy as hell Spencer?

Yeah, I've discovered Ilike the Russian power house. He's a strong, silent enigma who's code I just need to decipher, I've never actually talked to him, just the usual 'Hi, how's it going?' should we meet, other than that I've had toadmire the tall Adonis from afar.

"Ow!" I just stabbed my finger with a sharp pencil. Could my day get any worse?

"I thought I heard your voice." I turned around to see Bryan looking at me, pencil tucked behind his ear. He didn't seem too menacing, but then again it's been a while. "You got dragged here too?"

"How'd ya guess?" I asked, sucking on my finger.It hurt! What did you expect me to do? Cry?

"You were glaring at your easel when Frenchy over there said something."

'Frenchy'? Oh, Oliver.

"Yeah, something about getting the model's number." Was it me or was Bryan relaxed about being dragged into this? "You seem calm since Kai signed you up to this."

"Actually, I signed up willingly, I like doodling cartoons so I thought I'd give myself a challenge."

"I see, so uh…" I began, how can I put this without sounding like a lovesick fool? "what's Kai given Spencer the misfortune of?" there we go.

"Nothing, Spencer has a job as far as I know." damn! "You ok?"

I should really ask Kai how he hides his emotions so well.

"Huh, yeah fine." I replied. He raised abrow but said nothing.

"Better go set up, the teacher will be here in a minute."

"Morning everyone!" sung a voice. I just had to wince, I'm used to Opera, but not the strangled kind.

"Speak to ya later." I whispered, Bryan tapped me on the shoulder in return and I jogged to my seat.

The teacher, she looks like that crazy one out of Harry Potter, you know the one, that predicts Harry's death at every class? Yeah, her.

"Morning boys and girls, I am Miss Trelanik. But you can all call me Caz." Great, her name even sounds like it. "I'm afraid to say our regular model Frank has been in Hospital for a month so far, but no fear, we have a younger gentleman in his place."

Gentleman? No gentleman parades himself in this manner, I've been told that enough times… shut up Robert and listen, here you're just a regular teenager.

Great, now I'm talking to myself.

"Before our model comes out, I want to bring to your attention that the model is working because you are, do not talk across the room over the model and please show some professionalism at all times, some of you may have drawn from a nude model before, others haven't."

Yeah, yeah, don't laugh at the model, we got it. I wonder how much the poor sod's getting paid for this.

"I'll just go and let him know we're ready to begin." and the crazy woman left.

"Just think of it as a bowl of fruit." Oliver said from behind me.

Yeah right, like that's going to work, but I say nothing.

"I hear he's really tall." said one of the other students.

"I've seen him, he's huge!"

I don't like the sound of this.

"I think he used to be a blader, world class like."

I really don't like the sound of this.

Bryan just moved easels, he's the other side of me now, probably so he's with someone familiar I suppose.

"Tall, huge, a blader… I wonder if it's Rick? I hear from Max he's tight for cash at the moment."

Rick? Oh yeah, the loudmouth American that could put Tyson to shame, such a charming chap aren't I? It wouldn't surprise me if it was him.

"You talk to Max?" I asked the Falborg Master.

"I talk to all of them, Ray would never talk to me again if I didn't."

"Ray? Wha-"

"Get out of your castle a bit more often. Ray and I are dating," I never thought I'd see Bryan blush or even hear those words, I mean come on, this dude put poor Ray in hospital one time. "Since Tyson beat Brooklyn, Tala, Spencer, Kai, Ian and I, we've rebuilt our lives."

"So I gather. And good on ya." I smiled for the first time all day, Bryan is a nice guy after all.

Normal P.O.V.

Caz returned and clapped her hands for attention, the bit Robert had been dreading had arrived.

"Ladies and Gents, let's begin." she turned behind her and called. "If you want to step inside…"

A tall figure did step inside, dressed in a dressing gown.

Bryan's eyes threatened to pop out of his head.

Oliver's jaw dropped.

Robert did both and blushed a wonderful shade of magenta…

Of all the jobs I could've got, it had to be this one.

A nude model for a college.

I suppose the money's good but then again it should be for standing around naked while people drew your likeness.

I don't get off at the idea of people drawing me, I'm in it for the money. Sure some of the kids treat you like a human being when they see you've got your clothes on but when you're standing there in the buff they see you as another object to draw. I'm used to being stared at, just not like this.

Then again that can be a contradiction since I'm rather tall.

Caz just walked in to say I'll be needed in a minute. Caz is ok, sure she dresses weird and talks like she's in an opera but we all have our quirks.

Getting up with about as much dignity as the dressing gown would allow, I followed her to the drawing room.

"Ladies and Gents, let's begin." she addressed the class, turned to me and added. "If you want to step inside…"

Taking a look round the class, I just wanted to turn around and say no.

First off, I saw one of my closest friends in there, his expression was priceless I'll admit, but I didn't want it directed at me.

Of all the classes I had to stand for, I wish it wasn't this one.

Another person I knew, but haven't seen for a while, his mouth hanging open like a fly trap or something.

Oh no, of all people I didn't want to see, eyes staring, mouth open and bloody hell I think he's just as embarrassed as I am if his face is anything to go by.

I haven't felt such shame in years.

Then as if my luck couldn't get any worse, the three of them cried out my name.

If there is such a god, dear Lord please smite me now.

"Spencer?"