I though this one was sorta cute. I'm hoping since this pairing is more popular I'll get more reviews. This is the second in the sweets series. Cookies was the first.
Discliamer: I forgot to record last nights episode, do think I own Beyblade?
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Mariam sat on the wooden crate sucking on her Popsicle. Mmmmm, strawberry her favorite. She turned it around as a trickle of cold juice began to trial towards her hand and slurped it up. She had traded her usual short dress for a shirt much like the rest of her team, and denim shorts.
It was good to get away from her nagging team captain. Ozuma was always "the mission this" and "the mission that". It could really grind on her nerves.
Beside her our favorite blond member of the Blade Breakers, Max Tate was eating a Popsicle of his own. However the difference in flavor was evident. Instead of the pink-red of strawberry, his was the lime green of sour apple.
The sound of slurps was broken by a
"Can I have a taste?"
Mariam looked at the half American half Japanese boy with one eyebrow raised. "Why?"
"Because."
"What makes you think I'll give you some, especially with that short of an answer?"
Max gave her Puppy Dog Eyes, made even more effective when coupled with a little pout. As much as she tried she could not resist "the look."
"Pwease, pwetty, pwetty, pwease?" he asked her once again but this time in a baby voice. She sighed and handed over her Popsicle, trading her strawberry treat for his apple one. He licked the cold pink confection before sucking on it like a little kid. He bit off a small piece, much to her annoyance.
"Hey, I said you could have a taste, not a bite." She said. Max shrugged.
"Your point being?" the sentence hung slightly before taking a bite of his green Popsicle.
Apposed to the label claim it wasn't at all sour, but sickeningly sweet. She gagged and spat out the overly sugary piece on the ground.
"Serves you right for taking such a huge bite," he stuck out his tongue, but quickly returned it to his mouth as the girl continued to cough. He thumped her on the back until it ceased.
Mariam glared at him. "You said it was sour, and that was definitely not sour."
"Heh heh, I forgot to warn you." Max grinned nervously. She held the Popsicle out to him and he accepted it; though he didn't return hers and continued to lick the frozen treat. She reached over and tugged her pop from his grasp.
"Hey!"
"I said you could have a taste, not the whole thing."
The American boy pouted once a gain. "I like yours better than mine. My popsicle is way to sweet compared to yours."
You got that right. She thought. Mariam sighed, she had rally hoped she wouldn't have to share. None-the-less she allowed him one more suck before licking it herself. It continued in this manner until Max felt something cold dripping on his bare feet.
"Mariam…"
"Yeah Max?"
"My popsicle melted."
"Great."
END
TCW: Yup, that's our sarcastic Maraim. #noddlez# Well, this one was sorta random, it's not even summer for cryin' out loud! One of my friends thought this was sweet and that it had a funny ending. One of my other friends thought it was random beyond belief; she just gave me this weird stare/look. Well, review and tell me if it's too random to believe or sweet. Your two cents are appreciated muchly. #hinthint#