When in Spain Chapter 1, a beyblade fanfic

Rating: K+ (for language and very colourful exploitations of homosexuality…and I mean that quite literally)

Genre: Humor/Friendship

Summary: When six teenage boys and girl need a well-deserved break from sitting around on their derrière's every day, what are they to do? …Well, take their crude and lazy selves on vacation, of course! Semi-AU, crackfic..ish. Not really, actually.

Warnings: yaoi, language, and quite a bit of OOCness; gotta love it.

Disclaimer: (I always forget this!) I don't own beyblade or any recognisable characters. And for the record, when I wrote By Your Side I didn't own it either…:)

For Lauren, Laura, Joana, Fabia, Soph and Karyn.

Who I dedicate this story to, with full confidence in the fact that none of them will ever read it, ever :)

(A/N): This is the extended crackfic(ish, not really actually) of a Spain holiday for the boys…and girl :).

'What the fuck is a semi-AU?' you ask. Well, basically what it means is the main seven: Tyson, Rei, Max, Kai, Kenny, Hilary and Daichi are pretty much the same as in the series…yet, the other characters which make appearances throughout are strangers to them. So yeah, that's basically it…

There's quite a few random pairings thrown into this but they never last longer than a chapter. Oh, and there's a smidge of TyKa I suppose…but it's not obvious, just down to reader interpretation. And certainly not in this first chapter :P

The main characters aren't really Hilary and Kai, just they narrate most of the chapters. Hilary has 4, Kai has 3, Rei has 2 and Max has 1. There's ten chapters in all.

The first is in Kai's POV. :D Enjoy!

La Isla Bonita

By StZen

Day 1- The day of arrival.

Ever been handed out of the blue a very suspicious opportunity to go on vacation by someone you just know you and your friends annoy the hell out of? Well, now I can join your little club. About two weeks ago, Tyson's grandfather handed us these plane tickets and told us he'd booked us a five-day holiday in Salou, Spain. Heh, very subtle. He probably would have thrown us out the door there and then if he could. Definitely trying to get rid of his baboon of a grandson and his friends who all camp there for some reason even though they each have a home to go to. I'm the only exception to this; I don't have a particularly sweet home to go to, and yet I spend as little time with Tyson and co. as possible. Yet admittedly, the thought of wasting money makes me itch a little, and so I was unable to turn down a perfectly good plane ticket and hotel room, despite the fact that I have to share with one or two of these morons.

Morons who, of course, were ecstatic. Five days to chill out in the day and 'get down wit our bayd selves' (quote by Max-I almost tore my ears off) at night. I was already grinding my head into the wall, but that was before we heard the next bit of bloody exhilarating news.

Rei called. From his wonderful vacation in Barcelona with some childhood friend who'd decided she'd had enough of being a friend with revealing clothes and wanted him to bone her. He didn't say that, but knowing her, him…and me, what other reason could there possibly be? Anyway, he rang us up, and it went something like this…

'REEEEEEEEIIIII-' was about as far as Tyson got before I took the phone from him.

'Hey Rei, what do you want?' short and sweet, me.

'Hey Kai, I heard you and the guys are going to Salou in a couple of weeks?' how the hell he found this out, I still haven't the foggiest idea. 'Mariah's going home next week but I called the landlord and he said the apartment will be empty for another month, so I was wondering if you guys wanted to come over here for a few days and then we can all go to Salou together?'

I groaned as Tyson snatched the phone back, having heard everything because I couldn't figure out how to get the speaker phone off.

'REIWE'DLOVETOGOI'LLBOOKEARLIERPLANETICKETSANDGETYOUASPOTINTHEHOTELINSALOUBYE!'

And that was that. I could almost hear Tyson's grandfather whooping with delight. Now we stand, five days earlier than we originally planned to, in the middle of the airport while Tyson has to shell out for his suitcase being too heavy. And I'm not surprised with that massive hunk of pink plastic. It looks like barbie's mini-van…except a life-sized one. And he's managed to pack it literally to the point where it could fit almost nothing else inside. How he found so many possessions to fit in there I don't know; must have taken Hilary's belongings too because for some inexplicable reason her suitcase is the smallest. Yeah, girl, shoes, clothes, small suitcase…it doesn't add up.

She is also, apparently, the one who's brought the least money with her. What kind of girl is this?! Three guesses as to which pink-suitcase owner has brought the most…

Once Tyson's pink atrocity has finally been sent through with the rest of the cases, we walk through for the hand-luggage check (which takes much longer than it should with Hilary trying to unbuckle her complicated shoes and Max and Kenny trying in a panic to remove all the liquids from their bags- and after all that I was the one who got searched! Bloody woman just wanted a grope at my ass…well, Daichi got searched too, but that must be because they thought he was hiding a grenade behind that patch on his head or something). As soon as we reach the duty-free lounge Tyson announces he wants a doughnut, and so off we all go. It's going to be a fun-filled few hours…

-x-

Having finally made it to the plane and discovered we're late for boarding, thanks to Tyson's watch, we've had to split up. But I'm not going to celebrate, because this can barely be counted as relief. What I would have liked is to be sitting next to some male model about half a plane's length away from the rest. Instead, I've got a Korean woman on my left, and Hilary on my right. Behind her is Kenny and Tyson is next to her on the other side of the miniscule aisle. Daichi and Max have had to find seats further down the plane as there simply wasn't room for them…I'm regretting being the first to enter and sit down now. But at least I'm not stuck in the aisle seats, constantly having to wave to a hyperactive blonde and monkey ten rows away, as Tyson and Hilary keep having to do every few minutes just to humour them and make them aware that they are still there.

Almost three minutes after we take off, I see a handful of peanuts fly into the air and hear quite a few disgruntled noises from people about ten rows ahead. I close my eyes and try to pretend I'm somewhere else, with different people…or better yet, no people.

'Hil,' I must have fallen asleep, because I wake up to Tyson's voice and notice my hair's stuck to my mouth. How wonderfully attractive. I dislodge the side of my face from the back of the chair and blink a few times as Hilary looks at Tyson, who's rummaging around in a frenzy. It's quite funny to watch. 'Hil, my sandwich is gone…'

Hilary looks less than amused. 'Tyson, I was sleeping!'

'No but seriously, it's disappeared!'

She sighs and I roll my eyes in turn. 'Are you sure you didn't eat it?'

'No, I'd know if I'd eaten it!'

'Will you two shut up, we're trying to sleep!' I'm not sure why I chose to include the Korean lady in my out-burst…but well, she looks as though she's been woken up by the pair aswell, so for some reason I referred to both of us.

I drift back off to sleep and wake to see that Daichi and Max have joined us, and are standing in the aisle having a conversation with Kenny and Tyson. Hilary has gone back to sleep.

'So who do you think will be the slut of the holiday?' Oh, I'm so fucking glad I woke to hear this…

'My money's on you, Ty…or Rei, come to think of it…'

'Naw Max, you're definitely not one to be picky about who you-'

'Well hay, what about me?!'

'…that's cute, Daichi.'

'Fuck you guys…'

'Hey, did nobody think of Kai? Come on, he's easily the hottest one.' That is so creepy considering it was Kenny who said it…I wrinkle my nose, but nobody's noticed I'm even awake yet.

'Nah, Kai's too picky. He's not like Max, he doesn't just go for anybody…'

'Oi, I don't go for anybody!'

'I'm thinking Rei…' Daichi puts forward. There's more mumbling and debates, and I can see this holiday is going to turn into quite a competition. Wonderful…we'll all walk out with Chlamydia. Except me, because I'm not desperate. And Kenny, because he has a boyfriend. And probably Daichi, because he can't get any.

Max and Daichi are shooed back down the aisle to their seats by the air hostess, and we're landed back into temporary peace. Until…

'Hil!'

'Mhmphm?'

'Hilary!'

'Fuck Tyson, no need to shake me! Why are we whispering?'

'Hilary, the man next to me is jerking it!'

'He's what?!'

'Yeah, he's been going at it for like ten minutes! And I tried to ignore it but I think it's me!'

'Tyson, you are so fucking full of yourself…'

Hilary jumps about a foot in the air. 'Kai! I didn't know you were awake!'

'I wouldn't miss this excitement for the world…'

'This isn't funny, Kai! I'm seriously freaked out here! He's got a kid next to him and everything!'

'HEY, TY!' Oh god, nobody on this plane is going to get any sleep at all at this rate…

'Tyson, go talk to Max or something, he's calling your name,' Hilary replies boredly. She gets out of her seat and stretches, announcing she's going to the bathroom. As if we really needed to know that crucial piece of information.

When she leaves in search of the non-existent bathroom (yeah, I probably should have told her there isn't one- she's going to have a fun flight), I take her seat and watch Tyson get up to see Max and Daichi. Max is all but hanging in the aisle, waving frantically as Tyson walks over. Daichi must have fallen asleep and he must have completed all his game-boy games or something. But as he tries to make a funny face, the air hostess pops out of nowhere and the front of her cart rams into the back of Max's head.

I lean back in my seat smugly. Justice.

The next thing I know, Hilary's back to bulldoze away my personal space. And then…a funny squelching noise.

'Oh, Hil I've found my sandwich!'

-x-

The rest of the flight went by excruciatingly slowly…for me and the poor Korean lady. I don't think I've ever seen anybody so groggy-looking in my entire life. I almost wanted to apologize on behalf of the banshees I'm unfortunately associated with. But I didn't…because I'm too cool for that.

Receiving our luggage was a real treat aswell. Our cases were some of the very last to come out, and for reasons I could not understand Max's was held back a considerably long time. For some reason, a large group of Spanish guys were falling over with laughter at Hilary trying to yank her suitcase from the conveyer-belt, but nobody batted an eyelid at Tyson falling over under the weight of his fuschia pick-up truck. The Spanish must have a weird sense of humour…

On top of all that, we had to endure a series of moans from Kenny, Daichi and Tyson, who hadn't had the sense to not wear jeans. It seems only Hilary, Kenny and Max put any thought at all into where we were travelling to…okay, scratch that, because Max's clothing choice looks as though someone threw up on an art attack, but he's dressed for the correct climate at the very least.

After finally retrieving the cases, we were sent out to hail two cabs to take us to the correct flat. The place was chosen by Mariah specifically apparently, for it's good price and for being near a metro station and famous church of some kind. It's usually rented out to students apparently…must be a right palace. Anyway, Tyson, Kenny and Max launched themselves into one cab and zoomed off, leaving me to try and explain the address to the other driver, while Hilary sat complaining about the heat inside and Daichi chewed on the tire rubber.

A valuable lesson I learned once we finally got into the taxi cab…never make Hilary sit in the middle again. I thought not being next to Daichi might be a privilege, but apparently not having a window directly beside her won't stop Hilary. And so, I had her practically in my lap the whole ride, while she hang out the window like a dog 'ooh'ing and 'aah'ing at the pretty buildings and the sea. I had to spit her hair out about twenty times, while feeling the seat bounce as Daichi jumped on it from the other side. That cab driver must have charged us considerably more than he was supposed to…

Now we stand, inside the entrance to this grotty apartment building, waiting for Rei to appear…any moment now…

'REEEEEEEIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!' I suppose that's a good clue that he's arrived.

Sure enough, there he is. Pulling the two sets of doors to the elevator open before stepping out. Yes, that's right, he pulled the doors open. Like regular doors.

'Heyy guys!' he greets, trying to hug everybody and simultaneously not be flattened…I think I'll just wait my turn.

After greetings are exchanged, he tells us that the elevator is really old (no shit, Sherlock) and only holds three or four people at once. Greatt.

He steps in first and I follow, lugging my case behind me. Hilary also charges in, insisting she goes in before anybody else. Why this is fair, I don't know, but nonetheless, she and her tiny suitcase are dragged in aswell.

'I hope the lift doesn't break…' Should I be worried about that nervous statement? …Nah!

Once we get to the top (the very top), we're finally out and into the apartment, which is actually bigger than I thought it might be.

'This is the living area,' Rei dictates, before walking down a corridor. We follow. 'Down here is the kitchen, bathroom, and the two bedrooms. One of the-'

'I suppose there's only one bathroom?' Hilary asks with a minute ray of hope in her voice. As Rei nods we both sigh and try not to think in too much depth about just how awful that place will look and smell by the time the five days are over.

Rei carries on. 'This room,' he points to easily the nicest one, 'is mine, and I told Max we'd share. That back one there is for three people, and the other two can have the sofa-bed in the living room.'

'I call this room for me, Tyson and Kenny!' Hilary blurts out in one breath. Now I finally understand why she was so insistent on being the first one up here.

'Okay, so Kai you and Daichi will be in the living room...that's okay right?' Oh, wonderful. I get to share a bed with the red-headed primate, lucky me.

I can't intervene though because in about two seconds Hilary as moved her suitcase into the airy back room and has dumped her bag down on the double bed. Brilliant, she's basically moved in there now. She trips over the shit-brown coloured curtain trailed along the floor and the curtain rail comes dangerously close to falling on her head, before swinging back into place.

'Er, yeah, the curtain rail's broken…' Rei says a little uneasily. 'It will be fine; just don't move the curtain…'

'Tell me Rei,' Hilary questions as she steps on the bed, issuing a massive creeeak. 'how many things in this apartment are broken or not working to their full capacity?'

Rei looks thoughtful and begins to silently count on his fingers. Hilary's left eye twitches a little. Meanwhile, I've just heard 'YO, REI DAWG!' from the living room and my eye's itching to do a bit of twitching itself…

'Er…the curtain rail, the television, the lock on the bathroom door, the washing machine, the fridge, the oven-'

'The fridge and the oven don't work?!' Enter Tyson.

'No no, they do!...Just, a little…slowly?' Rei finishes sheepishly. 'Look, Mariah said this was the best she could get for the money she had…'

'Tyson, I called this room and us and Kenny.'

'Groovy, I get the single bed!' Yes, Tyson, I believe that was the idea. Something tells me Hil would rather be beside someone who would fit in the gap between the bed and the wall, than someone who would kick and snore and be quite literally pouring over the sides of the wafer-thin mattress. 'Er, Rei there's no pillow…'

'Yeah, you'll have to use the cushions from the sofa..Hilary and Kenny will have to share one.'

'We're here!' Oh look at that, the other three have arrived. Looks like Tyson had to take the lift himself with that bloody suitcase, now taking up the entire floor space in the room. Hilary's definitely going to regret insisting she share a room with Tyson, that's for sure…

-x-

You join us on the beach. Yeah, after we lounged around for a few minutes and some of us changed our clothes, we decided to hit the nearest bus terminal and get down for some sun n' sand (not that we'd really need the beach for that, because the balcony provides us with a lot of both). I'm sat on the edge of a blanket of multi-coloured towels, it would seem, as for some reason everybody except me decided to go for the stupidest one they had in their home. Except Tyson…his has a picture of him on it. He apparently got it made for him. I think it's the creepiest shit ever, personally.

So, we are catching the rays. Tyson's positively drooling over some guy who's walked over to advertise a club, Max is actually listening to what the man is saying, Kenny and Daichi have fallen asleep, and Rei has been complaining endlessly to Hilary for the past few minutes about how annoying Mariah was during their holiday…ending every single complaint with 'but she's actually a really nice girl…'

I sit up and catch the words of the guy who's now handing Tyson a small card. Tyson takes it without altering his gaze from the man's chest…how embarrassing.

'Liquid's open on Tuesdays and Thursdays,' he's saying, 'and this Tuesday we have a foam night!'

'Awesome!' that's got Maxie hooked. But I'm a little hesitant on this idea…

'Erm, no, I mean..I'd rather not…'

'Why not, Kai?' great, that pulled Tyson's attention away. Now everyone's looking at me. Ah fuck, I have to just say it. '…foam irritates my skin.'

What?! You think I want to walk around the rest of my holiday with red bumps over my fine skin? Think again!

'Well, we'll take your card anyway and definitely come another time!' Max beams, snatching the card from Tyson, who doesn't even notice and keeps his hand out in the same position it was in when he took it. The man smiles and walks away.

Tyson snaps out of his trance. 'Oh my god! Did you see that guy?!'

No, Tyson. Of course not. We were all talking to thin air and assumed that's what you were ogling at this whole time too. What a moron.

After a good half-hour wait for the bus which supposedly arrives every ten minutes, we finally reach the apartment again (almost regretfully), and three at a time we take the elevator up to our over-heated hell. I'm beginning to reconsider my grandfather's mansion…

Of course, the first thing Daichi does is run head-long into the sofa bed. But because he weighs so little, the thing doesn't move, whereas when I perch myself on the end of it the whole thing almost topples over. And of course, gravity ensures that the red-head ploughs straight into my back, knocking me promptly to the floor.

Yes…this is going to be just peachy.

Day 2- The day of mass purchase.

After a night of continuously being kicked in the back by the ape I got stuck sharing a bed with, five of us are gathered around the table on the balcony to decide what we're going to be needing for nourishment. My suggestion of 'the bare minimum' seemingly fell on deaf ears, as unfortunately we have Tyson with us. I'm not sure where Max and the monkey are, probably fighting for the shower or something.

Rei has gone into hypo-organization mode and has with him a large note pad and biro pen. He's poised as though refereeing a wrestling match, and the rest of us are just staring at him rather blankly.

'Right,' he begins, taking the lid off the pen. 'the shop's just down the road so we need to discuss what we're buying.'

Tyson opens his mouth to begin his extended list on all the foods in the entire world, but Hilary quickly averts him by slapping her hand across it.

'I thought we could do a day plan,' Rei states, ignoring the skirmish which is taking place on the other side of the table. He begins to draw out a table and write the days of the week at the top and the meal times down the side. 'We'll decide what we'll eat for breakfast, lunch and dinner each day. Then,' he ignores all the space he has left over on the page and tears out more paper. 'Then, we'll write down what evenings we'll be eating out and where we're going,'

He continues to write days of the week and Tyson stares at him blankly, clearly wishing he were amidst the fun fight for the shower but knowing that because this is food, it's something he has to be present for. Hilary looks as though she's desperately trying to keep up and Kenny's remained silent up until now, clearly proud that somebody else is taking the initiative. I don't think I'm far off, because he's got the 'our little Rei is all grown up!' look about him.

As Rei continues to cross out certain squares in his table and mutter to himself 'yes, Thursday will be out…greek restaurant down the road…in for the next lunch…sardines…' and whatever else he's babbling about, a distant thud is heard and the slamming of a door. Following that is several more thuds and Daichi's screeching. I'm assuming this shower fight has been won by the blonde.

'Er, Rei,' Hilary timidly raises her hand. Rei looks up in mid-scrawl. 'Erm, isn't this maybe a little…difficult?' she squeaks. 'Considering, well, we don't know at this point in time when we're going out, and so it will be impossible to decide what we'll eat and when…'

Rei stares at her for a second, before pushing his graph aside and ripping out more paper. 'Yeah, okay. This is easier, we'll just write a list.'

Hilary sinks back in relief and we all breathe a little easier as the other two papers are cast aside.

'How should we do this?' Rei wonders aloud, writing his name on the paper in what looks like a doodle. Narcissistic bastard… 'We could have a list of foods each, and then…no,' he pauses in the middle of my name and scrunches the whole thing up, chucking it over the balcony (I'm not sure if it was an accident or not) and ripping more paper. 'No, we'll just write a general list.'

The other three are now looking over the balcony to see if the paper has hit anybody, but Mother Rei presses on. 'We'll sort it out like this,' he dictates, 'break…' he spells the word breakfast wrong and promptly produces another sheet of paper. 'Breakfast, lunch, dinner and drinks.'

'Rei, stop wasting paper!' Hilary cries, quite aghast.

Rei's not listening, and shoves some of the many sheets out of his way to give him more room to write. Once he's finally written all he wanted in writing so illegible he may as well have left the word 'breakfast' spelt incorrectly, he finally looks up for our opinions.

Tyson opens his mouth again.

'Can I write?' Hilary interrupts.

'No,' Rei shoots her down sharply. 'I want to write.'

'But you can't even-!' Hilary flares up, ready to spit fire at anybody who threatens her identity as the scary and feminine one.

'AHH! DAICHI!!!' And from the sound of it, somebody has discovered that the lock on the bathroom door no longer works.

Tyson breaks the small silence with '…bread?'

Rei nods his head approvingly like a primary school teacher. 'Good,' he says, writing it in the breakfast section. 'Bread and…eggs, would you say?'

'If we're going to have this fucking debate over every item we decide to buy, I'm going to throw myself off the balcony.'

At least my small threat hurries them up. Before long, we have most things sorted, not going too far overboard I'm relieved to see, in case we do decide to go out. Having attempted to locate his paper with the restaurants written on and failed to find it, Rei has torn another and is making a rough estimation of how many times we'll be going out, realistically. There is now paper all over the table and somehow a neat pile has formed in my lap. I absent-mindedly flick through it as we continue with The Great Food Debate, and find several sheets with one word written on them, some with only a scribble, and a stupid drawing of a stick woman in an apron with 'Rei' written over the top, clearly drawn by Tyson. There's also an arrow pointing from the name to the stick drawing, as though one might be confused as to what on that otherwise-blank piece of lined paper could possibly be-

'Watermelon!' That exclamation brings me out of my reverie quite nicely.

Hilary raises an eyebrow, 'Tyson, what the fuck do we need a watermelon for?!'

'I'll eat it!' he insists, 'I love watermelon!'

Hilary, Kenny and I groan but Rei's actually writing it down in the breakfast section. 'Seeing as we're getting fruit,' he suggests, scanning the list, 'I think apples might be a good idea…or bananas?'

'I only eat green ones,' Hilary cuts in, again looking a little nervous and like she's regretted ever opening her mouth. I sort of know what she means; Rei and Tyson are quite scary to deal with when discussing food.

'Oh, gross!' I don't believe it…we've found something you can put in your mouth which Tyson doesn't like…okay, that sounded really dodgy. But honestly, you wouldn't think he of all people would be so picky about banana colour…figures he has to oppose Hilary in this matter.

'Look, we'll get green and I'll have some too,' Rei ignores Tyson's wails of protest and scribbles it down on the paper. The discussion continues for a few minutes on what sort of cereal we'll all want to eat, when Rei's eyes are suddenly torn from the many papers with an exclamation from Max which can only mean trouble.

'EVERYTHING'S SOAKED!'

I massage my temple. I'm never setting foot back in there again, and they can't make me…

-x-

We set out, about two hours ago, from our apartment a mere three blocks away. No lie, literally as soon as we stepped out the door, Hilary somehow located a hand-bag shop. And everything else on the street was closed except for that one handbag shop! Ten minutes we sat outside in the street like a bunch of bums, all so Hilary can parade around a supermarket with her new black designer of pride which she somehow got for seventeen euros. What she now plans to do with her other three bags is beyond me, and she'll probably have to persuade Tyson to give up space in his pink minibus of a suitcase for them. Because apparently, walking through an airport with three bags is fine, but when you have four you just look ridiculous.

I now stand, back to the frozen fish, cooling off a good distance away from everybody else, who are all running around like decapitated poultry trying to read the scribbles which are Rei's I-can't-be-fucked written words. I have only requested two things for our nourishment which hadn't already been stated: vodka and Pringles…yes, Pringles. Those new Pringles selects which everybody raves about because they come in a bloody bag. Why it's such a big deal, I haven't a clue; who really gives a shit if they're in a bag or a tube anyway? Like some maniac who had a fear of tubes sued them and they decided they needed to-

'There you are, Kai!' yes Maxie, well done, you've found me in my well-thought-out hiding place. You deserve a medal, blondie… 'Come on, we've finished.'

Finally.

'Tyson, get over here; we're paying.'

'Okay, lemme just…'

Crash. Silence.

The aisle is now littered with smashed fruit as the idiot himself attempted to stand on the railing to reach the biggest watermelon. Why the fuck are we getting a watermelon again? Well, in any case, Tyson slipped and caused a miniature fruit avalanche, now sitting with a sheepish expression on his face amongst a pool of grapefruit, rear end lodged in half of another watermelon…it's a good look for him, really.

'And the lesson we learned here today is: always wear a helmet when Tyson does…anything.' Very wise, Kenny. And if I didn't have a problem with ridiculous blue helmet-hair, I would probably take your comment more seriously. How stupid would I look with my hair all stuck to my head..? Doesn't bear thinking about.

Tyson has gathered up his watermelon and we're getting in the line to pay, our food taking up more than the entire conveyer belt even when it's all piled on top of itself in a confused heap (Max's futile attempt). As the blonde one stands by like a goal keeper with his arms out either side, ready to catch any of the items falling from the mound, I stand a good three metres away. Unfortunately, Tyson is next to me, with this fucking watermelon which is a great deal bigger than both of our heads together.

'And you really think you're going to eat that entire thing, do you?'

He scoffs, 'Of course! You think this is a waste of money,' he claims, before I can even open my mouth to state exactly that (…bastard knows me too well). 'but I think you should cast your eye over the pile of inedible green bananas we now have all because Hilary doesn't like ripe ones!'

'Hey!' Oh great, I'm in the middle of the battleground. Just me, the opponents, and the watermelon…it's not looking good for my sanity. 'They're not just for me, Rei said he'd have some aswell!'

'Who decided to buy seven bags of Pringles selects?!' Kenny's shrill voice suddenly rings out. Low and behold, there they are. All seven. Like one for each day of the fucking week.

Everyone stares at Tyson who says weakly 'Kai wanted them…' I'm slightly appalled but to my surprise, everyone then nods in understanding and turns the other way! That little runt has been using my request to buy an excessive amount of Pringles selects! …Oh well, I'm not really that bothered. This way I should rightfully get at least two bags for myself.

A few minutes and an exhausted checkout-lady later, and we're all staggering from the supermarket with about six bags each. Something tells me the idiots might have bought too much food…

'Tyson!' Hilary suddenly exclaims, the only one with three bags and all in one hand as she reads the receipt, which uses up about as much paper as Rei's shopping list. 'That bloody watermelon was the most expensive thing we bought!'

-x-

You know what makes being packed into an oven of a metro station surrounded by people speaking a language you don't understand even worse? Being packed in there with the six stooges I was stuck in there with. Yes, that bloody train was about five minutes late, and when every minute counts as sixty individual plots on how to end the lives of my associates it really seems like a bloody eternity. So I had five extra minutes watching Kenny try to keep Max away from the rail tracks, hearing Tyson and Hilary's voices carrying far enough to reach the driver of the bloody train we were waiting for (perhaps this is why he took so long), and trying to ignore Daichi's constant pulling on my arm and asking if we were there yet You wouldn't think it would be difficult to grasp the concept of going nowhere if we aren't moving, but no, apparently this is like rocket science to the monkey.

But finally, the train arrived, with air conditioning ('ZOMG!' was the general reaction). And following that, an entire lifetime of traipsing round the shops in Barcelona, watching everyone around me getting all excited…okay, I got excited once too. But nobody appreciated or joined in with my excitement; they all just stood back and looked a little frightened. But it didn't faze me. I bought my elaborately detailed phoenix earring. Damn right I did. And it's fucking sexy, is what it is.

You'd think getting weighed down by bags would somehow put them off, but no, they're in Barcelona, and they're here to shop dammit! Currently dragging their purchases behind them, they're still desperately struggling on, that manic determination still on their faces despite the overflow of jewellery/comic books/brightly-coloured shirts/socks/miniature kitchen appliances (depending on who we're speaking of here).

And I walk slowly behind, almost feeling their pain in the big struggle which causes passers-by to stare and laugh. Yes, stupid tourists must be quite amusing; if I weren't a part of them I too might laugh. But instead I'm the 'emo-looking one' who's as silly-looking as the rest because I'm wearing black in this heat. Well I refused to buy shorts in any other colour, so what was I supposed to do? Nevertheless, they spare me an odd glance aswell and I keep my eyes on the ground.

This can't possibly go on much longer can it? But alas, we haven't even yet seen the dreaded- oh god there it is!

I try not to allow my eyes to even move as I catch sight of the shine of leather and the shimmer of shiny buckles to my left. Let's just hope nobody else-

'SHOES!'

Oh great, Hilary's seen them.

'No way, where?!?'

Bollocks, so has Tyson. Chances are we'll never leave the store now.

Before I know it, I've been seized by the arm and dragged inside to sit on the trying-on bench and glare at people until the two girls decide they're done. I should probably just pop over to the camping shop opposite and buy a tent, while I'm at it.

Twenty minutes later, and Hilary finally leads us from the shoe store, half-her-spending-money lighter. Tyson follows with a wide grin on his face and that's them satisfied for the rest of the day. Easy.

-x-

After our day of mass purchase on everyone's part, including mine (a badass pair of black leather pants…they shall be my badass pants. I picked them up in the woman's section but nobody seemed to have the guts to correct my 'mistake'), we are finally back in the apartment and preparing ourselves for going out to dinner. Tyson claims to have seen a tapas bar somewhere along the beach yesterday and we're about to trek out to find it. After an oh-so exhausting trip around town, we've decided we can't be fucked to go out clubbing tonight, but Rei was talking about a bar-crawl which always takes place on Tuesday, which sets us up for tomorrow night. We're actually quite fortunate he came here with Mariah first…despite having to endure his constant wining about that damn girl.

Before we went out shopping, Max assisted Rei in making a Greek salad for lunch. They were so proud of it, bless them. I should mention that now most of our ingredients have been used up; I have a feeling they planned out most of their food purchasing with only that salad lunch in mind.

'…and my last birthday, and the time we went to get our hair done together, and the trip to the mall two weeks ago, and the-'

You have joined me in the middle of Hilary having a go at Tyson. No surprises there. They're the first two ready (BIG surprise there), so they're sitting outside with glasses of newly-purchased coke and clearly having a very boring argument. Daichi is swinging from the giant umbrella…I won't ask.

'What are we talking about?' I groan, knowing I can't just sit out there in peace if Hilary's voice is cutting through my silence wall.

'I'm going through everything Tyson's been late for recently,' she responds brightly. Tyson's got his chin on the table with his hands in his hair, as though trying to pull his head off to end the torture.

I shrug, 'Tyson's late with a lot of things. Getting up…understanding jokes…learning things…'

'Hey, I resent that! Ooh, do you think the hot guy from yesterday will be on the beach?' Tyson cries out in one breath. I have to do a double-take to understand how he suddenly switched moods so quickly…it doesn't really help.

'I highly doubt that, Tyson…' Kenny's joined us now, wearing a white loose shirt which matches Hilary's dress…and is probably the same length also.

'Aw, you're no fun…'

'Don't worry Tyson, I'm sure if he is there he'll be highly impressed by your fluorescent orange t-shirt and green shorts,' Hilary's voice drips with sarcasm but it seems her comment's flown right over Tyson's head. I personally think she's trying to get him to change his clothes; and it's understandable, I'd be embarrassed too if I was her. Especially as everyone who sees us gets the first impression that they're a couple. Poor Hil…

'Okay, let's go!' Finally, Rei has finished his time-consuming task of blow-drying his unnecessary waterfall of hair. Ducking as Daichi flies over my head, I step over the threshold and lock the barred door to the balcony after the others have joined us. Time for a night of searching for cultural food…we're doomed.

Having hopped back on the air-conditioned metro train of heaven, it's been about twenty minutes and we can't find this bloody tapas bar anywhere. And Tyson has chosen this moment specifically to become a fussy eater. I'd say I just don't think he's hungry, but that's not physically possible. I think he's just doing it to spite Hilary, who's about ready to throw down her new bag and stamp her feet, which are now bare as she's removed her skimpy five-inch heeled sandals.

'Tyson will you give it up already, I'm hungry!!' That wasn't Hilary actually, that was the red-head currently hanging from poor Rei's shoulders. It seems everybody's getting famished, but Tyson's stubbornness can apparently carry him beyond regular beach cafés. And so, we traipse on…

'I shotgun the shower when we get back,' Hilary breaks the long silence with mild exhaustion.

'You can't shotgun it until you see it,' Max returns, sounding about as bored as I feel.

She flicks a hand absent-mindedly ahead to her right, 'I see one over there,'

'Well you can be the first to use that fucking shower, then.'

Following that is the Kai's-pissed-off-let's-just-stop-talking silence…hmm, I like that silence. That silence should happen more often.

Twenty more minutes of walking in circles pass, until…

'FUCK IT! I'm hungry! Beach café over there, let's go!'

I suppose that bloody tapas bar was never meant to be found. Either that or Tyson did something stupid like mistake a regular restaurant for it, or see it in a different area, or a different country or something. You never know with him.

-x-

Nobody really bothered to argue when we got back to the apartment, having reached our floor in three shifts, and Hilary was allowed to charge into the bathroom before anybody could try and get there first. Not that anybody would have bothered. Except maybe Daichi…just to piss her off.

I fall back against the rock-hard sofa/my bed and close my eyes, listening to the calming breeze from outside the barred doors gently infused with the thumping bass of some Britney Spears song from Max's ipod which is enough to give my heart a separate beat. It's harmonious, believe me.

How they've found the energy is beyond me, but I now bear witness to the booty-shaking extravaganza that is Max and Tyson getting ready for bed. Neither of whom can actually dance to save their lives. I'd give them some much-needed competition, but I'm just too cool for that…and right now too tired. It's been a long and torturous day.

Hilary emerges in a towel to ask for a hairdryer. If you ask me, she's become waayy too comfortable around us over the years. Rei dashes in the bathroom after her in quite a suspicious hurry, and I suspect the chilli burger he ordered is finally catching up with him. Kenny has already retired for bed, claiming he's not feeling very well. Max and Tyson have temporarily put an end to their performance as Max searches his playlists for another song. I am left temporarily in peace, as Hilary's taking the hairdryer into her room...hm, good luck sleeping with that, Kenny.

'Ah, yeah!' Max has found a new song, and we all wait with baited breath…

'Jump on it'. Oh god, kill me now. The awful thing is, I just know Tyson has that bloody beach guy on his mind when he dances and sings to this…

As the duo launch into their highly energetic dance, I'm prepared to fully instigate Strictly-Come-Murdering, but the primate beside me has decided he too needs his beauty sleep (took him long enough..). Balling his hands into fists, he lets out a horrendous screeching noise and begins to pound on the single cushion he sleeps on. In the background the hairdryer blazes from the other room, and it's almost impossible to hear the music above the unbearable bass. And yet, Max and Tyson continue to dance as though nothing is wrong.

I've had enough. Standing without a word, as I usually do in similar situations, I simply walk over and turn it off. Instantly, the dancing, the yelling, the bass, it all stops. A second later the hairdryer does too, and we're all plunged into temporarily blissful silence.

Until…

'Er, guys…the toilet's broken!'

Fuck. My. Life.

(A/N): You know what's ironic? The summary suggests that they're basically taking a vacation from basically doing nothing over-complicated but living their normal lives. Well, in a way, that's what I'm doing. I really need to finish Love on the Catwalk, which was a vacation fic in itself…and now it's like I'm taking a vacation from my vacation with this one! But don't worry, I'll finish that fic before I write any more of this, I swear.

So yeah, this is a small experiment…well, no, actually, Twenty One was a small experiment. But I got encouraged from it so this came out :D Comedies are brilliant; there should be more of them! This is probably the least eventful chapter…so uneventful I had to put two days in it :P the rest of them are all one day/night per chapter.

For some reason, Word has capitalized the p in Pringles…I'm not too sure why, but I couldn't be assed to change it.

In the future we have continuous appearances from the watermelon, and our next chapter is in Maxie's POV! Review, and you can see it :D!