Disclaimer: I DO NOT own Beyblade, just Julie.
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I sat there, watching them for as long as I could remember. I was waiting for my friends to show up for at least half an hour, and so far. There was no sign of them.
I looked at my watch. It was getting late, and my cousin's plane should be landing soon. I promised I would be home to meet him. And I couldn't wait to see his friends again!
Still, something compelled me to watch these kids, they were Beyblading. A sport I was familiar with, and liked to play. From time to time. But it didn't rule my life, unlike it seemed to with these kids. And as far as I could tell, they were no amatuers.
I was listening to Linkin Park through my headphones, and I don't think the noticed me. I continued to sit on the tree branch and watched them, they must have noticed me staring because they fell silent and one of them pointed to me. I couldn't here what they were saying though, I had my headphones on too loud.
I pretended not to look. Even though I kinda wished they would talk to me. I felt kinda lonely ever since the summer holidays, most of my friends going away and no decent Beybladers to battle against. I looked again, one of them was walking over to me. He waved a hand in front of my face and I took off my headphones.
He had blue eyes and blue maybe grey hair that was jammed under a cap. He had blue shorts and a bright yellow T-shirt tucked into the shorts. He had put on a red jacket over the yellow T-shirt.
"Hey, you wanna join in?" He asked. He shoot a indicative thumb over to a kid behind him. "Max is no challenge anymore."
"Hey!" The guy who was called Max shouted. He had pale blue eyes against pale, slightly freckled skin. His blonde hair sticking up everywhere! He had a lime green T-shirt on, with bright orange dungarees over the top.
I stared at him blankly for a few moments. "Sorry, I though you played." The boy said, he seemed kinda embarrassed, and started blushing.
"Oh, you mean Blading?" I asked, I smiled. "Yeah, I play." I said, taking black and silver Beyblade out of my pockets. The kid's face seemed to light up.
"Great!" He said as he drew a white colour Beyblade out of his pocket.
By now, three other kids had surrounded me and were staring at me. The first one had amber eyes. He had long black hair, most of it wrapped up in a long piece of white cloth at the back, secured with a red band at the end. His fringe was sticking over the top of a red head band with the Ying-Yang symbol on it. He was wearing traditional Chinese clothing, a blue T-shirt and trousers underneath with a white over-coat, with had a red belt round his waist.
The other guy was really small, smaller than my friend, and she was really small. He had glasses perched on top of short, brown hair, which covered his eyes.He was wearing maroon shorts and a white shirt, with a green tie. He was also carrying a small laptop.
The final guy, was the tallest, and looked the oldest. He had cold brown eyes. His hair was spiked up, the lighter blue part looking wild, but still cool, the second, darker blue, in a much neater postion a the back of his head. He had two blue triangles on each cheek, finishing of his cold look. His outfit a plain black tank top, and baggy blue trousers, held up with a silver belt. And a long white scarf, which was tied at the back of his neck.
I was so absorbed in his, I mean, the groups appearance, that I barley noticed how late it was, my cousin was going to kill me!
"Actually," I said, glancing at my watch. "I better get going, my cousin should be back soon and his friends so I err…"
The boy's face dropped. "Well, okay." He said. "Maybe we can battle some other time…" He trailed off.
I raised my eyebrow. "What say we meet here, about four tomorrow then?" I said. "I'll battle you then."
He smiled, "Okay. By the way. Name's Tyson."
"Julie." I said.
"Max." The kid with the blonde hair said, grinning.
"Ray." The Chinese kid said.
"Kenny." The kid with the laptop piped up.
"Kai." The silent kid said, offering me a hand. I took it, a little uncertainly.
"Pleased to meet you all." I said. "Do you mind if my cousin tags along to our little match? I promised I would take him around the city." I asked.
"I don't mind. Can he blade?" Tyson asked.
"Yeah, very good at it in fact." I said. "Well, I really should be going now." I waved goodbye to the group then made my way back home. He was going to kill me!!!
I ran down the street, I wish I'd have taken my bike. It was really late now, and I was begging to wonder why my friends didn't show up.
I turned into my court. I pushed open the front door of my house. My parents were in, I could hear their voices, I wondered into the living room. And was greeted by a familiar face.
"Robert."
***
I sat there, watching them for as long as I could remember. I was waiting for my friends to show up for at least half an hour, and so far. There was no sign of them.
I looked at my watch. It was getting late, and my cousin's plane should be landing soon. I promised I would be home to meet him. And I couldn't wait to see his friends again!
Still, something compelled me to watch these kids, they were Beyblading. A sport I was familiar with, and liked to play. From time to time. But it didn't rule my life, unlike it seemed to with these kids. And as far as I could tell, they were no amatuers.
I was listening to Linkin Park through my headphones, and I don't think the noticed me. I continued to sit on the tree branch and watched them, they must have noticed me staring because they fell silent and one of them pointed to me. I couldn't here what they were saying though, I had my headphones on too loud.
I pretended not to look. Even though I kinda wished they would talk to me. I felt kinda lonely ever since the summer holidays, most of my friends going away and no decent Beybladers to battle against. I looked again, one of them was walking over to me. He waved a hand in front of my face and I took off my headphones.
He had blue eyes and blue maybe grey hair that was jammed under a cap. He had blue shorts and a bright yellow T-shirt tucked into the shorts. He had put on a red jacket over the yellow T-shirt.
"Hey, you wanna join in?" He asked. He shoot a indicative thumb over to a kid behind him. "Max is no challenge anymore."
"Hey!" The guy who was called Max shouted. He had pale blue eyes against pale, slightly freckled skin. His blonde hair sticking up everywhere! He had a lime green T-shirt on, with bright orange dungarees over the top.
I stared at him blankly for a few moments. "Sorry, I though you played." The boy said, he seemed kinda embarrassed, and started blushing.
"Oh, you mean Blading?" I asked, I smiled. "Yeah, I play." I said, taking black and silver Beyblade out of my pockets. The kid's face seemed to light up.
"Great!" He said as he drew a white colour Beyblade out of his pocket.
By now, three other kids had surrounded me and were staring at me. The first one had amber eyes. He had long black hair, most of it wrapped up in a long piece of white cloth at the back, secured with a red band at the end. His fringe was sticking over the top of a red head band with the Ying-Yang symbol on it. He was wearing traditional Chinese clothing, a blue T-shirt and trousers underneath with a white over-coat, with had a red belt round his waist.
The other guy was really small, smaller than my friend, and she was really small. He had glasses perched on top of short, brown hair, which covered his eyes.He was wearing maroon shorts and a white shirt, with a green tie. He was also carrying a small laptop.
The final guy, was the tallest, and looked the oldest. He had cold brown eyes. His hair was spiked up, the lighter blue part looking wild, but still cool, the second, darker blue, in a much neater postion a the back of his head. He had two blue triangles on each cheek, finishing of his cold look. His outfit a plain black tank top, and baggy blue trousers, held up with a silver belt. And a long white scarf, which was tied at the back of his neck.
I was so absorbed in his, I mean, the groups appearance, that I barley noticed how late it was, my cousin was going to kill me!
"Actually," I said, glancing at my watch. "I better get going, my cousin should be back soon and his friends so I err…"
The boy's face dropped. "Well, okay." He said. "Maybe we can battle some other time…" He trailed off.
I raised my eyebrow. "What say we meet here, about four tomorrow then?" I said. "I'll battle you then."
He smiled, "Okay. By the way. Name's Tyson."
"Julie." I said.
"Max." The kid with the blonde hair said, grinning.
"Ray." The Chinese kid said.
"Kenny." The kid with the laptop piped up.
"Kai." The silent kid said, offering me a hand. I took it, a little uncertainly.
"Pleased to meet you all." I said. "Do you mind if my cousin tags along to our little match? I promised I would take him around the city." I asked.
"I don't mind. Can he blade?" Tyson asked.
"Yeah, very good at it in fact." I said. "Well, I really should be going now." I waved goodbye to the group then made my way back home. He was going to kill me!!!
I ran down the street, I wish I'd have taken my bike. It was really late now, and I was begging to wonder why my friends didn't show up.
I turned into my court. I pushed open the front door of my house. My parents were in, I could hear their voices, I wondered into the living room. And was greeted by a familiar face.
"Robert."