Cry
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade. I own my twisted ideas tho! This is a kind of Max/Mariam fic.
I stared down at my feet. I could just catch the hint of anger on his face when I glanced up for a second. I mumbled silently that I was sorry. He knew what I said. I know he did.
"GET A LIFE!" He snapped at me. He slapped me on the cheek hard. "Get over this, Max. You are not my friend anymore!"
I shuddered as unwanted tears slipped down my cheek. All I had done was gone to my mom's team. I couldn't handle being around here so I up and left. He shunned me ever since. "Tyson…" I mumbled as my hand came to rest on my now-swollen cheek. "I'm sorry…but I had to get away from this…it hurts…" Tears slid more rapidly down my pale face. "I'm sorry…"
He walked up to me and grabbed my shirt roughly. "Well too damn bad!" Tyson seethed, throwing me into the ground harshly. "Get outta my sight, Max. Forever…" He turned to glare into my drowning blue eyes. "Don't ever think of me as a friend."
"Tyson…" I mumbled as I watched him leave.
Get over this, MaxI frowned as that made me cry more. I would never get over this.
(A year before)
I looked up to see Mariam wave and smile. "MAX!" I smiled at hearing my girlfriend's voice calling my name. I watched her run across the street to me. Except…she never made it. I had to watch as a car slammed into her body.
"MARIAM!" I leapt up and ran over to her broken body. Tears cascaded down my face as her green eyes opened.
"Max…" her faint voice mumbled. Tears of pain welled up in her eyes. "I'm sorry…" She limply hugged me before she fell onto me softly. "Max…" I heard her gasp once, before she went completely silent.
The next thing I knew was I was being carried away by a police officer. I struggled, wanting to stay with her body. He held me tightly. "MARIAM! COME BACK!" My lonely, sorrow-filled scream could make the one who heard it cry. "MARIAM!"
"Max?" The quiet, familiar voice filled my ears. "I turned to meet a boy with the same green eyes in my memories. "Are you ok?" His voice was hollow and full of sorrow.
"Yes…" I mumbled, hugging the boy suddenly. "Are you, Joseph?" The boy sobbed into my chest as memories of the same day I have went through his weakened mind. I softly slid my hands through his green hair. "It's ok to cry, Joseph…"
Joseph gripped my shirt as harsh sobs came out of his dry throat. "I know…I know…"he mumbled repeatedly as he cried into me.
I couldn't stop the tears that threatened to overcome me. I shuddered slightly. Joseph hugged me back as I, too, started to sob into him. We cried in pain for the very same person. My lover and his sister.
"Max?" We had both stopped crying. "Could I stay at your house…home reminds me too much of her…" He was embarrassed at what he had said, but meant every word of it. I felt the same.
"Ya…you can…" My voice came out hoarse from the rawness my throat became. I helped him get up and we walked to my house. Both in silence for the pain as we remembered memories with her smiling face.
OK OK! Don't even tell me. I know it sux!
