Me: I hope you like this stort as much as I liked writin it….. ENJOY!
Tyson: She doesn't own Beyblades...
Love is for the weak
"Tyson!" cried a strawberry blonde boy (why do they call it strawberry blonde?) "Yeh, Max, what's up?" replied a Midnight blue haired boy.
Tyson's POV
"Well, everyone was wondering where you were, cause you missed training, and everyone knows how much Kai doesn't appreciate one of us not turning up. He nearly walked right out of training cause he was so pissed off, just to find you." The blonde explained. "Whatever, Max." was all that came as a response from the usually happy boy, who now seemed to be quite upset about something.
"Is something wrong, Tyson? You would have started running a mile by now." "Nothing that you could help me with Max." came the sober response.
I just don't understand. Why do I always worry about what he says? Why do I always try my hardest, not for me, not for my team, but for HIM……
"Tyson, we've been best friends for nearly 4 years now. Don't tell me that you don't trust me enough to understand about your problem?" "Well, Maxie, you see…… never mind."
"Tell me."
"No."
"Tell me."
"No!"
"TELL ME!"
"NO!"
"But why not?" "Because you wouldn't understand……"
I wish I could explain how I feel to someone, I really do. But how can you explain how you feel to someone if you don't even know how you feel yourself……
Then, the midnight blue haired boy walked away, towards the park's large lake.
Kai……
Me: How was it?
Kai: Crap, as usual...
Me: Hey! At least I haven't put you in a tutu... yet.
Kai: What's THAT supposed to mean?
Me: You'll see...
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