AB: HEY!! I came up with this idea in science class, my science teacher has poems up on the wall, and I thought it would fit perfectly!

I don't own beyblade! DAMN!!

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Mariah kicked a stone across the cement. It was raining hard. She sat down on a bench, and saw a piece of paper. She bent down and picked it up. It was a poem.

We could be friends,

Like friends are suppose to be.

You picking up the phone,

Calling me, To come over and play,

Or take a walk,

Finding a place,

To sit and talk.

Or goof around,

Like friends do.

Me picking up the phone,

And calling you.

By: Ray

P.S: Mariah, if you find this, I hope you do, I'll always love you, like a brother would. Even not by blood.

Tears stung her eyes, blinding her, not tears of sadness, not of loneliness, but of promise, and happiness. She walked off, smiling. A boy watch her walk off, he turned the oppisite way, knowing that she wouldn't be sad again, because of him.

AB: So? I know, no Ray/Mariah romance, I don't like it that way! I like Me/Ray! Yah! Ask anyone on my friends list on my bio! They'll tell you just how much! Later Dayz! AB