This is short, pointless, and stupid. It was supposed sad and everything but it didn't turn out like that. Oh and I hope this isn't too late for the YuBo Wave 3.
Blah, blah, blah was all the he heard. Most thought Tala was a narcissist and they weren't wrong. It was always about him, always his problems that got any attention, always his needs and wants before anyone else including Bryan, who own lover.
Bryan wasn't sure why exactly he put up with his lover's rants and self-centered ways or why he went out of his way to make Tala happy with the said male never did anything for him. Well, that wasn't all true. There had been a few times when Tala had surprised him with a present or some brunt food (he could not bring himself to hurt his lover feelings), and once had even brought home a puppy which was more of for Tala then Bryan which Spencer had quickly kicked out the door.
"And get a load of this," Tala snarled, his hands crushing the Beyblade magazine in his hands, "they insulted my hair. Screw those, idiots. What the hell do they know about fashion, anyway?"
Bryan shook his head, flipping the channels again. He definitely was going to hear about that for the next few days. If there was one thing Tala hated, it was people talking trash about his hair, the pride and joy of his.
"What the hell!" Tala snapped. Bryan bit back a groan as Tala stood and threw the magazine across the room as hard as he could. "Stupid morons! They complain and complain that we are 'inhuman', yet when we finally do something 'human', they criticize us."
Bryan watched as the male stormed out of the room, returning moments later with the phone. Bryan already knew who the angry redhead was calling and wondered what had exactly pissed his lover off that much. Usually Tala would rant and rave and then clam down after a few hours alone with his lover, but he would never call the magazine people.
"Yes, hello?" Tala hissed into the phone. "I would like to talk to Mr. Alfred Kozlowski about something….No, I want to talk to him now…..don't make me come down there and knock the hell out of you! Yes, this is Tala Ivanov and no, I could care less for your damn daughter…..fine I'll give you're a damn autograph if you put me through!"
Bryan amused eyes followed Tala as the redhead stalked the room who made sure to stomped on the magazine every time he walked on in. Again, Bryan didn't know why he loved the male so much but he did and more so then he had ever thought he would for anyone.
"Mr. Alfred Kozlowski?" Tala asked innocently. Bryan smirked as he knew the man was in a lot of hell now. Tala always sounded innocent and naïve when he was about to give someone a ear full. Calmly, Tala nodded and said, "Yes, I'm Tala and I have a problem with what you wrote.
"Insulting my hair is one thing," Tala suddenly hissed through clenched teeth, "but don't you ever, ever talk about my boyfriend like that again. You don't screw him, you don't get screwed by him and you sure the hell don't know him, so if I ever hear you say he could never love anyone, even himself…..he does love me and I know for reasons that are none of your business, now goodbye!"
Tala threw the phone. It hit the wall and fell to the floor with only wires keeping the two pieces stuck together. Bryan raised an eyebrow, a soft smirk playing his lips. Tala plopped down on the couch beside him, leaning into the lean chest.
"That is what pissed you off," Bryan asked. "Hm…..well, maybe I should calm you down, what do you say?"
"I say," Tala answered, a mischievous glint in his eyes, "I'll grab the whip cream."
Bryan wasn't sure why he loved the redhead but then, what did it matter. He loves Tala, Tala loves him (in his own little ways), and they were happy together. That was all that mattered.
Well, it's not much but it has been awhile since I did this pairing.
R&R?
