Chapter One: Pluto/Madoka
Dear Diary
Today, Pluto and I worked on fixing beys (I still can't believe he's good now) and we had so much fun together. He knows so much about beyblades; I kinda thought I was the only teenage mechanic out there. Most people would think that being a mechanic was boring, but somehow, we don't think so. I'm absolutely sure that I love him, ya follow? He's just so…nice and mysterious in a way. A supercute way. But I have no idea how to tell him and what if he doesn't feel the same way. That would be… embarrassing and heartbreaking. Maybe Hikaru would know what to do.
Until later,
Madoka
Madoka finished her diary entry, bookmarked and closed her book and stretched. It was getting late and her warm, comfy bed was calling her name. There was always tomorrow to consult her best friend about her dilemma. She yawned and ascended the steps to her room in the B-Pit.
The next day, Pluto paid another visit. As soon as he saw the blue- eyed brunette staring at him, something about his demeanour changed.
"Hey, Madoka," He mumbled.
"H-Hi, Pluto," She stuttered, fidgeting with her clothes.
After a bit of awkwardness, they both settled down to work.
While Madoka went into the storage room for a wrench, Pluto observed a colourful notebook on the counter. Thinking it was just for inventory purposes, he flipped it open to the bookmarked page to update it. It was not for inventory purposes. He blushed very, very hard when he had finished reading Madoka's diary entry. The mentioned girl walked in, dropping the wrench in shock when she noticed Pluto's new reading material. He returned the stare. This continued for a while.
"Madoka," Pluto spoke, moving closer to her, "I do feel the same way,"
"Really," She whispered becoming nervous at the close proximity.
"Yes, really," He replied, gently cupping her cheek and kissing her on the lips as they both melted into each other.