This story was inspired by the cover art and a conversation I had with Little A Granger. If anyone wants to add their own chapter to this story you can send me or Granger a PM! This story is co-written with Little A Granger.

Enjoy the chapter!

Amanda ran her fingers through her long dark hair and stared at the blank page in misery. What would Kai say? She guessed she could go through the beyblade episodes and memorized his speech pattern, but that would take forever. This was ridiculous! She was only on chapter 2! She cannot be this stuck already. "Ugh, I wish I had one of the Beyblade characters to help me write this!"

Poof!

From out of thin air, a small pink cloud appeared and dropped something small onto her bed.

"Woah, I'm dizzy! Hey wait, where am I?"

The dark haired woman stared at the creature with disbelief. "Max?"

"Oh great, not this again!"

Amanda blinked. This couldn't be real. Sitting on her bed was Mate Tate, who was roughly 7 inches tall, dressed in his G-revolutions clothing. "Ok, the lack of sleep has finally gotten to me, I've officially gone nuts."

Max sighed. "No, this is real. Tell me, did you make some sort of wish that one of us would come and help you?"

"Yeah...why?"

"Thought so. Every once in awhile this happens and one of us gets summoned to one of our fan's houses to help them with a story or some fan-art. We didn't believe Tyson the first time it happened, then it happened to Ray. Just making sure...you're not going to try raping me in my sleep or try to dissect me, right?"

"Hell no. I already got one kid, I don't want another and you're less than a foot tall. That's just plain wrong."

The blonde breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank God, I got a sane one!" He looked at the woman with a bright smile, "So what can I help you with?"

"I'm working on a story that will get Kai and Tyson together in the end, but I'm kinda stuck on the dialogue. You've been around both of them for years, got any ideas?"

"Maybe. May I see what you've written so far?"

"Depends...how fluent are you in chicken scratch?"
The male laughed. "I invented it!" He climbed over the blankets and sat on the woman's leg and started reading, soon though his face turned pink. "I DID NOT want to read what my friend does in his shower!"

"Oh c'mon, you can't tell me that you have never done it."

His blush deepened. "That's none of your business!"

"Exactly, so zip it unless you want to be the new subject of the story?"

His blue eyes widened and he shook his head furiously and resumed reading. "Awww that's so sweet. Knowing Kai, he would probably call Tyson a baby and Tyson would start acting like one just to get on his nerves."

"Damn, that's helpful. I feel like I should give you a treat or something."

"Well, I do like M&Ms..."

Hours passed and Amanda placed her last period and stretched. "There. That's enough for the day. So you can poof back now."

"It doesn't work like that."

"What do you mean it doesn't work like that?"

"I'm stuck here until whatever power that brought me, decides to take me back."

"So I can't just wish you away?"

"Nope."

Ping!

Amanda reached over to her Ipad to see a message from her friend Ann. /Ugh! It's so bratty, I want to kill it!/

Concerned, she messaged back, /What is?/

/Ducking mini-Kai is telling me how to write my damn story!/

The woman froze and looked over at her little house guest who was munching on an M&M. /Oh no, not you too!/

Btw, no, that's not a typo. Autocorrect always replaces 'Fucking' with 'Ducking' so Ann and I gave up and just went with it. Oh and ducks are fucks now.

I hope you enjoyed this little story, please leave a review. Little A Granger will be writing the next chapter! ~RPS