Hiya!! Yep, another story. Strange, how much inspiration I seem to be getting these days…Anyway I've actually had this story in my mind for –pauses– a long time now…I just haven't written it up until now…

Summary: Oliver, Enrique and Cassie (OC) centered.

Inspiration: This fic was actually inspired by some msn convos me and a friend, BOE4eva had a while ago. Okay, a long time ago. T'was fun.

Dedication: To Cass (BOE) for inspiring over half these ideas, and for getting me interested in the Majestics (Olli and Enrique in particular)

Warnings: Extreme stupidity in some cases, possible cussing on Enrique's part

Pairings: Undecided, if any at all

Disclaimer: I don't own beyblade, and I don't own some of these ideas either, some of them belong to Cassieness

Btw. The OC in this is basically BOE…not that it matters but yeah

Enjoy!!

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Oliver's POV:

I woke up to the sound of chirping birds, sweet-smelling roses, clean air all around me, and me in my plush violet bed. Well, you know me. I like my comfort. I thought the day would be so perfect and great, and I thought everyone would be friends, all living happily together, with a fairytale ending, all living happily ever after.

One moment. Rewind.

That was my dream. That was how I WISH my morning had started.

No. Instead, my morning had begun with the less-than-melodious sound of Enrique screaming about something or other…again. And that, of course, brought to my sharp, clever, extremely witty mind, only one culprit:

"CASSIE!!!!!" I couldn't help but shrilly scream.

Said culprit just giggled evilly when I questioned her about the blonde's screams of terror and …pain? I quickly dashed off to check on said blonde…only to find him naked, very irate, in the shower, and covered with porridge. I just sighed, and called Cassie. "……Cassie……do you happen to have any idea why Enrique is covered in porridge…instead of water, which is what normally comes out of a showerhead?"

"…Erm…no…not at all, Oliver…I just woke up…" Which I suppose, I couldn't doubt, since she had just gotten out of bed… (A/N: haha our cute widdle Oliver is sooooo naïve! Of course she'd gotten back into bed after being naughty!!) "And so I suppose you wouldn't know why the porridge was BOILING PORRIDGE, either, huh Cassie?" I further probed with my incredibly smart Sherlock Holmes detective skills.

"Nope!" she just smiled. "But if you like, I could fix the shower for you, Enrique-poo!" Cassie smiled. Enrique gulped, audibly. But I, the ever-gracious, and giving gentleman, told her to go right ahead. "It's so nice of you, Cassie, that you want to help Enrique! Go right ahead!" I clapped and waltzed out of the bathroom down into the kitchen.

Normal POV

In the meanwhile…our little naughty devil, Cassie, went up to the roof, where the shower plumbing was located. She located the pipes to Enrique's bathroom (A/N: I have no clue why the plumbing is on the roof but it's called a fanfiction for a reason) and quickly found the hot water pipe. Giggling evilly, she cranked it up all the way, listening carefully as another piercing scream echoed into the entire house. Contrary to what people said, it wasn't Oliver, it was really Enrique who was the girly-girl. Giggling again, Cassieness turned the pipe to the side marked COLD. "Hehehe…" she quietly laughed, as a strangled yelp came floating down the stairs. Then she, taking pity on Enrique, decides to tune the water back to normal so he can finish prissy-ing up. (A/N: I know…it's not a word…) Thinking, "It's a miracle Oliver didn't hear any of that…" she muses "and that I'm not grounded for life…" she mumbles under her breath. She begins to walk down the stairs when she hears a starteled, muffled curse from Enrique's bathroom. "Oops!" she smiles brightly. "I guess I forgot to tell him about the toothpaste-shaving cream switch…" Still laughing maniacally she goes downstairs to fill her bowl with cereal. A few minutes later, Enrique appears, glaring daggers at Cassie. "YOUUUUUUU!!" He howled, pointing the finger of blame at her. "I know it!! You were to blame about everything!! It was all your fault!!" He ranted, crying.

Cassie blinked, nonplussed. "Umm…what happened…?" "Don't act like you don't know!" Enrique continued. "My hair! My poor, beautiful, blonde hair!!" He wailed theatrically. "Umm…" Cassie tried to stifle her laughter but failed miserably as she burst out laughing at the sight of Enrique's hair. What had once been blonde hair, was now a dirty blonde, stained with porridge. Some of it was even coloured brown. (A/N: I don't know how that's possible either but…) "Argh!!" Enrique yelled. "Just you wait, little miss trickster. I will pay you back for everything you ever did to me!!" he ranted, as he stormed out of the kitchen and out of the house. Cassie just sat there laughing maniacally until she pulled out a chalkboard and a piece of chalk out of seemingly nowhere. She chalked a '1' under her name and a '0' under Enrique's name. "Hehehehehe…" And with all the chaos going on in the house, poor Oliver was nowhere to be seen.

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I Ish done-ness with chapter one!! Well, please tell me how you liked, or if you liked at all! It really doesn't have too much of a plot, it's just meant to be funny pranks and all bwah. I ish sorry for all the in-fic author's notes…I know there were lots…

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Cute Oliver plushies!! That can cook, and talk, and walk, and clean up messes…and yeah, stuff

Thanks for reading!!