Rating: K+
Genre: Humour/Friendship
Summary: UNDER CONSTRUCTION.
Warnings: yaoi, language, and quite a bit of OOCness.
Disclaimer: don't own beyblade or any recognisable characters.
(A/N): I'm sorry it's been so long since anything was put up. And I'm especially sorry that Do Svidanya couldn't be updated in February! But I swear, I'm on that next chapter before anything else! I just had to get this up first…
Chapter's a little disappointing, and not as funny as I'd have liked…but still, hopefully you'll find something mildly amusing in it! It's also the longest one, I'm pretty certain.
Also I don't think I made this clear enough in the first chapter: in this story the beyblade series never happened. This lot are just friends for some other reason, they're not a team.
And it's in Maxie's POV :D Enjoy!
La Isla Bonita
By StZen
Day 3- The day of sight-seeing
Ahh, what a beautiful day. As you would really expect in Barcelona in the summer. The sun is shining, the red-heads are burning, and I'm the first one awake. And we all know what that means…
Yes indeed! I can be the first to declare all-out war on the occupants of Tyson's room! TARANAMO!
I burst through my door, probably waking Rei with the amount of noise I'm making, and skid round the corner. Of course, I was expecting to be met with a door, but instead my foot is met with Kenny's suitcase.
Smack!
That would be my face. It's now been well acquainted with the floor. I don't believe we'd met before, though it's beginning quite the relationship with Tyson.
'Max, what are you doing?' Thanks for your concern, Hilary. Don't mind me, I'm just dandy down here. In fact, thinking about it, it's probably a good thing the door wasn't closed…
'My face! Ahh!' I groan, finally feeling the pain. Man, that really smarts…
'Where are we going today?' Tyson asks sleepily, attempting to roll over but getting caught in the thin sheet and rolling off the edge, smacking his head against the wardrobe. This is not our day! 'Ah fuck, my head!'
'Guys!' Rei bursts in wearing an eye-mask (definitely a good thing the door wasn't closed), 'Why is it so dark in here? Guys, help me! I can't see! Oh shit!' he too trips over Kenny's suitcase and lands right on top of me.
'OWW!'
At that moment Daichi charges in with a baseball bat I didn't even know he had. 'What's going on, why's everyone yell- AH!' He trips over Tyson and flies into the glass door, moving the unmovable curtain and causing the entire rail to fall with a crash, narrowly missing his head.
Kenny sits up beside Hilary, rubbing his eyes, 'What are you all doing on the floor?'
Well…that was a very eventful way to begin the morning. And a painful one too.
Hilary reaches over and takes Rei's eye-mask off, while Kenny helps to untangle Tyson from the sheets. Both stand up and walk off indignantly like nothing happened, Tyson heading towards the bathroom and Rei towards the living room. I finally peel my face up from the floor and, rubbing it furiously, begin to leave the room feeling a little foolish having started that whole thing.
'You guys don't close your door?'
This was probably the wrong thing to say, because Hilary's face contorts into a huge frown, 'It's broken,' she says through her teeth. I have to laugh. Then, of course, I have to leave. So I go to get dressed and then head out to the balcony.
'…But she's actually a really nice girl…'
Oh god, on second thoughts I'll just stay inside. Kai already looks as though he's plotting ways to kill Rei and make it look like an accident; I don't want to be the one stuck out there listening to him talk about Mariah endlessly.
'Max,' Kenny approaches me, brandishing a map in my face. 'We've decided today will be our sightseeing day. We'll take a tour bus so we can get everything done at once. This, obviously, was Tyson's suggestion. I'd have loved to spend days on end gazing at the cultural wonders of-'
'Bacon!' Tyson cries out from the kitchen.
No. Freakin'. Way. 'We bought bacon yesterday?!' I exclaim happily, bounding past poor Kenny and diving into the kitchen.
God bless the person who decided to buy this pork of paradise! Hm…I think I'm spending a little too much time around Tyson these days.
-x-
About an hour and a half later we're actually ready to go. Unfortunately for some of us (ie, all except Hilary I-Want-A-Tan Tatibana), today is a lot hotter than yesterday. Soo, I'm definitely going to be shrivelled by this evening, and probably peeling by tomorrow.
'Alright, let's go!' Rei dictates a military fashion, standing at the door. 'It's eleven hundred hours.'
'We have to walk around Barcelona for eleven hundred hours?!' God, Tyson, we wouldn't do that to you; we know how exhausted you'd be after only fifteen minutes!
'We're not walking, Ty, we're taking a tour bus!' I think I sounded a little bit too excited, because with every second Rei's grin gets wider, Kai's frown becomes more dangerous. But still, I love those things! They have no roofs! No roofs!
We all stand in a line by the door. I'm not too sure why we're in a line; probably something to do with Military Rei here. I'm in the middle of a mock salute when Hilary, who's finally joined us, notices what Tyson's wearing.
'Tyson, you can't go out in just that!'
Low and behold, she's actually picked up on something. Tyson is standing here beside me in a massive yellow t-shirt which reaches his knees. And as far as I can tell, that's all he's wearing. There could be briefs underneath, but you never know with Tyson. I glance down at his attire and laugh a little as though I've only just noticed it…which I have, but shh.
'Yeah Ty, go put on some shorts or something.'
'No guys, come on, we're in Barcelona!' Thanks for pointing that out Ty, but it doesn't really help your argument to tell us where we are currently located. Though I guess I should congratulate him for actually knowing.
'No more delays!' Rei snaps. We all jump to attention and I actually do a real salute this time. 'We want to catch a tour bus and there'll be long lines to wait in, so the longer we leave it the longer it will take.'
'To the metro!' Tyson cries, posing like a superhero with one arm out in front, and charging out the door. Of course, he can only charge a few steps before he reaches the elevator, but he charges around in circles for a few minutes until it arrives.
Then, wouldn't you know it, he misses the first elevator because he's on the other end of the hall, and has to wait for it to be sent back up. But when he and the second lot come down, we can finally set out for our long day of sight-seeing.
-x-
Forty five minutes!!!
That is how long we had to wait for a tour bus. Forty five minutes of standing in line. When Rei said the lines would be long, I thought he was just trying to scare us! Or keep Tyson from getting dressed because he secretly wants to gawk at his legs all day, or something. I had no idea it would actually take that long! Plus, having been scarred for life, the last thing I want to do is stand around in the baking sun.
(Why were you scarred for life, Max?) Well I'll tell you! Turns out, Tyson isn't wearing briefs. Or boxers. Or anything. Want to know how I know this? (Yes please, Max!) Well I'll tell you! In fact I'll spell it out: street, Tyson, massive air vent we all managed to avoid except for Tyson, yellow shirt around Tyson's ears. It was like Marilyn Monroe except so much less graceful and extremely off-putting.
But nonetheless, we're on the tour bus now. On the top!! Where there's no roof!! …Okay, I'll stop with that now. I fought until Rei would let me sit on the edge, so he's beside me in the aisle seat, watching me closely (which is probably wise because I am leaning quite dangerously over the edge of the bus…). Hilary and Kai are sitting behind us, which is definitely a good thing because Hilary's excessive urge to take pictures of everything is annoying the hell out of Kai and the other two, who are sat behind them. Because there's seven of us, one would have to sit by himself. But fortunately, that's not a problem, because Tyson's dancing down the aisle trying to engage the other passengers in a round of 'Single Ladies'.
'If you like it then you should'a put a ring on it! If you like it then you should-'
'Could the young man dancing on the upper deck please return to his seat? People are complaining that they can't hear the tour,' the announcer's voice sounds out through everyone's headphones.
I, however, have neglected the headphones. The wire was too short anyway; it required I stay in my seat! (God forbid!) So I've decided to join Tyson, who's still dancing, in belting out a good song.
'Someone, call the doctor!' I cry out, standing up. Rei looks absolutely appalled.
'Got a case of a love bi-polar!' Half the bus chants back. Ah! Tyson just has to know how to pick the right song…
After a few stops we decide to get off for our first destination. All other passengers heave sighs of relief. I'm not sure what it is; Rei and Kenny picked all the places we're going to get off. I think it's some sort of famous garden.
Oh crap…don't tell me we have to walk up that humungous hill to get there…thanks a bunch, guys.
'Go on without me!' Tyson cries after about ten steps. 'I can't go on any further! Its power is too great!'
'For fucks sake Tyson, get up!' If there's anyone who can make Tyson jump up faster than lightning, it's Kai. Especially with that scary voice which is only ever used with Tyson anyway.
As soon as we get to the top, Kai and Kenny trail off to be in the shade. Hilary takes about ten more pictures of us in front of various things and with random locals, Tyson catches his breath after walking the whole way up the hill by himself (we're all very proud), we all count our blessings that Kenny's walked off to give his lectures to Kai instead of us, Rei forces Hilary and I to apply more sun cream (much to Hilary's chagrin as it's sun factor 60), and finally we make our way into the gardens.
It's funny, normally you'd expect a garden to contain plants and flowers. This on the other hand seems to be a garden of concrete, as all I see is a two-story courtyard with pretty fountains and a wonderful view (as there should be seeing as we pretty much climbed Fuji to get up here!). It's pretty and everything, but I wouldn't call it a garden…
We take about a hundred photos here before going back to find Kai and Kenny. I don't know why the princesses even bothered to come if all they would do is sit in the shade and not actually look at anything. In fact I'm surprised Kai didn't decide to stay at the apartment, or Beywatch it up on the beach, or go shopping for those exotic porn movies we know he secretly loves. I guess he decided hanging out to yell at us would be a better idea. He must be more angry than horny today…which is a little too much information, but good to know.
-x-
'Let's get off here!'
'Why, Tyson? This is just a street…'
'There's a mall nearby!'
'Huh, shoes, what?' Hilary snaps out of a trance at the dreaded word. I suppose this now means we're going to the freakin' mall…
So far we've been to the concrete gardens (as I've officially named them), the football stadium which only Ty and I were even vaguely excited about, and some cathedral we got kicked out of because Daichi and Tyson decided it was an appropriate time to be 8 years old and play spy games. Those people did seem pretty annoyed at the constant accusations of being Russian spies (Kai wasn't too amused either, seeing as he actually is. Russian, that is, not a spy).
'Wow, Kenny what's this place we're in? It's huuuge!'
'Daichi, we're back outside…'
After fifteen minutes of wandering we've concluded that either the map's lying to us, or we're just not going to find this stupid mall. So, of course, in our boredom Tyson and I are running around with our arms out like airplanes. Daichi's trying to join in but Hilary has his wrist in a firm grip.
'Will you morons just behave?!'
'AHH! RETREAT, MAX, RETREAT!!'
'I can't Tyson! He's got me! NOOOOOO-!'
'You guys are so fucking embarrassing!' Hilary exclaims, hiding her face. Except, we'll never see any of these people again, so I'm not sure why she's hiding.
'They're not gonna get us!' Tyson sings out, still running around with Rei hot on his heels, while I struggle desperately (and pathetically unsuccessfully) to release myself from Kai's grip.
'Argh! Tyson!!'
'…Well they're not!' Tyson innocently defends himself, before finally being caught.
Kai frowns and lets my collar go when I stop struggling. 'Can't wait for this day to be over…' I know what that means! That means Kai wants the bar-crawl to hurry up and get here. Oh yes, you can't tell from his expression and that vein popping by his temple, but he's as excited for tonight as I was for the roof-less tour bus to arrive. But without so much enthusiasm, because seeing Kai express such zest would give us nightmares for months.
I'm going to explain something about Kai, and the reason he gets sick of being around us too much. It's not because he doesn't like us, oh no, we know he does really. It's because we force him to be responsible, and care for other people other than himself. See, we all have things we look for in other people, especially guys because, you know, we're poofs (well, the males are). Tyson looks for looks mainly, Hilary goes for confidence, Kenny likes them shy, Daichi will take anyone (oh yeah, don't think that just because we're talking about the guy who fractured his ass doing a cannon-ball into the bath that he's too immature to go for a guy, he's not), and I'm not too fussy either to be honest. But while Rei looks for someone he can take care of, Kai would prefer someone take care of him. Oh yes, I bet you didn't know that before. Mr Independent wants a devoting sugar-daddy! (Cue suggestive eyebrow-waggling).
See, that's the thing about us you might have noticed; we're all ukes. And that includes Kai, who in our group would appear to be Captain Seme, but in reality he isn't. Actually, even Hilary's probably more seme than Kai is! But he resents being thought of as one. Because of this he can't often find the type of guy he wants, so he doesn't get much, which is slightly picky, but I won't complain. At least he's not like Tyson. Man, these days putting a dick in Tyson's ass is like throwing a pencil down a hall-way!
Well that was a bloody long explanation. I'm tired out now…and thank god too because the bus is back. Hopefully Tyson won't decide to continue his game of I-spy. I'm all for games, but that one's just tedious.
-x-
We get off next about half a mile away from a massive and famous art gallery. The building looks beautiful too, from what I can actually see of it. But this is where the road ends; the rest of it is just a drive-way with a river in the middle. At least, that's what it seems like.
'In my humble opinion,' Tyson begins, making us all aware that something extremely superficial is about to be voiced, 'they should tear this place down and replace it with something more appealing to the modern world…like a water-park!'
Hilary pouts, 'Tyson, I don't like your opinions.'
'Yeah well I don't like your nose.' Man, Ty may not be Einstein, but he sure is an expert at offending girls. All guys want that ability really, but not being straight means that those petty 'feelings' don't get in the way of prime insult-time. That's true, honest!
'What's wrong with my nose?!'
Pity this is the only thing he's good at, really…
We finally reach the main building, after a half-hour long walk and numerous flights of stairs and escalators (this is the first time ever I've seen escalators outside. It was weird!)…only to realise that we need to buy tickets to get in. Which makes sense really; I don't know why we all assumed it would be free. But nevertheless, we can't be assed, so we head out to our final destination instead.
'My feeeeeeet,' Kenny groans, taking off his flip-flops and nursing his blisters on the stairs.
'Don't complain; at least you're not in stilettos!'
'Yeah but those would obviously hurt! Flip flops aren't supposed to give blisters!'
'You guys should've worn proper shoes like me.'
'Yeah but Kai, it's too hot! Your feet have probably disintegrated without you noticing!'
'Bare-foot is the way to go!'
'We aren't all Neanderthals, Daichi…'
'My pumps are ideal in this sort of weather; no blisters, no heels, and they're nice and cool.'
'Yeah Rei, except we don't all want to look like a girl!'
'I don't look like a girl!!'
'May I ask why we're all trying to advertise our shoes?' For once in his entire life, Tyson has raised a valid point. 'Especially as nothing on this planet can beat my awesome blister-free flip-flops, baby!' Ah, nevermind.
We hop back on the bus to bother some more people, and get off once again at a cable car. I have no idea where this cable car is going to take us, but I'm quite glad this is the final destination before going back to the apartment, because it's four in the afternoon and I think we'd all like to rest indoors for a little while before we eat and go out for the bar-crawl.
We've just reached the end of the line when Hilary approaches us, 'Guys, Daichi's bordering on full-on tantrum mode, so I think I'll take him back to the apartment.'
'For fucks sake I can get back by myself!' is heard in the background, amidst a chorus of gasps.
'…well, I want to go back anyway. I think I might have burned my shoulder-blades…'
'I told you you should wear more su-'
'Alright!' Tyson and his glee interrupts Rei's gloating, punching his fist in the air. Hilary looks a little affronted, not surprisingly. 'Come on guys, the original 5 together again! Thanks for taking him Hil, we'll see you guys back at-'
'I'm going with them.'
'…BUT KAAAAAIIIII-'
'Tyson for gods sake stop yelling! You guys do this cable car thing, I'll go back with Hilary and Daichi. We'll see you there.'
So the three of them leave. And I'm left standing with a heart-broken Tyson ('How could he just abandon us like that?!'), a far-too-interested Kenny ('This cable car is going to lead us to the historic sight of…blahblahblah…'), and a hyperventilating Rei ('She didn't take the sun-cream! She didn't take the sun cream!!').
We're halfway up in the cable car when Kenny suddenly remembers something. 'Oh, we should call Kai and ask them to buy the alcohol on their way back. That'll save us doing it.'
'Good idea, chief!' Tyson whips out his phone and punches in the number. How does he know Kai's cell number by heart? I don't even know my own number! Heck, I have difficulty remembering my house number!
The tune of 'Soulja Boy' rings out through my pocket. I dig into it and pull out, to all of our surprise, the black phone we're trying to call.
'Max,' asks Rei, all of us just watching it ring in my hand. 'Why do you have Kai's phone?'
'…I have no idea.'
Tyson ends the call. 'Ookay, we'll try Hilary,' he punches in the number (which he also knows-how?!) and after a few rings she picks up. Tyson tells her to buy the alcohol on their way back and she agrees. For a few minutes the rest of us stand there admiring the view, until Rei breaks the silence.
'…Why does Kai have 'Soulja Boy' as his ringtone?'
-x-
Rei and I walk through the apartment door to be met with, other than a huge wave of heat as we step over the threshold, the sight of a cleaned and cooled Hilary, Kai and Daichi. Getting a whiff of myself, I must say I'm a little jealous. Daichi is (surprise, surprise) asleep, and Hilary and Kai are digging into the Pringles selects, trying to watch The Simpsons en Espanol on the fuzzing television. I say television, but what I really mean is a tiny plastic box, the same yellow colour as my hair, with a 5x5 static screen. I'm not joking: it's seriously yellow. The Simpsons actually looks quite good playing on it.
'Home honey, I'm high!' Enter Tyson, a loud sniff to accompany his announced entrance. He appears to have magically developed a cold on our day out. Only Tyson could manage that on the hottest day we've ever lived through.
'Shower!' Rei shoots off like a bullet and is halfway down the corridor before I've even moved. I suppose he correctly assumed that Tyson's arrival would mean survival of the fittest.
'I think Homer said… "Meet your brother in the dryer, Bart"' Hilary says slowly, all concentration on the buzzing screen, 'but I'm not sure what brother they're talking about, or why he would be in a dryer…'
Kai looks as though he's just lost the will to live.
-x-
'Do you think I should go for the blue shirt tonight? Or perhaps red…or gold!'
'Tyson for fuck's sake you're not a rapper! Why the hell do you have a gold shirt anyway?'
'I don't know, it just seemed like such a good idea at the time…'
I'm now perched on Hilary and Kenny's camp bed, where creaks are not out of the ordinary, and at some point it will feel like a stray spring is lodging itself into your ass. I kid you not. Anyway, Kai's in here too for some reason, probably because Daichi's yelling at Rei in the other room, who's trying to cook pasta. What Daichi's yelling about I have no idea but I caught the words 'scrambled', 'Mary' (whoever she is), 'lemonade' and 'storm trooper' in his outburst. He is also yelling through the door because Rei's one of those peculiar people who can't cook when other people are in the kitchen. Anyway, I digest…The point is, Kai's in here with us. Hilary's painting her toenails red with Kai's nail polish and Tyson's trying to find an outfit for tonight, while blowing his nose for the umpteenth time.
Umpteenth is such an irritating word. It's something teachers used to say when you've talked back to them, or said something to make them look stupid, or sneezed loudly and made them jump, for the umpteenth time. I'm probably one of the only people who get irritated by it, and yet I still say it, apparently…all logic is defied once again in the brain of Max.
Tyson, with difficulty, rises from the bed and plods across the room, tripping over Kenny's suitcase (for the umpteenth time!) in the permanently-open doorway. Kai shuffles a little and looks curiously at the bed beneath him. A-ha! The stray springs have got him too! I give a triumphant look and he glares at me as though it's all somehow my fault.
'I'm going for a shower…' Tyson announces groggily, before issuing a lovely loud mucusy sniff.
'Oh, Tyson can I come in while you're in there and quickly wash my feet in the bidet?' That's become quite common, actually. The floor of this apartment, especially the balcony, is so filthy we have become accustomed to permanently black feet. Most of us walk around in flip-flops for this reason.
'Sure, Hil, just wait a couple of minutes before you come in…oh, and can you bring my towel?' The Tyson-Towel is sitting beside Hilary on the table, and I have to side with him and truthfully state it would take a considerable effort to go over and get it, what with three suitcases to trip over on the way. We don't want a repeat of this morning, after all. Hilary nods and continues to paint her toenails, constantly pushing back the swivel chair which keeps spinning slowly to the right, as though we're all on a slope.
Tyson leaves the room and for a few minutes nobody says anything.
'DAICHI IF YOU DON'T GO AWAY YOU'RE NOT GETTING ANY PASTA!' Nuclear Rei has finally exploded.
'I like cheese…' I had to break the silence. Kai groans and storms into the livingroom, almost flattening Daichi on the way. He's acting more irritated than usual today; Snow White probably got sun-stroke or something. Hilary's finished her toenails and is now shaking her foot about in an awkward attempt to dry them. Why doesn't she just use the hairdryer…?
After a few minutes she suddenly jumps up from the orange chair, which cracks without warning and one of the plastic arms falls to the floor. She doesn't seem to have noticed. 'Oh, I was going to the bathroom!' she suddenly remembers and grabs Tyson's towel as she walks out.
I'm left in the room alone. I hear the sound of her padding feet ('No I will not wear flipflops, do you know how filthy they'd become?! They designer you know!') against the floor I smacked my face on this morning. The next thing I hear is the door open, followed by a unified chorus of…
'AAHHHHHHH!!!'
Yeah…I thought it had been a couple of minutes now since I heard the shower stop running…
I launch myself from the bed and, jumping over two suitcases in one leap, charge into the hall. Hilary's standing against the bathroom door, Tyson's towel still clutched in her hand, looking as though she just walked in on Kai pleasuring himself to that magazine again.
'Hilary…' Tyson's voice sounds awkwardly through the door. 'Can I please have my towel? I don't like standing here without anything covering me up…'
Without another word, Hilary opens the door a fraction and throws the thing inside, closing it again behind her with that same expression on her face. We both suddenly start to giggle, and Kai's laughter can be heard echoing through the halls as he's guessed what must have happened. Yeah, you read that right. Kai's laughter. Not just his sexy chuckle either, that scary and slightly demonic laugh he does when he finds something really funny. Like…if he had just defeated us in some sort of epic battle on a frozen lake in the middle of Russia, having been possessed by some evil spirit in the form of a bird…That's never actually happened, mind you, but if it did, he would laugh just like that.
…I have this set out like a comic book in my mind right now. It's quite exciting. Then, when everyone thinks they're doomed, I'd jump out from a passing airplane to save the day and-
I just realised I called Kai's chuckle sexy. That's a little bit odd isn't it.
'Dinner's ready!' Rei's call puts an end to my gravy train of thought and before any of us can even move, a blur of wind in a towel shoots by us and the bathroom door swings back after it. Hilary and I stare at eachother to make sure neither of us are mortally wounded before making our way out to the balcony. On our way I peer into the kitchen and see the giant pan practically over-flowing with penne pasta. Four empty packets lie beside the pan, next to the dish cloth and stack of dirty plates from the Greek salad we ate yesterday. Its already beginning to look a little nasty in there, but I can tell you now that this is only a prerequisite… yes, a four-syllable word. This really does mean trouble.
I join everyone on the balcony and slip myself between Kenny and Tyson, who's still sitting in his towel. It's a good thing we're so high up nobody in the world can see us right now. Rei's proudly placing a bowl of pasta in front of Daichi, who's wrinkling his nose at the concoction as though it came out of Mother Rei's rear end.
'Erm, Rei that was an awful lot of food in there…' Hilary seems to be the only one ever brave enough to speak out against him when he's like this. 'Do you really think we'll eat all that pasta?'
'Of course, we'll just put it in the fridge and eat it to-'
'I thought you said the fridge didn't work very well.' Kai states in a monotone without looking up from his lap. Rei's expression hardens as he realises Kai's right. Nobody bothers to say anything else and we all sit down and awkwardly enjoy our pasta, making a point of not looking up, and especially not looking at Rei.
Well, some of us do. 'I don't like it!'
'Well nobody said you have to eat it, monkey boy! I'll take your helping and everything else in the kitchen!'
'If you could take the watermelon it would do us all a favour…' Kenny mutters.
'Tyson, have you seen how much pasta's in that pan? I mean, really, it's quite unreal.' I begin a highly exaggerated monologue on just how much pasta there is in there, which goes on for quite a few minutes. Tyson looks more and more terrified as I go on, and Kai looks more and more apathetic (if that's even possible). I'm just launching into my comparison between the masses of carbohydrate and the population of China, when Rei suddenly stands up.
'Alright!' he snaps. 'Alright, alright! I'll fix it okay! I'll fix it!' He looks quite frantic as he dashes through the balcony door and races to the kitchen. Was it because I insulted his cooking miscalculations or the number of people in his country…? And more importantly, which of the two is he going to attempt to fix? In any case, I sigh and get up to follow, Kai after me looking as though he can't believe he agreed to babysit a group of six toddler maniacs in a foreign country.
We arrive in the kitchen to find Rei standing on the counter in a panic, seizing hand-fulls of pasta and throwing them out the tiny window. I do the worst possible thing at a time like this and start to laugh, but Kai actually makes his way into the kitchen, almost stumbling over the watermelon as he walks calmly towards Rei.
'Rei,' he says gently, in a scarily calm voice, as though he's done this a million times before. 'Leave the pan, we'll sort it out later. Just come back and eat and we'll duct tape Max's mouth shut.' Oh, cheers Kai.
We get back to the balcony to find that nobody's resumed eating. They're all looking at us with concern instead, so I just sit down like nothing happened and continue to eat. Sooner or later, they all do the same and Rei carries on with conversation as though nothing out of the ordinary ever occurred.
Once dinner's been finished, we leave our plates out on the balcony table with promises we'll pick them up later on, and begin our rush to get ready to leave for the bar crawl. Rei's mighty casual about it considering I'm sure he said it's starting in half an hour. In that time we have to finish getting ready, Daichi needs to shower, Kenny needs to blow-dry his hair, Hilary needs to decide between her top five outfits, Rei needs to give everyone a hard time about the mess we're making, Ty and I need to dance to at least three more songs and we need to begin drinking. On top of that, we actually have to get to the metro and make our way down there. Kai and Hilary picked up the alcohol when they left the tour early, so we have a collection of vodka, malibu and everything else girls and gays drink before going out.
I manage to complete my outfit in peace, seeing as our door actually closes, and stand back to admire myself in the mirror (seeing as our mirror doesn't make us look deformed). We decided to save our best outfits for the club Liquid that we're going to on Thursday, which helped us all except Hilary with the decision of what to wear. I went for the thin black shirt with short sleeves and tight jeans to match. I'll probably end up dying of heat stroke, but right about now I think I look pretty damn good…
…Or emo…
Tyson greets me on the way to the living room as I walk out the door, in a white shirt somewhat similar to mine. Hilary's voice calls from behind him, 'Tyson that shirt is so see-through!'
'Thanks!' Tyson beams. Hilary raises an eyebrow.
'You're taking it as a compliment?'
'Well…I did pay for it.' And before Hilary can say anything more, Tyson's bounded off to the livingroom, where Daichi can be seen bouncing on the sofa, clearly ignoring the fact that Kai is simultaneously trying to lie on it in peace.
'You look nice, Max.'
'Thanks Hil, so do you.' I state without even looking at her. It doesn't really matter anyway, at least I said it.
Everybody's already drinking on the balcony by the time I get there, and I'm relieved to see the plates have been taken in. Kenny pours me some vodka and mixes it with the Coke Zero he's been drinking. A mix of coke zero and vodka with a ratio of 1:17. Kenny knows me so well…
'Yo Maxie, let's get down to 'Just Dance'!' Tyson hollers from the living room. Wellll, that was a good two sips of my drink, but it's time to put everything on hold for the unstoppable waves that make my body move in ways I didn't believe possible. Oh yes, it's hot stuff.
A couple of others actually follow as I dive head-first through the balcony door and plunge into the three-foot circle around Tyson saved for intimate dancing space. Don't get me wrong; there's nothing intimate whatsoever between me and Ty…we just like to dance like whores. As all good gays do on holiday.
'Tyson, what the hell is that?' Kai snorts from the sidelines. Hilary and Rei have now joined us but they've actually got a small distance between them.
'It...it's my move!' Tyson gasps, greatly offended.
Kai shakes his head and walks over, smiling uncharacteristically and almost shoving me out of the way. 'Let me show you…'
He stands behind Tyson and takes hold of the poor guy's waist before starting to move to the rhythm. I say 'the poor guy' because he looks as though he's torn between being terrified of what's happening to him, and devastated at learning that his special move doesn't actually look so great.
So while they're at it, I've officially lost my dance partner. And just as 'I Kissed a Girl' comes on! Man, that's our jam! Especially as we've both kissed girls and neither of us have liked it. We always laughed at the irony…
I'm talking like Tyson's died so I'll stop being so dramatic and go join the slut-bag brunette and her mother. I love my friends, I really do!
'I kissed a Hil and I threw up…' Rei sings loudly and so far out of tune he'll never find his way back. Huh, I hadn't realised just how many drinks he's had… 'the thought of her freaky elephant thong fantasies…' It really is impossible to fit that sentence into a 7 or 8 syllable space.
'Rei!' Hilary's positively fuming. 'You jackass, you read my diary!'
Everything suddenly stops. Except for the music, but even that seems to have suddenly quietened down. Hilary looks like she suddenly wants to die.
Tyson breaks the silence. 'Ho-ho! Elephant thongs? Your wish is Kai's lunch Hil!'
And after that very odd statement he bounds off. I think I speak for everyone here when I say I am genuinely worried about what might re-emerge from the hallway.
Oh why am I not surprised? Having thrown off the outfit he only put on about ten minutes ago, Tyson now stands in the hallway wearing nothing but...yep, you've guessed it.
Rei throws his hand dramatically over his eyes, rearing back like he's going to faint. Kenny and Daichi, who have only just walked in from the balcony, swiftly turn on their heels and walk back out again. Kai rolls his eyes and turns the other way, while Hilary and I are both clearly wondering why Tyson happens to have an elephant thong with him in the first place.
Or, maybe it was just me wondering that. 'Tyson,' Hilary asks awkwardly. 'What…why does it look so weird?'
Tyson grins 'Oh, I stuffed a couple of the bananas in there.' That's…normal. That thing must be seriously stretchy.
Kai decides he needs to express his opinion on this. 'Well, I didn't believe it possible Tyson could do something as fucked up as his dance move, but apparently-…'
'My green bananas!?!' Hilary's about to have an apoplexy.
'Makes it bigger! Besides, you haven't even touched them yet!'
'I wasn't hungry this morning! I said I'll eat them!'
'We're only here for two more days!'
'Well you didn't have to-'
'OH MY GODZ!' Rei cries out, making me wonder what could possibly be worth that reaction after seeing this display in front of us. 'The Bar Crawl started already! Come on we have to go, Tyson for fuck's sake get dressed!'
For the next five minutes it takes before we set out, Rei literally doesn't stop yelling. I don't think he even takes a breath. And after almost leaving the barred balcony doors open, forgetting to switch the light off in the bathroom, leaving our money in the drawer (Daichi), and pulling Kai off Tyson after a certain elephant thong somehow ended up on his head, we are finally ready to head off for the bar crawl we were supposed to arrive at ten minutes ago.
-x-
We were late. Obviously; that much was inevitable. But we were so freakin' late that we missed the first bar, and had to ask for directions to the second one. After wandering the back allies of the shops we went to yesterday, we finally located the second bar and tried to settle in there.
So far, not so great really. It's an odd sort of place; you walk into thin long room with two bars down either side and headphones attached to the wall which you can put on to listen to music, even though there's already music playing! So fucking strange… Anyway, we're in the larger room behind, three of us squashed in a one-person space on one of the couches while Hilary and Tyson check out a cocky-looking blonde in a sports jacket and baseball cap. Looks like a right tosser to me, but he actually is pretty hot…
It's very packed in here and I sort of have the urge to go back outside until the group moves on. I should probably wait for the others though. Kai's grabbing a couple of drinks and Rei's busying himself with nagging the bouncer until he lets Kenny and Daichi in without a fuss. Meanwhile the music's not great, there's way too many people for such a small space, and listening to Hilary and Tyson both checking out the same person is a little bit disturbing to me.
'Mmm, check out those arms!'
'Uhh, that camel-toe!'
At the risk of sounding like a six-year-old girl…ewww, Tyson!
Thank god Kai's returned, drinks for all four of us in his arms. I get the feeling I'm going to severely need this…
We all down our drinks and decide to get up from the couch and wander around a bit. Rei and Daichi walk past us on the way into the head-phones room, eagerly heading into the room we just left. They both have shot glasses with them and appear to already be having a good time. Well…Rei was pretty hammered when we set out, to be honest.
Kenny's already sat at a bar, sipping from a sophisticated-looking martini. So, of course, we ruin his image to the extreme by piling around him like baboons with our vats of vodka and beer and whatever else we're drinking. Tyson and I reach for headphones and begin to belt out the songs playing on them. The fact that we don't even know the songs and that they're in a language we don't understand is entirely irrelevant…
After a few minutes of having a laugh and trying to enjoy ourselves, we've at least managed to make some friends. A very tall and well-built guy is talking to Tyson, and a couple of his friends are making themselves acquainted with Kenny and Hilary. Kai's getting more drinks (that seems to have become his occupation tonight). The built guy looks as though he's friends with the blonde Tyson and Hilary were checking out earlier; I have a feeling this is the only reason Tyson's talking to him so eagerly.
I'm about to venture back into the other room, when a strange noise unlike anything I've ever heard before sounds out through the door-way, quite putting me off going in there if I'm honest. Raising an eyebrow as Kai hands me a vodka and lemonade, I turn to Kenny, who somehow seems to know exactly what it is.
'It's Rei,' he sighs, sounding less than amused. 'He's singing.'
'That's…' I pause to listen to the unearthly sound again. '…a person?!' And even worse, a person I know…
The guy talking to Tyson makes a face at the doorway and begins to laugh. Tyson laughs with him, obviously pretending we have absolutely nothing to do with the guy now dancing on one of the tables. I can see him from here, and I should probably do something before this gets out of hand…
'Bar-crawl people! We're moving on!' the man in charge bellows out through the bar. Kai goes to fetch Rei from his many intoxicated and newly tone-deaf fans while the rest of us pile out, along with quite a surprising amount of people. Also, to Tyson's relief, the built guy and the blonde.
'They're American!!' Tyson hisses to me with all the excitement of a thirteen-year old school girl. Hang on a minute, I'm American! Why is that such a big deal to him?
Rei, I'm relieved to see, can still walk by himself. This is slightly pathetic I must admit, seeing as everyone else seems to be fairing just fine, and we're still at the beginning of the night. We have two more bars yet and a club, which we can stay at until it closes if we want. I shudder to think what Rei might look like by the end of the night if he carries on like this…and I hope to god I don't have to be the one to look after him again. That really should be Kenny, seeing as he's not going to be doing much anyway.
When we reach the second bar, which looks considerably more normal than the one we just left, Tyson and I charge in first to make it to the one and only large leather couch. We all squish up to fit on it and the Americans and Kai grab chairs to sit on. Rei races to the bar for another drink and poor Hilary gets dragged off by some Italian who's probably shorter than Daichi.
'So gorgeous,' Rei smirks, having returned after another shot, slinking over to Tyson's American and sitting on his knee, 'what's your name?'
Tyson shoots the guy a sympathetic look as he glances uneasily around and awkwardly grunts 'Er, Rick…'
'And what's yours?' I look around to find the origin of the voice. It's the cocky-looking blonde American, who's sat beside me and Kai.
'I'm Max,' I smile, and assuming Mr. Morose won't say anything, I answer for him. Well, I then decide to answer for everyone else, pointing at them individually. 'This is Kai, and that's Kenny, the leprechaun who just raced off to the bar is Daichi, that's Tyson, and that's Rei being pulled away from your friend there…'
He chuckles and indicates behind him, 'And who's she?'
I glance over at the girl smiling anxiously as she tries to pull herself away from a cluster of guys in leather jackets going 'eeeeeyyyyyyyy!'
'Oh, that's Hilary.'
He seems to sense her discomfort, because he gets up from his seat and goes to retrieve her. Hilary, who hasn't even spoken to the guy yet, looks as though her birthday has come early. She squishes in beside me on the couch and resumes talking to the blonde whose name I have yet to find out.
'So what's your name?' Oh, I guess I'm about to find out now…
'Michael,' he says in a cocky voice, a rather egotistical smirk to accompany it. Aaand, this is where I stop listening to that conversation. In my opinion, this guy could use a serious hair-cut.
Daichi's returned from the bar with a red drink and a red-head. Very impressive Daichi, this one's quite a looker! Hm, not really my type though; he's a little scary-looking actually. And that hair! What sort of gel must he be using on that?
…Then again, this Rick guy's got a pony-tail that sticks up in the air, so all of these people must use the same product.
Kai looks like he just entered the twilight zone. I have to agree with him; Daichi getting a guy who looks like that is unlikely in itself, but to find one that quickly is quite remarkable.
The chatter resumes for a little while before we're all called off again to go to the final bar. I must say, I'm definitely looking forward to the club afterwards; we haven't been to one yet so hopefully it will be half-decent.
The final bar we reach (after having to actually climb steps Rei nearly died on) hands us all shots at the door. Well, the bar didn't, the people working there did. This would be a good thing, except I'm pretty certain this is just fruit juice in a shot-glass. Not that this is really an issue; I love fruit juice! But a couple of others (a small riot) feel the need to complain about it. Tyson, unfortunately, is one of them. Nobody else in our group seems to really give a damn.
We make our way in to find quite a lot of people actually dancing this time, as supposed to just standing around like they were in the last two bars. So, of course, Hilary grabs me and the American by our hands and drags us to the centre of the dance floor. Daichi's guy has gone to grab drinks so he joins us aswell, while Kenny takes care of Rei for a little bit. Well, he's trying to at least. Unfortunately some other guy also seems to think he can take Rei off our hands for a while, so the two of them are dancing nearby, Kenny hovering beside them should something go wrong.
The American's actually not a bad dancer! With his cocky attitude you'd think he'd just be showing off terrible moves, but in actual fact he's showing off quite good ones. Certainly better than me, in any case. And Daichi, who's definition of dancing is basically jumping up and down while flailing his arms about. Still, even that's significantly better than Rei's attempt. He looks like someone just removed half the bones in his body. The right half, to be exact.
'Check it out guys, Rick complained so much we got free tequila shots!' Tyson charges over, bulldozing his way past several dancers to get to us. 'Hey, where's Kai?'
'He's getting more drinks,' Daichi responds. 'Which reminds me, I should go find Tala…' I take it Tala is the red-head Daichi brought with him from the last bar.
On his way back through the crowds of people, he stops briefly to whisper something to Hilary. Whatever it was he said, she looks at him, looks at me, looks at Michael, and then nods somewhat miserably and follows Daichi. So, I'm now left dancing by myself with the American. Could this get any more awkward?
I glance around to see if there's anyone at all who can help me out here (I've never been very good at handling this sort of situation). All I see is Rei, looking about as uncomfortable as I am with the guy he's dancing with, and Tyson defying Kai's logic and attempting his move with Rick. It seems he's forgotten about Michael entirely, and now that Hilary's wandered off for no apparent reason, I'm stuck with him. She, on the other hand, has just been roped in by another Italian, so it serves her right for leaving me here.
After a little while, the dancing becomes less awkward and I actually get pretty into it. He too seems to have warmed up to me a little bit more, and the dancing becomes slightly more intimate. He has one hand around my waist and I have one sloped around his shoulders as we grind against eachother's legs. This is actually not so bad; at least I'm not just sitting around being anti-social as I imagine Kai is doing.
When it's time for the group to move off again everyone's hyped up and actually pretty drunk. I think I'm going to need a few more drinks in the club; perhaps I can be Tyson-strategic and get Michael to buy me something…
After helping Kenny pull Rei's face away from the guy sucking on it ('Oh, thank god you guys, I thought I'd never get rid of him!'), Michael and I walk out amongst the group with our arms around one-another. Daichi and Tala are walking in a similar fashion and Tyson and Rick have their hands in eachother's back pockets. Kenny, Hilary and Kai are standing on either side of Rei, ready to assist in the case of a collapse on the stairs.
Fortunately, the club's only down the road. Michael and Rick talk and laugh and shove eachother the whole way there, while Ty and I just smile along. As we enter the club Rick chuckles and says to his friend, 'I think we ought'a buy these two some drinks.'
Tyson and I smirk at eachother and do the 'ka-chinggg'. The four of us sit at the bar drinking for a good half-hour, while everyone else disperses to do their thaing.
There are two podiums, one on either end of the club, and sooner or later Tyson spots them. 'Ah, come on Rick, let's go! Maxie, you guys too! We can show these people!'
Completely forgetting how embarrassing this could well be, I leap up and dash off, Michael following, to the podium already accompanied by a dark-skinned guy and Tala and Daichi.
Quite soon after, Hilary joins us. The dark-skinned guy immediately grabs her and we all dance up there in couples for a while. We're actually getting the crowds pretty riled up; many are cheering us on and facing us as they dance down below. Except, now that I take notice, they are mainly Italians…
Why are there so many of them here?
Tala is a seriously good dancer. I'm even more surprised than I was about Michael. This guy really doesn't look like he can dance, but…wow. Why he picked Daichi is so far beyond me I can't even see it in the distance. He, at the moment, has his legs wrapped around Tala's waist, while the taller of the two actually does all the work. It's a very amusing sight. Tala doesn't seem to mind in the least, though.
A couple of guys finally climb the steps to the podium to try and have a turn. One taps me on the shoulder and asks for a dance. I look at Michael, but he seems to be pretty easy-going. No Michael, dammit! I don't want to dance with this guy; you're supposed to do something!
'No, not again!' Hilary's voice shouts out at the other guy, who's trying to pull her back down the stairs.
Tala puts Daichi down momentarily and walks over to them. Seizing the guy by the arm, he forces him to let go of Hilary and then shoves him down the stairs. 'Fuck off!'
He then does a similar thing with the guy still trying to pull me away from Michael. Both of them retreat looking rather frightened. I'll never underestimate Daichi's choices again; this guy is my hero!
'Yo Hil,' Tyson calls over to Hilary, 'What's your guy-count so far?'
She thinks about it before stating 'Four'. She then retreats to dance with tall-dark-&-handsome again.
'Four?!' Tyson's jaw drops. 'Damn I've got some catching up to do…' He pulls Rick in and shoves his tongue down the American's throat. After a few moments of that he smiles pleasantly and says, 'That's one. I'll be back soon, Rick', before retreating down the podium steps.
Rick frowns and turns to walk away aswell. Michael pulls a face and says over my head 'tough break, man!'
After a few minutes Michael finally decides he wants to kiss me too. He's a little awkward about it, but I guess once Hilary's guy made a move he decided he didn't want us to be the only couple on the podium not sucking face. So, very quickly, he plunges in. Unfortunately, it hit me completely by surprise and I almost jumped backwards with a shriek, but I didn't (thank god- imagine how that would have looked).
By the time we separate, the only recognisable person left on the podium is Tala. He looks as good dancing by himself as he did before. There's also several other people who have finally decided it's time to take the podium away from us, so Michael and I decide we're going to get down. He tells me he's going to sit outside for a few minutes to get some air, and I tell him I'll be there in a few minutes.
Meanwhile, I head to the bar. Tyson and Kenny are scanning the scene while Daichi wails about something which clearly nobody is listening to. 'What are you guys up to?'
'Ohh, hey there lover-boy!' Tyson grins slyly. I roll my eyes and wonder if he's going to do this every night. 'Kenny's helping me pick out a few worthy hunks. We're guy-hunting, baby!'
He did not just use the word 'hunks'.
'Max I just did the stupidest fucking thing!' Daichi wails, clambering on to my back just to make sure I listen to what he has to say and don't walk off. 'I was dancing with Tala, and everything was going well, and then I made an idiot out of myself!'
'What did you do?' I ask absent-mindedly, looking around for the rest of our group.
'I said to him 'I'm not going to have sex with you, you know'. And then he just looked at me and said 'I…didn't want to have sex with you'! I thought he'd been hinting but it turns out he wasn't! I felt like such a fucking idiot so I just left! Which made it worse! It was going so fucking well…'
I look back up to the podium to see Tala has vanished. Daichi clambers from my back and hits his head repeatedly on the bar-top. Tyson points at him and nudges Kenny, 'Check it out, Chief! Daichi's having a seizure!'
It's worrying that Daichi having a seizure would amuse Tyson to this extent, but I won't question it. Pulling Daichi from the table, I open my mouth to tell him to go and look for Rei, but what catches my eye next means I needn't bother.
Standing in the very centre of the room, Rei's grinning manically while flailing himself around in such a way that a 2-metre circle of empty space has formed around him. The surrounding people are looking as though they can't decide whether to retreat from the creature or to shoot it with a tranquilizer dart.
I look down at Daichi, who somehow knows what I'm going to say and charges over to retrieve Rei. As he drags the hammered boy away by the arm, Rei's voice can be heard trailing off, 'Daichi!! Oh my god, what a surprise! I thought you'd all left me! Have you any idea where all these elephants came from..?'
I sigh and turn back to order another vodka and lemonade. It seems the alcohol from before is wearing off because I'm trying to figure out logical things like how to get back to the metro station from here, and how we're going to walk Rei back up to the-
'Crap!' Tyson's shocked exclamation makes me jump and I turn to look at him, only to find he's staring straight over my head. I can hear several whoops and cheers as I turn around to see what the fuss is about.
My jaw reaches the centre of the earth. Standing on the podium, dancing, by himself, extremely well, is none other than Kai! I haven't seen him for ages, where the hell has he been? And more importantly, why didn't I know he could dance like this sooner?!
'Beggin'' is a difficult song to dance to; I can't believe he's pulling it off. And damn, does he look good doing it. I had no idea our Kai could pull moves like those. The crowd seems to love them aswell. Tyson pushes through the people cheering, trying to catch Kai's eye, but the stoic gaze is rooted on the back wall. Probably a smart idea; stealing a glance at Tyson catching flies could throw anyone off. Heh…just kidding, Ty!
The pressure intensifies as someone very familiar and probably widely-known as being the second best dancer in the club takes the podium. Tala seizes Kai by the waist and the two of them smirk at one-another. I must have missed something because this familiarity is unlike Kai; they must have already been acquainted.
I grin and turn away from the crowd-pleasing pair, suddenly remembering Michael. I pass by Tyson who's still just gawking, and Kenny who's ordering another drink for him. Bless Kenny, he's been really good considering there's not much fun he can have with a boyfriend waiting for him back ho-
Mother of pearl! I…I think the vodka has finally reached my head, because I just know what I just saw can't have happened! I did not just see Rei kiss Daichi. No, no I didn't. They're just dancing…I…that didn't happen. Oh god...where's Michael?
'Hey, there you are!' he grins as I make my way over to where he's seated. Man, it's cool out here. I didn't realise how hot I was getting.
We sit around cuddling for a while, occasionally pulling eachother in for a kiss or actually having a small conversation. He seems to be in a trance. I follow his stare but don't see anything particularly interesting so I figure he's just in another world. But at least I now know where Hilary is; sitting about five metres away from us in the lap of tall-dark-&-handsome, faces fully attached.
Suddenly he's brought out of his trance by Rei, who stumbles out while trying to look and point behind him (clearly not a good idea). Rick then emerges aswell, looking more amused than annoyed.
'I…I'm not talking to you anymore!' Rei pouts, eyes wide as saucers. 'You…you were…mean to me!'
Rick chuckles, 'Well, so long as you don't sing to me hun', we shouldn't have a problem.'
He walks off, leaving Rei to look horribly affronted, stumbling slightly to the right. 'See you later dude,' he says to Michael, who nods in response.
Tyson conveniently chooses the moment of Rick's departure to venture outside aswell, Kenny and Daichi in tow. 'Hey Ty, where's Kai gone?'
Tyson gives that signature grin again. 'Oh, he's "on a walk" with that sexy Tala guy.' Oh my god, helpful, Tyson!
Daichi thumps down on the ground and crosses his arms in a strop. 'I think we should go soon,' I suggest to Tyson, glancing down at Daichi. 'Any idea what time it i-?'
'Tyson!!...Buddy!' Rei has stumbled over to us. Kai had better hurry up on his stupid "walk" or we'll probably never leave.
'It's four thirty,' Kenny answers the question I didn't manage to finish. Damn, seriously? I didn't know we'd been here so long…no wonder I'm so sleepy. What a day!
'Woah! Guys, check out Hilary and guy number 5 over there!'
Hilary cringes and shoots a glare in our direction. 'Tyson, don't be a dick!'
'You are what you eat!' Tyson declares in response. Hah, thanks Ty, not too much information at all. 'Anyway unhinge yourself, we're leaving as soon as Kai decides to come back from his orgy fest with-!'
'Er, Tyson, he's behind you…'
Now that Kai's finally joined us, Hilary and I say goodbye to our temporary boy-toys and join the others.
'Ughh, my feet are killing me!' This has pretty much become Hilary's mantra now.
And so we take our leave, Kai slapping Tyson upside the head about fifty times for announcing to everyone that the best dancer in the entire place is into orgy fests. Yeah, it's probably a good thing we're leaving, or he might have been roped into something quite unpleasant there…
-x-
'Kai, that dancing was…unbelievable,' Tyson gushes as the heavy elevator door creaks closed behind us, probably going a fine job of waking everyone in the building, if we didn't already manage to do that.
'Yeah, Kai,' Hilary agrees, looking genuinely impressed though as far as I know she didn't even see it. 'Tomorrow night you're saving a dance for me!'
'Er, hell no! Butt out Hil, he's my teacher! I need instruction! Have you seen me dance?! I'm going to need that all night…'
In the words of Kai: hm, bitch please. 'Hey come on, Ty! I'm a close second when it comes to bad dancers here!'
'I'm just going to volunteer Rei for third place…' Kenny puts in before rummaging for our key, having reached our floor with the other two.
'There's nothing special about him!' Daichi bellows, somehow correctly guessing who we're talking about and sticking out his tongue at our new god. 'He stole my guy!'
'He wouldn't have fucked you, anyway.' Wow. Okay, never expect Kai to be the least bit understanding after he's done something to upset you…good life lesson, there.
'Well, you didn't fuck him either,' I point out to be fair.
'Yeah but we were in public, weren't we.'
'Has never bothered Tyson…'
'Rei, I swear to god…!'
'Can we get in the fucking room already?!' Oh, I forgot about Hilary's feet. And the fact that she's been jumping from one foot to the other for the past three minutes didn't really kick my brain into gear either. 'This is almost as stupid as when I told Tyson his shirt was see-through and he thanked me for it!'
'That was what you said?! I thought you said it looked pretty!'
'You fruity little-!'
'Ah, here it is!' Kenny finally finds the key in his pocket (how it took him so long I have no idea) and we pile inside to the welcoming sight of lime. Oh, did I not mention this before? Yes, our walls in the living room are lime-green. It's a sight for sore-eyes, it really is…
Then again, I shouldn't really talk, because I happen to own an outfit and matching knee-highs in the same colour…
Nobody really says a word as we all pile in. Man, in this light I can really see what a mess everyone looks. And their alcohol-induced foul moods don't really help.
Hilary and Rei immediately head to their respective rooms. I hope Rei doesn't do something stupid like barricade the door again before I can get inside. I grab my previously-abandoned glass of coke zero and take a gulp of it on my way to the kitchen to wash out the glass.
Well, I had a good intention, anyway. Instead I just leave it on the counter top beside the humungous vat of pasta and remains of yesterday's Greek salad. Hm…there's a couple of flies in there…Oh well. We'll deal with this tomorrow. Or, later on today, as I should say.
I'm relieved to see the door has been left ajar and make my way in, not even bothering to remove my eyeliner and wash my face. Tyson's in the bathroom anyway and I am not waiting for him. Last time that happened there was an incident involving pubes in the bath I could never bring myself to enquire about. Besides, it's fucking early; I'm going to bed.
Totally ignoring the fact that our door (which works!) is still open, I settle down beside an already-sleeping Rei and try to ignore the sound of Kai snapping at Daichi, and the light which is beginning to seep under the blinds. Before I drift off to sleep I like to reflect a little. It was a pretty fun night. A night which started out boring but turned out to be pretty awesome…a good start…
After a few minutes my peace is suddenly broken by a voice sounding out through the apartment. 'So Hil, who do you fantasize about in the elephant thong?'
'Shut the hell up, Tyson.'
(A/N): I'm also one of those peculiar people who can't cook with someone else in the kitchen, like Rei :D
Speaking of Rei, I find I'm actually making him quite insane; it amuses me greatly :). He's got about 4 different personalities now.
If anyone was trying to guess who Hilary was with, don't bother; he wasn't an existing character, just a random guy. And I know TysonRick is a little odd, but I was beginning to seriously run out of characters while planning this.
The elephant thong wave; include an elephant thong in a chapter/oneshot! Do it! :D And it shall reappear! Along with a certain someone…(and no, not the watermelon. I did not turn the watermelon into a person for the purpose of this statement only).
These A/N's are always too long; I have a problem shutting up :P. But seriously, what I did to myself the other day hurts like a bitch. Ready for it? I burned my left eyelid. Yes. Cooking, oil, splatter, BIGFATBAGOFOW!
The next chapter's a good'un. I've already written a good half of it :P
