I'm Here to Help

Summary: Lily, being rather new to the beyblade scene, has once again not qualified for another tournament. Saddened by her lack of strength and skill to move forward, she considers giving up for good. Thankfully, she has a certain friend who's always willing to help. (Friendship/humor)

The rapid knocking on her door seemed to cause a surge of anxiety in Lily. It had already been an awful day and she certainly wasn't in the mood for visitors at the moment. The lavender haired sixteen year old girl pushed herself up from the sofa, a bit reluctant to move out of the comfortable position she'd sunk into not long ago after getting home from a long day of beyblattling. "I'm coming." She spoke, though not loud enough for whoever was banging at her door to hear. She had feeling who it was, either her sister, or one of their friends. Though she supposed there was a chance someone else could be behind the never knocking on this rainy evening. Lily sighed, pulling the door open to feel the cool breeze outside accompanied by large droplets of water raining from the sky. A familiar mess of raven locks could be seen as the young man standing before was hunched over slightly, hands on his knees and trying to catch his breath.

"I'm here to help! I ran all the way here when I heard." He panted, looking up up with blue-green eyes to the youngest of his friend group. "I heard about what happened during the qualifying rounds today." Oliver could hear Lily groan and bang her head lightly on the door frame.

"I don't want to think about that, it was so embarrassing." Oliver chuckled, standing up straight to show he had a good few inches on Lily.

"Your sister said it wasn't that bad."

"Maybe to her it wasn't, but I don't think I've suffered a defeat like that in, well, forever." Lily stepped aside, letting a soaking wet Oliver step inside and shed his jacket. "And it happened in the qualifying round, not even the actual tournament!" She huffed, leaving momentarily to grab a towel from the hall closet for the seventeen year old male. They moved to the living room, where the movie Lily had been watching continued to play. Oliver claimed a seat on the arm chair, Lily on the sofa with her blanket and bowl of popcorn still waiting for her return. "I take it you came to cheer me up?"

Oliver nodded, dumping the contents of the grocery bag he'd been holding onto the coffee table to reveal an array of junk food and sweets. "I also brought my cats." He grinned, pulling up the carrier of sit in his lap rather than the floor. Lily had failed to notice the carrier earlier and was a bit caught off guard when he revealed it.

"Why-"

"Cat's make everything better. Why do you think I have two of them?" The pale male unzipped the carrier, allowing for two furry heads to poke out curiously. "They're a little damp since I ran through the ran with them, but they'll be fine." Oliver stood up, pulling the short furred brown on out. "This is brownie." He smiled, dropping the animal by Lily's feet. Oliver was known to be a bit of a fanatic when it came to his pets, despite being rather lazy and lax about things he always seemed to have something new to tell or show the others involving his cats. Unfortunately for Lily, she was more of a dog person. "And this fella is Catzilla." The cat was rather large and very fluffy with long black fur and amber eyes.

"Catzilla?"

"Don't judge my choice of cat names." Lily rolled her eyes, unappreciative of the pun, only to feel the weight of the large cat in her lap as he seemed to of decided to rest there. A few moments of silence passed before Oliver spoke again. "See? Don't they just make you feel better and melt away whatever worries you have?"

"All I can think about is all the cat fur I'm going to be cleaning up when you leave."

"So unappreciative." Oliver joked, leading them into awkward silence. Lily had gone back to watching the t.v screen mindlessly, both cats still nuzzled up to her. She hated to admit it, but having these little warm balls of fuzz cuddling against her did make her feel fairly better.

"I know you're upset about not making it into the tournament with Emily and Jasper."

"You're participating in it as well." She reminded him with a sigh. "I never make it in." She added quietly.

"That's not true, what about last year in-"

"No."

"What about when we all were-"

"Nope."

"The one in-"

"Only Jasper made it into that one."

"Oh...well, there's always next time!"

"I know that, but no matter how hard I train and how often I try, I never make it in!" She groaned in frustration. "It's clear I'm not cut out to be a blader, I don't know why I let you guys talk me into getting into it. Lily pulled the blanket over her head, hiding from the world and Oliver.

"Don't tell me you're giving up."

"I might as well." Oliver, despite knowing how Lily could be at time, stood up. The girl was definitely good at letting things like this get into her head and hinder her ambition and drive to go forward, call it a huge flaw, but Oliver also knew the potential she had. Lily definitely wasn't the strongest like himself, or had the stamina and enthusiasm like their friend Jasper. And she certainly didn't have the amount of spirit like her older sister Emily when it came to things like this, but Oliver knew, like any other blader around, she had to have that special quality that made her unique among others.

"No you're not, I won't let you just give up!" Oliver stood, prompting Lily to pull the blanket down enough to peek out at him with a pair of azure eyes. "I came here to help you feel better, not let you quit." Oliver spoke again, dropping his stern tone to take one a more encouraging one. "Listen, I won't lie, you're not the best when it come to beyblade, but you certainly have something about you that is worth noticing."

"Thanks?" She responded, not sure if she should take that as a compliment or not.

"Look" Oliver pulled his own bey out to present to her, in response Lily did the same, holding her own Earth Cerva out to compare to Oliver's. Lily had always admired the sleek and dark colored bey that was Oliver's Midnight Ursus. "When I battle, I use and rely on a lot of brute force to get me through. But your Cerva wasn't made that way, you have remarkable balance, but not much going for you in terms of strength. I'm sure i look quite sloppy when I do battle, but Cerva and you look rather graceful out there."

"Thanks, but I don't being graceful is going to get me anywhere." Lily ran a thumb over the pale green of Cerva.

"Not if you're not using Cerva correctly. There's a strategy out there for you,you just have to find and hone in on!"

"Thanks for the encouragement Oliver, but-"

"No more buts Lily! No more excuses, you just gotta get out there and do it without thinking. Like me." Oliver grinned, "I'll even help you, every day we'll train together. You may be new to blading, but I'm gonna make you look like you've been doing for years in now time."

Lily smiled. "Thanks, that's really kind of you, but you don't have too. It's a lot of work, but I'm sre with your encouragement I can do it."

Oliver shook his head, "no, I'm your friend Lily, I'm here to help you. It's what I'm here for, so you're not going to talk me out of this." Oliver grinned, "I'm so pumped to help you, this is so great!"

Lily laughed, watching the other go on to talk about all the new idea's coming to mind. She smiled, thankful for him coming over to give her the pep talk she needed. Though, with everything the raven haired boy was saying at the moment, she couldn't help but think about what she'd just gotten dragged into. Despite this, this was glad that there was someone out there willing to help.

Well, here's a little something with my own OCs. I have a few other chapters started with some of your guy's OCs and some with more canon characters. Of these, I think two of them are AU's. Anyways, hope you guys enjoyed and see you all the next time I update.