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From Author- Thank you for those that reviewed! I hope to see more reviews on this story because I came up with some pretty interesting ideas and I hope you all think so too ^^ . So, without further ado, here is chapter 3!
The next few days have been miserable. I didn't really want to communicate with anyone because I was really upset. I would spend most of my time either practicing beyblading or practicing my figure skating routine. I had a competition coming up in a couple of weeks and I did not want to screw this up. If I win this, then I would be the number one ranked female single figure skater in Europe.
No pressure or anything, right?
So here I was, in my private ice skating rink built right next to my castle estate. I tied the laces around my ice skates and slowly glided my way to the middle of the rink. Taking a few minutes to ponder my thoughts and take a breath, I lifted my arms into the air above my head gracefully. Then, I began gliding across the ice, visualizing the roar of the crowds and the music of my performance in my head.
I started off my routine with a double axel jump and landed gracefully on one foot, skating backwards. Then, after skating for another second or two, I moved onto one of my favorite opening moves: the catch-foot position. All it is that I extend one of my feet up behind me and then bend my knee towards the back of my head. Then, I reach my hand back and hold it for a few seconds while I glide across the ice. Now, I was ready to start the real stuff.
I won't go into detail about my routine because, well, I want to save the details for the competition! Duh. But, you know my opening moves so that's good for a little sneak peek, don't you think? Oh, is that clapping for me?
No, wait….
I skidded to a stop and turned towards the sound of the clapping. Standing there was Enrique and Oliver, smiling at me. I skated over to them. "What are you guys doing here?" I asked. I hadn't seen them since my falling out with Robert the other day.
"We came to talk to you because, well, we miss you, Celina." Enrique admitted. "Yeah, I mean, you've been gone for three years then…yesterday happened and we don't hear from you so we were kind of upset. Are you mad at us too?" Oliver asked, looking sad. I looked at him then Enrique, who had a similar look on his face. Okay, now I felt bad.
"Oh guys, no! I'm not mad at you. I'm just….still hurt and upset about what happened with Robert the other day." I said and then kicked the ice angrily, remembering about that day. Enrique turned his back to the wall surrounding the ice skating rink and propped his elbows on the edge, looking at me from a side-ways glance.
"You're not the only one who's still angry…." He muttered, sighing. I looked at him and didn't even need to ask. So Robert was still peeved too, huh? "Look, Celina, I know the other day was bad but, you and Robert are best friends! We all are best friends. You can't let something like this get between the both of you." Oliver said, giving me a pleading look. I sighed.
"I know, Oliver, but I'm still upset and so is Robert. I don't know if things are going to get better with our emotions still all crazy like this." I said, skating over to one of the exits to the rink. The boys met me over there while I took off my skates and stuffed them into my bag.
"I know, Celina, but you need to give it a chance. Like Oliver said, you and Robert have history together. You can't let a stupid fight like this stop you two from being best friends." Enrique said as I stood up with my bag over my shoulder. I stood and thought about it long and hard. Before I could answer, Oliver spoke up again.
"Well, how about this? Why don't you come to my place later and I'll make a big meal for the five of us, just like old times." He said, smiling at me. I smiled back and nodded. "That sounds great, Oliver. I'll be there." I promised. Both he and Enrique grinned at me.
"Great! We'll meet up at five, how does that sound?" Oliver asked. "Sounds good to me." I said and the two said their goodbyes and headed off while I headed back to my mansion, getting out of my skating exercising outfit. I began to ponder once more about this dinner date with the rest of the boys. I mean, Robert and I have fought before in the past, I mean, who doesn't? But, this time…just, what he said, really struck deep. Well, I guess I just better grin and bear it.
I arrived at Oliver's estate a few minutes before five. Like I said before, I like to be early. I went down into the main lobby where I was sure I would find Oliver. I was right and I wasn't the first one there. Enrique was already there and was chatting it up with Oliver when I entered the room. Soon afterward, Johnny arrived and then, finally, Robert came.
You ever have that feeling where you really, and I mean really, want to get the hell out of the room you're in because of a specific person or thing but, for some reason, your feet won't listen to your brain's commands to move? Well, that's how I felt once Robert and I made eye contact. All of the helpful advice and convincing that Enrique and Oliver told me earlier just washed away like a raging waterfall once my hazel eyes bore into his brown orbs.
Slowly, ever so slowly, I saw his eyebrows go down to turn into a glare. Right afterwards, I felt my brows do the same. If this was a cartoon, we would have a lightning streak going from my eyes to his. I don't know what it was, before, I was truly willing to give it a shot to make up with him. But, something about the way he looked at me, the way his aura felt once he walked into the room just made it impossible.
This was going to be a long night.
Once everyone was there, we all sat at the dinner table, waiting for Oliver's amazing cooking. I always loved his cooking and was jealous of the fact that I couldn't cook as good as him. But, I had to learn to cook on my travels these past few years. Remember, I didn't take any of my family's luxuries with me on my trips.
Finally, dinner was served. There was every famous French dish on the table, whether it was an appetizer, an entrée, or a dessert. I decided to start with the chicken cordon bleu. As expected, it was delicious. We all sat in silence for a few minutes while we ate our fill.
"Man, Oliver, I don't know how you do it but your cooking is always phenomenal!" Johnny said, helping himself to seconds. Oliver grinned. "Thanks Johnny!" He replied, continuing to eat his food. Robert wiped his mouth before he spoke.
"Yes, I do have to agree. Your cooking is the best I've ever eaten." He complimented. Okay, this seemed to be a good time to slowly start the making up process. I mean, the tension left a little once I calmed down and got something to eat. Food always seemed to help.
"I agree." I said. The others looked at me and then looked at Robert, waiting for his reply. Robert looked up from his dish when I spoke. "So you're agreeing with me now? The self-centered and egotistical bastard?" He asked, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms over his chest. The others stopped what they were doing and looked at me to see how I would react. I casually wiped my mouth before responding.
"Hmm…I might change my answer to 'no' because agreeing with someone as low as you would stoop me down to that level." I said, glaring at the German. There were reactions from everyone else in the room at that. Oliver sighed; Enrique groaned; Johnny covered his face with his hand in frustration and Robert's eye twitched.
"Well, since you did first agree with me, that does make you as low as you think I am." Robert shot at me, returning the glare. I scoffed. "Oh, I don't think you're low, I know you're low." I shot back at him. Robert stood up from his chair after that and I copied his move.
"Well then, if you have so much to say, Miss Celina, why don't you come out and say it?" He challenged, moving around the chairs towards me. I did the same and we stopped a few feet from each other. By this time, the others had left their seats and seemed to be deciding on how to stop this fight but right now, I didn't care.
"You want me to speak my mind? Alright then. You used to be one of the most gentleman-like people I have ever met. And now, you don't even give a damn about chivalry or anyone else besides yourself for that matter! So yeah, I have every right to think you're cocky so why don't you get off your high horse and let the old Robert come back? Hmmm?" I shouted at him and with each word, Robert's anger only seemed to increase.
"People change, Celina! Have you not realized that yet? I thought maybe this three year journey taught you a little something about growing up but I can see now that you have a lot of growing up to do." Robert yelled right back, scowling at me. I gaped at him with my mouth open slightly in shock.
"Oh, don't even go there! You dare lecture me like I'm a child? You're not my father nor my mother so don't you dare go and act like them!" I cried at him. Robert was about to shoot back something, because his mouth opened up to launch a counter insult when:
"ENOUGH!" Johnny shouted from next to us. We both stopped and looked at him. Enrique and Oliver had their arms crossed and they were glaring at the both of us. Johnny stepped in between us and narrowed his eyes at us.
"This is getting ridiculous! You both are acting like a bunch of five year olds!" He shouted. "Can't you see how stupid you two are being? You guys are best friends, and best friends don't treat each other like this!" Oliver said.
"Can't you two just get along like old times? We hate to see you two fighting. So, please, try to make up." Enrique said as the three boys looked at us pleadingly. Robert and I looked at each other again but then, simultaneously, we turned away with a huff.
"Fine then, there's only one way to settle this. You two need to have a beybattle." Johnny said, making Robert and I turn back around to look at him. The others stayed silent as they waited for our responses. Finally, after what seemed like forever, we both agreed.
Next thing we knew, we were all at Oliver's private blading arena. The room not only consisted of the beydish, but also with weights, a treadmill, and other exercising equipment. Robert and I went up on either side of the dish and readied our launchers.
"Alright, you two ready?" Johnny asked, acting as referee. The both of us nodded and got into a launching stance. "Prepare to lose, Miss Alvarez." Robert said. "Highly doubt it, Jurgen." I shot back as the boys did the countdown and all of us shouted:
"LET IT RIP!"
The battle was underway. My black, brown and white beyblade hit the dish perfectly and went straight for Robert's blade. I knew it had been awhile since we battled each other but I guess that means that the both of us had the other to show just how much we've improved over the past three years.
"I'm not wasting any time here, Celina. I'll teach you to talk down to me! Griffolyon!" Robert cried as his bit beast erupted from the beyblade. The giant griffin manifested and screeched loudly as its master called him out. Robert grinned at me.
"Scared yet?" He asked. I glared. "You wish. Chakolyon!" I called out to my bit beast and my feathered companion too came out of the beyblade. Chakolyon was a giant hawk-like bird with large and beautiful wings. Her head was brown except for a small white patch on the top of her head. The brown in her body went down to around her mid-section. Past her mid-section, her feathers were black and her wings were a mixture of brown, black and white. I always thought she was the most elegant and beautiful bit beast in the world.
Robert and I began to battle it out with everything we had. Our anger towards each other raged into the bit beasts and neither of us wanted to give up. But, slowly, as we began battling harder and harder, a certain feeling took over me. This started to bring back memories of when the two of us used to battle each other all the time and try to get better. We never wanted to battle to win, we just battled for fun.
A smile broke out on my face as I gazed at Robert. His expression had also seemed to calm down since the beginning of this match. "Heh, just like old times, huh?" I said. Robert looked at our two bit beasts battling then back at me. He smiled.
"Yes, I agree. We had quite a lot of fun back then, didn't we, Celina?" He asked. I nodded. "Yeah, we did. So, why not make this one like the old battles?" I suggested. Robert smiled a little more.
"Yes, I do believe I can accept that. But, that doesn't mean I will go easy on you." He said, smirking at me. I smirked back. "If you don't, then you'd take out most of the fun." I said and from that moment on, Robert and I battled like we did years ago: for fun and for just good times. The battle really did make me think back on those old battles we used to have as kids. Sometimes, Robert would win, sometimes I would win. But, we didn't care.
Just like I truly didn't care when Robert overpowered me and beat me. Griffolyon truly was a sight to behold. I smiled and picked up my Chakolyon before putting her away in my pocket. Robert walked over to me once he retrieved his beyblade. He smiled at me but then, his face turned serious.
"I am so very sorry, Celina. Please forgive my immaturity and stupid acts." He apologized, bowing slightly to me. I stared at him, back at the three boys, who gave me a look like, "please forgive him!" and finally responded to Robert:
"On one condition…" I started, making Robert stand up straight to look at me and the other boys to groan slightly. I smiled. "You forgive me." I responded and the three boys grinned at one another. Robert smiled.
"I do believe those conditions are reasonable." He replied and the both of us began laughing. I stopped and hugged him and he slowly hugged me back. God, I was so stupid that I almost let one of my best friends slip away but I'm glad that I had my other friends to help me realized my stupidity.
From Author- So Robert and Celina made up, yay! Bout time, right? So, what will happen now? Only I know XD
Oh and if you all are wondering about Celina's bit beast. I got it from a mythical and legendary bird in folklore. It's called Chakora so you can see where I got Chakolyon from. It was a bird that was said to "reside on the beams of the moon in folklore love stories." I chose a moon based mythical creature because Celina means 'moon.' I'm not exactly sure what the bird looked like, it never gave details about the appearance, so I just chose a hawk-look-alike sort of thing.
So, just in case you guys are wondering, there you go! I do have another idea that deals with folklore/mystery for this story so you'll be reading another explanation for that said folklore tale. Anyway, hope you all liked this chapter. Please review!