Chapter 3 Chapter 3
M'n'M: And were back!
Johnny: Reluctantly!
M'n'M: Screw you. I only invited you here as well because I let the rest of the Majestics hang out… mainly Enrique.
Enrique: Be warned! Anime-rocz-nd-u-no-it is a CRAZY me fan girl.
Oliver: We stayed with her while she wrote this chapter.
Enrique: Scary… she wrote I heart Enrique all over her pencil case.
M'n'M: I get bored in lessons…
Robert: This chapter has taken a long time. Rather uncouth.
Sasuke: Also this chapter is dedicated to Rose petal Falling Please enjoy, all for you.
Johnny: Now I will disclaim! If anime-rocz-nd-u-no-it owned beyblade it would be something like this: 'and I married Enrique. I love him. We live happily ever after while Johnny dies quietly in a hole!' … Luckily she doesn't.
M'n'M: Actually! It would be like 'I marry Enrique who is world champion and eat cherries everyday and spend cash and own yachts… While this goes on I hire a hitwoman (Jess) to push Johnny in a lake and watch him die.
Robert: Why do you not like Johnny? Last time I thought you kept taking tests that said you were most like Johnny.
M'n'M: … … … and Oliver.
Oliver: You also brought Johnny's blade of ebay!
M'n'M: Only because they don't make Amphilyon! By the way readers if you do know where to get an Amphilyon blade could you tell me… even though I'm pretty sure you can't get them.
Enrique: Now I think this is the end.
Sasuke: Enjoy the story of face the wrath of my ninja power!
Running down one of the curving stairways nearly knocking a reluctant Jeeves over Oliver rushed to find a pair of stylish shoes that would impress his lover.
"Where are they? Where are they?" Oliver was frantically turning the east-wing of his luxurious French home upside down looking for a pair of his in-famous white trainers when all of a sudden he bumped into someone.
"Have you tried your room? Remember when you declared you would always leave your shoes in your room because they'd get lost in your house otherwise." Oliver got up shaking his head lending a hand to his knocked over best friend.
"Thank you Enrique, I will look in there!" He gracefully bowed and then jolted to the other side of his house once again nearly knocking over Jeeves on that same curving staircase. Enrique sighed, why was Oliver so darn cute?
Two hours later Robert was holding a chess score of 2-0 to him when Jonny decided chess was boring and wanted to beyblade.
"So let's go train!"
5 moves to checkmate.
"We can't."
4 moves to checkmate.
"Why not?"
3 moves to checkmate.
"Oliver's not here and neither is Enrique."
2 moves to checkmate.
"Are they together?"
1 move to checkmate.
"I'm not sure, all I know is that Oliver had to go down to 'Un endroit génial française' and Enrique remains a mystery."
Jonny knocked his king over in defeated. Score: 3-0 to Robert, estimated score in around 10 hours: 17-0 to Robert, score throughout the whole year: Jonny 0.
"Another match Jonathon?"
"No, I'm gonna go see what Oliver's up to at his restaurant."
"Fine, just make sure your not caught…"
Jonny gave out a laugh, "I won't be, and after all you are dealing with THE Jonny McGregor super spy." He left the room.
"Funny, just the other day I could of sworn it was THE Jonny McGregor, Gladiator of Glasgow, not super spy."
Meanwhile, Oliver was waiting outside his restaurant looking at his as Enrique quoted 'sexy watch' anxiously. Was he late? Did Mariah turn up already and leave because he was late. Maybe she WAS offended by the fact he kissed Enrique. Or maybe it was all a dream.
"Oliver…. Oliver?" He looked up to see his pink haired woman staring with loving gentle eyes right into his.
"Ma-Mariah?" He rubbed his eyes in disbelief, she didn't leave him!
"Who else would you think it is silly, the dumb Paris Hilton?" No offence to Paris Hilton fans. Oliver giggled, one of the reasons he was so attracted to Mariah was because of her joking personality.
"So are we going in?" She let out her hand and entwined it with her boyfriends. Oliver blushed.
"Now my 'belle dame', would you like me to throw everyone out? Honestly there would be problem." Mariah blushed a deep pink, French was so romantic.
"No, that's okay. How about I get a table and wait thinking loving thoughts about you why you cook for us."
"Sure if you insist."
This certain Polanski restaurant was a deep love red color with golden drapes hanging around the windows, there were candles set at every table with small vases holding a single red rose next to them, the lights were dim and in the background their was a light melody of French opera. It was one of the most romantic indoor spots of Paris and the perfect place for Oliver to rekindle his love.
The Chinese blader sat on a chair by the window gazing into the bright sun waiting for her boyfriend to come back with some delicious French tasting food. She blushed, Oliver was so perfect, cute, funny, smart, artsy, girly, a great kisser and the best part was the fact he was French! Any girl back in china would kill to be with a European person, I mean Europe was the center of the fashion industry, it had culture screaming everywhere at you, it had a vary of mixed climates, most the best football teams were from Europe and the official European beyblade team were oh so cute!
Meanwhile with the last member of the team, P.I.M.P in training Enrique Giancarlo was set on seeing how many French girls he could score in an hour. The sun was shining and it was the most beautiful day to reach France in a very long time, if that wasn't enough to attract girls outside then the fact that the 'awsome français boutique!' was having their yearly 'Everything is 90 off!' sale to rely on. He sighed it had already been half an hour and he had only picked up four girls, two brunettes, one pink and the other a ginger, now that was his worst score ever. Deciding to give up on his quest, the blonde 14 year old heard his stomach growl indicating one thing, lunchtime!
There were so many restaurants in Paris, all owned by the Polanski industry of course, Chinese, Japanese, Italian, French, old English, Spanish, Russian, Romanian, Brazilian and the list continued. One boy, so many choices. He span around and faced a random restaurant in front of him. Well French cuisine it is then, after all when in France stuff your face full of French food then blame your sudden put on of weight on Oliver by saying he wouldn't let you leave unless you ate everything! Yep that would do, this certain restaurant was 'Un endroit génial française' which translated as 'A great French place' that funnily enough Enrique had named because Oliver hadn't been feeling very creative that day.
Back with Johnny the super spy who was now jogging down a street arrayed in colors of red, blue, lemon yellow and greens untill he found 'Un endroit génial française'. He took a breath and quietly walked on in only to be greeted by a waiter saying he did not have reservations.
"Do you not know who I am!" Johnny seemed ticked at the fact that his friend owned the restaurant and his staff had no idea who he was.
"No I do not so please get out!"
"I am THE Johnny McGregor. I am Scottish Royalty! I own more than one limousine." The waiter didn't believe him.
"Oh really, well don't you know who I am? I am James Duffy! THE James Duffy! I am an English person and own a people carrier! So stick that in your juice box and suck it!"
"I would if I had a juice box, but no I can't even buy one because you won't let me in." James sighed,
"Even if I would let you in you cannot come in because we have a dress code…" he looked the Scotsman over, "People who look like a tramp dragged through a bush backwards are NOT aloud in!"
Okay so Johnny admitted that his clothes weren't the greatest and weren't really fashionable but as a man of his class to be called a tramp dragged through a bush backwards was such an insult he would spit… if spitting wasn't so gross.
"Well… up yours you…" Johnny was about to continue when something caught his eye, a green haired person and a pink haired girl. Could it be?
"Bonaparte my pink kitten!" Oliver lifted the cover of his dish to reveal… FROGS LEGS! Mariah looked like she was about to gag when Oliver went in and brushed his lips with hers. From back at the waiters podium Johnny saw every detail! Oliver + Mariah Kissing! Someone pinch him! This couldn't be true!
"Now leave!" Johnny shook his head in disbelief, James was still on at him, if he hadn't have seen that he wouldn't have believed that!
"Fine I'm going!" Johnny huffed as he left the restaurant and started a long sprint back to the Polanski household. Robert would not believe this! As Johnny left the restaurant he ran straight into… wait for it… wait… THE ONE THE ONLY… THE HOT AND SEXY ENRIQUE GIANCARLO!
"Ouch! Johnny what the heck!" Mr. Italian Guy picked himself up and stared at his flaming haired friend in confusion.
"I thought you weren't going to run after your little smell mishap yesterday." The Scottish blader growled and thought about punching his friend but no… not in the street anyway, he'd get him later.
"Oh Enrique you have no one with you, are you meeting someone?" be nice Johnny, be nice.
"No… I was bored so I thought I'd go flash my cash at some expensive restaurant." Better not tell Johnny about the lack of female attention otherwise he'd never hear the end of it.
"Okay, okay! Have fun! I must find Robert!" With that Johnny regained his sprint and headed back to the French house.
Robert? I wonder why he wants to find Robert? I hope it's nothing… inappropriate. Enrique smirked and ran a hand through his shaggy blonde hair causing a few girls walking along to stair; it wasn't his fault he was so darn good looking.
Out of gratitude and trying not to offend Mariah swallowed the frogs legs, really traditional French, they didn't taste bad, well they actually tasted pretty good, or maybe that was just the affect staring into Oliver's lavender eyes gave. He was such a great person; she would do anything for him or do anything to have him. The pinkett gave a light blush as her and her boyfriend gave each other looks like they wanted to run out the restaurant and go make out under some tree untill something of a real shock happened! Oliver leaned in a kissed her! That gave Mariah a fright because they had never really done anything while they were together except hug and stuff… Not wanting to keep Oliver waiting she closed her eyes and returned the deep kiss with more passion lasting for what seemed like minutes, well minutes for a certain Italian who had just entered the restaurant and now had an expression like the dead fish on the fish counter at Tescos. The summer blue eyes widened in shock and horror! That pink slut was kissing… OLIVER!
"Master Giancarlo, would you be liking a table?" he span round to see the guy who had been harassing Johnny… James Duffy.
"Oh erm, no thank you… I will be leaving now!" Enrique couldn't watch it anymore! He had to get out! It was sick! It was grotesque! It was OliverxMariah! He calmly did a Michael Jackson spin and started to stalk out the restaurant past the girls who had looked at him before without doing anything as much as a wink or his famous Enrique-Giancarlo smile. Something was wrong with him; was he jealous?
Hours past and Oliver had just walked his gorgeous girl friend back to her hotel when Johnny and Robert approached him on his walk home. It was now nighttime and the moon shone beams that glistened in the contrasting starlit sky of Paris, it was the most romantic evening to stroll on, Mariah had to get back to her team though so she couldn't come out, and it was most unlikely his team mates would be together so obviously something was going on; a date maybe?
"Yo! Oliver!"
"Robert, Johnny! What are you doing here?"
"We decided we needed air. But the fact is what are YOU doing out here?"
"I was just walking Mariah back to her hotel,"
Johnny laughed!
"Mariah! That girl in the White Tigers! Why would they be in France? And why would you be walking her back?"
Oliver did something that he NEVER did, he rolled his eyes in disbelief, was Johnny that stupid? He sighed.
"Let me explain! Yes she is part of the White Tigers! They DO have lives outside of China; maybe they wanted a holiday! I was walking her back because she is my girlfriend"
Johnny let out a gasp that was really bad acting like he was surprised.
"You are!"
"Yes we are."
"Since when?"
"Since the party that a stupid blonde made me throw while our parents were away."
"Why wasn't I invited?"
"I asked him if we should but he said no."
"Enrique is on my kill list now."
Oliver rolled his eyes again
"Well if you wouldn't so mind. You to have fun." He gave a gentle smile and turned to walk away, after all he didn't want to ruin their 'us' time.
"What did I tell you? They are so together!"
"I must admit Jonathon I would never of believed it if Oliver hadn't of told me."
By now the two boys were sitting outside of a café staring into the night sky discussing issues while they waited for their drinks to arrive.
"Well what do we do now? Oliver has a girlfriend?"
"Jonathon have I ever told you about my ancestors?"
The younger blader coughed in dislike, not ANOTHER history lesson!
"No. No you have not." Was his sarcastic reply.
"Good, so now you will learn about my family. We NEVER quit and we NEVER lose! We started this so now we must end this. We will break them up and get Oliver to tell Enrique of his deep feelings for him."
It took a few minutes for Johnny to process through his small mind but when he did, boy did he have a plan.
"I HAVE IT!" he jumped up nearly knocking the waitress over.
"Here you are young sirs, your drinks are served. I hope you have a good date."
She began to walk away when Johnny started shouting at her.
"At date! A date! What do you mean a date! I would never go out with that guy he's too uptight! Plus we're both guys! I will never go out with a guy! Especially not Robert!"
"Oh I am sorry. Please excuse me."
Robert felt somewhat hurt from Johnny had just said and didn't take enough notice to hear the waitress mutter 'in denial'. He wasn't really that bad even if they were both guys. Johnny shook his head and sat back down.
"As I was saying before I was rudely interrupted. I have a plan. But we can use this plan only if you think its best Robert."
"I am sure. After all if they were both going out it would make them stronger as a team and that would make us the greatest bladders individual and together."
The Scotsman smirked.
"Perfect,"
Johnny began telling of what he had in store for him teammates while the moonlight shone down upon them both starting to make more people think they were a couple. Who knows? Maybe one day they would both become gay and fall in love? Only the near future could tell.
M'n'M: END!
Johnny: You made us all OOC,
M'n'M: I know! It's not my fault! I have been doing that in other fics recently!
Oliver: I still think it was good.
Sasuke: It was short…
Johnny: Who cares? Now M'n'M will update and we can finally leave her house.
Enrique: Aww, I was having fun.
Robert: We must train.
Enrique: Fine be that way.
M'n'M: I am REALY sorry for the long update. It won't happen again. I swear on Enrique's life.
Johnny: We better start interviewing for a new teammate then.
Robert: Ignore Johnny. Please read and review.
Oliver: Flames are welcome
Sasuke: Next time we actually have them beyblading?
M'n'M: Yes. Yes we do. So keep on the look out!
Oliver: Keep on reading and please check out the fic Realities Colliding. M'n'M, Jess and Lizzy are writing it together and would like some support. All I will tell you is that it's a crossover with Doctor Who, Vampire Knight, Deathnote, Beyblade and Naruto thrown in there.
M'n'M: Here's the Ural because I'm just cool like that: /s/4304892/1/RealitiesColliding (thats the end just type in the site and add that bit at the end) or go on my bio and click on my favorite authors ChemicalAngelx then look down what she has written for Realities Colliding. Trust me it is hilarious… then again my humor is weird…
Sasuke: And that's the end so review or feel the wrath of the only remaining Uchiha member!
