K.F.- First I would like to thank all my reviewers. Next I would like to say sorry about the long wait. (bows apologetically) I just had a lot of …

Alba – Shit.

K.F.- (looks at alba)

Alba- what! It's true. Gowd.

K.F. – as I was saying, I just had a lot of –stuff-

Alba-(glare)

K.F.-(smirk) to take care of. And that's why I didn't update myself. My PMSing muse –

Alba- FUCK YOU!

K.F.- updated some of them for me, but I refused for her to update this one. That's because this is my first ever fic that I put up and I wanted to do it myself. Now alba if you would please?

Alba- what ever. K.F. doesn't own beyblade. (smirks) but she does own a pocket knife that she uses to –(mouth is covered)

K.F.- OK! On to the story.

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Chapter 6: kitchen problem

Last time:

" So, Tyson. How do you feel?" The genki blond asked with a smile so sweet it would make sugar sour.

"I'm fine."

"Are you sure?" He asked while stretching out the 'sure'. I mean what's his damn problem anyway? "Because you were as red as a strawberry not to long ago."

That made my face go beet red.

"Why'd you have to bring 'THAT' up! It was his damn fault!"

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"Because it's funny." Max stated trying to keep his giggling down. Yet failing miserably.

"No it's not." I told him angrily. But even my noticeable growl didn't stop him from laughing. Actually I think it made it a whole lot worse. So instead of getting even more aggravated I started to stuff my face.

When I began to eat, it was like all my worries just washed away. I was on cloud nine as I unknowingly started to moan.

"Wow, he really likes food." I heard a familiar voice say, but ignored it and kept on eating.

I moaned again as I bet into my greasy hamburger.

'Fuck, Tyson, cut that shit out. There are children around.' Said that fucking bastard. I could since his amusement. I so hated that.

'Ha ha, very funny.'

'I know.' I rolled my eyes and started to eat again.

"Hey Tyson," I heard a voice but I was to busy with my 'new found love' to care or even notice who it was that had spoke to me.

"Hey Tyson." I heard it again. I'm goanna so kick that fuckers ass for trying to distract me from… ahhhhh mmmm.

'Fucking hell Tyson are you getting a fucking hard on!'

'NOOOOOOOOOO!' I could feel that bastard of a voice getting blown away by my mighty subconscious vocals.

'Conceded much?'

"Uh Tyson," fuck man, " I know your busy with your new found love and all." I stopped, but didn't look up.

I mean what the fuck? Do I have some kind of digital thing on my head that shows these fuckers what I'm thinking? If so, then they can see that I called them fuckers. Then… why the hell are they still here?

'Because they can't read your mind baka.' Said the I'm-already-named Dran.

' Hey baka. You do remember we're in your head right?'

'How the hell could I forget?'

'Then why do you continue to try and piss me off!' Ok she didn't have to yell.

'YES THE HELL I DID!'

'Ok I get the point!"

'You better. And clean up your language it's getting on my fucking nerves.'

'Yes mom.' I told her sarcastically. She was really beginning to annoy me.

But I woke up from our little talk because of a loud 'boom'. There was smoke so we were ushered out of the school. When I got out I quickly spotted Max. He was hard to miss with all that blond hair. So I went over to him.

"Wow Tyson! Why is it that as soon as you come to our fairly boring school interesting stuff begin to happen?" He asked. I only shrugged. But I knew exactly why. I knew why the storm came, and I knew why there was an explosion. Even if I don't know what else caused it.

"What happened!" I could hear a guy's strong voice ask. He was most likely the principal, Mr. Takalakalaka. I scrunched up my face at remembering his name.

'What kind of fucking name is 'Takalakalaka' I just shrugged again. how the hell was i suppose to know?

'You got me there, man.'

" I don't know. We where making our special surprise soup when the oven just burst into flames!" I heard, I guess one of the lunch ladies, say. She sounded very frantic too.

I just sighed. I noticed Max look at me, not just him either. I also felt two or three more pairs of eyes on me. I could feel that they suspected something, but I knew. They were far from the truth.

I also knew that if they tried to figure it out, it would be the end. Ether for them or me.

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K.F.- ok guys I know that this is shorter than usual for me,

Alba- way shorter-

Danny- way, way, shorter-

S.A.- Way, way, waaaaaaaaaaaaayyyyyyyyyyyyyy shorter.

K.F.- (twitch)

S.A. –(smiles nervously)

K.F.- anyway, I have a lot going on. You know with midterms and the fact that I'm like two points from an 'A' doesn't help ether. But what ever R&R and I will totally update like this weekend if all goes well.