Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.

A/N: Oh just to let you all know, this story's rating will changed in the future from T to M for Mature for a couple of future chapters.

A/N: Also forgive me as I was trying to finish up late last night to get this out in the morning for you all.

"Ambrielle? Ambrielle...Am! Where are you?" Rory walks into the stables, trying find her blonde friend. She finally finds her shifting through grain for feed for the horses. The blond has a green bandana keeping hair out of her face along with her white t-shirt and khaki pants.

"I'm right here, what is it Rory?"

"I got a message to deliver for you. Mrs. McGregor called."

Rory watches Ambrielle stiffen up. The auburn haired girl shakes her head, putting a comforting hand on Ambrielle's shoulder.

"I don't think she knows. Besides, she wants to take you out for lunch at some nice cafe. I got the directions right here for you."

"I..." Ambrielle sighs, "I don't want to seem rude but what if she asks about me and Johnny?"

"Just tell her that things are going slow. Best that you can do," Rory frowns.

"Great," Ambrielle bangs her head to the stable wall, "I'm going to have to lie to Johnny's mother."

"Well, let's hope that she doesn't ask," Rory tries to reassure her, only with her grumbling about stupid Scots and hormones. Ambrielle clocks out early, going back to the cottage to change. Rory's cellphone vibrates, which she pulls out of her back pocket to check the text she got.

She texts back, giving the okay that Ambrielle was going to lunch.

The plan was in motion as Ambrielle took Rory's car to meet Mrs. McGregor at a very high class cafe in Glasgow. It was high class yet look so casual. Ambrielle takes a seat at the table, before she sees someone that is not Mrs. McGregor.

Johnny approaches the table. His eyes stare shyly at her, fighting for the courage to speak to her. Ambrielle immediately gets up, ready to take off only is barricade by a line of waiters.

"I'm sorry miss but Mister McGregor insisted that you stay." The head waiter looks down at her. Ambrielle grumbles about rich brats and stubborn Scots. She turns around, sitting back down in her chair.

"Just...let me talk okay?" He gets the dirty look from her, once he approaches the table.

"Fine," Ambrielle sits back, arms cross and pouting. She didn't like to be deceive but she had been avoiding him. It was only right to hear him out since Ambrielle had shut him out for days. She had to buck and mature.

"I'm sorry," was the first thing that comes out of his mouth, "for being a moron...an ass...for not understanding why you push me away. You had good reason to. That you were afraid of getting hurt again. With me with my hormones and everything, I'll stop, for your sake. I hope that we can start over, as friends. That we can try again, only this time go at your own pace."

Ambrielle couldn't say no to the boy who was all but begging on his knees. Here he was willing to give her a second chance. To have a second chance at finding happiness. She closes her eyes, trying to slow her thoughts down to a simple answer.

"I know I was a jerk for...I was hurt and I didn't hear you out so would you-"

"Yes, Johnny. I accept." Ambrielle gives him a soft slow smile. Johnny extends his hand to which she shakes.

"Great!"

While Johnny and Ambrielle have their 'date', Oliver calls a meeting for all of his friends to attend. The rest of the Majestics waited until Oliver watches the double doors open for Rory and Mikaela. Mikaela didn't look very pleased about being dragged against her will to this 'meeting'.

For some reason the boys had connected to the cameras at the cafe, watching the two chat at the cafe having lunch together. So far, Ambrielle was smiling and so was Johnny. It was a good sign for everyone.

"Damn it, why?" The outburst came out from Oliver from all people. He gets odd stares from everyone.

"Are you okay?" Enrique pokes his best friend.

"How? How is this possible?" Oliver ignores Enrique, staring at the screen before staring at Rory, "How could he...out romance me?"

"You're...getting jealous over Johnny out romancing you?" Rory flicks Oliver in the head, "are you insane?"

"N-no..."

"Are you getting jealous that someone is out competing you in the romance department?" Enrique teases.

"No..." Oliver gets looks of disbelief from all around, "fine I am."

"Geez," Mikaela stares at the screen, "at least they're talking now."

"That's the most important thing here," Rory studies the screen, watching them joke around with the food they ordered, "They're talking again...at least that's a step in the right direction."

"Yeah but who is to say-" Robert gets a look from Rory.

"I trust my gut on this one."

When Ambrielle got back from her 'date' with Johnny, Rory and Mikaela try to play it off like they weren't watching her at her lunch with Johnny, asking her questions. She tells them to not worry, that is she is willing to fix what she had broken, hoping for a good outcome this time but only on a much slower pace. Both girls accept that answer.

It wasn't until later in the day that the heat around the Highlands was becoming unbearable. Rory gets a phone call from Johnny asking her if she and the girls would like to come over for a swim. It didn't take much for him to beg for all three girls agreed to it.

Well, Mikaela and Rory did. Ambrielle disagreed at first until the girls told her how much she was complaining earlier about the heat.

The girls changed into their swim suits, taking extra clothes in case. Once they arrived to the castle, the girls were escorted to a private man-made lake on the property. The way the lake was created was to look so realistic with the nature around it. The only difference was that it was build like a giant pool.

The girls take in the beach that ran along the edge of the lake.

"Talk about having too much money," Mikaela mumbles, but not complaining. The water look so inviting.

That wasn't the only thing...

It was the first time that Mikaela and Ambrielle have seen the boys all shirtless plus dripping wet at the same time.

Rory smirks, staring at Mikaela's so obvious moment of drooling over Enrique who had just climb out of the water before regaining her composure.

"You finally made it," Johnny runs over to them, "ready to get into the water?"

"Oh my gosh, yes! It's just too damn hot not to jump in," Rory goes over to a spot in the sand to make a place for all the girls' things.

Ambrielle tries not to oogle at Johnny's bare chest or how his swim trunks hanged on his lean hips. Her eyes dart away, staring at some tree in the distance. Johnny notice she was wearing a pale green t-shirt and cut off jean shorts.

"Uh did you bring your swim suit?"

"Y-yeah, it's underneath my clothes."

"Don't worry, we'll get her in the water," Mikaela takes off her cover up, causing a stir from the four guys. Her black bathing suit was a criss cross of bands surround her body, leaving nothing to the imagination.

Rory felt awkward, especially in her two piece lavender bathing suit. The top half was a small tank top while the bottom half was a pair of short shorts. Her eyes glance at the guys before looking back at Mikaela. She lets out a sigh, knowing she had no competition when Mikaela was around. She was defiantly a beauty with all the right curves, dark hair and eyes that made men drool for her.

Ambrielle gives one look at her friends, then the water and backs away.

"Am! C'mon on in! The water is great!" Oliver calls her over from the edge of the dock. He was deck out in a pair of dark red swim trunks that look almost pink.

"N-no...thanks."

Before Ambrielle could make a get away, Mikaela and Rory strip her to her bathing suit and tosses her into the water. The blonde comes up for air with a scream, glaring at her friends on the dock.

"YOU GUYS ARE HORRIBLE!

"Sorry Am, but it was for your own good," Mikaela jumps in after her, splashing her.

Rory finally joins them, when they finally decided to drag Oliver in with them. Everyone enjoys splashing around for a while until someone gets the idea to start pulling pranks.

The first victim on Johnny's list is Robert.

Just as Robert is getting out of the water, climbing up the ladder on the side of the dock, Johnny makes his move. Once Robert is up and standing with Rory just near him about to hand him a towel, Johnny grabs a hold of Robert's foot. One little tug and a push sends the German falling into the girl.

Rory is thankful that Mikaela and Oliver sat out a couple of towels out on the dock or else she would have got splinters in her back. One minute she was handing Robert a towel then, next, she's on her back.

"I-I am so sorry," Robert heaves his weight off of her, with one hand on her shoulder and the other on the deck.

His red eyes open, staring down at the girl who was wincing yet trying to smile at him. The next thing she knows is that she's feeling something that she shouldn't be feeling. Panic is on her face with her trying to wiggle out of from under him.

Her squirming brushes her body against his, making this action result in teenage hormonal reaction happen to Robert. She stops squirming with eyes widen and face turning red.

"Get Off. Get Off. Get Off." Rory shoves Robert off of her, with him flying into the water. She gets up, running up to the beach and wrapping a towel around herself. Rory takes off to the other side of the lake, hiding from Robert.

"I wonder why he..." She takes a look over to Mikaela lying in the sun, "nevermind."

Once Mikaela coaxes Rory away from the bushes, the two girls and Oliver settle on the dock with their feet in the water.

"Hey!" A loud shout is heard with Robert running out of the water holding something in his hands, smirking. It takes a few moments for them to recognize Johnny's swimming trunks.

"Robert get back here! Okay, where is my battle axe? Robert, I'm going to maimed you, chop you up into little bits, and mailed them back to your mother," Johnny hides in the deep end of the lake.

Robert just smirking from the shore, waving the shorts tauntingly.

Ambrielle is distracted for a bit by Enrique. That's when she hears a cry from the dock, causing her to look up at the wrong moment. Johnny, in the middle of his rant and from chasing his best friend, had swam from the deep end to the shallow end and had to just stand up.

Enrique all but tried to tackled Ambrielle into the sand but he failed. He landed head first into the water.

All he accomplish...was a concussion.

While Oliver save his best friend from drowning, Rory was screaming.

"My eyes! Oh my gawd my eyes! There is no amount of therapy to fix this! Oh dear gawd, put some clothes on!"

Mikaela is just speechless, with her hand over her mouth while turning blood red. Oliver manages to drag Enrique onto the beach so he could go comfort Rory who was trying to claw her eyes out. Robert just stands there, looking at the shorts then at the panic and realizes that maybe the revenge plot he had come up with wasn't such a good idea.

Johnny had manage to steal a pail that Oliver was making sand castles with, walking up to Robert and stealing back his shorts. He walks away before he walks back, smacking Robert upside the head with the shorts before storming off.

Everyone does a collective glance.

"We never speak of this again," Rory tries splashing water on her red face.

"Agreed," Mikaela nods.

"Um guys...?" Enrique finally woke up, "I think Ambrielle needs a doctor."

"Why?" They all rush over to where Enrique had roll Ambrielle over. There was a blood trail out of her nose.

"She's bleeding," Enrique points out with Mikaela taking a extra towel, wetting it, and trying to wipe up the blood.

They all pack up to leave the beach. Rory picks up a towel, walks over to Robert, and gives him a look. He tries to open his mouth to answer only to get smack in the face with a towel.

"That...is twice that you embarrass me. Thanks a lot!" She storms off in the direction that Johnny went to.

"It's okay girls, it's going to be okay." After the whole beach fiasco, Oliver convince the girls to have a sleepover, with him invited over since none of the other boys were worthy enough to come back over to Rory's house.

"Yeah...tell that to Ambrielle," Mikaela points to the motionlessly, very quiet blonde who hasn't spoken a word since she came out of her dead faint.

"We'll have bring out the gummy bears," Rory brings out snacks up to her bedroom, where she had to dodge so Mikaela wouldn't get to them first.

Rory and Oliver try to figured out how to get Ambrielle out of her state of shock. Mikaela smirks, taking out of her phone.

"Why not show her a picture?"

"Of what exactly?" Rory dares to ask her.

Mikaela pulls out her phone, clicking it open. Sadly Oliver was prepare as he covers Rory's eyes so she wouldn't start to claw them out of again. Next thing they hear is a loud thump of Ambrielle rolling off the bed. She laid on the floor, muttering incoherent curses and words.

"My job is done," She clicks the phone close.

"How did you take a picture so fast? Without us knowing?" Oliver questions her.

The only answer Mikaela could give is a smirk. Oliver just rolls his eyes with Rory huffing and puffing.

"I can't believe Robert would do something like that! Especially around us girls! That was so embarrassing!"

"Not as embarrassing as the position you two were in earlier," Mikaela smirks, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Not. Funny," Rory glares.

"I even have a picture of that!" Mikaela brings out her phone.

"Okay," Ambrielle gets up off the floor, "conversation is over. How about we watch TV? Huh? How about a good movie? About penguins? Cute fuzzy penguins? Oliver, turn the damn TV on!"

Oliver decides to settle on a romantic comedy, to which he got groans from Mikaela and Ambrielle but was silence with a odd glare. The four settle on the bed, watching the movie. Meanwhile, back at Castle McGregor.

"Evil French Bastard," Johnny pouts at a window sill, staring at the cottage from the distance. He wasn't the only one who was pouting either.

Every time Robert goes near Johnny, the Scot reaches over and gives Robert a look that say 'I will kill you if you touch me.'

"She hates me," Robert finally blurts out.

"Oh really? Now you know how I feel," Johnny goes back to pouting.

Enrique is sitting in the corner, "why? These books are awesome."

"Enrique, go in the other room and play with yourself," Johnny has lost all sense of politeness since the incident today. He was in no mood to be nice to anyone...except Ambrielle.

"Great I just had to make a friendship pack with her and what happens next? The one thing she shouldn't have seen in a long, long time," Johnny turns around, glaring at Robert, "And you had to ruin it all!"

"I wouldn't have done anything if you hadn't trip me and make me fall on top of Lorelei," Robert glares back.

"Man up," Johnny stands up.

"But-but but," Robert stutters, not sure how to explain himself.

"So? You fell on top of her, it's not like anything really awkward..." Johnny sees the look on Robert's face, "oh you didn't."

"I couldn't help it," Robert hangs his head.

"Great! You just mind rape Rory! Not only that! She's like my baby sister! That's it, you die tonight!" He raises the battle axe over his head with Robert quickly fleeing the room.

Five minutes later...

Robert sticks his head back into the room, "maybe we should go check on Oliver."

"You mean spy on the girls?" Johnny raises his eyebrows.

"No-Yeah..." Robert sighs, feeling defeated once again.

"Sure why the hell not," Johnny gets up, grabbing a flashlight with him leaving the castle with Robert. Enrique on the other hand, was left with the romance novels.

"Are you sure this a good idea?" Robert finally asks, once the two friends reach the cottage.

"Wasn't this your idea to begin with?" Johnny just stares oddly at Robert.

"I...damn it," Robert hangs his head.

"Gawd, I pity Rory," Johnny tucks the flashlight into the back of his pants, "now be quiet or...hell I have no idea what might happen if we do cause a stir."

"Like we die," Robert feared for his life enough as it was since Rory wasn't speaking to him.

"Yeah sure," Johnny looks around, "we need a better view."

Robert is already climbing the tree, to which Johnny just stares at him. Robert looks down at him, "What?"

"Since we do you...never mind. There is so much about you that I still don't understand," Johnny follows Robert up the tree.

They get a good view of Rory's bedroom where all three girls and Oliver were at. They were all cuddled up on the bed with Oliver right in the middle. Mikaela was on one side with Ambrielle on the other, both looking very comfortable. Rory, was using Oliver's lap as a pillow.

"That evil French bastard," Johnny growls.

"Jealousy doesn't become Jonathan," Robert stares at you.

"Oh looks who is talking," Johnny stares at Robert, "you're jealous too. Why do you think we out here in the middle of the night, up in a tree, looking into her bedroom window like a couple of creepers? You. Are. Jealous."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes you are."

"No, I'm not."

"If I can admit that I'm jealous with Ambrielle in there with him, so can you, " Johnny knew Robert couldn't lie away his feelings. It was so obvious on his face.

"No..." Robert admitted it, without saying so.

"See?" Johnny pats his back, "Don't you feel better-Oh no he did not put his arm around her!"

"I am not jealous," Robert shoves him. Johnny shoves him back. The two having a shoving match before Johnny punches Robert, causing the tree branch that they are sitting on to break. It causes a loud crash, with the occupants inside the house to stir from the movie.

"What the hell was that?"

"Oliver, you're the guy. You go check it out."

"Hell no, I like to live. I got a beautiful girlfriend whom I'm seeing next week. I like to live thank you very much. You go Mikaela, you're the violent one."

"Uh no," The two turn to Rory.

"Oh yeah, real smart guys. Send out the defenseless short midget to defend the turf!"

"Oh for the love..." Ambrielle slaps her forehead, "why do I get to be the man around here?" She picks up a hockey stick from her room, with the others watching from the door way.

She stops when she hears rustling, pausing a moment. Ambrielle take a moment to have Rory hand her a flashlight.

"Why do I put up with you and your antics?" Robert is lying on his back, wincing from the pain of the fall.

"Face it Robert, without me, you wouldn't have any friends," Johnny tries to sit up, cracking his neck. That's when a beam of light shines on them. They both gulp in horror with Ambrielle standing there armed with a hockey stick.

"Give me three good reasons why I shouldn't kill the two of you."

"First reason, It was Robert's idea. Second reason, Robert's an idiot. Third reason, I'm innocent and Robert's a perv," Johnny already gave his answers, trying to look innocent as possible.

"You may go," Ambrielle turns to Robert once Johnny runs away.

"Okay, now for your three reasons," The hockey stick hands above his head.

"Uh uh...hell," The last thing Robert sees is a hockey stick coming at his face before pain and blackness. Ambrielle knocks him out, walking back inside.

"Is everything alright?" Rory asks, getting her flashlight back.

"Yes," Ambrielle puts up her hockey stick.

"Who was it?" Mikaela asks.

"A perv."

"Do we know this perv?" Oliver questions if Enrique was brave enough to venture out on his own in the darkness.

"Oh, you could say that," Ambrielle smirks, walking back upstairs to Rory's bedroom.