A/N: This came to be in about fifteen minutes so I apologize if it's not that good or up to my usual standard. I simply had a few spare moments, thought of a cute idea, and put myself to work.
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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Blunder
Mariam's cheeks were tinged a dusty shade of pink. Not only was she standing in front of a crowd of people in a very non-Mariam-like attire, but Max was standing across from her, holding her hands in a death grip. Poor thing. He looked petrified and overcome with emotion.
Their eyes were locked in a fervor of blissful uncertainty.
Max's blush equaled, if not exceeded, hers. This was embarrassing. In all the pressure, stress, and emotion he'd forgotten, with little hope of remembering in time for his blunder to not be noticed, the most important thing. He'd never live this down.
Mariam leaned forward in the most inconspicuous way possible to whisper in Max's ear.
"You're supposed to say 'I do'."
A/N: Not bad for fifteen minutes? I should really be working on my oneshots (two MaxMariam ones coming up in the future) but I thought you deserved something sooner.
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P.S.: I'd like to ask anyone reading this if they have any requests for a drabble they'd like to see (not that I don't have an overload of ideas of my own). I'll gladly write you one as a thanks for reading and enjoying my work. Even if you're reading and not reviewing, I'd love to hear from you.
P.P.S: Don't worry Sanich Iyonni. I haven't forgotten about your pending request; it's being worked on. Though that doesn't mean you can't ask for another one as well.