Alluring Boys, Gorgeous Times

Alluring Boys, Gorgeous Times

Summary: Tala and Kai are juniors at Warwick high. But they're not together. They're best friends. In fact, Tala feels that he's been single for too long. Like, WAY too long. So thanks to the appearance of a new sexually appealing student (don't you love how convenient this is?), Tala's nosy, messed-up friends, it makes up for an interesting year. Multiple pairings, multiple scenarios.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or any of the characters.

Warnings: Mature themes, a teensy bit OOC, and rated for teenage boys and their dirty mouths!

A/N: Oh my God, it's almost over. I feel like a bad person. And a bad writer. But on the brighter side, thank you to everybody who reviewed, I really appreciate it!

Chapter Twelve-Stunning

Bryan woke up on Saturday later than he should have. He blamed it on the plush soft bed in Oliver's guest room. Too comfortable. Not to mention there were so many guestrooms he may have gotten lost. There was actually a map behind the door. You are here

"Good morning, mon cher!" A voice sang outside his door. He opened up his eyes to see Alexander bounding in with a tray in his hands and ushering open the curtain like he was a Broadway director. Curtain call, anyone?

"Breakfast in bed!" Oliver said, skipping in. Literally skipping, his little French hat bouncing on his head. Enrique followed him inside with Johnny bringing up the lead.

"Is this a party?" Bryan grumbled, sitting up and rubbing his eyes with his fists.

"It is," Johnny said seriously, "It's a zoo. You're our new specimen."

"Eggs and bacon," Alexander declared with a flourish, "Enjoy your breakfast."

"I feel like I should be paying you," Bryan admitted to Oliver, forking some eggs in his mouth. It was delicious. Really delicious.

Oliver waved his arms around, "Nonsense, my friend. Your payment is your company."

"So Oliver told me you got disowned by your parents," Johnny said, stealing some of the bacon. "Ow! What?"

"He didn't get disowned, asshole," Enrique snapped, "He just decided to take a vacation."

"I'm probably going to end up getting disowned," Bryan muttered, "With all that's happened."

"I ran away from home once," Enrique said thoughtfully, "I'd gotten into a crapload of trouble after kissing my fourth grade teacher."

"What the fuck? You kissed your fourth grade teacher?" Johnny looked disgusted.

The Italian nodded, "Ms. Hazenavapromisbuntsa. She was way hot, dude."

"You kissed your teacher? Did you get in trouble?" Oliver picked at his cuticle, frowning.

"That's why I ran away," Enrique said empathetically, "My parents went apeshit."

"And how did Ms. Hazenoh-Hazena-Hanon-How did Ms. H. take it?"

"Ms. Hazenavapromisbuntsa was pretty cool about it. Only she told my parents. Which makes her a bitch."

Bryan was still eating his breakfast thoughtfully. It was odd how Oliver didn't even care that Enrique kissed a woman. What trust. "Did you go home?"

Enrique nodded, "Two hours later. I was hungry."

"What a wimp," Johnny scowled as Oliver laughed, "Two hours later." He turned to Bryan, "When are you planning on going home?"

Bryan was taken by surprise. He really hadn't thought about it. "I don't know," he admitted, "But I'm supposed to take my brother Ian to the hospital for a doctor's appointment."

"Go," Oliver advised it, "Don't leave your family behind. Especially not someone who looks up to you."

"When did you get so smart?" Enrique asked, shocked.

"I watch Oprah."

Bryan snorted and climbed out of bed. He was still dressed in his clothes from yesterday, hadn't showered and smelled a little funky. Great. That's just what he needs now, B.O. you can smell in goddamn Bermuda. He looked at his watch. It was 11:00. "Who sings this song?" he asked, referring to the song playing on the radio.

"Jesse McCartney," Enrique told him, "That blonde kid with the nice smile?"

"Oh yeah," Bryan smirked, "Isn't he the one who sings I don't need a man…"

"I'm not even taking that seriously," Oliver said. Johnny fell off the bed laughing, "Are you heading out?"

"Yeah, my brother's appointment is at twelve. I'm going to go now."

"Be back before twelve!" Johnny called to his retreating back. "Don't stay out too late, honey!"

Yeah right.

--

His parents were still home when Bryan walked inside. Ian, however, was on the couch reading a book. There wasn't a kid smarter or cuter than him, seriously. Bryan's heart swelled with pride. It was the book he gave him for his birthday and he was reading it for the tenth time.

"Psst, Ian." Ian's head snapped up and his face molded into a bright smile.

"Bryan!" The younger boy threw himself into his brother's arms.

"Shh, don't be so loud," Bryan whispered, "We're going for your appointment. I'll drive."

"But Mom and Dad don't know."

"They will, I'll leave them a note." He went over to the table in the foyer and scribbled a rough note down.

i've taken ian to the hospital.

he'll come back after the appointment.

don't worry.

-bryan

He folded the note and taped it the wall. His parents couldn't miss that. Then he grabbed the car keys from the table and tossed them to Ian, "Get in the car."

"You're driving?" Ian gaped, "You don't have a license."

"Technically I know how to drive, remember when Dad taught me two years ago? I just need to legally pass the test, that's all." Bryan bit his lip. Taking his younger brother to a hospital appointment by driving. Not safe, Bryan. Ignoring the little voice in his head, Bryan shooed his brother outside. "I'll be there in a second, don't be so loud."

After the door shut behind him, Bryan crept upstairs quietly. He was going to his room when he heard his parent's voices from their bedroom.

"…But really, we shouldn't be so hard on him," Lillian was saying.

"What am I supposed to do? I don't want my son to be gay!" Andre sounded distressed.

"It's not your decision," Lillian said kindly, "Bryan's made his own choice-or maybe it wasn't a choice at all. We have to learn to love him for who he is, honey, isn't that what we always taught him?"

"Yes-but…" he trailed off, frustrated, knowing his wife was right.

"I still love Bryan. Do you?"

"…"

"Andre," Bryan held his breath, "Do you?"

"…Yes," Andre finally sighed. Bryan exhaled softly, "I still love him. He's still my son, but it's so-goddamnit. I want grandkids!"

"You have Ian," Lillian pointed out, "And who said that just because he's gay Bryan can't have a kid?"

"Fine, fine, you win," her husband said, resigned, "I was wrong."

"That doesn't matter. There's somebody you should be apologizing to."

Bryan rushed downstairs, his body a lot lighter than how he had felt before. His parents were okay. Well, roughly okay, now all he had to do was give birth to a kid. How hard can that be? Shutting the front door quietly, he went to the car and opened the door. Ian was waiting on the passenger side patiently.

"Buckle up," Bryan commanded. Just because he was driving didn't mean he was irresponsible, damnit.

He started backing out of the driveway quickly. How his parents didn't hear the start of the engine was really beyond him, but Bryan assumed it was luck.

"Are you okay?" Ian asked.

"Fine," Bryan grit out, swerving a little on the road. His knuckles were white, "I just…I have to concentrate."

Ian reached over and turned on the radio. The sudden movement and noise made Bryan jump.

"Damnit Ian!" He yelped, flailing an arm, "I'm trying to drive here!"

"Mom and Dad never cared if I put on the radio with them," Ian protested.'

Bryan sighed, "Mom and Dad won't get thrown in a juvenile delinquency center if a cop sees them."

"Well maybe you shouldn't be driving."

Damn Ian and his clever brains. "I'm taking you to the hospital," Bryan reasoned, nearly running into a stop sign.

"At least when we get there we'll be fit for the emergency room."

"Oh-shut up."

The two siblings sat in silence for a while, before Ian spoke up, "Is he nice?"

"Is who nice?" Bryan asked, squinting in the rearview mirror. What the hell is that Lexus doing?

"Tala."

Bryan looked at Ian, and regretted it almost instantly when he did another dangerous swerve, "Shit. Uh, sorry. Yeah, he's…He's nice."

"Is he pretty?"

He laughed, "Is he pret-Well, I guess you can say he is. He's very good looking."

"He sounded pretty. On the phone. When he called."

"Yeah," Bryan adjusted his mirror, "Yeah, he's pretty, Ian."

"When can I meet him?"

"Soon. I hope," He whispered, "I hope soon."

Ian was silent again. He changed the channels aimlessly just to annoy Bryan. It worked. "Hey, cut that out, will you?"

"I'm bored." The younger boy complained.

"Lucky you. I'm scared shitless."

"Which is why you shouldn't be driving."

"Will you shut up?" Bryan scowled, "I like you a lot better when you're asleep."

Ian paused for a minute, taking another one of those thinking silences. Then he spoke up again, ignoring Bryan's request, "There's this girl in my class."

"Oh really? I didn't know there were such things," Bryan deadpanned.

"Ha ha," Ian replied sarcastically, "She's in my class."

"I've gathered that, what else is so interesting about this girl?"

"Well…" Ian sounded shy, "I think she's really pretty. Her name's Amy."

"Well that's great, bud, so why don't you tell her? Good looking guy like you, she can't resist you!"

"Because there's this other girl who…Likes me. And she won't leave me alone, she keeps thinking we're 'dating'." Ian sounded so disgusted Bryan almost smiled.

"Well, does she know you like Amy?"

"No."

"Why don't you tell her?"

"I'm afraid she'll pick of us and the whole class will laugh. Amy's a very poor girl, people pick on her."

"Ian," Bryan sighed, "You can't just run away from your problems like this. You have to learn to stand up to bullies, and it's mean to lead them on like that. Just tell her you're interested in Amy, and if she picks on you, well, she's just being mean. The whole class can't pick on you."

"Does it work?"

"Doesn't hurt to try," Bryan bit his lip. He hated left turns.

"What if she turns people against us?"

"So she does," Bryan shrugged, "There's always going to be people who don't like you, Ian. You have to deal with it."

"You're smart, big brother. Is that what you do?"

He stopped the car suddenly. Is that what you do…Is that what you do…? The question echoed in his head. No. That wasn't what he did. He never did that. Bryan Kuznetsov has never once in his life followed his own damn advice. He can't run away from Tala-or Whitney. He had to face to music.

A car horn beeped, "Move, you moron!"

Realizing what he was doing, Bryan started driving again. "I-I don't know how to answer that," he admitted to Ian.

"You've never done it, have you?" Ian accused.

"No," He admitted. "But we can figure something out. How about I try it out first, and then tell you if it works?"

"Deal," Ian stuck his little hand out and Bryan shook it.

BEEP. "DRIVE FASTER YOU SLOW POKE."

--

Bryan dropped Ian off at home after his appointment smoothly and thankfully, not in shock. He didn't think the younger boy would be scarred for life and never enter a car again. Bryan, however, was currently considering it. He ran all the way back to Oliver's house, flinging the gate open and ran across the lawn. He kicked the "Stay off the grass" sign out of his way as he raced to the front door.

It swung open. "What did you not see about the 'Stay Off the Grass' sign?" Alexander demanded angrily.

"Sorry, I have to use your phone," Bryan pushed past him and grabbed one of the twenty five phones Oliver owned.

He had the phone to his ear when he realized he didn't know the phone number. He slammed it shut, "Shit."

"Oi!" Alexander shouted, "Language, mon cher, language!"

Ignoring his, Bryan ran back outside, once again trampling the butler's precious daisies.

"COME BACK! YOU'RE GOING TO PLANT ALL OF THOSE AGAIN YOU DELINQUENT!"

Bryan didn't answer and just ran down the street, stopping at a mansion. He hopped the fence and landed triumphantly. That is, until the alarm started sounding. Desperately, he tried to shut it off. No such luck. Two giant men came storming out of the mansion and he backed himself against the gate.

"Who are you?" One boomed.

"Bryan Kuznetsov," he whimpered, "Don't hurt me."

"What are you doing here?"

"I just wanted…A phone number."

"Of the mistress'?"

"…No. Of her friend."

"Never jump the fence again!" The first giant roared.

"…Yes sir."

"I think we should kick him out, Crusher," the second giant looked at the one called Crusher, "He's a midget, we can squash him if we want to."

Bryan was offended, "Hey, wait a minute-"

"Right you are, Gary," Crusher scoffed, "This one can't do anything to us."

"I don't think-" Bryan didn't finish his sentence before he was picked up and thrown over Crusher's shoulder like he didn't weigh the whole 145 pounds he did, "What are you doing? You can't do anything yet! I need a lawyer! Or someone with equal power!"

The mistress of the house ran out, hair in curlers. "Oh my God, you guys!" She squealed, "What are you doing to Bryan?"

"You know this criminal?" Gary grunted. Brilliant. First Bryan was a delinquent, now he's a criminal. Really, this couldn't get better.

"Yes!" Ming Ming gushed, "He's my best friend's boyfriend."

Oh. It got worse. He'd rather be a rapist, serial killer, delinquent and criminal at the same time than be 'Ming Ming's Best Friend's Boyfriend'."

"Hm," Crusher put him down, "Nice to meet you, Ming Ming's Best Friend's Boyfriend." Oh God, it had begun.

"Yeah, Ming Ming's Best Friend's Boyfriend, we didn't know. Sorry." Gary put his head down.

"Come on inside, Bryan!" Ming Ming said, "I'll make some tea."

"Actually, that won't be necessary," Bryan said, "I just came to get something."

"Oh?" The aqua haired girl batted her eyelashes, "What is it?"

"Um…Whitney's…uh…Phone number."

Ming Ming grinned mischievously. "Planning something?" She asked saucily.

"No!" Bryan shouted, but it was too late, "It's not like that!"

"Don't worry, hun, I'll keep this a secret," She giggled, "Let me write it down for you, hang on." She ran back into the mansion.

Bryan sighed. Crap. He was screwed. Not to mention the two looming giants on either side of him, he was really getting uncomfortable. He cleared his throat awkwardly.

"So…" Crusher grunted, "Breaking up with her?"

Bryan looked at him, shocked, "We were never together." He said weakly. Then, "How did you know?"

The bigger man scoffed, "One look at you, kid, and you're gay. It's clear as daylight."

"Are you kidding me?" Bryan was appalled. His pride was shattered.

Crusher nodded, "By the way you were crying like a girl two seconds ago."

"I wasn't crying!" Bryan defended, puffing out his chest to make up for his earlier unmanliness.

Crusher snorted. Ming Ming ran out of the mansion, waving a slip of paper in her hand, "I got it!" she said triumphantly.

"Good job," Bryan muttered, "Thank you." Then he ran off her property before the girl could ask him to play dress up princess or something.

Alexander was waiting at the door when he raced back. "Well, well, well, who do we have here?" He asked angrily, "The little flower killer."

"Look," Bryan panted, "I'll replant them or something. Seriously. Let me pass, please."

"Not so fast. First you have to repeat after me," The butler said sternly.

"Oh God, what is it?"

"I will not trample anymore of Alexander's flowers."

"I will not trample anymore of Alexander's flowers." Bryan said, resignedly.

"If I should do so, I will be punished beyond compare."

"If I should do so, I will be punished beyond compare."

"Parce-que, c'est n'est pas bien."

"Uh…Pass cuss. Say nay puh…uh…b-ee-en."

"Good enough," Alexander sighed, "Get in here, you're bringing in flies."

Bryan walked inside and made beeline to the phone. Dialing in the number on the paper, he waited patiently for somebody to pick up.

"Hello?" The honey smooth voice of a woman rang through the line.

"Hi, is Whitney there?"

--

Whitney was wearing a strawberry red sweater and blue jeans when Bryan walked into the café.

"You're late," she scowled.

"Sorry," Bryan apologized.

"Whatever, I have to talk about our next date."

"Actually, uh, Whitney," Bryan started, but he was interrupted.

"Hang on, so I was thinking you could take me shopping."

"But I, um-"

"And then go watch a movie. But you gotta buy me stuff first, or I'll be pissed."

"Whitney, um-"

"And then we can go back to my place and do some good making out."

That scared him. "Whitney." He said, "Listen to me."

"And I-" She stopped, "What?"

"I don't…Really think we should see each other anymore."

A silence graced his words. Then, "What?"

Bryan had been afraid of this, "Yeah, I don't. I just don't think we're right for each other."

"Are you breaking up with me?"

"If that's what you call it, then yes," Bryan laughed nervously.

"Oh my God!" Whitney shrieked. People in the café turned to look at them, "It's because of that bitch Ming Ming, isn't it? She's stealing you from me!"

"What?! No!" Bryan protested, "Really, I'm sorry."

"Sorry? Well fuck you, Bryan Kuzintov. I hate you. We're over." And with that, she stormed out dramatically.

"…So I guess we can't be friends?"

He got kicked out.

--

TBC

Yes, my friends. The story is almost finished. Some of you may be disappointed at the crappy ending. I assure you, readers, this was how I planned it from the start, but I just can't seem to…Get it right on paper. However, I hope it was at least an enjoyable read!

Thanks for reading, again, and please review.