A/N: xD s'all good now. WELCOME BACK 8'D guess who had four cups of coffee today!? MEEEEEE!

Annoying talking animal:: OHHH I thought you could see every plot twist coming! Muwahaha?

Kagzii: AHHA! I knew it was somewhat confusing O thank you very much for reviewing!

Warnings: Uh….I really can't think of anything that hasn't been previously mentioned.

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

A Careless Whisper - Chapter 23

Sometimes I just don't understand where people are coming from. I find it difficult to step out and into their world. Trying to figure out how others must be feeling and why they feel that way…well, it's not really my forte. So right now I'm sitting in the hallway, leaning against the locked bedroom door and trying to figure out where Ray is coming from. I finally figured out why he's been all upset and really? It floors me that he can even think about something like that. I mean…as far as he knows Meikayla was never really my girlfriend so I shouldn't have to formally break up with her.

Right? Ignore the fact that I said 'as far as he knows' because it isn't important.

…

Alright so it's pretty important but..what he doesn't know can't hurt him right? So why add fuel to the fire by telling him that for the past 10 years I've been engaged to her.

That's right.

I'm engaged to Meikayla.

And there's no way I can change that.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -Tyson Granger's POV- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Do you know what it's like to be confined to a bed for days on end?

Do you know what it's like to be confined to a bed for days on end with a beautifully abused blond taking care of you?

It's actually pretty wonderful.

Though I haven't gotten much rest since..well..you know. The whole kitchen show-down between myself and Kai. I've been thinking. Yes. I've spent DAYS thinking. And so far my mind keeps coming up blank. Anyway like I said, Max has been taking really good care of me (though im not sure why he cares) and it's been making it more difficult to come up with a solution to my entire situation.

The situation?

I beat Max

Frequently.

I get enjoyment out of it.

But I love him.

Don't give me that look. I know how I feel. I really do love him. I love talking to him, cuddling him (fucking him but SHHH you didn't hear that one from me) and just being with him. I just all around love everything that has to do with Max.

So im more than confused now.

Because this is going to end up destorying us and that's the last thing I want.

I can't go a day without him.

I frowned at the mere thought of never seeing him again.

He's my world.

Sighing and ignoring the weird stare I was receiving from the previously mentioned blond, I closed my eyes.

So why can't I stop hurting him?

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Kenny's POV- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

I'm not naïve.

Don't get me wrong here, I don't know every little detail.

But I do know the basics and those are frightening enough. (and somewhat scaring, if I do say so myself).

So much as happened in the last three months that I just don't know what to do with myself. First we find out Kai has been living a lie, then he starts dating Ray (amongst other things) and then Max tried to kill himself (im still not sure why..) and THEN I discover that Tyson and Max have something going on which then turns out that it's an oddly abusive relationship (maybe that's why?) but THEY SAY THEY LOVE EACH OTHER. Well, I don't doubt Max. But Tyson…eh…im starting to think he needs shrink.

Anyway, and now, today, just a few short days from Christmas, a weird package arrived.

And guess who it's for?

Right.

Kai.

There isn't a return address but the word IMPORTANT is stamped all over it so im going to go with my gut feeling and say that it's important. Deciding to give it to him now, rather than later I marched upstairs to find Kai sitting in the hallway, looking very dead. Frowning, I looked him over once. Unwashed and unstyled hair. Pajamas on. He must have been sitting there for awhile. Wonder why he isn't in his room…

Opening my mouth, I received a half-hearted glare.

"Don't ask."

Closing my mouth, I nodded.

"Right." without a word I handed him the "important" package and left him to it. Though I have to admit my curiosity was killing me. Grabbing Dizzi from the coffee table, I settled onto the couch.

'I hope he tells me what was in there.'

TBC…

A/N: that was pretty easy to right. AND THE PLOT DEVELOPMENT CONTINUES. Please read and review.