Snake
"Tyson, for the love of God, die already!"
"Are you kidding? I'm about to beat the record!"
"It's my turn!"
"It'll be your turn when I die."
Hilary glared at the younger boy while she heard Kenny chuckle from over where he was researching something on Dizzi. "And just what's so funny?"
"Just how you two have been using that phone to play Snake more than calling home, which, need I remind you, is what given to us in the first place."
"It's addicting." Tyson replied not even looking up from the small screen. The gang had been ecstatic when they received the phone for Kids Day, and even more so when they discovered it contained Snake II. And after Hilary had received the top score of 306 when the Tyson were sleeping, and now Tyson was determined to beat it.
Kenny exasperated, head poking over the lid of his laptop "I wouldn't know. I, unlike you two, have been using it for its purpose to get information on search engines."
"Which would explain the numerous visits to Ming Ming videos." Hilary smirked, ducking as an onion to come flying at her head. The flying onion, because Hilary ducked out of the way, hit Tyson's hands, knocking the phone to the forest floor.
His deep brown eyes full of horror, he dove to the ground, franticly looking at the screen. Unable to move his fingers to the buttons fast enough, he found his poor snake running into it's tail. With a loud beep, it was gone, and 'SCORE: 297' appeared in its place.
"I WAS SO CLOSE!" He sobbed, falling into a heap on the ground.
"YES! My turn!" Hilary exclaimed. She was about to grab the phone before Hiro snatched it up. "Hey! What's the big idea?!"
He raised an eyebrow at the angry brunette, and grabbed the still sobbing Tyson's collar. "It's lunch, you can play it when were done." Turning it off, he placed the phone into his back pocket and dragged Tyson to the table. "You have been skipping training because of this thing.''
Fuming, Hilary followed, mumbling unkind things to the coach as she went.
That night, Hilary lay in her sleeping bag, gazing at the bright summer sky. The moon was full, but her usual thoughts of it being romantic were pushed aside as she imagined a huge snake eating it. Shaking the insane vision out of her head, she chuckled to herself.
"Maybe I should give the game a break tomorrow." She mused to herself, snuggling into her sleeping bag. As she bordered the line of dreamland, a small beep and curse awoke her. "What in the world?"
"Darn it! I was so close!" Tyson wailed, slamming his head into the tree he was leaning on. "Darn it, darn it, darn it!"
"Tyson?"
The tired boy looked up with half open eyes and blinked at his confused friend, "Oh, hey Hilary. What are ya doing up?"
"I could ask you the same question." She replied, crossing her arms, "What are you doing up so late?"
"Playing Snake." He replied simply.
Hilary frowned and sat down next to him, "Tyson, don't you think you're getting a tad obsessive about this? I mean the game is fun and all, but not sleeping is going a bit to far..."
Tyson rubbed his eyes. "But Hilary, I HAVE to beat the score!"
"You HAVE to SLEEP." She replied, rolling her eyes. "Now, turn the freaking phone off, and get to bed." She picked herself up and started walked to her sleeping bag.
"Since when did you start worrying about me?"
She froze, a tiny blush appearing across her cheeks. Hilary turned around slowly to see Tyson standing, facing her with an adorable little smirk on his face.
Shaking off her blush, she crossed her arms, "I'm not worried about you. I'm worried about the phone. It needs to be charged, and we wont get to a town in a few days. What if something bad happens and we don't have any way to contact someone, because YOU wasted all the batteries? Hm?"
Tyson shrugged with a chuckle, "We've gotten into trouble without the phone before. And look, we haven't been killed yet."
"No. Chief and I haven't been killed yet. You've almost kicked the bucket more times then I can count."
He grinned and walked closer to her, making Hilary blush again, "See, you're worried about me."
She was about to counter with a witty response, but stopped herself, "Just go to sleep."
"Naw, I think I'll play Snake a little more." With that he plopped himself down in his sleeping bag, and concentrated on the screen.
Hilary growled, and covered herself with her blanket, making sure her back faced the annoying boy she called her best friend.
But, as tired as she was, and as much as she wanted to go the sleep, the thought of Tyson sitting there, not getting the sleep his body needed (and wasting the batteries, she added mentally), wouldn't let her.
With a huff she sat up, "Tyson, go to sleep!"
*Beep*
"Aw Hil, why'd ya have to go and surprise me like that?" he pouted, "You killed me."
"Watch it, or that statement might be more true then you think." With fists clenched, she snatched the phone out of his hands, switched it off, and shoved it into her bag, ignoring the amused and rather frightened look on Tyson's face.
"Wow, you just looked a lot like my kindergarten teacher right then."
Hilary sweatdroped.
"It was when I put glue in Anthony's hair during nap time. Heh, she didn't like that much."
"Tyson." Hilary sighed, "Will you ever grow up?"
He shrugged, "I am grown up."
"Oh please."
"No I am!" He insisted, "I just enjoying being a kid more."
"Right. And Dizzi is human." She rolled her eyes, "I'll believe that when I see it."
"As you wish." Tyson smirked, standing up and planting a small kiss on her cheek. Holding it there for no longer then a second, he pulled away and laid back down. "Night Hil!"
Her face a bright shade of red, she placed her hand on the spot where he had kissed her. Smiling almost dreamily, she crawled back into her sleeping bag, and closed her eyes with a sigh. "Goodnight Tyson."
The next day, the phone was forgotten.