Oooohh . . . 3rd chapter. . .ok! So Tyson thinks Kenny's legs are hot, huh?
He does need to shut up . . . Anyway, I think we should all give Max a
chance here to express himself, so he's gonna talk more here. I know some
people think it's weird and if you do please just tell moi. I wanna know
your opinion on this fic . . .
Puh-leeeezzz?
Thanks!
Sorry it took me a little bit long to post this chapter coz my grandma went abroad and we helped her with her stuff.
Did I put the disclaimer yet? Disclaim disclaim disclaim, get it? Ok, I once owned a beyblade but I don't own the show.
"words"; 'thoughts'; A/N- author's note Oh and the rated-R stuff will be on later chapters, or maybe I'll change the ratings? I don't really know how to write an R fic coz at one moment I'm motivated another I have writer's block . . . I'm starting to get shivers on my spine and really bad dreams. If you wanna suggest, just review.
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Chapter 3: Max's Point of View
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"Gosh, why does Tyson have to be so cranky? It was his fault anyway!" Max muttered. He was walking alone back to the restaurant. He was really annoyed with Tyson's behavior, as if he didn't have enough of it before.
Max talked to himself loudly (with matching hand emphasis) as he walked on the sidewalk, "Crap, I'm beginning to hate him! He's just too irresponsible! Even before! I'm just gonna ask why and how! Is that too much to ask? And he didn't give too nice a reason last time. I don't understand him! He brought me this problem and now he's running away from it. He's stupid, man! Very very very very stupid! He made trouble and let me do all the worrying. And he's such a ridiculous asshole, you're telling me."
An old man passed by him and asked, "Excuse me miss, but are you somewhat drunk? Mental?"
Max sweat drops
"Hey! That's not it, mister! I'm just talking to myself . . ." Max retorted (smiling? -_-).
"Sure, miss," the old man shrugged and walked off.
"What the--?" Max faltered, " I'm a BOY, damnit!" Max mumbled to himself. o
He continue sauntering . . . thinking, reminiscing . . .
'Ok, Max, first of all you shouldn't have agreed last night, and second, you shouldn't tell anyone yet, and third, you should be ashamed of yourself!' (A/N: Yeah! Shenny's devastated of what u did! Siegdhart*Max almost died of a heart attack!)
'What would you say if your mom finds out, huh Max?' Max continued thinking as he pushed open the restaurant door.
"Hey Max! What took you?" Kenny asked upon seeing the freckled boy.
"Huh? Oh, nothing," Max said, avoiding an unimportant conversation.
The chief shrugged.
"Anyway, Max, what did Kai mean about what he said a while ago? Come to look at it, yeah, it seems like you're kind of ignoring Tyson . . ." Ray remarked.
"Yeah, you're not talking to him," Kenny agreed.
"Hey, who asked for your opinion?" Max sprung to his own defense. (A/N: Defense, defense, that's what he always does . . .)
"It's not an opinion, Maxie, it's an observation," Kenny corrected him.
"So? Big deal," Max retorted, "And who gave you the right to call me Maxie?"
'Huh? I called him that a while ago and he didn't even bother!' Tyson questioned in thought.
"Hey, Max! It seems you're losing your smiley face touch. What's up with you?" Ray observed.
"You guys are all being too observant! What's up with YOU?" Max snapped.
"Hey, hey! Calm down! Why don't you try acting a bit like Kai for once?" Ray spoke, trying to pacify Max.
"What do you mean calm down? And Kai's attitude doesn't suit me! I don't like his attitude!" Max barked. (A/N: Excuse me Max, but Kai's attitude is what makes him cool, stupid!)
"Hey, no need to get grouchy, but how come you're so pissed off when we talk about you ignoring your best friend?" Ray asked.
"Cut the crap, shall we? End of conversation!" Max snapped.
"Hell, we would. I hate talkin to grouchy people," Ray banged his lemonade glass on the table.
Max sulked. "Sorry guys," he said, "but there's just this one thing I don't wanna talk about. Don't ask."
They all went silent.
(Ahem, the restaurant people stopped looking at the sideshow Max and the others did a while ago)
"Sure, Max, whatever," Kenny gave up. He took a big bite of his pizza slice.
"Change subject!" Tyson cut in, desperately trying to sound like his old self.
Max slumped in his chair. When Tyson talks, he'd stay quiet, he vowed to himself.
"So--uh, well, what are, um, your plans next week?" Tyson said, looking for something to talk about, to divert their attention.
"Nothin much. Cook, eat, and catch a few 'z' s . . . and blade, that's all," Ray replied.
"Yep, just nothing. I'm glad we have a worry-free week next week . . ." Kenny agreed.
Max said nothing. 'Yeah, everything's worry-free . . .for all of you, except me. Man, how I wish I could turn time backwards and go back to last night. I wish I could've resisted myself. I wish I hadn't even been in the bar in the first place. I wish I hadn't been concerned for Tyson being in a dingy bar. I wish I hadn't been concerned for him being surrounded by drunkards. I wish, I wish, I wish . . . Yeah Max, go ahead and pray shoulda woulda coulda. It's over now. It's been done with. Go and hit your head with a rock.'
"Hello? Earth to Max? I'm asking a question here," Kenny yelled, waving his hands in front of Max's face.
Max snapped back, "Oh, uh, what? Huh?"
Kenny shrugged, "I was asking you what you're gonna do next week."
"Oh," Max's voice faded. "I dunno. I don't wanna know."
He stood up and walked away.
"Um, Tyson, do you know what Max's problem is?" asked Ray.
Tyson shrugged. "Maybe."
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outside
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Max sighed. "Oh well, why can't I just be happy? I've always been. But now, I just can't get the hang of this problem. It's seven times the worrying I'm gonna have before a battle with the White Tigers, Majestics, All Stars, the Demolition Boys and Kai combined. For all I know Tyson maybe not as perplexed as I am now. There now Max, stop it. Stop saying his name, stop thinking of him! All the stuff he said and did are just running and skimming through my head. But whatever those things are, stop thinking about HIM."
Max sat on a bench. He heaved a very heavy sigh and buried his face in his arms. He whispered words to himself a mother would say to a wayward child. All his positive thinking, positive disposition, positive outlook was all gone just like that. "Just because of that stupid incident!"
Max no longer thought of himself as Max. he was no longer optimistic and his thoughts were full of regret. Tears streamed from his eyes as leaves from the nearby tree fell. He shivered, but he didn't care. He didn't mind the coldness of the near evening--he only thought of the world crashing. The only thing that could cheer him even a little, he thought, was for Tyson to just speak to him properly, forget about the incident and forgive him. "But I think there's no way he'd do that right now. I'm an idiot!"
He didn't want to talk to anyone else, not to Kai or Ray. . . he just wanted Tyson to be a little understanding.
'But,' he thought, 'maybe Kenny could help. I know he's a smart guy, and maybe he'll understand. I really don't know. . . but it's worth a try. . .'
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end Chapter 3
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Awww, poor Maxie. Oh well, Kenny IS smart, so he'd probably understand. Ahem. I'm not talking about Kenny "me", ok? Besides, I don't wanna admit I wanna be Kenny!
I think I can't continue this, but for the sake of my friends, ok I will . . . Yeah, suggestions are absolutely accepted. Ok, bye-bye for now. . .
Peace out!
j0=j0 Kenny
Sorry it took me a little bit long to post this chapter coz my grandma went abroad and we helped her with her stuff.
Did I put the disclaimer yet? Disclaim disclaim disclaim, get it? Ok, I once owned a beyblade but I don't own the show.
"words"; 'thoughts'; A/N- author's note Oh and the rated-R stuff will be on later chapters, or maybe I'll change the ratings? I don't really know how to write an R fic coz at one moment I'm motivated another I have writer's block . . . I'm starting to get shivers on my spine and really bad dreams. If you wanna suggest, just review.
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Chapter 3: Max's Point of View
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"Gosh, why does Tyson have to be so cranky? It was his fault anyway!" Max muttered. He was walking alone back to the restaurant. He was really annoyed with Tyson's behavior, as if he didn't have enough of it before.
Max talked to himself loudly (with matching hand emphasis) as he walked on the sidewalk, "Crap, I'm beginning to hate him! He's just too irresponsible! Even before! I'm just gonna ask why and how! Is that too much to ask? And he didn't give too nice a reason last time. I don't understand him! He brought me this problem and now he's running away from it. He's stupid, man! Very very very very stupid! He made trouble and let me do all the worrying. And he's such a ridiculous asshole, you're telling me."
An old man passed by him and asked, "Excuse me miss, but are you somewhat drunk? Mental?"
Max sweat drops
"Hey! That's not it, mister! I'm just talking to myself . . ." Max retorted (smiling? -_-).
"Sure, miss," the old man shrugged and walked off.
"What the--?" Max faltered, " I'm a BOY, damnit!" Max mumbled to himself. o
He continue sauntering . . . thinking, reminiscing . . .
'Ok, Max, first of all you shouldn't have agreed last night, and second, you shouldn't tell anyone yet, and third, you should be ashamed of yourself!' (A/N: Yeah! Shenny's devastated of what u did! Siegdhart*Max almost died of a heart attack!)
'What would you say if your mom finds out, huh Max?' Max continued thinking as he pushed open the restaurant door.
"Hey Max! What took you?" Kenny asked upon seeing the freckled boy.
"Huh? Oh, nothing," Max said, avoiding an unimportant conversation.
The chief shrugged.
"Anyway, Max, what did Kai mean about what he said a while ago? Come to look at it, yeah, it seems like you're kind of ignoring Tyson . . ." Ray remarked.
"Yeah, you're not talking to him," Kenny agreed.
"Hey, who asked for your opinion?" Max sprung to his own defense. (A/N: Defense, defense, that's what he always does . . .)
"It's not an opinion, Maxie, it's an observation," Kenny corrected him.
"So? Big deal," Max retorted, "And who gave you the right to call me Maxie?"
'Huh? I called him that a while ago and he didn't even bother!' Tyson questioned in thought.
"Hey, Max! It seems you're losing your smiley face touch. What's up with you?" Ray observed.
"You guys are all being too observant! What's up with YOU?" Max snapped.
"Hey, hey! Calm down! Why don't you try acting a bit like Kai for once?" Ray spoke, trying to pacify Max.
"What do you mean calm down? And Kai's attitude doesn't suit me! I don't like his attitude!" Max barked. (A/N: Excuse me Max, but Kai's attitude is what makes him cool, stupid!)
"Hey, no need to get grouchy, but how come you're so pissed off when we talk about you ignoring your best friend?" Ray asked.
"Cut the crap, shall we? End of conversation!" Max snapped.
"Hell, we would. I hate talkin to grouchy people," Ray banged his lemonade glass on the table.
Max sulked. "Sorry guys," he said, "but there's just this one thing I don't wanna talk about. Don't ask."
They all went silent.
(Ahem, the restaurant people stopped looking at the sideshow Max and the others did a while ago)
"Sure, Max, whatever," Kenny gave up. He took a big bite of his pizza slice.
"Change subject!" Tyson cut in, desperately trying to sound like his old self.
Max slumped in his chair. When Tyson talks, he'd stay quiet, he vowed to himself.
"So--uh, well, what are, um, your plans next week?" Tyson said, looking for something to talk about, to divert their attention.
"Nothin much. Cook, eat, and catch a few 'z' s . . . and blade, that's all," Ray replied.
"Yep, just nothing. I'm glad we have a worry-free week next week . . ." Kenny agreed.
Max said nothing. 'Yeah, everything's worry-free . . .for all of you, except me. Man, how I wish I could turn time backwards and go back to last night. I wish I could've resisted myself. I wish I hadn't even been in the bar in the first place. I wish I hadn't been concerned for Tyson being in a dingy bar. I wish I hadn't been concerned for him being surrounded by drunkards. I wish, I wish, I wish . . . Yeah Max, go ahead and pray shoulda woulda coulda. It's over now. It's been done with. Go and hit your head with a rock.'
"Hello? Earth to Max? I'm asking a question here," Kenny yelled, waving his hands in front of Max's face.
Max snapped back, "Oh, uh, what? Huh?"
Kenny shrugged, "I was asking you what you're gonna do next week."
"Oh," Max's voice faded. "I dunno. I don't wanna know."
He stood up and walked away.
"Um, Tyson, do you know what Max's problem is?" asked Ray.
Tyson shrugged. "Maybe."
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outside
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Max sighed. "Oh well, why can't I just be happy? I've always been. But now, I just can't get the hang of this problem. It's seven times the worrying I'm gonna have before a battle with the White Tigers, Majestics, All Stars, the Demolition Boys and Kai combined. For all I know Tyson maybe not as perplexed as I am now. There now Max, stop it. Stop saying his name, stop thinking of him! All the stuff he said and did are just running and skimming through my head. But whatever those things are, stop thinking about HIM."
Max sat on a bench. He heaved a very heavy sigh and buried his face in his arms. He whispered words to himself a mother would say to a wayward child. All his positive thinking, positive disposition, positive outlook was all gone just like that. "Just because of that stupid incident!"
Max no longer thought of himself as Max. he was no longer optimistic and his thoughts were full of regret. Tears streamed from his eyes as leaves from the nearby tree fell. He shivered, but he didn't care. He didn't mind the coldness of the near evening--he only thought of the world crashing. The only thing that could cheer him even a little, he thought, was for Tyson to just speak to him properly, forget about the incident and forgive him. "But I think there's no way he'd do that right now. I'm an idiot!"
He didn't want to talk to anyone else, not to Kai or Ray. . . he just wanted Tyson to be a little understanding.
'But,' he thought, 'maybe Kenny could help. I know he's a smart guy, and maybe he'll understand. I really don't know. . . but it's worth a try. . .'
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end Chapter 3
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Awww, poor Maxie. Oh well, Kenny IS smart, so he'd probably understand. Ahem. I'm not talking about Kenny "me", ok? Besides, I don't wanna admit I wanna be Kenny!
I think I can't continue this, but for the sake of my friends, ok I will . . . Yeah, suggestions are absolutely accepted. Ok, bye-bye for now. . .
Peace out!
j0=j0 Kenny