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Disclaimer: *still crying* I DON'T OWN BEYBLADE! I just own a bed, Beyblade DVDs, Tv, DVD player, and computer with a printer......
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Dear Journal Which Is The Most Screwed Journal In The World,
Yes, little Johnny is actually able to control himself enough to write in you, after what happened last night. But I believed I handled what happened today very maturely.
STORY TIME!
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"Master Johnny? Are you awake Master Johnny?"
Damn that maid! Even though she was kind to check up on me, it was still to early for me to wake up! Even if I did wake up, I would have to go out of the safety of my castle wing (or part of the castle) and see Robert.
Damn him.......
Why did he have to get drunk?!
Why did he have do to something that made me replace my love for him with darkness?!
"Master Johnny! You're crying!" the maid stated as she leaned over me and brushed away my tears with her soft hands. If only she was 15 years younger, and I was not gay, I would of happily asked her to marry me.
She had the appearance of an angel with her dark chocolate hair falling over her shoulders and down onto the white bed sheets. (I kick the bed spread off when I sleep somehow) She also had extremely beautiful sterling blue eyes of all time. A smile also graced her face nearly every time I saw her. She mainly also wore her maid outfit that consisted of a white button up blouse, black skirt, and black dress shoes.
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She really was an angel I believed. To come into my room, push her Master out of the room literally, and to help me by comforting me like my mother would have.
To bad I don't see mine as often as I see this maid, that's why I decided to refer the maid as my own mother. She has always been there to care for me, even when I didn't notice. Like when those Bladebreakers got the win over us, she was there to tell me that I did my best and that I was the strongest blader she ever known which boosted up my confidence knowing someone really did like my blading.
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Damn the fact that I'm a ful-fledge gay. How do I know, girls flirt with me when I have to go shopping with Oliver to help him carry all his bags full of paint supplies. I'm not really affected by the girls at all. They just grabbed my hand and write their phone numbers down on it and with "Call me, Alicia" under their numbers before I can protest.
I remember one shopping trip, I had more phone numbers than Enrique ever had in his life. For some damned reason, girls just like me. But I never looked at them, I always looked at the bastard whenever he came with us.
Just watching him as he watched me struggle to protest with a girl every 10 minutes who was busy talking about something I didn't know, most likely dumb t.v. shows that I didn't watch. And to make it more embarressing, when a girl writes on the palm of my hand, I laugh. I just plain old laugh because me palm is ticklish. Oliver knows that I'm ticklish there so he always threatens to write his phone number down on my hand with "Call me, Oliver" written under it if I don't do whatever he tells me to do.
Forceful guy, huh?
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Very forceful Oliver his. He threatened to do that if I didn't take him to that movie Titanic...... AS A DATE!
I laughed and laughed aslong as I could, but I gave in. He was about to draw what he called "Bunnies" all over my palm if I didn't obeyed, but I did. IT WAS PERMANENT MARKER! Of course I would!
But I relaxed more that night. Damn Oliver looked good in leather jeans, they just showed his curves nicely. Of course, before we went, I had to excuse myself and ran to the bathroom.....
I felt an oncoming nosebleed....
It wasn't only the jeans that caused it! A black tank top which showed his arms nicely. He also had his green girly-ish hair tied up and covered by a bandana so he looked more like a guy.....
A dead sexy guy in my opinion....
If only Robert was dead before that whole 11 year old thing I would of crushed on Oliver. And I would of stood a chance of getting with him too!
I later learnedfrom Enrique that Oliver really did like me back then and was really looking forward to dating me. I took that very seriously and flat out told Oliver I liked someone else...
Poor little guy, he probably felt the same way I feel right now.....
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"Master Johnny, would you like to leave for home early?" the maid asked as I opened my eyes to look at her. I probably looked so hurt with my eyes half opened and crying.
But the maid, she just took me into her arms again and tried to calm me down.
"Please let me leave, please," I asked her, putting my head in the crook of her neck and hugged her like a little boy. I could tell she was smiling for some reason as she hugged me closer like for protection. She wanted to protect me like a mother would do for her son, never wanting harm to come to her little boy.
"Of course you can leave, no one is making you stay! Would you mind if I already packed your stuff and set them in the mainhall?" she asked as I smiled. She was truely an angel.
I pulled away from the loving embrace and looked her straight in the eye, smiling.
"Thank you, Miss thank you," I said politely as she rubbed my head like a toddler.
"Okay, now get dress, brush your hair and teeth. Don't want you walking around showing off your boxers, Dead Sexy," she joked as I looked down and felt heat rising to my face. I forgot to pull my pants back up and button them up. Now she knew I wore Enrique type underwear!
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," she told me as she got up and left me to get dressed.
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Okay, I believe that moment has made my top Most Embarressing Moment Of All Time............
She saw me wearing Dead Sexy boxers! DEAD SEXY BOXERS!
........... Damn Enrique for giving them to me.........
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It took me only a few minutes to get dressed, pull my pants up and get them buttoned, brush my teeth and hair. Also to gete my favorite bandana into my hair and to leave the room for what I was hoping would be the last time.
Only problem is if Enrique or Oliver saw my bruised cheek.(My face you perverts!) I can't possibly say "Oh, this bruise! I got it from last night when Robert got his ass drunk and tried raping me while I was handcuffed to my bedpost! Yes, Robert actually did get drunk!"
Well, that might work, but I don't think Robert is good enough to die from Enrique and Oliver's wrath. No, he should live with the fact he almost raped his former best friend. Yeah, that should be the only punishment he's worthy of.
I finally made it to the main hall, and well damnit!
There they are...
All of team Majestic, waiting for me by the door. Except for Robert....
He's busy sitting on pillowed windowsill ten feet from the door. He actually looks saddened. Probably from the fact he didn't get the job done!
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I still believe that was why, even now!
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"Johnny, why are you leaving?" Oliver asked me as a I reached the group. Apparently his question brought Mr. Rapist from his thoughts to look at me.
His eyes, his beautiful eyes bore into me; I could feel the gaze upon me.
"I really don't want to talk about it," I calmly stated to Oliver, trying to ignore the gaze which became more intense.
"Johnny," Enrique stated, giving me one of those stern looks. He most likely found out what happened because his facial expression softened. "Get back home safely, and remember to call and write us so Oliver won't panick."
"I won't panic!"
"Yes you would Oliver. You panicked when I didn't come back from shopping right on the dot. And I was only 3 minutes later," the blonde protested as Oliver just glared at him and kept his mouth shut.
"Johnny?"
I was to busy caught up with the fact that I was laughing innocently at Enrique's and Oliver's little arguement that I didn't notice that Robert had managed to sneak up on us.
I just simply looked at the purple-haired one as he just looked into my eyes, as usual.
"Enrique, Oliver, can you please leave for a few moments?" he asked as Enrique just simply glared at him. Oh, he knew perfectly clear what happened last night in my room as he and Oliver were busy fucking on that table I guess. Oliver on the other hand grabbed Enrique's arm and started to drag him into a side room. Probably to be looking through the keyhole.
As soon as they were gone and door shut, I decided to break the silence.
"What do you want?" I asked, no demanded him coldly. So cold, he shook for a moment before regaining himself. I never spoken to him like that before.
"Johnny, I'm so so sorry for what I did. I let myself get drunk and hurt you," he said, voice gentle as he brought up his left hand and gentle stroke my right cheek (Okay pervs you better know it was my facial cheek) where the bruise was. After a moment of registering what he was doing, I pulled away from the warmth of his finger-tips.
Why did they feel so warm to me, warmer then usual?
"Johnny, please stay. We don't want you to leave us now. Please stay here with Oliver, Enrique, and hopefully me," he started as he took a step forward, closing whatever comfortable distance I had between us away.
"Robert-"
"Johnny, no. Please stay with us. With me. I love you Johnny, I truely do," he stated as his finally closed the gap between us, lips to lips.
I can hear Oliver giggling the next room over and Enrique just stuttering as Robert wrapped his arms around my waist.
Me you ask? I was just standing there, facial expression never changing from the stern one I had before. And here was the guy I ONCE loved, gently kissing me and telling me that he loved me. Guess what, I don't feel the same way.
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I swear, right here, right now, on Salamulyon that I really did feel the love he put into that one only and final kiss. I remember the feeling perfectly.
All I showed towards whoever was looking/spying *cough*Oliver*cough*Enrique*cough* was a expression of pure hate.
But why didn't I hate it on the inside?
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"Master Johnny, it's time to go!"
I gladly broke away from the loving embrace to see the maid. I really wish I knew her name, it would be much easier to call her that instead of maid everytime.
"Be right there," I called back to her as I looked back to see Robert who managed to get back to his windowsill. He looked even more hurt......... YEAH! Mission accomplished! Well, almost. I want to see him disappear but that'll most likely never happen....
"Johnny!"
I looked over to see Oliver running at me full speed. Houston, we have a problem, THE GREEN HAIRED ALIEN DOESN'T KNOW THE MEANING OF BREAKS!
"OLIVER!" I shouted as the little guy jumped on me which cause both of us to go down. That however, resulted in one not such a great position of him sitting ontop of me. Enrique and passing servants laughed or giggled looking at us.
"Oliver! He's just going home! You can always visit him! You know how to get to his house!" Enrique laughed as he pulled Oliver up and off of me, for which I was thankful for. That kid is heavy!
"But-but-but.......... I DON'T WANT HIM TO GO!" Oliver cried ever so girlish as he hugged me when I got back to my feet. This resulted in heat rising to my face.
I looked over at Robert to see how he was reacting. Oh! Oh my god Robert! Do I see jealousy written in giant red letters under the word Rapist on your forehead?!
I looked over at Enrique next to see hints of jealousy in his eyes too. SHIT! If you like the little kid TAKE HIM! He's cutting off my circulation!
"Oliver, please let go. I promise to call you twice a week," I bargained as Oliver, satisfied, let go of me.
"Okay, but if you don't, I will hunt you down make you feel ultimate guilt," he joked as my maid approached us.
"Come on Johnny, you don't want to miss your flight now do you?"
"No, I don't," I told her as she guided me to the giant oak wood door. Damn it was big.
"Come on, we might make it to the airport in time at this rate," she said, literally pushing me through the door way, down the steps, and to the limo. It was Enrique's, I could tell. The whole "PLAR4LF" liscense plate really gave it away. It was true, he shall remain a player for life.
As I was pushed into the car, the maid following (to make sure I would be okay) I turned around and looked back at the castle. I saw Enrique and Oliver standing in the doorway, waving.
And then towards the window. There he was, Robert, sitting there. Even through tinted windows, I could tell, he was crying. YEAH! Go me! Go Me! Feel the pain Robert and you may feel as hurt as I do!
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I never did feel sorry that I made my former love cry. Nor did I feel the pain of leaving my only friends behind.
The maid put her arm around me in the limo as I leaned on her from the lack of sleep. But I never could sleep. Everytime I closed my eyes, I would see the image of Robert and I kissing while hearing the words "I love you, Johnny. I truely do" ringing throughout my mind. It'd hurt whenever I heard it...
But why am I thinking of someone who I absolutely hate?
I guess I'll never know.
Right now, I'm sitting on a plane, writing to you.
The only lie I'm telling you right now, is that I'm not going home. No, I'm going to Poland with team Demon. They were very gracious to see me, all of them, even the one that had their ass kicked by me.
Apparently, they said they saw me sitting in a waiting chair looking sad and lonely, questioned me, and then invited me to come back home with them.
I felt uncomfortable at first. They were all men, four very good looking men in my opinion. The only one that bothered me was the one who had purple-hair and dark blue eyes. But he didn't did look as good as Robert for Robert had that special something I don't know.
But this one, who called himself Robby (what a coincedence) had silverish streaks in his hair which kinda hanging down over his eyes. (which reminded me of Tyson's hair for some reason) But the eyes looked just the same as Robert's which haunted me. But I guess I can put that aside cause Robby was just so kind to me, along with the other team members, Lance, Daemon, and Mizu.
How could I say no?
I really could, but for some reason when Robby outstretched his hand to lead me to their private jet, I saw Robert.
That's why I couldn't say no...
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YAY! Done yet again! I just want to thank all the people that reviewed! THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME! And this will be a chapter story! BUT DON'T WORRY! There will be no girls in this story falling in love with Kai or Rei if they appear in this story. I don't like those stories......
REVIEW!
Disclaimer: *still crying* I DON'T OWN BEYBLADE! I just own a bed, Beyblade DVDs, Tv, DVD player, and computer with a printer......
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Dear Journal Which Is The Most Screwed Journal In The World,
Yes, little Johnny is actually able to control himself enough to write in you, after what happened last night. But I believed I handled what happened today very maturely.
STORY TIME!
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"Master Johnny? Are you awake Master Johnny?"
Damn that maid! Even though she was kind to check up on me, it was still to early for me to wake up! Even if I did wake up, I would have to go out of the safety of my castle wing (or part of the castle) and see Robert.
Damn him.......
Why did he have to get drunk?!
Why did he have do to something that made me replace my love for him with darkness?!
"Master Johnny! You're crying!" the maid stated as she leaned over me and brushed away my tears with her soft hands. If only she was 15 years younger, and I was not gay, I would of happily asked her to marry me.
She had the appearance of an angel with her dark chocolate hair falling over her shoulders and down onto the white bed sheets. (I kick the bed spread off when I sleep somehow) She also had extremely beautiful sterling blue eyes of all time. A smile also graced her face nearly every time I saw her. She mainly also wore her maid outfit that consisted of a white button up blouse, black skirt, and black dress shoes.
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She really was an angel I believed. To come into my room, push her Master out of the room literally, and to help me by comforting me like my mother would have.
To bad I don't see mine as often as I see this maid, that's why I decided to refer the maid as my own mother. She has always been there to care for me, even when I didn't notice. Like when those Bladebreakers got the win over us, she was there to tell me that I did my best and that I was the strongest blader she ever known which boosted up my confidence knowing someone really did like my blading.
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Damn the fact that I'm a ful-fledge gay. How do I know, girls flirt with me when I have to go shopping with Oliver to help him carry all his bags full of paint supplies. I'm not really affected by the girls at all. They just grabbed my hand and write their phone numbers down on it and with "Call me, Alicia" under their numbers before I can protest.
I remember one shopping trip, I had more phone numbers than Enrique ever had in his life. For some damned reason, girls just like me. But I never looked at them, I always looked at the bastard whenever he came with us.
Just watching him as he watched me struggle to protest with a girl every 10 minutes who was busy talking about something I didn't know, most likely dumb t.v. shows that I didn't watch. And to make it more embarressing, when a girl writes on the palm of my hand, I laugh. I just plain old laugh because me palm is ticklish. Oliver knows that I'm ticklish there so he always threatens to write his phone number down on my hand with "Call me, Oliver" written under it if I don't do whatever he tells me to do.
Forceful guy, huh?
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Very forceful Oliver his. He threatened to do that if I didn't take him to that movie Titanic...... AS A DATE!
I laughed and laughed aslong as I could, but I gave in. He was about to draw what he called "Bunnies" all over my palm if I didn't obeyed, but I did. IT WAS PERMANENT MARKER! Of course I would!
But I relaxed more that night. Damn Oliver looked good in leather jeans, they just showed his curves nicely. Of course, before we went, I had to excuse myself and ran to the bathroom.....
I felt an oncoming nosebleed....
It wasn't only the jeans that caused it! A black tank top which showed his arms nicely. He also had his green girly-ish hair tied up and covered by a bandana so he looked more like a guy.....
A dead sexy guy in my opinion....
If only Robert was dead before that whole 11 year old thing I would of crushed on Oliver. And I would of stood a chance of getting with him too!
I later learnedfrom Enrique that Oliver really did like me back then and was really looking forward to dating me. I took that very seriously and flat out told Oliver I liked someone else...
Poor little guy, he probably felt the same way I feel right now.....
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"Master Johnny, would you like to leave for home early?" the maid asked as I opened my eyes to look at her. I probably looked so hurt with my eyes half opened and crying.
But the maid, she just took me into her arms again and tried to calm me down.
"Please let me leave, please," I asked her, putting my head in the crook of her neck and hugged her like a little boy. I could tell she was smiling for some reason as she hugged me closer like for protection. She wanted to protect me like a mother would do for her son, never wanting harm to come to her little boy.
"Of course you can leave, no one is making you stay! Would you mind if I already packed your stuff and set them in the mainhall?" she asked as I smiled. She was truely an angel.
I pulled away from the loving embrace and looked her straight in the eye, smiling.
"Thank you, Miss thank you," I said politely as she rubbed my head like a toddler.
"Okay, now get dress, brush your hair and teeth. Don't want you walking around showing off your boxers, Dead Sexy," she joked as I looked down and felt heat rising to my face. I forgot to pull my pants back up and button them up. Now she knew I wore Enrique type underwear!
"Don't worry, your secret's safe with me," she told me as she got up and left me to get dressed.
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Okay, I believe that moment has made my top Most Embarressing Moment Of All Time............
She saw me wearing Dead Sexy boxers! DEAD SEXY BOXERS!
........... Damn Enrique for giving them to me.........
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It took me only a few minutes to get dressed, pull my pants up and get them buttoned, brush my teeth and hair. Also to gete my favorite bandana into my hair and to leave the room for what I was hoping would be the last time.
Only problem is if Enrique or Oliver saw my bruised cheek.(My face you perverts!) I can't possibly say "Oh, this bruise! I got it from last night when Robert got his ass drunk and tried raping me while I was handcuffed to my bedpost! Yes, Robert actually did get drunk!"
Well, that might work, but I don't think Robert is good enough to die from Enrique and Oliver's wrath. No, he should live with the fact he almost raped his former best friend. Yeah, that should be the only punishment he's worthy of.
I finally made it to the main hall, and well damnit!
There they are...
All of team Majestic, waiting for me by the door. Except for Robert....
He's busy sitting on pillowed windowsill ten feet from the door. He actually looks saddened. Probably from the fact he didn't get the job done!
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I still believe that was why, even now!
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"Johnny, why are you leaving?" Oliver asked me as a I reached the group. Apparently his question brought Mr. Rapist from his thoughts to look at me.
His eyes, his beautiful eyes bore into me; I could feel the gaze upon me.
"I really don't want to talk about it," I calmly stated to Oliver, trying to ignore the gaze which became more intense.
"Johnny," Enrique stated, giving me one of those stern looks. He most likely found out what happened because his facial expression softened. "Get back home safely, and remember to call and write us so Oliver won't panick."
"I won't panic!"
"Yes you would Oliver. You panicked when I didn't come back from shopping right on the dot. And I was only 3 minutes later," the blonde protested as Oliver just glared at him and kept his mouth shut.
"Johnny?"
I was to busy caught up with the fact that I was laughing innocently at Enrique's and Oliver's little arguement that I didn't notice that Robert had managed to sneak up on us.
I just simply looked at the purple-haired one as he just looked into my eyes, as usual.
"Enrique, Oliver, can you please leave for a few moments?" he asked as Enrique just simply glared at him. Oh, he knew perfectly clear what happened last night in my room as he and Oliver were busy fucking on that table I guess. Oliver on the other hand grabbed Enrique's arm and started to drag him into a side room. Probably to be looking through the keyhole.
As soon as they were gone and door shut, I decided to break the silence.
"What do you want?" I asked, no demanded him coldly. So cold, he shook for a moment before regaining himself. I never spoken to him like that before.
"Johnny, I'm so so sorry for what I did. I let myself get drunk and hurt you," he said, voice gentle as he brought up his left hand and gentle stroke my right cheek (Okay pervs you better know it was my facial cheek) where the bruise was. After a moment of registering what he was doing, I pulled away from the warmth of his finger-tips.
Why did they feel so warm to me, warmer then usual?
"Johnny, please stay. We don't want you to leave us now. Please stay here with Oliver, Enrique, and hopefully me," he started as he took a step forward, closing whatever comfortable distance I had between us away.
"Robert-"
"Johnny, no. Please stay with us. With me. I love you Johnny, I truely do," he stated as his finally closed the gap between us, lips to lips.
I can hear Oliver giggling the next room over and Enrique just stuttering as Robert wrapped his arms around my waist.
Me you ask? I was just standing there, facial expression never changing from the stern one I had before. And here was the guy I ONCE loved, gently kissing me and telling me that he loved me. Guess what, I don't feel the same way.
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I swear, right here, right now, on Salamulyon that I really did feel the love he put into that one only and final kiss. I remember the feeling perfectly.
All I showed towards whoever was looking/spying *cough*Oliver*cough*Enrique*cough* was a expression of pure hate.
But why didn't I hate it on the inside?
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"Master Johnny, it's time to go!"
I gladly broke away from the loving embrace to see the maid. I really wish I knew her name, it would be much easier to call her that instead of maid everytime.
"Be right there," I called back to her as I looked back to see Robert who managed to get back to his windowsill. He looked even more hurt......... YEAH! Mission accomplished! Well, almost. I want to see him disappear but that'll most likely never happen....
"Johnny!"
I looked over to see Oliver running at me full speed. Houston, we have a problem, THE GREEN HAIRED ALIEN DOESN'T KNOW THE MEANING OF BREAKS!
"OLIVER!" I shouted as the little guy jumped on me which cause both of us to go down. That however, resulted in one not such a great position of him sitting ontop of me. Enrique and passing servants laughed or giggled looking at us.
"Oliver! He's just going home! You can always visit him! You know how to get to his house!" Enrique laughed as he pulled Oliver up and off of me, for which I was thankful for. That kid is heavy!
"But-but-but.......... I DON'T WANT HIM TO GO!" Oliver cried ever so girlish as he hugged me when I got back to my feet. This resulted in heat rising to my face.
I looked over at Robert to see how he was reacting. Oh! Oh my god Robert! Do I see jealousy written in giant red letters under the word Rapist on your forehead?!
I looked over at Enrique next to see hints of jealousy in his eyes too. SHIT! If you like the little kid TAKE HIM! He's cutting off my circulation!
"Oliver, please let go. I promise to call you twice a week," I bargained as Oliver, satisfied, let go of me.
"Okay, but if you don't, I will hunt you down make you feel ultimate guilt," he joked as my maid approached us.
"Come on Johnny, you don't want to miss your flight now do you?"
"No, I don't," I told her as she guided me to the giant oak wood door. Damn it was big.
"Come on, we might make it to the airport in time at this rate," she said, literally pushing me through the door way, down the steps, and to the limo. It was Enrique's, I could tell. The whole "PLAR4LF" liscense plate really gave it away. It was true, he shall remain a player for life.
As I was pushed into the car, the maid following (to make sure I would be okay) I turned around and looked back at the castle. I saw Enrique and Oliver standing in the doorway, waving.
And then towards the window. There he was, Robert, sitting there. Even through tinted windows, I could tell, he was crying. YEAH! Go me! Go Me! Feel the pain Robert and you may feel as hurt as I do!
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I never did feel sorry that I made my former love cry. Nor did I feel the pain of leaving my only friends behind.
The maid put her arm around me in the limo as I leaned on her from the lack of sleep. But I never could sleep. Everytime I closed my eyes, I would see the image of Robert and I kissing while hearing the words "I love you, Johnny. I truely do" ringing throughout my mind. It'd hurt whenever I heard it...
But why am I thinking of someone who I absolutely hate?
I guess I'll never know.
Right now, I'm sitting on a plane, writing to you.
The only lie I'm telling you right now, is that I'm not going home. No, I'm going to Poland with team Demon. They were very gracious to see me, all of them, even the one that had their ass kicked by me.
Apparently, they said they saw me sitting in a waiting chair looking sad and lonely, questioned me, and then invited me to come back home with them.
I felt uncomfortable at first. They were all men, four very good looking men in my opinion. The only one that bothered me was the one who had purple-hair and dark blue eyes. But he didn't did look as good as Robert for Robert had that special something I don't know.
But this one, who called himself Robby (what a coincedence) had silverish streaks in his hair which kinda hanging down over his eyes. (which reminded me of Tyson's hair for some reason) But the eyes looked just the same as Robert's which haunted me. But I guess I can put that aside cause Robby was just so kind to me, along with the other team members, Lance, Daemon, and Mizu.
How could I say no?
I really could, but for some reason when Robby outstretched his hand to lead me to their private jet, I saw Robert.
That's why I couldn't say no...
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YAY! Done yet again! I just want to thank all the people that reviewed! THAT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME! And this will be a chapter story! BUT DON'T WORRY! There will be no girls in this story falling in love with Kai or Rei if they appear in this story. I don't like those stories......
REVIEW!