Ello y'all!! I'm FINALLY back with this story!! Heehee... took me long
enough to find the other song I wanted^_^
Vern: *rolls eyes* Ami encourages you all to try to guess which song belongs to which person, okay?
Dusk: yeah *yawn*
Ami: you can't STILL be tired!!
Dusk: I stayed up all last night because of that stupid movie that you watched...
Ami: oh... Heehee... sowwy...
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Meeting the Ol' Gang
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"Tyson! Wait up!" someone called laughing down the street. "I'm not a cheetah!!"
"You act like one on your precious track team!" someone yelled back, also laughing. "I just wanted to see how you matched up to me!"
"I don't!" a single person stopped on the sidewalk; everyone stared at her. "Now get back here!"
A few seconds later, a boy appeared next to the person; now identified as a girl.
But the many people staring at them couldn't put their finger on it where they'd seen them before...
"You okay Mariah?" the boy grinned, watching the girl trying to catch her breath.
"Does it look like I'm alright?" she said with mock joy.
The boy chuckled, and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
"Here, I'll carry you," he smiled. "Happy?"
"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," the girl glared at him.
"I know," he started walking. "It's just nice to bug you."
"Let me down you-you," she stumbled on a suitable word. "You meanie!"
"Oh grow up," was all the boy said, before starting up in a swift jog, causing the girl to have to cling to his neck. "We'll be there soon."
She bit her tongue, knowing that he'd pretend to drop her if she complained; he had done it before.
Instead, she closed her eyes and fingered the ring he gave her gently, as to not to lose it.
She imagined what the tryouts would be like, and who there she would know.
Probably no one.
She hadn't gotten to know many people.
She felt her self being let go, and she clung to his neck harder and let her feet drop to the ground.
"Do you have to do that?" she asked, stepping back just a bit to look at him; he only grinned.
"Yep," he draped his arm over her shoulder and guided her the way to the long line up for admission. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have you clinging to my neck."
"Oh shut up," she lightly punched him in the chest, and laughed when he pouted in mock hurt.
"Yes your highness," he gave a little bow. "Would you like me to go get an umbrella to shade you from the sun?"
All she could do was laugh.
The rest of the wait through the line up was spent in silence, both of them grinning about the up coming tournament.
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"We're number 312," Tyson grinned at her. "Well? Shall we go get some ice cream while we wait?"
"You buying?" he nodded. "Good; let's go."
They both smiled, walking over to the stand that had been put up for the people who were waiting.
"What will it be?" the boy behind the stand said, eyeing Mariah over; Tyson pulled her toward her protectively, and the guy looked away.
"One chocolate and one vanilla please," Mariah said sweetly, as Tyson fished in his pocket for change.
"Here," he grabbed two bowls, quickly put 3 scoops of the giving flavors in, and put them in front of the two teens. "It's on the house."
The boy gave Mariah one last look over and then cowered into a corner because of the force of Tyson's glare.
"What's this?" Mariah raised an eyebrow and took her ice cream. "Were you jealous?"
"Jealous?" he grabbed his ice cream as well and they both headed to a nearby bench. "He was checking you out! What guy wouldn't be jealous?"
"You make it sound like we're a couple," she laughed, unable to stop herself from his boyish act.
"We aren't'?" he joked. "Damn; and I was so looking forward to a good night kiss."
She almost choked on her ice cream.
"Here Tyson," she said when she was able to breathe again; she held out her hand. "You can kiss my hand."
"Why thank you Milady," he smiled, and lifted her hand to his lips; he let her hand go a second later. "It was a pleasure."
"Tyson!!" someone yelled; both of them rolled their eyes, and tried to ignore the inedible.
Max ran up to them and gave Tyson a big hug.
"It's so good to see you again!" Max smiled, and then turned to Mariah. "You too Mariah."
"You can stop yelling now Maxie," a girl can up behind him and draped her arms over his chest. "Let's go?"
"Right after I finish talking to my friends," he turned his head and kissed the girl on the cheek. "'Kay Babe?"
"Sure thing Maxie," the girl smiled suggestively, and slinked off to another bench to wait.
"You have really got to stick to one girl Max," Tyson said, standing up. "Come on Mariah, we'll grab a soda and go off to the arena, okay?"
"Sure thing Tyson," she smiled, standing up as well, letting him put his arm around her shoulder again. "Let's go."
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"What have you against Max?" she asked, sipping her drink and waiting patiently; there was only about 15 minutes before they we're up.
"It's not Max," he sighed, and laid down on the couch they were sitting on, resting his head in her lap.
"If you don't stop, people are going to think that we're together," she rolled her eyes, and went back to the subject at hand. "And if it ain't Max, then what is it?"
"That slut of his he calls a girlfriend," he said angrily.
"And what did she ever do to you?" she had never seen him this mad.
"She tried to jump me once," he said, locking eyes with her, as if for strength. "She felt me up for a second, and then suggested that we go out for dinner; I had nothing to do, so I agreed."
She couldn't believe that HE had gone out with HER.
"Go on," she nodded her head slightly, not breaking eye contact.
"We went to some fast food place," he closed his eyes, as if replaying a memory. "We ate a bit and-"
"Mariah?" someone interrupted; they both looked up, only to see the White Tigers; Lee was the one who spoke. "Never thought to see you here; and in that position none the less."
She saw Tyson grin from the bottom of her eye, and felt him reach for her hand, only to grip it tightly.
"What the matter Lee?" she knew that she would be blushing shortly. "Can't accept us?"
And cue on the blushing.
"You two are an item?" Kevin asked, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
"No Kevin," she stood up, dropping Tyson to the floor; he sat on his heels, rubbing his head. "Tyson here just likes to goof around." She sat down again, and Tyson moved to sit in the chair opposite.
"So... what are you guys doing here?" he asked them.
"Same thing as us," yet another voice interrupted; they all turned, this time only to see the BladeBreakers.
"And what are you doing here?" she asked in the same tone.
"We've been invited to watch the tournament and give the losers a vote of confidence," Lee answered; he turned to Tyson. "Guess I'll be talking to you after the tournament."
Both teams laughed, and they all filed out of the room.
"May I kill him?" Tyson asked when the room had emptied.
"Will team 312 please make their way to the arena!" a voice over the intercom said.
"After we win this thing," she smiled at him, and stood up again. "Right now we have to go to the audition."
Vern: *rolls eyes* Ami encourages you all to try to guess which song belongs to which person, okay?
Dusk: yeah *yawn*
Ami: you can't STILL be tired!!
Dusk: I stayed up all last night because of that stupid movie that you watched...
Ami: oh... Heehee... sowwy...
-
Meeting the Ol' Gang
-
"Tyson! Wait up!" someone called laughing down the street. "I'm not a cheetah!!"
"You act like one on your precious track team!" someone yelled back, also laughing. "I just wanted to see how you matched up to me!"
"I don't!" a single person stopped on the sidewalk; everyone stared at her. "Now get back here!"
A few seconds later, a boy appeared next to the person; now identified as a girl.
But the many people staring at them couldn't put their finger on it where they'd seen them before...
"You okay Mariah?" the boy grinned, watching the girl trying to catch her breath.
"Does it look like I'm alright?" she said with mock joy.
The boy chuckled, and picked her up, cradling her in his arms.
"Here, I'll carry you," he smiled. "Happy?"
"I'm perfectly capable of walking on my own," the girl glared at him.
"I know," he started walking. "It's just nice to bug you."
"Let me down you-you," she stumbled on a suitable word. "You meanie!"
"Oh grow up," was all the boy said, before starting up in a swift jog, causing the girl to have to cling to his neck. "We'll be there soon."
She bit her tongue, knowing that he'd pretend to drop her if she complained; he had done it before.
Instead, she closed her eyes and fingered the ring he gave her gently, as to not to lose it.
She imagined what the tryouts would be like, and who there she would know.
Probably no one.
She hadn't gotten to know many people.
She felt her self being let go, and she clung to his neck harder and let her feet drop to the ground.
"Do you have to do that?" she asked, stepping back just a bit to look at him; he only grinned.
"Yep," he draped his arm over her shoulder and guided her the way to the long line up for admission. "If I didn't, I wouldn't have you clinging to my neck."
"Oh shut up," she lightly punched him in the chest, and laughed when he pouted in mock hurt.
"Yes your highness," he gave a little bow. "Would you like me to go get an umbrella to shade you from the sun?"
All she could do was laugh.
The rest of the wait through the line up was spent in silence, both of them grinning about the up coming tournament.
-
"We're number 312," Tyson grinned at her. "Well? Shall we go get some ice cream while we wait?"
"You buying?" he nodded. "Good; let's go."
They both smiled, walking over to the stand that had been put up for the people who were waiting.
"What will it be?" the boy behind the stand said, eyeing Mariah over; Tyson pulled her toward her protectively, and the guy looked away.
"One chocolate and one vanilla please," Mariah said sweetly, as Tyson fished in his pocket for change.
"Here," he grabbed two bowls, quickly put 3 scoops of the giving flavors in, and put them in front of the two teens. "It's on the house."
The boy gave Mariah one last look over and then cowered into a corner because of the force of Tyson's glare.
"What's this?" Mariah raised an eyebrow and took her ice cream. "Were you jealous?"
"Jealous?" he grabbed his ice cream as well and they both headed to a nearby bench. "He was checking you out! What guy wouldn't be jealous?"
"You make it sound like we're a couple," she laughed, unable to stop herself from his boyish act.
"We aren't'?" he joked. "Damn; and I was so looking forward to a good night kiss."
She almost choked on her ice cream.
"Here Tyson," she said when she was able to breathe again; she held out her hand. "You can kiss my hand."
"Why thank you Milady," he smiled, and lifted her hand to his lips; he let her hand go a second later. "It was a pleasure."
"Tyson!!" someone yelled; both of them rolled their eyes, and tried to ignore the inedible.
Max ran up to them and gave Tyson a big hug.
"It's so good to see you again!" Max smiled, and then turned to Mariah. "You too Mariah."
"You can stop yelling now Maxie," a girl can up behind him and draped her arms over his chest. "Let's go?"
"Right after I finish talking to my friends," he turned his head and kissed the girl on the cheek. "'Kay Babe?"
"Sure thing Maxie," the girl smiled suggestively, and slinked off to another bench to wait.
"You have really got to stick to one girl Max," Tyson said, standing up. "Come on Mariah, we'll grab a soda and go off to the arena, okay?"
"Sure thing Tyson," she smiled, standing up as well, letting him put his arm around her shoulder again. "Let's go."
-
"What have you against Max?" she asked, sipping her drink and waiting patiently; there was only about 15 minutes before they we're up.
"It's not Max," he sighed, and laid down on the couch they were sitting on, resting his head in her lap.
"If you don't stop, people are going to think that we're together," she rolled her eyes, and went back to the subject at hand. "And if it ain't Max, then what is it?"
"That slut of his he calls a girlfriend," he said angrily.
"And what did she ever do to you?" she had never seen him this mad.
"She tried to jump me once," he said, locking eyes with her, as if for strength. "She felt me up for a second, and then suggested that we go out for dinner; I had nothing to do, so I agreed."
She couldn't believe that HE had gone out with HER.
"Go on," she nodded her head slightly, not breaking eye contact.
"We went to some fast food place," he closed his eyes, as if replaying a memory. "We ate a bit and-"
"Mariah?" someone interrupted; they both looked up, only to see the White Tigers; Lee was the one who spoke. "Never thought to see you here; and in that position none the less."
She saw Tyson grin from the bottom of her eye, and felt him reach for her hand, only to grip it tightly.
"What the matter Lee?" she knew that she would be blushing shortly. "Can't accept us?"
And cue on the blushing.
"You two are an item?" Kevin asked, as if he couldn't believe what he just heard.
"No Kevin," she stood up, dropping Tyson to the floor; he sat on his heels, rubbing his head. "Tyson here just likes to goof around." She sat down again, and Tyson moved to sit in the chair opposite.
"So... what are you guys doing here?" he asked them.
"Same thing as us," yet another voice interrupted; they all turned, this time only to see the BladeBreakers.
"And what are you doing here?" she asked in the same tone.
"We've been invited to watch the tournament and give the losers a vote of confidence," Lee answered; he turned to Tyson. "Guess I'll be talking to you after the tournament."
Both teams laughed, and they all filed out of the room.
"May I kill him?" Tyson asked when the room had emptied.
"Will team 312 please make their way to the arena!" a voice over the intercom said.
"After we win this thing," she smiled at him, and stood up again. "Right now we have to go to the audition."