Thank you so much for the reviews and kind words, I appreciate them greatly! Summer is a little out of my comfort zone so thanks to AzikaRue394 for ironing out this section to make it flow better.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.

Summer

"Hey can I talk to you for a sec?"

Hilary didn't have time to register the question. A muscular arm wrapped around her middle and urgently guided her into one of the many rooms that decorated the Japan BBA's halls. She let out a small squeal at the motion, gripping her clipboard tighter in surprise. The door clicked closed in the small boardroom that currently masqueraded as a clinical storage area. The morning sun washed the walls with its glow.

"Hi," Tyson greeted with a wide smile. He pulled Hilary further into the room by her waist before he took a seat on the edge of the abandoned board table. His hand lingered.

"You scared me," Hilary chided, hitting him in the shoulder with her clipboard. This only made his grin broaden.

"I thought you could use a break." He tugged her closer. She instinctively inhaled sharply when his lips met hers. The clipboard was held closely to her chest while her other hand met his leg now at her side. She felt his jeans under her fingertips and instantly knew he had not even been in the building long enough to change.

Hilary pulled away enough to look him in the eyes. His free hand met hers on his outer thigh, giving a gentle squeeze before loosely wrapping around her wrist.

"I've barely been here an hour." She tapped him in the chest using her clipboard with a small laugh.

Their lips connected again. The familiar rush raced through Hilary, erupting butterflies in her stomach. It was new territory for the both of them, but lately the growing need to be together like this felt stronger.

"Yeah but you didn't take your break yesterday," he reminded between kisses. Hilary could feel the smile in his kiss.

"Are you stalking me?"

"You're kinda hard to keep my eyes off of."

Hilary's hand left his thigh, instead opting to grip the opening of his jacket. Tyson's own hand mirrored her motion before dropping and wrapping both his arms around her waist. She hummed in approval as he pulled her closer.

"Tyson, I need you to read my lips." She reluctantly broke the kiss. "I am working."

He pulled a face, narrowing his eyes as if he was studying her very carefully. "I think I need a closer look."

She couldn't help but giggle as he provided her with more brief, gentle kisses. She played with his jacket, toying with the zipper between her fingers.

"Message received," Tyson whispered against her mouth, "more kissing."

"Working." Hilary emphasized her point again with her clipboard. Another gentle tap against his chest in the little space between them. Sometimes she hated being a responsible teenager. "See all this paperwork."

"Let me look at that."

Tyson snagged the clipboard from her, freeing her other hand to meet his knee absently. He made a show of reading over her notes the best he could with one hand, not wanting to sacrifice his hold on her waist.

"Don't see the problem. First thing on here says makeout with world champion boyfriend."

"You're impossible."

He discarded the clipboard behind him and wound his arms back around Hilary. She rewarded him by initiating the next kiss. Thinking he finally won, Tyson relaxed into the kiss. It did not last.

The sound of the doorknob twisting rocketed Hilary a couple feet away from Tyson. Kenny jumped not expecting to find anyone in the room. He quickly fished for the lights.

"What are you two doing in here?" Kenny asked, collecting himself. Tyson leaned back on the palms of his hands, blinking furiously at the sudden fluorescent lights.

"Working," Hilary said quickly reaching for her clipboard. Tyson gave a small chuckle as he recovered. "Going over mandatory housekeeping stuff."

"Your clipboard is upside down."

"What are you doing?" Tyson interjected. Hilary was thankful for his rescue as she shuffled her clipboard in her hands.

Kenny let out a sad sigh. "Archaic methods of record keeping," he said pointing to the filing cabinets that lined the far wall of the room. "Need some stuff from there."

"That sucks," Tyson commented.

Followed were some awkward moments of silence as Kenny searched for his needed information while Tyson and Hilary exchanged looks. Hilary's blush had thankfully subsided the next time their friend looked their way, files in hand as he made his way for the door.

"Shouldn't you be doing drills?" Kenny asked.

Tyson donned a frown at that comment and hopped off the table.

"I guess." Tyson stretched as the three teenagers left the room and entered the equally blinding hallway. He soon realized Hilary was heading in a different direction than him and Kenny. "Where you heading, Coach?"

She raised the clipboard in his direction. "Like I said, have some more housekeeping to do. Some of us work around here, Tyson."

"Yeah whatever." Tyson scoffed, rolling his eyes. He rested both of his hands on top of his head, fingers laced together. "Just don't forget our plans, Hil. Let me know when you're heading on break."