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Love and Blading

Hilary's POV

Max must have been either in a major bad mood, or upset, or both. Wait, third option correct. He was in a bad mood because Tyson didn't wake him up, and I have no idea why he was upset. Maybe he wanted to Blade in peace.

He has been acting weird. Maybe I should ask him what's wrong. That's it, I'll just go ask. Or will it seem too obvious that I like him? Oh, stuff it. If he knows, then I can put myself out of my misery. Well, I can see that Tyson and Tai don't seem to be worrying, they are too busy 'discussing Beyblade tactics'. Pur-lease, if they are talking about Beyblading tactics, I'll eat Mystical, my bitbeast. She is a purple Eagle.

Anyway, have you noticed when I think about stuff, most of it is about Max? Oh well, I was about to go ask him what's wrong, wasn't I? I had better go then.

Normal POV

Hilary walked across the lounge towards Max's bedroom. "What are you doing?" asked Tyson.

"Yeah, what are you doing, Hilary?" asked Kai.

"Trying to find out what's wrong with Max, starting with trying to get whatever it is out of him," said Hilary.

"Why is that bothering you then?" asked Tai, being all typical.

"And my business should bother you why?" Hilary retorted, clearly annoyed.

Then Hilary stalked off, and opened Max's bedroom door.

"What got into her?" asked Tai.

"No idea," said Rei.

"Who cares?" said Tyson; wanting to get back to the private conversation he and Tai were sharing.

"Oh well," said Rei in defeat, "Max'll make her either feel better or worse. Let's hope better."