Chapter II – Not so Easy
[Thanks for the reviews oO; I'm not exactly used to writing these types of
fan fics... so bear with me .; Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade]
Max stirred in his sleep slightly as rays of sunlight started to seep through the blinds on his window and tickled his face, causing him to pull the blanket over his head. He yawned and reached over to find the clock on his desk to find out what time it was when someone was generous enough to tell it to him.
"It's approximately 6:53 am, Max."
The blond boy froze and looked out from the edges of the covers, his blue eyes peeking out from the shadows to see Emily standing in his room, fully dressed and ready to go as she adjusted her glasses.
"Wha-E-Emily!" Max stuttered as he sat up on bed, holding the blanket over his head as he watched her. "W-what are you doing here?"
The ginger-haired girl rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip as she shook a finger at the other beyblader. "You know why I'm here. Both you and your father picked up your mother and I at the airport last night."
Max blinked then shook his head. "No, that's now what I meant. I mean, what are you doing -here-?"
"Well, if you wanted that answer, you should have been more specific." Emily huffed. "You've overslept."
Max stared at her, looked at the clock and looked back at Emily. "... But it's not even seven in the morning!"
"Exactly" Emily stated triumphantly, causing Max to blink more. "One of your friends... I think it was Kenny... telephoned earlier to remind you that there was a practice today."
Max's back stiffened. He had completely forgotten about the team practice that Kai was still running almost everyday since he could remember being on the Blade Breakers team. He started to laugh nervously and scratch the side of his face, trying to figure out what he was going to do with Emily around.
Emily raised an eyebrow then shrugged, walking out of Max's bedroom but not without leaving a single comment before she pulled the door shut. "By the way... nice pajamas..."
Max's face started to burn and he knew it as ducked back down, ending up slipping off of the bed and hitting the floor with a thump. He pushed the blanket back onto the bed and he went to the bathroom across the hall to get a shower. After his shower he sighed, wrapping a towel around his middle as he thought to himself.
'Emily thought my p.js were cute...' He thought as he reached for the doorknob, only to see what it was turning on its own.
The door opened and Max blinked a few times, water dripping from his hair-
"AHH! Don't you know how to knock!?" Max said has he backed up a few more paces, almost falling back into the bathtub.
Emily pulled the door shut again, blinking a few times as a blush crept across her face. "... I didn't hear anything and your mother is looking for you. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Well... Well knock on the door next time!" Max said in a hurry, feeling his face burn up again.
Max waited until he heard Emily walk off and he looked down both ends of the hallway cautiously. 'Is she around every corner or somethin?'
He ducked over to his room, quickly getting dressed in fear that Emily might open the door again. After he got dressed, Max walked down the stairs as he started to do up the last buckle on his overalls then he saw his mother waiting for him in the kitchen.
"Morning, mom!" Max said cheerfully, showing a big grin as he got a glass of orange juice.
"You're up early," Judy replied, raising an eyebrow. "Any special reason?"
Max nodded, almost forgetting his hair was still wet. "Yeah. The guys and I are practicing our beyblading. I just forgot that we had a practice and if I don't get there on time, Kai is going to murder me!" Then he started drinking out of the glass.
"Well, isn't that perfect." Judy said, watching her son blink confusedly. "It's a perfect chance for you to show Emily around town for a while."
Max started to choke, for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, and covered his mouth so he wouldn't spit out the orange juice. He had to bring Emily to the practice with the rest of the guys? Max knew for a fact that it wouldn't settle well with any of them and he considered his options. He could bring Emily to practice and try to endure it while still getting some training done... with exception of Tyson's comments and Emily giving them a hard time... Or he could ditch practice, which... didn't sound very appealing either.
"It's no problem, right Max?" Judy asked again.
'I am so dead...' Max thought but he nodded in agreement with his mother.
"That's wonderful! She could use a break from her training though I'm sure Michael, Eddy and Steven are a little jealous..." Judy said in thought.
Max paled at the thought of the remainder of the All Starz team traveling to Japan with Emily and his mother. "I'm sure they are, mom."
Max made his somewhat usual bowl of cereal for breakfast and sat down at the table, eating it quietly. It was pretty uneventful and he found things strangely quiet. One moment, Emily had been around almost every corner and the now she was nowhere to be seen. He only shrugged, finishing his breakfast off rather quickly before grabbing his beyblade and running out of the house; finding Emily sitting on the doorstep.
"You took long enough." Emily stated as she stood up.
"Sorry but I usually don't get ready in five minutes flat..." Max said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. His hair was still wet but he knew that it would dry out by the afternoon. "Well... uh... I should get to practice..."
"You're not leaving me behind." Emily said, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not planning on being left behind just because your team needs... practice..."
Max half-expected that as the girl's response and continued to scratch his head a bit, averting his gaze to the hedges as he thought of something. "Okay... I guess the guys won't mind. They should be cool with it."
'They'll be cool with it alright...' He sighed mentally.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Emily already started walking towards the street.
"W-wait! Hang on, Emily! You don't know where you're going!" Max ran up to catch up with her.
"It is quite obvious that you have to show me where I'm going so... stop wasting time." Emily watched the nervous blond beyblader.
With another uneasy sigh, he put his hands in his pockets are started to walk down the street towards Tyson's home. Much to his discomfort, Emily was staying quiet for a little while. He kept his gaze towards his feet as he walked, thinking what he was going to do when he others saw Emily at their practice. After a few moments, Max raised his eyes just in time as he almost walked into Tyson. He stopped dead in his tracks, a nervous sweatdrop sliding down his face as he continued to see Tyson's shocked expression.
'Here we go...' He thought to himself as he gulped fretfully.
"What is SHE doing here?!" Tyson yelled, pointing to Emily.
"You have no manners." Emily simply stated. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that pointing is rude?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that spying on the world champions is called cheating?" Tyson shot back, still pointing accusingly to the American girl.
Max put his hand over his face and let out an exasperated sigh. It was going better than he expected... barely. "Cut it out, Tyson, we have training to do."
"Oh, no we don't!" Tyson crossed his arms. "Not with Emily around and spying on us!"
"Tyson, come on!" Max pleaded. "She's not spying on us."
"How do we know?" Tyson argued.
Emily smirked slightly as she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "You're not worth being spied on... It would be a complete waste of time and valuable hard drive space..."
... That did it...
"What?!" Tyson yelled loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. "Are you calling us amateurs?!"
"No, no, no, no..." Max shook his head and mumbled to himself.
Taking the boldest action he had since Emily arrived, he grabbed the American girl's wrist and led her past the gate to Tyson's backyard. Tyson blinked as he watched Max walk by with his eyes closed and a burning blush across the bridge of his nose. Max continued to lead Emily to the area where Kai, Kenny and Ray were standing and he could feel their odd looks staring at him. He finally let go and stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to look angry but on the inside, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack from what he just did.
"Emily!" Kenny spoke up, a little confused as well. "What a surprise. When did you get here?"
"Last night..." Emily glanced around, an eyebrow raised at her surroundings. "So this is where you train... I must say, you Blade Breakers don't have much to work with... This is almost past pathe-"
"Okay, who wants to start the first match of training?" Max cut her off nervously, a nervous grin on his face as he looked at the others.
Kai and Ray exchanged curious looks with each other before looking back at the suddenly changed Max. Ray thought back to the previous day when Max was talking on the phone with his mom and crossed his arms. Something was up...
"Somebody? Anybody?" Max started to get more nervous.
"I'll take you on, Max..." Tyson had finally decided to speak up. "But I'm not beyblading if SHE is gonna spy on us..."
"She won't! I promise!" Max waved his hands defensively.
Tyson gave another glare towards the ginger-haired girl and stepped up to the beystatium, attaching his Dragoon beyblade to the launcher. Max set his beyblade on his own launcher and held it up.
"All right! Three! Two! One-"
"Hold up!" Emily interrupted, standing near the edge of the beystadium.
Tyson and Max nearly face faulted and looked at Emily to see what she wanted.
"Your stances are horrible." Emily noted. "You both look like amateur beybladers who are learning for the first time."
"What?!" Tyson shouted for the nth time that morning. "We've always done this!"
"Not like THAT." Emily pointed at Max. "If he launches his beyblade now, it will clearly miss the dish by a good couple of inches."
Max looked down at his hands and found that Emily was telling the truth. His face flushed again in embarrassment and he shifted the aim of the launcher closer to the beystadium.
"Honestly..." Emily sighed and put her hands on her hips. "If I wasn't here, you guys would be making complete fools of yourselves. Now if you could beyblade like Kai, there wouldn't be any problems..."
Max sighed again, looking at the ground in disappointment. Emily was comparing him to Kai and that comment sort of dampened Max's spirits.
"Hey, back off!" Tyson snapped. "Who died and made you queen of the beyblading world?!"
"We all have our own styles, Emily..." Ray said, noticing the blond's unhappiness. "We all make some mistakes sometimes too."
"I am simply pointing out the carelessness in your techniques. They are obviously flawed and it creates a bigger chance for failure." Emily glared towards Tyson and the other Blade Breakers. "You obviously don't want my help then there's no point in me wasting my time here!"
Emily huffed and turned away, walking out the yard as she ignored Max. "H- hey! Emily, wait!"
"Just leave her..." Kai muttered.
"No, you don't understand." Max said nervously as he ran after Emily. "Emily, wait! Hang on!"
He caught up to her walking away from Tyson's property and he stepped in front of her, his hands held up defensively.
"Come on, Emily! You know Tyson wouldn't mean it that way!" He said quickly.
"I was only trying to help..." Emily seemed saddened as she looked off to the side.
"I-I know! Tyson's just being himself." Max reassured her. "Just come back... please?"
He gulped nervously, watching Emily's face as he waited for an answer. When the other looked at him, he couldn't help the blush that crossed his face once again. She was actually looking at him without being her normal stubborn self... for the moment.
"P-Please...?" Max asked again.
[Whee... Sorry for the lack of updatedness and whatnot... I think I'll leave the chapter off right there XD evil cackle Oh, and any typos are probably missed as usual x.x]
[Thanks for the reviews oO; I'm not exactly used to writing these types of
fan fics... so bear with me .; Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade]
Max stirred in his sleep slightly as rays of sunlight started to seep through the blinds on his window and tickled his face, causing him to pull the blanket over his head. He yawned and reached over to find the clock on his desk to find out what time it was when someone was generous enough to tell it to him.
"It's approximately 6:53 am, Max."
The blond boy froze and looked out from the edges of the covers, his blue eyes peeking out from the shadows to see Emily standing in his room, fully dressed and ready to go as she adjusted her glasses.
"Wha-E-Emily!" Max stuttered as he sat up on bed, holding the blanket over his head as he watched her. "W-what are you doing here?"
The ginger-haired girl rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip as she shook a finger at the other beyblader. "You know why I'm here. Both you and your father picked up your mother and I at the airport last night."
Max blinked then shook his head. "No, that's now what I meant. I mean, what are you doing -here-?"
"Well, if you wanted that answer, you should have been more specific." Emily huffed. "You've overslept."
Max stared at her, looked at the clock and looked back at Emily. "... But it's not even seven in the morning!"
"Exactly" Emily stated triumphantly, causing Max to blink more. "One of your friends... I think it was Kenny... telephoned earlier to remind you that there was a practice today."
Max's back stiffened. He had completely forgotten about the team practice that Kai was still running almost everyday since he could remember being on the Blade Breakers team. He started to laugh nervously and scratch the side of his face, trying to figure out what he was going to do with Emily around.
Emily raised an eyebrow then shrugged, walking out of Max's bedroom but not without leaving a single comment before she pulled the door shut. "By the way... nice pajamas..."
Max's face started to burn and he knew it as ducked back down, ending up slipping off of the bed and hitting the floor with a thump. He pushed the blanket back onto the bed and he went to the bathroom across the hall to get a shower. After his shower he sighed, wrapping a towel around his middle as he thought to himself.
'Emily thought my p.js were cute...' He thought as he reached for the doorknob, only to see what it was turning on its own.
The door opened and Max blinked a few times, water dripping from his hair-
"AHH! Don't you know how to knock!?" Max said has he backed up a few more paces, almost falling back into the bathtub.
Emily pulled the door shut again, blinking a few times as a blush crept across her face. "... I didn't hear anything and your mother is looking for you. I didn't mean to interrupt."
"Well... Well knock on the door next time!" Max said in a hurry, feeling his face burn up again.
Max waited until he heard Emily walk off and he looked down both ends of the hallway cautiously. 'Is she around every corner or somethin?'
He ducked over to his room, quickly getting dressed in fear that Emily might open the door again. After he got dressed, Max walked down the stairs as he started to do up the last buckle on his overalls then he saw his mother waiting for him in the kitchen.
"Morning, mom!" Max said cheerfully, showing a big grin as he got a glass of orange juice.
"You're up early," Judy replied, raising an eyebrow. "Any special reason?"
Max nodded, almost forgetting his hair was still wet. "Yeah. The guys and I are practicing our beyblading. I just forgot that we had a practice and if I don't get there on time, Kai is going to murder me!" Then he started drinking out of the glass.
"Well, isn't that perfect." Judy said, watching her son blink confusedly. "It's a perfect chance for you to show Emily around town for a while."
Max started to choke, for the second time in less than twenty-four hours, and covered his mouth so he wouldn't spit out the orange juice. He had to bring Emily to the practice with the rest of the guys? Max knew for a fact that it wouldn't settle well with any of them and he considered his options. He could bring Emily to practice and try to endure it while still getting some training done... with exception of Tyson's comments and Emily giving them a hard time... Or he could ditch practice, which... didn't sound very appealing either.
"It's no problem, right Max?" Judy asked again.
'I am so dead...' Max thought but he nodded in agreement with his mother.
"That's wonderful! She could use a break from her training though I'm sure Michael, Eddy and Steven are a little jealous..." Judy said in thought.
Max paled at the thought of the remainder of the All Starz team traveling to Japan with Emily and his mother. "I'm sure they are, mom."
Max made his somewhat usual bowl of cereal for breakfast and sat down at the table, eating it quietly. It was pretty uneventful and he found things strangely quiet. One moment, Emily had been around almost every corner and the now she was nowhere to be seen. He only shrugged, finishing his breakfast off rather quickly before grabbing his beyblade and running out of the house; finding Emily sitting on the doorstep.
"You took long enough." Emily stated as she stood up.
"Sorry but I usually don't get ready in five minutes flat..." Max said sheepishly, scratching the back of his head. His hair was still wet but he knew that it would dry out by the afternoon. "Well... uh... I should get to practice..."
"You're not leaving me behind." Emily said, putting her hands on her hips. "I'm not planning on being left behind just because your team needs... practice..."
Max half-expected that as the girl's response and continued to scratch his head a bit, averting his gaze to the hedges as he thought of something. "Okay... I guess the guys won't mind. They should be cool with it."
'They'll be cool with it alright...' He sighed mentally.
"Then what are we waiting for?" Emily already started walking towards the street.
"W-wait! Hang on, Emily! You don't know where you're going!" Max ran up to catch up with her.
"It is quite obvious that you have to show me where I'm going so... stop wasting time." Emily watched the nervous blond beyblader.
With another uneasy sigh, he put his hands in his pockets are started to walk down the street towards Tyson's home. Much to his discomfort, Emily was staying quiet for a little while. He kept his gaze towards his feet as he walked, thinking what he was going to do when he others saw Emily at their practice. After a few moments, Max raised his eyes just in time as he almost walked into Tyson. He stopped dead in his tracks, a nervous sweatdrop sliding down his face as he continued to see Tyson's shocked expression.
'Here we go...' He thought to himself as he gulped fretfully.
"What is SHE doing here?!" Tyson yelled, pointing to Emily.
"You have no manners." Emily simply stated. "Didn't your mother ever tell you that pointing is rude?"
"Didn't your mother ever tell you that spying on the world champions is called cheating?" Tyson shot back, still pointing accusingly to the American girl.
Max put his hand over his face and let out an exasperated sigh. It was going better than he expected... barely. "Cut it out, Tyson, we have training to do."
"Oh, no we don't!" Tyson crossed his arms. "Not with Emily around and spying on us!"
"Tyson, come on!" Max pleaded. "She's not spying on us."
"How do we know?" Tyson argued.
Emily smirked slightly as she closed her eyes and adjusted her glasses. "You're not worth being spied on... It would be a complete waste of time and valuable hard drive space..."
... That did it...
"What?!" Tyson yelled loud enough to wake up the whole neighborhood. "Are you calling us amateurs?!"
"No, no, no, no..." Max shook his head and mumbled to himself.
Taking the boldest action he had since Emily arrived, he grabbed the American girl's wrist and led her past the gate to Tyson's backyard. Tyson blinked as he watched Max walk by with his eyes closed and a burning blush across the bridge of his nose. Max continued to lead Emily to the area where Kai, Kenny and Ray were standing and he could feel their odd looks staring at him. He finally let go and stood there with his arms crossed over his chest. He seemed to look angry but on the inside, he felt like he was going to have a heart attack from what he just did.
"Emily!" Kenny spoke up, a little confused as well. "What a surprise. When did you get here?"
"Last night..." Emily glanced around, an eyebrow raised at her surroundings. "So this is where you train... I must say, you Blade Breakers don't have much to work with... This is almost past pathe-"
"Okay, who wants to start the first match of training?" Max cut her off nervously, a nervous grin on his face as he looked at the others.
Kai and Ray exchanged curious looks with each other before looking back at the suddenly changed Max. Ray thought back to the previous day when Max was talking on the phone with his mom and crossed his arms. Something was up...
"Somebody? Anybody?" Max started to get more nervous.
"I'll take you on, Max..." Tyson had finally decided to speak up. "But I'm not beyblading if SHE is gonna spy on us..."
"She won't! I promise!" Max waved his hands defensively.
Tyson gave another glare towards the ginger-haired girl and stepped up to the beystatium, attaching his Dragoon beyblade to the launcher. Max set his beyblade on his own launcher and held it up.
"All right! Three! Two! One-"
"Hold up!" Emily interrupted, standing near the edge of the beystadium.
Tyson and Max nearly face faulted and looked at Emily to see what she wanted.
"Your stances are horrible." Emily noted. "You both look like amateur beybladers who are learning for the first time."
"What?!" Tyson shouted for the nth time that morning. "We've always done this!"
"Not like THAT." Emily pointed at Max. "If he launches his beyblade now, it will clearly miss the dish by a good couple of inches."
Max looked down at his hands and found that Emily was telling the truth. His face flushed again in embarrassment and he shifted the aim of the launcher closer to the beystadium.
"Honestly..." Emily sighed and put her hands on her hips. "If I wasn't here, you guys would be making complete fools of yourselves. Now if you could beyblade like Kai, there wouldn't be any problems..."
Max sighed again, looking at the ground in disappointment. Emily was comparing him to Kai and that comment sort of dampened Max's spirits.
"Hey, back off!" Tyson snapped. "Who died and made you queen of the beyblading world?!"
"We all have our own styles, Emily..." Ray said, noticing the blond's unhappiness. "We all make some mistakes sometimes too."
"I am simply pointing out the carelessness in your techniques. They are obviously flawed and it creates a bigger chance for failure." Emily glared towards Tyson and the other Blade Breakers. "You obviously don't want my help then there's no point in me wasting my time here!"
Emily huffed and turned away, walking out the yard as she ignored Max. "H- hey! Emily, wait!"
"Just leave her..." Kai muttered.
"No, you don't understand." Max said nervously as he ran after Emily. "Emily, wait! Hang on!"
He caught up to her walking away from Tyson's property and he stepped in front of her, his hands held up defensively.
"Come on, Emily! You know Tyson wouldn't mean it that way!" He said quickly.
"I was only trying to help..." Emily seemed saddened as she looked off to the side.
"I-I know! Tyson's just being himself." Max reassured her. "Just come back... please?"
He gulped nervously, watching Emily's face as he waited for an answer. When the other looked at him, he couldn't help the blush that crossed his face once again. She was actually looking at him without being her normal stubborn self... for the moment.
"P-Please...?" Max asked again.
[Whee... Sorry for the lack of updatedness and whatnot... I think I'll leave the chapter off right there XD evil cackle Oh, and any typos are probably missed as usual x.x]