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It was so special because I not only got reviews from four nice people; I got a review form Penguin Pop her/his self! Penguin Pop, you are my all-time favorite author and I strive each and every chapter to be half as good as yours! When I opened your review I flipped and started crying! So pleeeeeeaaaase keep reviewing!!! And I dedicate this chapter to you!
Now I'm going to take the advise of another one of my reviewers and do a disclaimer this time, just to cover my ass and not get sued by anyone!
{::Disclaimer:: I do not own Beyblade, or dead people. So there. Go ahead and try to sue me now!!! MA HA!}
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Max sat up on his bed and looked out the window. The sky was black and dotted with little white stars. Max sniffed back tears as he remembered how Hillary had once told him that she loved watching the stars at night. He it his lip and slid under the covers, finding some refuge from the harsh reality of life.
Sleep was one of the only things that comforted him anymore. So closing his baby blue eyes he let his tired soul drift off into another night of odd dreams.
It was black, a black that seemed to have no end. Unable to see anything Max dropped to his knees with a thud and wrapped his arms around himself. Rocking back and forth he felt all the happy thoughts he had left slowly drifted off into the darkness. What he was left with was memories of the crash. That fateful day when he lost one of the best things in his life. Memories that haunted him, and reminded him off what life was missing. The one girl he had really gotten to know and like.
All of a sudden the darkness was replaced by a new setting. Trees sprouted from the ground and grass grew under his knees. Lifting his face he looked up to see the sky, bright red and orange.
' It must be sunset' Max thought to himself, tears coming to his eyes. The surroundings reminded him of the time he and Hillary had snuck off from training. They had been both tired of Kai yelling at them for not being able to do 50 pushups in a row, so they ran off, not stopping until they had reached a small forest to the west of town.
Looking around, Max was almost sure that this was, indeed, the forest that they had taken refuge in. Yes, the sky looked just like it did now, and the tree's looked almost identical.
"Exactly." A voice said happily from behind him, startling him from his thoughts. Turning his head around he squinted into the distance; trying to find the person the voice had belonged to.
If he hadn't known better he would have thought that it was…
"It is me Maxie." Slowly a teenage figure walked out from the bushes. The figure wore a white skirt and a pink shirt, had shoulder-length brown hair and mahogany eyes.
Max had never smiled so largely before in his life.
The figure ran towards him, and as soon as he stood up, threw her arms around his neck. Max wrapped his own arms around her waist, tears of joy leaking from his eyes.
"H-Hillary?" He asked cautiously, not wanting to be let down once more. The female figure squeezed him tighter and let out a small giggle.
"Yeah Maxie?" She asked, tears streaming down her own face. Max's heart was so full of joy that he thought it was about to burst. He hugged her tighter as a slight breeze ruffled both of there hair.
Finally they released each other and the questions began.
"What… I don't get it… Your dead, aren't you?" He stammered, his big blue eyes wide with shock and childish glee. Hillary smiled and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.
"Just because I'm dead doesn't mean I'm gone." She said simply, smiling at her own clever, yet confusing statement.
"So, so, what are you doing here? Do all dead people get to talk to people in their dreams?" He asked curiously, a huge grin spreading across his face.
Hillary took his arm and led him down the well-worn path, towards the lake. She leaned her head against his shoulder and sighed.
"Not exactly Max. But I'll talk to you tomorrow night about that. Right now I want to talk about you." She said quietly, her feet dragging slightly on the dirt path. Max looked down at her, a slight look of worry in his eyes. But as soon as he realized Hillary was right there, again, he smiled.
"What about me exactly? Nothing interesting has happened since… since you died and all." Max replied with a tone of regret. Hillary picked up on it quickly, and tried to explain herself.
"Well, I know you've been in counseling for the past bit. I hope I didn't screw you up that bad." Hillary joked, trying to direct him away from the pain of guilt and grief. Max being so naturally happy took the excuse to avoid that hard subject.
"No, I've just been a little, scratch that, a lot sad. I didn't want to go to the counseling but my parents said it was a good idea." Max reported, a slight sigh in his voice. Hillary grinned, knowing how much Max resented being sent to the councilor. He didn't like sharing his feelings with some stranger, especially the feelings about Hillary.
Hillary actually knew a lot about Max ever since the crash. Being deceased, she had an unnatural power of being able to read minds. And she could watch her friends whenever she wanted, subconsciously guiding them to do the right thing. But she had been told she could actually talk to them in their dreams, and for a special reason. But Hillary didn't like thinking about it. She would get to it later.
As the two teens neared the edge of the river, Hillary slowed down and they eventually stopped. Not wanting to look up into his eyes, Hilary looked down at her feet and nervously kicked at the ground.
"I have to go now Max." She said sadly, bringing tears to Max's eyes. "But I'll be back tomorrow night when you go back to sleep."
Max wiped his eyes with the back of his hand and bit his lip.
"Promise?" He asked, hoping with all his heart for the right answer. Hillary looked up and smiled.
"Promise." She whispered, throwing her arms around his neck once more.
Max sat up in his bed quickly, his eyes snapping open. His head light and his heart full a small grin spread across his lips.
"Tomorrow it is then…"