Chapter 3: Shoppin' Around the Christmas Tree
"YYYYYYYYEEEEEEAAAAAHHHHHH!!! [yeah]" the navy-haired boy sprang out of his place of captivity, silver strips of duct tape still attached to his arms and legs. "I'm free! Joy to the world, I am free! Let e-veryone hail meeee!"
Tyson danced around the dojo, belting out his own version of Joy to the World at the top of his lungs. Hilary, shook her head, seriously regretting that she had offered to stay last to untie Tyson and help him clean up.
The brunette sighed and picked up a broom. "Tyson, you clean that side of the room and I'll do this side."
"Aw! Why do I get the messier half?" Tyson pouted.
"Because you made the mess!"
"How about I do the kitchen and you do the rest?"
"How about no?"
"How about yes?"
"No."
"Yes."
"No!"
"Yes!"
"No, no, no!"
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"Arrrrggg…" Hilary grumbled and massaged her temples. Did he always have to be so difficult?! It was like he enjoyed annoying her!
What happened to the nice, sweet Tyson that had asked her to the dance yesterday?
Meanwhile, Tyson watched as the annoyed brunette rubbed her temples and smirked to himself. Heh, she looks cute when she's annoyed. It was really easy to annoy her…and lots of fun too.
"Look, if you want to keep messing around, then I might as well go too." Hilary grabbed her coat and began to make her way towards the door.
After that remark, Tyson's smile instantly faded. "Hey, no! Wait, don't go! I'll help, I'll help!" he pleaded, trying to make his eyes as big and round as possible.
Hilary whirled around and placed her hands on her hips. "Tyson, I'm really not in the mood for your joking around. See you tomorrow."
Tyson's hand shot towards her shoulder and he turned her to face him. "Look! I'm cleaning!" he grabbed the broom and began to sweep up some fallen tinsel bits.
"Tyson, watch--!" she cringed when the tip of the broom handle caught onto some of the silver tinsel draped over the doorway and caused a chain reaction. The strips of tape holding Christmas decorations to the wooden walls snapped and ornaments of all sizes came crashing down. Shiny tinsel, strings of lights, and Christmas garlands all came tumbling down on top of the two preteens. "—Out." Hilary finished her sentence, blowing the sparkly gold tinsel bits out of her face.
"Eheheh…" Tyson's voice arose from underneath the giant pile of fallen decorations. "Ooops."
Hilary giggled. How could she not? "Tyson, you're such a klutz!" she shook her head, her laughter ringing like the sound of bells.
Tyson laughed at his own clumsiness and sat up from among the pile of garlands, his head poking up through the centre of a fallen wreath. As the remaining pieces of tinsel and sparkles floated back down to the floor, Tyson found himself staring at the brunette on the ground beside him. Dude, she was beautiful.
Now this was how she liked it. Serene, quiet, no fighting…just her and Tyson. The nice Tyson. It was almost…perfect. Hilary peered at the navy-haired boy through the falling glitter, loving how the sparkles added to the slightly romantic, holiday atmosphere. Why couldn't he always be this calm? As she stared at him, she found herself getting lost in his amazingly cute appearance. He is dreamy…
"Hil?" Tyson's gentle voice brought her back to reality.
"Yeah?" she replied, still in a daze.
"I'm sorry."
"For what?" she looked over at her blue-haired friend with concern.
"For…for getting you so angry and stuff." He gave a small shrug and continued to stare off into the distance.
Hilary was slightly taken back. "But it's not always your fault." She spoke quietly.
"Hilary." He averted his attention to the girl, a look of knowing on his features. "Yes it is, you've even said so yourself about a million times! It's not like I can't hear you complaining about me." Hilary blushed at this. "So why bother deny it now?"
"I'm s-sorry…" she stammered, feeling really embarrassed. Okay, so maybe Mr. Big-mouth wasn't as dumb as he let on.
But Tyson held up a hand. "Hey, don't be sorry. I'm the one apologizing here."
"Oh. Okay…So what do you want me to say? What am I supposed to do?"
Tyson gazed deep into Hilary's auburn eyes and she felt shivers travelling up her spine.
He was staring straight at her, expectantly. Oh God, what's he thinking? Why is he staring at me like that?
But Hilary didn't have to do anything, as Tyson answered a swift reply of, "Just let me have this…" before leaning over and removing Hilary's mind of doubt, as his lips met hers.
Oh, God. Hilary's eyes widened at the sudden rush of adrenaline that coursed through her body at the touch of Tyson's soft lips on hers. He's kissing me! Oh, God. What do I do, what do I do? She thought frantically. Do I kiss back or do I…?
But then Hilary didn't have to worry anymore, as Tyson slowly pulled away, his face as red as ripe holly berries.
"S-sorry!" Tyson stammered, not wanting to meet Hilary's gaze. "I-I don't know what came over me—" the boy went quiet when a warm finger pressed up against his lips.
"Sssshhh." She gave a small smile. "Don't be sorry. You don't have to apologize for something good."
"For something good…?" Tyson was once again cut off, and Hilary found herself pressing her lips on top of his.
"Oh shit!" Tyson yanked himself away from their embrace, both his and Hilary's eyes widened in shock.
"What?! What is it?!" Hilary exclaimed anxiously, feeling slightly hurt at how fast he had pulled away.
"Christmas presents!" he gasped, jumping up and grabbing his coat. "I forgot to finish getting my Christmas gifts! Screw cleaning up, I've gotta' go!"
Hilary heaved a small sigh of disappointment. I guess Tyson will always be the same old forgetful Tyson. "Wait up, Kinomiya. I'm coming too."
"What?" Tyson froze in the doorway.
"I said wait up, I'm coming too." Hilary gave a small smirk as she zipped up her parka and adjusted her scarf. "You need all the help you can get."
"Okay, so we've got Grandpa's gift, Max's gift, Kenny's gift…Hey, Hilary, are you listening to me?" Tyson and Hilary had been running around the mall for the passed couple of hours, trying to finish up Tyson's last minute Christmas shopping.
"Huh?" Hilary snapped out of her daze, but continued to stare into the shop window. "Oh yeah, yeah I'm listening. Go on."
"Hmph." Tyson huffed. "What's so much more important than helping me?" he peered over the brunette's shoulder and into the glass showcase.
Inside the glass display, was a single midnight blue velvet box with a delicate silver necklace on a bed of black velvet. Dangling on the thin silver chain was a silver snowflake, studded with tiny, sparkling crystals set in an ornate little pattern. So that's why she keeps coming back to this shop…to stare at that dumb little necklace. Pathetic. Tyson's pout softened slightly when he saw how mesmerized Hilary was by the piece of jewellery. I guess it is kinda' nice…for a piece of girly jewellery crap.
"So buy it, if you like it that much." Tyson exclaimed quite loudly, making Hilary jump. "Just stop ogling at it so we can go."
Hilary tinged a light pink and turned to glare at the impatient Beyblader. "I don't like it that much."
"Then why do you keep coming back to look at it?"
Ack, damn him for being right. "Well… it's pretty." She fidgeted slightly.
"Well it's pretty." He mocked her in an annoyingly girlish tone. "Well then buy it and let's go!" he stepped inside the store, looking at her expectantly. "We don't have all day you know!"
Oh, God. People were looking at them very strangely now. Shut uuuuup, Tyson… "Forget it, let's just go finish your shopping." She jammed her hands in her pockets and continued to walk passed the jewellery shop.
"Ooookay…" Tyson raised an eyebrow at Hilary as she breezed by him with an air of annoyance. Noticing the large amount of stares that he was receiving at the moment, Tyson shot a quick glance at an elderly couple on a bench nearby. With that, the elderly couple got up from the bench and hobbled away as fast as their walkers would let them. "Riiiight…Hilary! You go buy Ray's gift and I'll meet up with you later! I've gotta' get… some other stuff!" he called after Hilary who just gave him a wave of her hand in reply, without even turning around.
Tyson laughed mischievously and rubbed his hands together. Laughing happily to himself, he stepped into the small boutique. "Heheheh…Excellent…"
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Silver Swiftness: There, so I got some more TyHil into the fic! Hmmm…What do you think Tyson is up to? Also, I'm really sorry if this chapter seemed a bit rushed…because it kinda was. -_-;; Don't worry, the next chapter will be mucho better! Anyways, if you want a bit more Christmas fun…check out my attempt of a humour/parody fic A Beytastic Christmas. Yup, that's it for now and thank you very much for the reviews! ^_^
By the way…I know it's technically not Christmas any more…but I still want to finish this fic. So yeah, hope you all had a Merry Christmas (and if you don't celebrate Christmas…then Happy Holidays!).