Men Don't Change: Chapter 5
Buzz, buzz, buzz. It just kept going on and on, buzzing and buzzing. Then Tyson finally got tired of it and threw it at the door. It hit it, dead center on the door, and then fell, crashing onto the floor, close to three other smashed alarm clocks from the previous week. "Bullseye," remarked Tyson groggily before falling back to sleep. He didn't get much of it. Five minutes later, Grandpa knocked on the door now scarred with dents and chipped paint/wood marks. Without even waiting for an answer, he came in, sneaking up on the blue-haired world champ beyblader.
Closer and closer he crept, and when he was upon him, he hollered, slamming his hand down near the teen's ear, "Time to get up little dude!" Tyson awoke with a start, breathing heavily. When he realized the "danger" was only an old man, he rolled over back in the bed and pulled the covers up oover his head, well above his ears. "Lemme alone, Grandpa."
The old man pretended not to notice, and spotted the now trashed alarm clock. "Just as I suspected, g-son, you done ruined another one. When will you learn to push the snooze button instead of launching it like a rocket at the door?" But Tyson had already fallen back into his blissful slumber.
"Tyson!" This time, the blader didn't even stir. "Tyson!" Grandpa tried in a firmer voice. The boy only snored. The geezer (don't remember how to spell that word) shook his head and got ready to leave. He stopped when he saw the human alarm clock, Kai Hiwatari, standing, waiting impatiently in the doorway. "Hey, there home dog," he greeted the team captain. "See what you can do with the slacker." He left. Kai didn't waste any time.
"Get UP, Tyson!" he said firmly. Hoping the phoenix-tamer would go away, Tyson pulled the old 'sleeptalk' trick, "I don't wanna go to school." This only made Kai more annoyed.
"I said UP, Tyson. Training begins NOW!" Still, the addressed ignored him, "Num, num, num."
"Let me try, Kai," requested a certain blond we all know and love - Max. "By now you should know he only responds to a certain word." Approaching the dragon master, he said tauntingly, "Up you get, or no breakfast! Come on, wakey, wakey, time for eggs and bakey (referring to bacon for those who don't know this rhyme)." This worked like a charm. Tyson immediately sat up, sniffed the air, and went into high gear dressing and brushing his teeth and hair, then ran down the stairs for his getting- up reward. By this time, Ray had joined the party.
"You think he knows it's Tofu Day?" wondered Max aloud. The others shrugged. A scream was audible from downstairs. "Guess not."
"So...hungry..." Tyson was lying on the porch, chin on floor, trying to summon up enough energy to stand up.
"You should've eaten breakfast, Tyson," lectured the Chief, typing away on his laptop, entering the new stats for Max's Draciel.
"Fake meat and eggs is hardly what I call breakfast," Tyson defended, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Oh, come on, Tyson, tofu's not that bad," lied Max, returning from his training run. (I've never tried it, I don't know what it tastes like, but I heard it's nasty.)
"It's organic, so there's no -" Kenny tried to explain, but he shook his head and went back to typing. "You wouldn't understand anyway."
"If it has to do with genetic engineering, then he probably won't," commented Ray, loading his launcher. "Tofu isn't genetically engineered, and that's all Tyson needs to know." (I think all this is right)
"Hey, where's Hilary?" Tyson attempted to change the subject. Everyone glanced around.
"Come to think of it, she's not here, is she?" asked Kenny.
"Nah, Kenny," answered Max sarcastically but playfully. "She's invisible." On the invisible he put a mysterious sounding emphasis. Then, just for a joke, he hooded himself with a jacket, and walked around the porch. "Ha Ha. You can't see me." This withdrew laughter from the others until Kai pulled the jacket off his head.
"Ameteur," he scoffed, draping the jacket over a chair, afterward heading toward the pond for some advanced training in solitude.
"Spoilsport," whispered Max with a fake pout. A slight snicker escaped and they all burst out laughing. All but Tyson, anyway.
"What's wrong, Tyson?" asked Ray.
Tyson just sighed, "It's just not the same without Hilary."
"I know what you mean," offered Dizzi, trying to cheer him up. "After all, she's the only slave-driver worse than Kai, huh, Tyson?" Everyone knew it was a joke, and they started giggling uncontrollably again. Tyson smiled slightly.
"Never thought I'd miss that," remembered Tyson. Ray stepped into the training "ring" they had drawn in the dirt, everybody trying desperately to calm down. It wasn't a funny joke, really, but it was just unstoppable. They had completely forgotten last night's events. He slipped over to the pond while everyone concentrated on Driger's performance.
"Hey, Kai. Look," Tyson started, but Kai just kept focusing on Dranzer. Tyson went ahead with what he was going to say. "Look, um. I'm sorry, okay? About what I said last night. I didn't mean it. I was just a little upset. And, uh, jealous. So, I'm sorry." Still no response from Hiwatari. "You have every right to take her from me," he continued, "I don't deserve a girl like her, anyway." He looked away for a minute. That's when Kai turned around.
"Don't worry about it, Tyson." They now faced each other. Dranzer spun back into its owner's hand and Kai stepped down from the brick. "There's nothing between me and Hilary," he told him as he walked past him, nearly bumping Tyson's shoulder. 'I hope,' he thought to himself.
"Thanks, bud," said Tyson as they went their separate ways.
Buzz, buzz, buzz. It just kept going on and on, buzzing and buzzing. Then Tyson finally got tired of it and threw it at the door. It hit it, dead center on the door, and then fell, crashing onto the floor, close to three other smashed alarm clocks from the previous week. "Bullseye," remarked Tyson groggily before falling back to sleep. He didn't get much of it. Five minutes later, Grandpa knocked on the door now scarred with dents and chipped paint/wood marks. Without even waiting for an answer, he came in, sneaking up on the blue-haired world champ beyblader.
Closer and closer he crept, and when he was upon him, he hollered, slamming his hand down near the teen's ear, "Time to get up little dude!" Tyson awoke with a start, breathing heavily. When he realized the "danger" was only an old man, he rolled over back in the bed and pulled the covers up oover his head, well above his ears. "Lemme alone, Grandpa."
The old man pretended not to notice, and spotted the now trashed alarm clock. "Just as I suspected, g-son, you done ruined another one. When will you learn to push the snooze button instead of launching it like a rocket at the door?" But Tyson had already fallen back into his blissful slumber.
"Tyson!" This time, the blader didn't even stir. "Tyson!" Grandpa tried in a firmer voice. The boy only snored. The geezer (don't remember how to spell that word) shook his head and got ready to leave. He stopped when he saw the human alarm clock, Kai Hiwatari, standing, waiting impatiently in the doorway. "Hey, there home dog," he greeted the team captain. "See what you can do with the slacker." He left. Kai didn't waste any time.
"Get UP, Tyson!" he said firmly. Hoping the phoenix-tamer would go away, Tyson pulled the old 'sleeptalk' trick, "I don't wanna go to school." This only made Kai more annoyed.
"I said UP, Tyson. Training begins NOW!" Still, the addressed ignored him, "Num, num, num."
"Let me try, Kai," requested a certain blond we all know and love - Max. "By now you should know he only responds to a certain word." Approaching the dragon master, he said tauntingly, "Up you get, or no breakfast! Come on, wakey, wakey, time for eggs and bakey (referring to bacon for those who don't know this rhyme)." This worked like a charm. Tyson immediately sat up, sniffed the air, and went into high gear dressing and brushing his teeth and hair, then ran down the stairs for his getting- up reward. By this time, Ray had joined the party.
"You think he knows it's Tofu Day?" wondered Max aloud. The others shrugged. A scream was audible from downstairs. "Guess not."
"So...hungry..." Tyson was lying on the porch, chin on floor, trying to summon up enough energy to stand up.
"You should've eaten breakfast, Tyson," lectured the Chief, typing away on his laptop, entering the new stats for Max's Draciel.
"Fake meat and eggs is hardly what I call breakfast," Tyson defended, propping himself up on his elbows.
"Oh, come on, Tyson, tofu's not that bad," lied Max, returning from his training run. (I've never tried it, I don't know what it tastes like, but I heard it's nasty.)
"It's organic, so there's no -" Kenny tried to explain, but he shook his head and went back to typing. "You wouldn't understand anyway."
"If it has to do with genetic engineering, then he probably won't," commented Ray, loading his launcher. "Tofu isn't genetically engineered, and that's all Tyson needs to know." (I think all this is right)
"Hey, where's Hilary?" Tyson attempted to change the subject. Everyone glanced around.
"Come to think of it, she's not here, is she?" asked Kenny.
"Nah, Kenny," answered Max sarcastically but playfully. "She's invisible." On the invisible he put a mysterious sounding emphasis. Then, just for a joke, he hooded himself with a jacket, and walked around the porch. "Ha Ha. You can't see me." This withdrew laughter from the others until Kai pulled the jacket off his head.
"Ameteur," he scoffed, draping the jacket over a chair, afterward heading toward the pond for some advanced training in solitude.
"Spoilsport," whispered Max with a fake pout. A slight snicker escaped and they all burst out laughing. All but Tyson, anyway.
"What's wrong, Tyson?" asked Ray.
Tyson just sighed, "It's just not the same without Hilary."
"I know what you mean," offered Dizzi, trying to cheer him up. "After all, she's the only slave-driver worse than Kai, huh, Tyson?" Everyone knew it was a joke, and they started giggling uncontrollably again. Tyson smiled slightly.
"Never thought I'd miss that," remembered Tyson. Ray stepped into the training "ring" they had drawn in the dirt, everybody trying desperately to calm down. It wasn't a funny joke, really, but it was just unstoppable. They had completely forgotten last night's events. He slipped over to the pond while everyone concentrated on Driger's performance.
"Hey, Kai. Look," Tyson started, but Kai just kept focusing on Dranzer. Tyson went ahead with what he was going to say. "Look, um. I'm sorry, okay? About what I said last night. I didn't mean it. I was just a little upset. And, uh, jealous. So, I'm sorry." Still no response from Hiwatari. "You have every right to take her from me," he continued, "I don't deserve a girl like her, anyway." He looked away for a minute. That's when Kai turned around.
"Don't worry about it, Tyson." They now faced each other. Dranzer spun back into its owner's hand and Kai stepped down from the brick. "There's nothing between me and Hilary," he told him as he walked past him, nearly bumping Tyson's shoulder. 'I hope,' he thought to himself.
"Thanks, bud," said Tyson as they went their separate ways.