Thanks for all the reviews, since I haven't updated in the longest while. Everytime I tried to write something, I either had writer's block or a hurricane came through cutting me off from power.
I tried to make Azzalia a non-Mary-Sue and hopefully it worked.
Disclaimer: I do not own the anime Beyblade. Never did and never will.
It had been one hell of a day, in Spencer's opinion as he walked into his dark room. He always liked his room dark.
Today was his and Ian's "punishment" day as Tala liked to call it since the two were late for their beyblading practice the day before. Ian was cursing all day, saying it was that "stupid woman's fault" when Spencer knew that they were going to be late all along, even if they hadn't met that girl.
That girl....
Spencer couldn't help but feel curious about the girl. Usually people around their age would be to intimidated to even stay around the Demolition Boys. Or they were just stupid. But the girl acted like she didn't even know them. Mostly the whole world knew who they were! Either she was too intimidated to notice this, or was just stupid.
The tall blonde let out a giant sigh before he collasped on his bed.
Women were to complex for him.
"Damn women. Damn them all to Hell," Ian grumbled. Spencer got off his punishment early, but here he was still cleaning the damn dishes.
"Hey, don't blame women for being late. It was your own fault. Besides, women are awesome. Especially the older ones," Tala mused as he sat at the kitchen table. His job was to monitor Ian's work, to make sure the runt got the job done correctly. Cleaning the dishes was an ultimate punishment for men, especially when the sink was overflowing with dirty dishes.
Yes, a real punishment indeed for the little boy.
"Why did Bryan let Spencer off again? Cause last time I checked, the living room still has a couple soda cans around," Ian accused, pointing a soapy finger at his captain.
"Because Spencer made a deal with Bryan, the one you turned down."
"I didn't want to do his homework! He's a honor student and has double the homework that I usually get!"
"I know. But it was easy homework. It was just fill in the blanks and shit," Tala shrugged as he leant his chair back. Apparently, Ian failed to warn him that the floor was still wet from mopping earlier since Tala's chair fell over. Ian couldn't help but laugh as the red-head went down with the chair. It was all good fun, until Tala managed to get back onto his feet a few seconds later.
"Ian! That's it! You're making breakfast tomorrow!" And with that, the great Demolition Boy's captain exited. Ian guessed it was because Tala had to hide the blush on his face for falling over.
"That was awesome," Ian chuckled evilly as he turned around and came face to face with the dishes once again. "Damn women."
"My... Cookies...."
Every girl should have the right to cry over stupid things. Whether it be the fact that their man just left them for a prostitute or that their cookies are being eaten.
Azzalia couldn't help but whine over the fact that she could hear her nana chewing on those crunchy cookies downstairs. She made sure to keep everything quiet in her room so she could hear what her nana was doing downstairs. It was a habit to find out what Nana was doing every night. It would sometimes allow her to find out things in advance, like presents.
No matter how many times Nana denied it, Azzie was spoiled rotten. And Azzie knew this with a smile.
But tonight was different. The teenaged girl was sitting beside her cracked open door, trying to keep count on how many of her cookies were being eaten. Those cookies were a good dessert after dinner, and currently 9 of them were gone. And Azzie was about to cry over this.
"Dang Nana... Eating my crunchy goodness!" she whined once more. It was like Nana was doing this on purpose. Which could be the reason why.
"Go to bed now, Azzalia!"
Yup, it was the reason why.
Azzie cursed at her stupid luck of having Nana as her guardian as she casually got up, walked out of her room, and leaned over the railing that allowed her to not fall over and onto the staircase.
"Those were my cookies!"
"But I baked them, therefore giving me my rights to eat them. Now go to bed!"
With a quick gesture, Azzie gave the middle finger to no one in particular. But it didn't go unnoticed.
"I saw that!" Nana yelled up the stairs as the teenager gave a squeak and ran back into her room. Nana just shook her head as she heard Azzie run right into the bedroom door and fall over onto her butt. "Stupid girl."
Up in Azzie's room, you could hear that the feeling was mutual.
"Stupid me."
It was another day in the life of the Demolition Boys has the morning light awoken the domestically challenged men.
"I don't wanna make breakfast," Ian grumbled as he yawned. Rolling over so the sunlight wouldn't get into his eyes, it was the little boy's intention to go back to sleep. That was until the most "grumpy" person in his "family" had entered. Apparently, he wanted breakfast.
"Ian! Up, now! Breakfast, now!" Bryan barked as he grabbed onto Ian's bedspread and yanked it off. He had waited for nearly an hour for Ian to wake up and he wasn't going to wait any longer.
"But I don't wanna!" the bluenette mumbled as he held onto his bedpost tightly. It was too early to get up even though his teammates begged to differ.
Besides, six-thirty in the morning was sleeping in as Tala preached most of the time. Sure it was.
"Either you get up and make breakfast or you'll be house-sitting for the rest of the day while the rest of us go outside to practice."
"Wow, some punishment."
"You'll be house-sitting in a French Maid outfit."
"WHAT?!" Ian shot up instantly. The motion of this action caused him to fall off the bed and onto his boots. Very painfully. "Oww..."
"Are you up or do you want me to go get the outfit?" Bryan questioned with a smirk. He knew Ian would get up and go make breakfast with the French Maid outfit as the punishment. The three older Demolition Boys forced Ian into a few monthes ago as punishment for dying Tala's hair pink.
"I'm up, asshole. I'm up," Ian mumbled as he took on his regular attitude role as being the arrogant kid. As usual. It was the best attitude he could pull off. In his opinion, each of the four boys had their different attitudes. His being arrogant, Tala being the leader, Bryan being the grump, and Spencer being the conservative. Each personality cancelling the others out, making them the perfect team.
Given the order to be down in five minutes, Bryan left Ian to get dressed.
Reaching onto the bed side table, the bluenette manages to snatch his favorite pair of goggles and put them on. Nothing would ever take his goggles away from him. He was determined that when he died, he would be buried with his goggles.
"Two more minutes before you become my little maid!" Ian heard Bryan yell up the stairs. With a quick motion, he managed to grabbed his overalls and slip them on and over his shirt and boxers. Grabbing his two boots, he managed to hop out the door while putting them on one at a time.
By the time Ian managed to get outside his bedroom door, he looked down the hall. To his surprise, Spencer's bedroom door was remarkably still closed. The blonde always has his door open when he was out of his room.
"Thirty seconds!"
With the shrug of his shoulders, Ian merely suspected that Spencer was tired from cleaning the house from the day before and made his way down the stairs. Apparently, Bryan and Tala made a bet if Ian would show up or not, and it seemed like Bryan won since Tala was scowling.
Ian couldn't help but smirk at this before making his way to the kitchen to make some breakfast. Besides, the deal didn't state that he couldn't make a horrible breakfast.
Spencer groaned.
He couldn't sleep at all last night.
He could close his eyes for a maybe a half an hour, but he would be awaken instantly.
That girl got into his head even though it was Ian she was mocking. It was a funny scene too.
But it was the fact that she didn't even know who they were that irked him. He was apart of the Demolition Boys beyblading team! He helped an insane, old man nearly rule the world! But she didn't even recognize him one, single bit.
But then, the faint memory of her not even opening her eyes crawled into his mind. Spencer remembered the small fact that he could never see her eyes. And even when there was a probabilty that her eyes were open, she had sunglasses on.
So maybe she did see them and actually know them. Maybe she was just mocking them both in general, pretending that she didn't know them.
'Or maybe she actually didn't know us,' a little voice inside his mind whispered.
Thinking on this little thought, Spencer grunted. "Like hell she didn't know us," he grumbled.
"Like hell what?"
Spencer bent his head backwards to see that Ian was in his doorway. In a cute, pink, and frilly apron and matching chef's hat. Pondering over Ian's sudden change in clothing taste, the blonde remember that Ian was making breakfast. The "punishment" breakfast. God, how he hated that word.
"Nothing, just thinking," the blonde said truthfully as he saw the bluenette glare at him with that know-it-all look.
"Alright. But just to warn you I made breakfast," Ian said with an evil glint in his eyes. Spencer could only guess that Ian put something in the eggs once again before the smallest Demolition Boy exited his room to go make pancakes.
Debating whether he should stay up in his room or go down for breakfast and get food poisoning, Spencer made up his mind. Grabbing his clothing since he didn't want to walk around in his boxers, the blonde got dressed.
After he put on his second boot, he got up and walked downstairs. As he passed by the kitchen, he took notice that Ian was at the stove, giggling. Not giggling in a happy way, more like in an insane way. Apparently, the pancakes were almost complete.
Spencer shook his head as he continued down the hallway. As he reached the living room, he noticed both Bryan and Tala watching the T.V. They didn't even think twice about what is going to happen. Either they're really foolish for trusting Ian, or they're planning on having Ian taste test their breakfast. With a quick hand motion, the two couch potatoes' attention is caught.
"I'm going out for breakfast," Spencer announces before walking over to the coat hanger and grabbing his coat.
"Alright," Tala mumbles at him whilst Bryan only nods. It seems like the captain is pissed about something, but Spencer lets it slide as he quickly opens the door. With another quick hand motion to say "G'bye", the blond is already outside the door and closing it. He didn't want Ian to find out that he was going out for breakfast and chasing him down the street in that pink apron. Even though it would have been funny.
But of course, his line of thought was interrupted when a female neighbor walked out of her house and to her car. This wouldn't have bothered Spencer if the women wasn't yelling colourful words into her cellphone. She never noticed the tall, blonde boy from next door staring at her while she slammed the car door open, threw her brief-case into the backseat, got into the driver's seat, and slammed the car door shut.
Spencer just blinked and just quitely walked away towards town. Only one thought crossed his mind.
Women were seriously too complex.
Review please. I'm still trying to think of who to pair who with. Next chapter will probably be Ian's chapter.
