Zoltar: time for the 4th chapter of this story I wrote because I could!
Disclaimer:.....(checks papers) I didn't sign the contract, so I don't own Beyblade....
Maybe...
Chapter 4
Marisa sped down the road following, the directions Bryan shouted in her ear. Lft here, right at that corner. It all just flowed together into one big word. FASTER. She could tell Bryan wanted her to speed up, it must have been his first time on a bike like hers...
True and embarassing as it may be, Marisa was right. Bryan had never been on a motorcycle. He clung to Marisa's waist as they zoomed down the deserted roadways of Moscow. It had been about...10:30pm when the Black Plague got off their train, so most people were asleep. They could go as fast as they wanted, and Bryan wanted to go as fast as sound. He had never been so excited in his life, so when it ended he couldn't help but be a bit disappointed...
"Did you have fun?" Marisa asked as she slowed the bike to a halt infront of... a rather large house.
"Hn." Bryan said, replacing his look of excitement with a look of annoyment. If annoyment is a word.
"Next time you should hold on a bit tighter, I thought I was gonna lose you coming around that last corner." She said.
"You shouldn't have been." Bryan said coldly. Maybe a bit colder than he wanted.
"Sor-rey," Marisa said, "I just thought that a first timer like you might want to know that you can be flung from a bike going over 80!" She over stressed the word can, to prove that next time she can/should/might/will.
Bryan was about to say something very harsh when a voice made them both turn around.
"Hey?!" someone said.
They turned to see their teammates.
"Bryan did you lead her on a detour?" Ian asked. "You should have been here before now."
"Maybe." Bryan said. Marisa looked at him. Why'd he make her take the long route?
"Alright!" Mandy shouted. "Time to pick rooms!" All the girls ran to the house and up the stairs trying to be the first to get a good room. The guys walked with them to make sure they didn't break anything. Bryan and Marisa stayed behind and begrudgingly parked her bike out in the open air.
"Great, now it's free to corrosion and bugs and rust....." She mumbled as the list went on.
"You act like it's your prized possesion." Bryan said smirking.
"It is." She stated. "And by the look on your face when you got off, you think riding it is better than sex."
Bryan held back a blush as Marisa smirked this time. "And I guess it's true." she said as they walked into the house.
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The three girls ran into random rooms, deciding which one they wanted. As everybody zoomed out of the latest room Tracy stopped. The room had large windows in the back and green and turquoise walls. A king sized bed with satin sheets of the same colour sat in the corner, and a desk with a very exspensive looking computer was in the other corner.
"Me likey." Tracy said as she jumped on the bed.
"Hey Spence! This is your room!!" Ian said.
Tracy looked at Spencer and blushed, then smiled wickedly. She could work this to her advantage...
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Our favourite psychopaths, aka Bryan and Marisa, had reluctantly walked into the house and were stalking up the stairs. Marisa had stopped at the place where Spencer had dropped all of Mandy's luggage. 'I can't believe they thought the black bags were Mandy's!' She thought as she picked up her three bags. Leaving the four light green ones. One of her bags was a carrying case, so Bryan had suspected that she was a musician. He looked down at Mandy's bags and saw the light green version of Marisa's guitar case. 'Or maybe she's in a band...' he had thought. They paused at a room where Tracy was lying on the bed and Spencer was on the computer.
'We're BUNKING!?' They thought in unison. 'Great now I'd have to share a room!'
They stalked past another room and stopped. Everyone else was in there so why not?
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Ian and Mandy were debating on whether or not blue was Ian's natural hair colour.
"I've never dyed my hair!" Ian said.
"Yeah right!" Mandy said. "Nobody's hair is THAT shade of blue!"
"Well MINE IS!"
Michelle sighed. This wasn't working out as she had hoped. She was going to suggest they just dropped the subject, when Mandy collapsed to the floor holding her ears.
"Silent whistle. Take notes Lover Boy." Marisa said pointing to Ian. "Mandy's basically a puppy. All you need is one of these to make her shut up." she twirled the whistle around her neck.
Mandy continued to utter French curses under her breath. 'Damn Marisa! Why'd she have to tell everyone?' she thought.
Marisa turned to Michelle. "C'mon Michi. Still hafta find me a room." And with that she turned on her heels and left.
Zoltar: I admit. Character's... a bit ooc. ok, overly ooc. Capitalized OOC.
Darren: true...
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