Zoltar: hm... chapter 17...Michelle's probably afraid!
Michi: (hiding in a corner)
Seth: (laughing at Michi)
Darren: (Doing the disclaimer) Zoltar doesn't own beyblade or any other random things that happen to pop up in this horrible story.
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"..." Speaking in French
"..." Speakin in General
'...' Thoughts
Maybe...
Chapter 17
Marisa treked up the stairs, Sanguinex following. They passed a bunch of unused rooms to which Marisa couldn't help but think, 'If they have extra rooms, why are we bunking?'
As they contined walking, seeking out wherever the hell Robert had taken Bryan, they passed Bryan's room. Inside were thier targets.
"Hey bitch." Marisa said.
Bryan snorted. "Beautiful language princess." he said from downstairs.
"I wasn't talking to you, creep." Marisa retorted. "Robert get up here."
Robert sighed and walked up the somewhat spiraling staircase in Bryan's loft to where they, they being Sanguinex and Marisa, stood. He had been decorating Bryan's loft, much to the owner's disagreement. Bryan didn't think that his room needed to be decorated for some stupid party he didn't want a thing to do with, but he did have something to do with because he was technically forced into participating in it. But Robert only smirked and said he had to decorate it 'romantically', which Bryan hated even more, because he needed to make it into the make-out room. To this statement, Bryan's face lightly coloured and he began thinking of a certain raven haired wench he would like to... leaving his thoughts out...
"Nice job, but I said silver." Marisa said looking at the green crepe paper.
"Yes," Robert acknowledged. "But this is more 'Christmasy'. And for the last time, my name is Robert. Not Rob, not Bobby, not Robbin Hood, and definetly not Robby-kins."
"Well sor-rey." Marisa said. "Anyhow I need you to decorate Ian's room, then Spencer's. And Sanguinex, you help him." she turned to Bryan. "You and I will finish up here."
Robert nodded and proceeded to lead Sanguinex around the house in search of wherever the hell this Ian person's room is. 'Who is Ian?' ran across both thier minds.
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'What time is it?' Michelle thought turning over on the King sized bed she and Tala shared.
She felt around for a clock. 'Not over there, not there either.' she moved her hand to the right, she felt fabric. Vey familiar fabric.
Tala chuckled. "You realize that looking for the clock would be a whole lot easier," he started. "If we actually had one."
Michelle made a groaning noise and lifted the pillow from her head. "Hello Tala, I'm a loser." she said.
Tala sat next to her on the bed. "You are if you keep that attitude up." he said seriously.
"Tala I was joking."
"So was I."
They sat in silence for a moment before they both smiled.
"We are so strange." Michelle said.
Tala nodded. He pulled back the sleeve of his shirt to reveal a shiny blue watch. "You better get up." he said. "If you plan to bug one of your teammates on time."
She yawned. "What time did I set?" she asked, closing her eyes.
"Two fifteen."
"What time is it now?"
"Two o'nine. Two ten."
Michelle's eyes shot open. "I can make it!" She jumped off the bed, already wearing jeans, because that's just the way Michelle is. "Who's the closest?" she asked running into the conjoined bathroom.
Tala shrugged. "Marisa's in Bryan's room, Mandy's downstairs doing...whatever the hell Mandy's do. Tracy's outside trying to catch birds."
"Could you calculate the difference between the distances of downstairs and Bryan's room?" Michelle asked. She hurriedly grabbed her toothbruch and the tube of toothpaste, she began brushing away.
"Difference? About...22 feet. Bryan's room is closer." Tala stated.
"Zen we hak or trgrts." Michelle said. Hey, she was brushing her teeth. I think she meant, 'Then we have our targets.'
Michelle quickly finished brushing her teeth, smiled into the mirror, pearly white, ran out of the bathroom and into the closet. She threw on the closest clean shirt she could reach. It read, 'Don't conform to society! Be your own person!' We think she stole it from Marisa.
"Ready?" she asked Tala, who was still sitting on the bed.
"I've been ready since about 5 this morning." he said, taking her hand. He kissed it lightly, she blushed lightly, and then they walked out of the room.
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Robert looked to Sanguinex once they got into a room he thought was Ian's. "What are you two planning?" he asked.
Sanguinex simply replied, "Nothing."
"Like I'm really going to believe that." Robert said.
"Would I lie to you?" Sanguinex asked.
Robert looked with that look that says 'Are you kidding?'. "How am I supposed to know." he said. "You're Sanguinex. Leader of the Dark Bladers."
Sanguinex only "Hm'ed."
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Marisa took a piece of crepe paper from Bryan's hands and hung it on the wall.
"Bryan?" she whispered. 'Dammit! Why the hell does this dude make me feel so insignifigant? For Ra's sake I'm 17!' she mentally scolded herself. She looked down to see Bryan looking at her expectantly.
"What wench?" he asked.
"Nothing!" she snapped.
Bryan mentally beat himself with a lead pipe. 'I can't stand this!' he thought. 'Why me?' He sighed. She sighed. They shot glances at each other and sighed.
"Tomorrow's the party. Good thing Michellle decided to sleep in." Marisa said.
Bryan glared and snorted. "Why do we have to put up decorations the day before the party?" he asked no one in particular. "She could just barge in at any radom moment and see them."
Marisa rolled her eyes as if to say 'As if I really know/care' "Ask Tala."
"Right we're wasting our lives for his girlfriend." he thought for a moment and continued handing the decorations. She stapled them to the wall. "If I had a girlfriend I'd do things my way. We wouldn't do stupid stuff like throw parties. That'd waste her time and my time. I'd probably ask her opinions on some things. But not much. We'd go to clubs and get drunk of our asses then we'd kareoke, just to laugh about it and have blackmail on each other later."
Marisa smiled. "That sound's mildly nice and entertaining." she said.
Bryan snapped out of his trance and glared up at her. Marisa's smile quickly disappeared and was replaced with a scowl. "Not like you could catch a girl with a rope though." she quickly added. "But dudes come flocking to you, so pick one of them."
Bryan's glared intensified. "I'll have you know I have hundreds of girls pining for me." he said.
"Transvestites." Marisa said.
He glared some more, but they dropped the subject.
Marisa continued to put up the decorations like nothing had even been said between the two when there was a knock on the door. Marisa tried to step off the step ladder only to see that Bryan had moved so there was now an inbalance of weight. She tripped and fell.
"I'm coming in!" Said the voice of Michelle. The door opened and you could hear her gasp.
When Marisa tripped she hadn't landed on a pillow. She landed on Bryan. And in a very interesting position too. Marisa's face was situated at an odd angle right above Bryan's navel (we don't even want to talk about where her hands were.) So to anyone looking from, oh let's say, the doorway, they couldn't be too sure of what had happeded.
"Oh, we'll come back later." they heard Tala say. The couple quickly scrambled out of the room and shut the door.
"Great." Marisa said. "Now I'll ne'er 'ear the end of it."
"Get off me," Bryan said, pushing her away from him. She got up, brushed herself off and continued to put up decorations.
"Well, that was fun." Marisa said afer an akward silence.
"What?" Bryan asked sharply.
"Falling off a fscking ladder." Marisa said harshly. "Oh, and it never would have happened if you hadn't decided to move!"
"Um, you can't say you didn't find it mildly entertaining." Bryan said, mocking her earlier words. Marisa shot him her most ferocious glare. She stopped putting up decorations and stormed over to him. "You got something to say bitch? Hm? Didn't think so!" She growled.
Bryan gave her and odd look and backed away a bit. 'Women sure are scary.' he thought. "What's up with you? PMSing maybe?" Marisa glared at him with her Evil Marisa Glare of Doom. "Your death is inevitable."
"..." Bryan continued staring. "Was that a threat?" he asked, lilac eyes narrowing.
Marisa laughed, though it sounded more like a snort. "Just stating the obvious." she went back to putting up decorations when there was another knock on the door.
"Is it safe to come in? Are you decent?" came the timid voice of Michelle.
They both grunted in respose and in walked Tala and Michelle.
"What happened Bryan? Couldn't control your hormones?" Tala asked. Bryan glared at him and handed Marisa yet another piece of crepe paper.
Michelle looked at the loft, which was now covered with Christmas decorations. "What's with all this stuff?" she asked.
"Tala thought we needed some X-mas spirit." Marisa said. "Much to our disagreement, of course." Bryan added.
Marisa and Bryan looked at each other. "Of Course." they said in unison.
Liz walked in the room. "Marisa you need to tune your gu-" she stopped when she noticed Michi. "Can I take her for a sec? Thanks." She grabbed Marisa's arm and pulled her out of the room, Much to Bryan's disagreement, and closed the door.
"You need to tune your gutar dumbass!" Liz said.
Marisa looked offended. "My ass is quite smart, it knows how to poo thank you." she said. Liz stared at her stupidly then walked away, running into the bane of her exsistance.
"Liz!" Johnny said. "Where were you? You were playing Beethoven and I wake up and you're gone!" he said as he followed her downstairs.
Marisa sighed and walked back into the room. Suddenly all eyes were on her. "What?" she growled.
"Why didn't you tell me Bryan had asked you on a date?" Michelle asked. If Marisa had been drinking something, it would have spewed out her nose by the look on her face. She looked at Bryan, the mastermind behind it all, and he gave her a look that said 'Play along or die a painful death.'
"W-why should I tell you about my personal life?" Marisa demanded.
"Because neither of you have any points-" Michelle stopped herself.
"What?" Bryan and Marisa demanded.
"Nothing." Michelle said quickly. Too quickly. She looked to Tala for support but his face clearly said, 'It was your idea.'
"Michelle! What are you hiding from your team leader?" Marisa asked her.
"Nani?" Michelle said.
"Nani, nani, don't nani me!" Marisa snapped. She switched her language to French so Tala and Bryan couldn't understand. "Why are you lieing to me?"
Michelle sighed. "Well, I guess I can tell you now. Seeing as you already completed it." Marisa raised an eyebrow to this. "Ma and Tala were playing matchmaker. You were the last to complete. We paired Ian and Mandy, Tracy and Spencer, and You and Bryan. It took you guys forever though." When she finished it seemed like a giant weight had been lifted off her shoulders, and she smiled. "But it doesn't matter now, because everyone's happy!"
Marisa's eye twitched. And it twitched and it twitched again. "What?" she asked in the calmest voice she could muster. "You did what?"
"Did you tell her?" Tala asked.
"Tell her what?" Bryan questioned.
"Noth-" Michelle began, but stopped when Marisa's eyes flashed a violent red. "That you were hooked up according to a matchmaking plan created by Tala." she said quickly.
Tala sighed and thought. 'Oh yeah, just place the blame on me.'
Bryan's eye also twitched. He grabbed Marisa's hand. Marisa didn't bother resisting. She was too lost in her fury. He shot glares to Tala and Michelle and stormed out of the room, pulling Marisa with him.
"Well, they took that better than I thought they would." Tala said.
Michelle just sighed.
Zoltar: Wow, that one was pretty long.
Readers: NOT LONG ENOUGH!
Zoltar: (screams and faints)
Seth: what a pansy...
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