Title: Someone Comes Knocking.
By: Moonlit Sea
Disclaimer: Don't own Beyblade or any of its characters (anything else you don't recognise I own).
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Chapter 3 - On One Condition
For the rest of the day Tyson and (Faith) avoided each other, and when it came to dinner (Faith) ordered take out and ate up in her room, which suited Tyson just
fine.
He sat eating his food and flicking idly through channels finally settling on cartoons. He wasn't really watching though, he was thinking about what happened that
day. (Faith) had hated him from day one and he had no idea why. It bugged the hell out of him, he wanted to why she hated him so. Finally he decided he would
just go up and ask her, what's the worst that could happen? Besides her ending up hating him more? He made his way up to her room and walked in.
"Don't you ever knock?" she growled out as she sat up from typing on her laptop.
"Heh, sorry." He apologised.
"What do you want anyway?" as she stared at him.
"Why do you hate me so much?" thinking it best to come straight out with it.
(Faith) looked surprised, "Huh?"
"Why do you hate me?" Tyson repeated as he walked over to her and sat on the side of her bed. Seeing the confusion still on her face he explained a little more. "Ever since I came here you've had something against me."
"Really." She said with a slight smirk realising what he was now talking about.
"Yeah."
"Well then, let's just say that you kinda ruined my holiday plans."
"Oh." Tyson looked down at the floor.
Seeing his face sadden at her answer (Faith)'s smirk grew. (-Ah isn't guilt a wonderful thing.-)
"What were they?"
Caught off guard by his question (Faith) stuttered, "Uh… I-I-I was… uh…"
Tyson smiled at his small victory. He knew that she didn't have any plans in fact her mum had told him that she'd been bored as hell the day he came. Seeing the smile (Faith) groaned inwardly her cousin was right, she was growing soft. She didn't know what it was but somehow he seemed to have that affect on her and she didn't like it one bit.
"I may not of told you before but my room is off limits." As she got up and walked over to the door, opening it widely.
Tyson blinked at the sudden change of subject, was she telling him to leave?
(Faith) sighed, "That means get out."
Tyson calmly walked towards the door but before exiting asked
"Mind if you your computer? Since you won't talk to me might as well talk to someone who will."
(Faith) rolled her eyes at Tyson's subtleness or lack of.
"Fine. I'll set you up an account." She answers boredly.
They walked into the office and (Faith) began to set up an account for Tyson.
"There." She said finally "Happy now?" her voice had a sarcastic edge to it.
"Thanks." Tyson smiled.
(Faith) looked surprised a bit and nodded before leaving the room.
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Back in her room (Faith) sat crossed legged against the wall and placed her laptop on her legs.
someone please shoot me says:
sorry about that. damn annoying houseguest.
gotta love sugar says:
no problem
someone please shoot me says:
hey where'd Tiger go?
gotta love sugar says:
oh he had to leave. he told me to say bye
someone please shoot me says:
-rolls eyes- typical
its not my fault! has been added to the conversation.
gotta love sugar says:
whats not your fault?
it's not my fault! says:
never mind
someone please shoot me says:
well someones moody
it's not my fault! says:
-growls- oh go jump off a cliff
gotta love sugar says:
thats not very nice
someone please shoot me says:
-chuckles-
gotta love sugar says:
you know we should meet up sometime
its not my fault! says:
great idea
someone please shoot me says:
-nods- just name the place and the time
someone please shoot me says:
oh and don't forget to invite Tiger
gotta love sugar says:
-chuckles- how about tomorrow? Say 11?
Its not my fault! says:
sounds cool
someone please shoot me says:
gotta go just tell me where and I'll be there
hey that rhymed lol
gotta love sugar says:
-smiles- uh… how about in the town?
someone please shoot me says:
outside the shopping centre?
gotta love sugar says:
-nods-
someone please shoot me says:
k cya then
(Faith) then closed her laptop and stretched (-wonder if my Cuz would like to come? That way he can give me ideas of all the ways I annoy the hell outta Tyson.-) she took out her mobile and began dialling his number when she heard a knock on her door.
"What?" she snapped.
"I just thought you might like to know that I'm going to see a few friends tomorrow." A voice said through the door, it was unmistakably Tyson's.
"And I would care because…?"
"I thought you might like to come." He answered.
"No thanks."
Suddenly (Faith) heard chuckling in her ear and a voice said, "You have turned soft."
"Huh?" while talking to Tyson, (Faith) hadn't realised she'd pressed the call button and was now holding the phone up to her ear. She growled when it finally clicked. "That's not funny." She said menacingly.
"You turning soft? Oh I think it is."
"I was gonna ask if you'd like to join me and a couple of Internet friends down at the shopping centre. I was hoping you could give me a few ideas on how to… make his life hell, but now I just won't bother."
"Sounds interesting." There was a short pause then "Okay, but on one condition."
"What?" (Faith) asked downheartedly. Her cousin's 'conditions' usually entailed something she didn't like or wouldn't normally do.
"That you… wear a skirt and you bring your 'house guest'."
"Are you nuts!" she shouted into her mobile "There's no way I'm doing that!"
"Then I guess you'll just have to face him all alone."
(Faith) gritted her teeth, she could practically feel the smug smirk on her cousin's face.
"Fine." She said through clenched teeth. "We're meeting at eleven."
"That's a good girl. I'll see you tomorrow then."
She hung up the phone but still held it tightly, so tightly in fact that her knuckles were turning white. Her cousin had come up with some mean 'conditions' in the past but this was near torture!
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I'll leave it there. Heh heh
Moonlit Sea
