Glue or Jam
Disclaimer: To own or not to own Beyblade. That is the question! I do not own Beyblade. So do not sue me.
A/N: Just for the laughter and joy! Please find some amusement!
Summary: So Ming-Ming and Garland actually like each other. Mystel and Raven love each other no doubt. Brooklyn is still looking for another shirt. And Crusher is an evil genius at work. Do not disturb. But how is the Russian boy doing?
Valkov Residence
Tala pulled the sheets over his head. The sound of the alarm in his ears. He then rolled over and crushed the alarm with his fist…another clock broken.
"You really don't know your strength, do you?"
A tall girl appeared in the doorway. Her long blue hair tumbling down past her shoulders. She had a bucket of water in hand.
"Oh it's you Kimmy…" Tala groaned, getting out of bed.
He didn't realize what Kimmy was planning until it was too late…
"Bloody hell, Kimmy!" he shouted as the cold water covered him.
The teen gave him a sugary smile and opened the door. Tala, who was all wet, opened the drawer beside him and pulled out a bottle of-believe it or not-whipped cream!
"Oh Kimmyyyy!"
"Hn?" Kimmy turned to a full helping of whipped cream.
Tala couldn't help but smirk. Seeing that Kimmy and whipped cream didn't mix too well…
"TALA!" Kimmy yelped, throwing what seemed like a glue stick at Tala. They heard a thump and then the sticky substance was in Tala's bright red hair.
Tala took the empty bottle of whipped cream and chucked it at Kimmy. They heard another thump. Kimmy tripped over the table and fell onto Tala who was still sitting on the bed. They both lay together in bed, Kimmy over Tala. They shared a little moment together and then Kimmy made a sly remark.
"The glue's still there…" she said, pointing to the spot where the sticky substance was.
"It better not be…" he threatened.
Kimmy smiled sweetly. "It's jam…"
