Alrighty then! Let's see…. I need to do a disclaimer first… Okay, who wants to do one?
Tala: waves hand around "Oh pick me! Pick me!"
TGR: smirks and shakes head "Okay, go ahead Red"
Tala: "Tigerrelly does not own Me or anyone else in Beyblade. In fact she owns nothing but her stupid cat who already scratched me twice today!"
TGR: "Well, who was the weirdo trying to poke at her with their Beyblade launcher? Hmm…?
Tala: sheepish grin "You weren't supposed to see that part. No fair"
TGR: "Whatever. Anyways, you all get the idea; no own, so please no sue."
Summary: Hillary's POV – Basically she's talking through / to her journal about all the different things that happen to the team. Set after the whole BEGA thing. It may not always make sense, but I like to think that everyone's minds are capable of doing all sorts of 'interesting' things. Hehe.
Authors note: Now, this is kind of a new way to write for me, so please be nice and let me know what you think. Honestly, I like it better then my other ones and I did this one quicker. Maybe I need to stop thinking so much about them. Hehe.
A Day in the Life...
Chapter 1: Will wonders never cease?
Okay, first off you may be wondering why this'll seem like it's starting in the middle of something, namely my life. Or maybe you're not wondering. Whatever, but I'll tell you anyways.
You, dear journal, are a gift from 'the boys'. I'm not usually one for writing my thoughts or whatever down and the guys actually know this (surprising as that might be), but evidently they saw you and they were 'beckoned' to purchase you, stating that it was just 'so me'.
I think that it has something to do with the pink fairy petting her silver pet dragon on the front cover. Do you think that they're trying to 'imply' something? About Tyson I mean. You know, the whole dragon being tamed thing? Maybe I'm the only one who reads into things like that. Oh well.
Anyways, since gifts from them are ever so very rare, I guess that I should make good use of their 'thoughtfulness'. Wouldn't want it to go to waste now would we? Yes, that was sarcasm that you were sensing.
I mean I really love them and everything, they are my best-friends after all, but for 'certain' things I don't trust them as far as I can throw them. Trust them with my life... anytime, no question there. Trust them when they buy me gifts out of the blue? No way.
In fact I can remember the last time they got me a gift. Or should I really say, Kai got me a gift and the rest just added their names to the card. (It's really the thought that counts I suppose, so no worries) He's pretty much the only one with the money. At least with the money for what they got me.
It's really very cool. There was actually a party put on for all of the beyblading teams, kind of like a little reunion or something. Anyways, it ended up being a 20's/30's swing party, so everyone had to dress up.
Somehow I convinced Kai to go (I still have no clue as to how). Everyone else, of course, was excited right from the start.
I think that Kai was just a little leery about the dressing up part. I really don't blame him, I wasn't overly comfy in my little flapper dress. (though the shorts underneath did help a little, not like anyone would actually try anything, the guys tend to be a little 'protective' and the other teams pretty much know this, and they're not the type that I'd worry about anyways)
Anyways, since the guys had/have no know-how on the subject of shopping, especially vintage, this is where I come in.
I took them to my favorite little vintage shop (I'm a closet vintage lover. Or at least I was) and helped them all pick out some really nice 'threads'.
So, as a thank you, they got me (which is now my favorite thing ever) this very way cool necklace that they noticed me eyeing while we were 'vintage' shopping.
It's a black metal choker with (this is where the factor of them using Kai's money comes in) 5 one carat diamonds, each about 2 inches apart from the next one. I like to call it my dog collar insert big cheesy grin here
Did I get off the subject? Did I even actually have one? Hmm..
I tend to do that I guess. So, I suppose that I should warn you now. I tend to be able to babble 'quite' a bit. Seriously, I could write 2 sentences one day and then the next day write like 20 pages of pure dribble. I know, scary, huh? I guess it just depends on my mood. So I hope you're prepared.
And yes, I do know that you're actually an inanimate object, but hey, it's easier for me this way. Otherwise I'd just feel stupid. I don't actually know what the difference might be, but let's just go with it for now.
And now normally (at least I think), most girls would be ever so worried about someone (someone like Tyson probably) finding and reading all about all their thoughts, etc. etc., especially when there's no lock on this thing, But amazingly, not me.
'My' boys are either too lazy (not that they could understand my babble anyways), don't care or actually respect my privacy. Will wonders never cease? I know. It actually does happen sometimes. Where's a camera when I need one?
And you know, now that I'm actually thinking about it, and writing in you, I'm glad that they got you for me. Now I can finally lay it all out. If I'm in the mood, as I previously mentioned anyways.
Everyone thinks that they know me so very well. And to an extent, they really do.
But there is so much more that I don't let anyone see. Yep, you guessed it, I wear a mask. Not for everything, I'm not fake or anything, just with certain things.
You know, like when someone does something stupid and everyone thinks that you'll react a certain way, when in actuality, the response that you want to make is completely opposite.
(Did any of that actually make sense? Oh well)
Anywho, that's how I am sometimes. Okay, most times. Though, I tend to just go with how everyone expects me to react most of the time. I don't know why...where's a 12 step program when you need one?
Take for instance me always seeming to get Tyson in trouble at school. I honestly could care less what he does. Hey, you gotta have fun somehow, right? But I just can't seem to stop myself from being a narc or whatever. Maybe it's some subconscious thrill or something, I just don't know.
And everyone always seems to think that it's funny. Maybe it's just because it's Tyson, cause I really doubt that one of the other guys would appreciate it overly much. Not that Tyson does, in fact he hates it, but you get the picture I'm sure.
As for me, you would probably be surprised to know that I have got some of the most elaborate pranks planned out in my mind that it's not even funny.
But do I do any of them though? Of course not, because no one would ever expect me too, and I can't go against that, can I?
Though, now that I'm thinking about it, talk about being able to get away with something no worries. jeez... hmmm... you know maybe someday I'll actually do something that I want to and either throw everyone off or just pretend I have no clue.
Yeah... that might be fun. Though, I'm pretty sure that Kai suspects a different reaction out of me most times. It's funny, everyone thinks that he's so quite usually due to lack of wanting to socialize, I think that it's his way of observing without any complications. I think he knows more about us then anyone else just by watching.
Though, he's really not that un-social. Not as much as people think anyways. We've all got our own little idiosyncrasies and we accept each other for them (or is that in spite of?)
We are definitely a 'different' bunch of friends, but I wouldn't have it any other way.
Well, that's it for now. Tomorrow is our first day back at school after the summer break, so who knows what I'll have to say (if anything), after that.
Later for now Blacky!
P.S. I've decided on this nick-name for you, for right now, since your cover (minus the cool picture) is black velvet. Very nice. If I think of anything better later, I'll let you know.
Till next time!
Always yours,
Hilary :)
