Summary:
When the 16 year old, Tyson loses someone forever, he doesn't care about life anymore.
But what about his friends?
Yaoi, foul langue and self abuse warning
Ok this is my first B.B. fic so DON'T fire me? M'kay?
So, eh, oh yeah I don't own beyblade and or it's characters, but daim if I would, MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!
Ok I know I'm a psychotic moron.
Oh, but I do own the story itself and ray's parents.
Ps: first chapter always a little boring
(From Tyson's point of view)
'Always hated funerals, everywhere you look, unhappy crying people.
I'm no exception either.
Why is life so fuckin' hard man?...
First I have to hide the secret I'm gay, 2nd my best friend (Kenny) lies in a comma ever since that horrible car accident.
3rd max is in America (he lives with his mom now), and now this…
I know grandpa wouldn't like to see me crying but I can't help it, I just can't figure a life without him…'
"Now, I would like Tyson over here, Tyson?"
'Great, now it's my turn.'
I walked slowly towards the coffin, while whipping my tears away.
"Ehm, I am Tyson, the grandson of, you know. Ehm, I never told him how much I loved him, I, never really took credit for what he told and learned me, a…and...I'm sorry for that.
I never was the perfect grandson but I'm sure he was the perfect grandfather.
And ehm, I wish I said all this ages ago, when he was still with us.
An….. a….."
'I couldn't even finish my line, now I bursted out in tears and couldn't go on.'
"I'm sorry." I said while walking back to Ray and Kay, who was sitting next to me the whole funeral now.
"Hey, don't worry; I'm sure he heard what you just said to him, Tyson."
'Ray and Kay where the only friends I have left.
They have been watching over me since…'
"It's alright, Tyson, cry it all out of you." Kay said while putting his arm over my shoulders.
…
When the funeral was over I went home with ray.
I'm sure I'll be here for some time now, but his parents, who moved to this place recently, didn't care much.
"Do you need to bee alone for a second, Tyson?"
'It's maybe because we've been sitting on his bed for so long saying nothing that was making him nervous.
"Pleas, don't leave Ray, I need someone near me now."
God that sounded fucked up.
"Okay, ehm, Tyson?"
"Yea."
"Eh, hmm…"
I still have no clue what he wanted to tell me but he just grabbed me tight to his body and started hugging me… OO
I don't know how long it took, but after a few minutes in ray's arms, I fell asleep…
knock knock "Ray, Tyson, are you coming down?"
"Yes, mom, give me a sec."
That's the first thing I heard when I woke up.
I opened my eyes and I first saw Ray sitting on a chair while leaning his arms on the back of it.
"Hey." He said when I rubbed my eyes.
yean "how long did I slept?"
I asked
"About an hour or three." Wow that was longer than I thought.
"My mom was here; she asked for us to come down, are you feelin' well?"
"Yeah, I'm fine." Yeah, right, except that my eyes still stung from all the crying and I felt as miserable as…. Eh, whatever.
But I couldn't tell him that, can I?
"Let's go then." He said, stood up and walked towards me, who was still sitting on Ray's bed.
He grabbed my hand and pulled me over.
"Are you sure, I mean, are you really feeling ok?"
Why? Why did he putt on the famous puppy-eyed look? Everybody knows you can't lie to that look…
Well, what do ya think?
I hope you liked it PLEAS, review!