Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Rating: M

Note: Oh well. I've still got major writers block.

Twice

Chapter One

There are two things you can't do in summer. Go skiing and tell a friend of the same gender that you love him.

There are two things you absolutely shouldn't do in winter. Go swimming and tell a friend of the same gender that you like like him.

You shouldn't buy him flowers.

You shouldn't buy him red roses either.

You shouldn't even think of buying him red roses to begin with!

You should just turn around and walk out of this shop.

Just. Do. It.

Turn around.

You can do it.

I know you can.

Kai?

Kai?

DUDE!

"Young man, what do you need?" A nice lady asks me.

"Roses." I say. Man, I was pissed though of course that wasn't showing on my face.

"Oh, not by any chance red ones?" She asks and gives me a smile. The smile. The smile you only give customers who want red roses. The kind I shouldn't be getting. The kind I should avoid by all means. The kind I-

"Exactly those." -Damn it. Now, can't argue with that, right?

Man, what do you think you're doing?

Going here and buying roses!

You've lost it!

No – wait – you never actually had it!

Now what are you going to do with them?

You can't go and give them to him.

You can't.

Can't.

I opened the door to our hotel room. I heard them talking in the kitchen. The anger got worse. I quickly strode over to the slightly ajar door and yanked it open. Ray's glass of water shattered on the floor. Max snapped for air and Tyson merrily spit out the banana he had just been eating. Banana…hmmm…

"I hereby announce that I'm completely and utterly in love with you Kinomiya." I drawled and stared fixedly at the blue eyed Japanese. He looked like as though he was about to faint. "But since I know that you're not into guys just take note of my undying love and go back to staring at Mariah – ah yes. I've seen you stare at her during the last tournament. But will you please also take note of the fact that Mariah is irritatingly much into Ray, since the second world championships. I've written down every damn girl that's probably going to fall for you if you show a bit of respect. This list-" -I shoved several pieces of paper into his face- "contains approximately thirty girls which like your hair style. Ten who like the way you smile. Five who'd probably die if you'd only look at them, seven who'd kill for you, thirteen who are stalker like – I wouldn't go anywhere near them if I was you - , seven who aren't just fans, but actually people you know from earlier days, three who are rich, if you're into that, and a larger crowd who adores your eyes." Tyson slumped down into his chair, staring strangely at me. I shrugged. "Your eyes are fine."

"This is insane." Tyson muttered. He was in shock, I could tell.

"Oh yeah. Your roses. Another sign of my frightening loss of sanity."

"Ah…"

"One last thing; please leave me alone for the next thirty minutes. I've prepared several poisonous pills but I'm not sure whether they work instantly." I smiled and gleefully looked through the room. Ray actually jerked when my gaze swept over him. Then I bowed. "Will anyone wish me a nice riddance?" Nobody said a word. "Oh well." I calmly turned around and walked out of the room, leaving three very baffled teens staring at several pieces of paper and my roses of love. Soon after I left them I heard a startled

"Emily likes your hair!"

through the wall, but otherwise the air was pretty calm. However, just as I wanted to open my door there was another explosion of sound.

"Did he say he was going to poison himself!" I smiled and nodded at nothing in particular. Yes, that was indeed the general idea.

To be continued…