Note: Non lo so is Italian and means I don't know.
Non Lo So
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
Rating: PG 13
Dedicated to Italy!
Chapter 1/…
People speak of love and its undying power. They talk of miracles, happiness and whatnot, if they think of love. Actually they talk more than they think about it. Because most of the time they don't think when they talk. Love's not something to think but something to feel anyway. Nobody can make you feel.
Some people are loved more than others. Some people love more than others. Love can grow in quantity. Can it grow in quality?
It can.
It has.
And it happened to me…
I stood at the threshold and stared into the dimly lit room. On the left side there stood several beds. On the right a table. In front of the table sat a boy about a year older than me. His blood red eyes trailed over the paper he held and paused every several seconds. He was frowning.
It could have been his own text, he was reading, or a letter from his grandfather. It could have been so much, but out of all of those possibilities it had chosen so badly and become my English test. Inwardly I winced when Kai glanced at me.
Sweet Merlin, why did I forget to put it away the day before?
"Tyson, I still love you but this is a bloody disaster." My eyes bugged out and I gasped. "Yeah, it's that bad." He groaned out, not understanding my reaction at all. "At least don't forget the verbs you idiot!" He continued with skimming over the rest of the pages, sighing every so often. I didn't know whether to cry or to laugh.
"You love me?" I asked tentatively, unable to keep my darn mouth shut even on that subject. He stopped reading and stared over the paper at me, red eyes glimmering weirdly in the dark room and idly smirked at me.
"Didn't I tell you so earlier?" He asked his voice dropping to a quiet murmur. I jerkily shook my head: no. "Well, now you know."
"You're having me on!" I finally huffed.
"Why should I?" He asked somewhat bored.
"Wha!" I made, because I didn't know what to retort.
"Love is friendship set on fire." He quoted sarcastically. "Now Dranzer is fire enough to last for two. You don't need to love me back."
At that he had stalked out of the room. He wasn't one of words and would never be. If I had watched him closer, maybe I would have seen the silent hurt in his eyes…
To be continued