High School Rivals
Authors note: Okay! I updated! Go me! Sorry ya had to wait a week for a update but I gots me a job! YAY! Real money! Anyways, THANKS FOR THE REVIEWS! I lub them sooo muchies. I'm a little up-ed on sugar right now. HAPPY READINGS! And remember to review!
Warnings: Swearing and adult situations. Parental advisory.
Disclaimer: Beyblade isn't mine
Chapter 17:
"Good morning Oliver." Kirby yawned like a cat as she walked down the flight of stairs from the side of the kitchen. She still had her pj's on which consisted of a pair of red pajama pants with little yellow stars on them, a white with pink lining tank top, and her puffy baby blue slippers with a polar bear on the top. Her long wavy brown hair was down, touching her shoulder blades.
"Hey sunshine, how'd sleep?" Oliver's light voice floated through the spacious white tiled kitchen as he stood by the stove flipping pancakes in one pan and eggs in the other.
"Okay I guess. Lily's loud in the mornin' though, woke me up since she forgot not to slam the door again." She commented with a smile and hopped up on the counter beside the plates of food, her feet swinging back and forth in the air. Breaking off a piece of chocolate chip pancake, she giggled as the green haired boy mock-glared at her.
"oh? What time did they leave?" he asked distractedly as he reached for the pepper shaker.
"4:45 I think. I went back to sleep." she said sliding off the counter, she accepted the plate stacked with a dozen pancakes and another plate with a variety of eggs and bacon.
"jeez, that's fricken early." he commented as he started on his next dish.
"uh hmm…" was the only reply as the girl disappeared into the 'Common Area' It was where they mostly ate, did homework, watched t.v., and just chilled and talked. The area, like all aspects of this house; was large but very simple unlike the other rooms. The room has a large glass dinning table which had 12 colorful place mats and fruits of all sorts on in the middle it was situated closes to the backyard and the only area with checkered tiles, overlooking their backyard and led out to the pool. The wall facing the backyard was glass, from top to bottom, and also had two double sliding doors. On the other side of the room was like any living room, the carpet was a rich lavender color with pale pink walls, a plasma t.v. fully equip with the lastest entertainment system and movies. Big soft dark purple couches surrounding the area with a glass tear shaped coffee table in the middle. It was more comfortable and casual then their 'golden-trimmed' dining room that they had, where formal dinners and parties were held.
Placing the plates of food down beside the others, Kirby noticed that the tall lavender teen was the only one present at the table.
"Morning Robert." Kirby said softly as she slid into a seat across the said boy and grabbed for the orange juice.
Looking up from his newspaper, he greeted the kind-natured girl good morning and pushed the carton of juice towards her since she was a little out of reach. "Where are the others?" he asked, his deep masculine voice was cool and calm as he returned back to reading.
Kirby paused in mid reach for the bowl of fruit salad and tilted her head to the side and said thoughtfully, "Oh…umm…Rique and Max went out for a jog this morning so they should be back soon. Blaire's doing laps in the pool, Oliver's in the kitchen and Ozuma is still sleeping."
"Where are the two brats?" he questioned behind the paper.
"Their out for their morning drive." Kirby's grey eyes shined in triumph as she finally reached the bowl of fruit and she started to pile it on her plate. It's not that she was short or anything, it's just that the bowl was on the other side of the table right by the end, and she didn't feel like getting up.
"hmmm…" was his only reply.
"Alright, this is the last batch." Oliver announced as he placed down a plate of strawberry waffles and a bottle of whipped cream. The boys wore their sleeping clothes around the house also, usually just a pair of boxers and a t-shirt or wife-beater.
"Oh wow! This looks great!" Kirby grinned as she snatched a waffle.
"Coffee…now" a grouchy Ozuma walked in and practically growled out as he grabbed for the coffee. He's not really a morning person. The boy had his still wet red and black hair in a small pony tail, too early in the morning to be bothered with gel-ing it. Ozuma plopped down in the seat beside Oliver and sipped his steaming java as he stared into space, waiting for the caffeine to kick in.
"Morning yall." Enrique and Max, the youngest was the one doing the greeting, entered through the back doors, sliding them open and just closing the screen doors to let the fresh air in. They slipped off their sneakers and pulled off their sweaters they wore with track pants since it was a bit chilly early in the mornings. Tossing them carelessly on the couch, they took a seat at the table and started to pile their plates with food.
"So I was thinking that we do a road trip for winter break." Enrique said suggestively to everyone as he stuffed in a whole pancake in his mouth.
"Road trip to where?" Ozuma said as he took another gulp of his black coffee, it starting to kick in already and the boy going back to his normal, happy self.
"I dono." the dirty blonde said as he shrugged.
"Maxie, why aren't you eating?" Kirby asked worriedly, noticing the said bleach blonde boy's plate not even touched.
"Is my food bad!" the green hair chef shouted and stood up, insulted. The boy was usually so calm and reasonable, so well mannered and what not. But no one messes with his cooking.
"No! Oliver, you know I love your cooking! It's not that…" the junior trailed off.
"Oh, okay! So what's up Max, you're not your usual hyper self." Oliver asked concerned. He shrugged as Robert looked up from his paper and glanced at him questionably, but he didn't know what was wrong with the youngest.
"It's just…just…" the blonde spluttered out, looking about ready to cry.
"MORNING!" Blaire shouted as she completed the trio of blondes in their group. She was coming in the other back door, the one that led to the pool area, sliding the doors closed, she stepped out of her white flip-flops and tossed the towel around her neck on the couch on top of the sweaters. Her long platinum blonde hair was up in a high bun and the girl was only wearing a white bikini. Slinking over like a lazy cat, she first walked behind where Oliver was seat, leaned down, and kissed the boy on the cheek.
"Morning li'brother." she smiled at the boy and ruffed his neat hair, well…was neat hair.
"Morning sis." he said absent-mindedly as they all continued to look at Max.
"Hey…what's going on?" the molten eyed girl asked with scrunched brows, slipping into an empty seat beside Ozuma.
"Max isn't eating." Kirby filled in, worriedly looking over the aforementioned boy currently looking down at his lap.
"Oh." was her reply as she too, looked over at him. Max was her little brother's best-friend, and she cared deeply for the cutie. He cared about every one and just was such a happy person, you want to be around him, he pulls you in without knowing it.
"It's just…just…that…I'M FAT!" Max screamed broken-heartedly.
…silence…
-everyone was on the floor, animatedly falling off their chairs-
"erm…Max…your not fat, at all. What's so ever." Oliver said confused as to what brought this up. Sometimes, his best friend reminded him of a pre-Madonna-teenage girl.
"Enrique, how can you just sit there and eat like that!" Blaire shouted, as she noticed the only one that wasn't at least offering a little bit of reassurance was him. He just sat there, eating away at a sausage in one fork and toast in the other.
Looking up when he was addressed, the blonde rolled his eyes and shot back; "what? It's stupid, he's like a fucken girl or something. C'mon! Whatever, I'll be there when he actually has a real problem that I can help with."
"What the fuck Enrique?" Blaire shot back, standing up with a butter knife in her hand. Robert assessed the situation and just took another sip of his coffee and resumed reading the latest on the beyblade tournaments.
"It's okay Blaire." Max called out to the angry, short-tempered girl.
"No Maxie, it's not okay! He has no right to be that damn insensitive to other people's feelings!" she shouted out, glaring at Enrique and him returning it.
"I'm not being 'insensitive' I just don't get why we have to get work-up over an idiotic issue. I don't know why you're getting so pms about it."
"If you don't have anything nice to say, then you should of shut your fucken mouth."
"If I recall correctly, I was happily eating, you're the one that wanted to make something out of nothing." he shot back at her.
"Really…it's okay Blaire, Enrique helped me enough," Max said waving his hands in the air, everyone turned to Max and didn't notice how the English boy's eye widened with panic.
"MAX! That's not go through that again!" the blonde senior boy said loudly and forcing a laugh.
"No no, I want to hear how Enrique 'helped' Max. Maxie, what did he do?" Blaire asked suspiciously. "Stop laughing you idiot!" and the molten eyed girl threw her sausage right in his face.
"Bitch!" he spat out along with grease from the meat which fell onto his lap after sliding down his face, leaving its greasy trial. Busy wiping his face he didn't notice Max already talking until he heard the end of the junior's sentence…
"-he was the one that told me I was getting fat while we were jogging." said Max.
All was silent, Enrique swallowed loudly and risked looking up…BIG MISTAKE! Food from all directions were thrown at him, eggs, bacon, pancakes, everything. Enrique, a boy that won't go down alone, grabbed food off his plate and started to chuck them at everyone…things keep getting worse for him eh?...since his waffle had hit Robert, landing on his lavender colored hair. The oldest looked up from his newspaper and glared at the only one that was throwing in his direction because everyone else was throwing at one certain blonde haired boy. Feeling bad that no one was on his team, Robert grabbed a bowl of fruit salad and hurled it at Ozuma, soaking the teen with the juices.
"What the fuck Robert!" the soaked boy shouted, wiping a cantaloupe off his face.
The accused boy shrugged and smirked, "It's more fun this way." And then he grabbed a pancake and threw it at Blaire, the whipped cream falling down her chest and into the crease of her boobs, through her white bakini you could see her now hard nipples. "That's fucken cold!" she shouted and threw a eggs and bacon combo at the tall teen. Squeals and screams, cuss words and death-threats, over all it was a pretty damn good food fight.
Once everything edible was thrown and the table was clear, the group was worn but smiling. Gathering up on the tiled floor they all were laying down on their backs on the cold floor but it felt nice against their flushed bodies.
"I'm hungry." Ozuma stated as he felt a rumble in his tummy. Everyone all agreed to that.
"Well I have half a waffle and whipped cream on me." Blaire said as she noticed the said waffle hanging off her.
"Pass it over." the black and red haired boy said and started to chew on the food. Crawling over to the platinum blonde girl, he started to lick the trail of whipped cream off her neck and ventured down her crease where the creamy goodness was gathering. His tongue was causing her to giggle but she did nothing else and let him clean her off.
"I have some eggs and a sausage in my shirt. Hm…how'd that get there?" said Kirby as she looked down the front of her tank top.
"oh! I'm in!" shouted Oliver, noticing how hungry he was.
"Me too!" Max shouted, wanted to do the same thing as his best friend.
"uh..umm…o-okay." Kirby said nervously, she didn't know she was volunteering to be a plate but okay…sure why not. Laying back down on her back, she tensed her body as the boys crawled over to her. They first finished off the sausage, and then started to suck and lick the little egg pieces off her chest. She was giggling like mad and squirming like a worm.
Enrique looked over at Robert and the tall teen boy's instant reply was, "don't even thing about eating off me."
That's how Deadly Blades found them….
With Ozuma licking Kirby's scantly clad body.
With Kirby being eaten by two teenage boys, her tank top drawn up since they found some food there also.
With Enrique eating off the floors since he was hungry,
And with Robert, magically retrieving his newspaper, and was reading in the middle of the chaos.
End…mwahaha cliffys are so easy to put in now…I never knew. Cuz before I never did them…hmm. Okay next chappie won't have one. No worries. Lily and Tala will be in the next chapter too! Leave your mark in my review-bookie! Ja ne! Ms. Oopa out!
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