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HELLO! ::waves:: I'm back for another chapter of E&M 'Reapplied'. I have a plot know, so I know exactly where this is going and how I'm going to end it, when I get to that! BUT in the mean time, please enjoy this chapter. Just when Oliver thought that things couldn't get any worse, they do. But then again, he is cursed! Enjoy!!!

"Just another one of those 'Throw a piano off a tall building' moments!"

Is it just me, or does anyone else get the feeling that I'm cursed. And that when you think nothing else can go wrong, something will. Or when there's no way that things could get worse, but somehow it always does. I don't mean to sound sacrilegious, but GOD where are you? What could possibly be more important than what happens to me? This situation is all to familiar for me to feel comfortable.

Enrique's jaw gaped open and kinda just moved up and down with small quivering shakes.

"Oliver……….what are your parents doing here?" Enrique gasped. I want to say 'Because I'm cursed' but, my sarcastic tongue couldn't fight off my realistic one.

"I don't know?" My breath shook in my mouth. I ducked my head when they looked in our direction. I'm going to kill them! I know they did this! My parents don't just show up out of the blue to their restraint, they only come if they absolutely have to. Oh My God. They're getting led to a table! A table next to ours……. Just when I had actually slightly considered that it couldn't possible get any worse. But then I remember that, I'm cursed. Damn that curse.

Enrique's face scrunches up and he looks like he's about to cry. He's such a girl. He should learn to be more of a man from me! Ok back to the more important stuff, like ::gasps:: What was mum thinking wearing that blouse with that skirt!

"I'd rather face what Johnny and Robert have install, than stay here and possibly ruin my life" Enrique whispered. I pursed my lips, just figuring out that I had been gaping ever since my parents walked in. Way to make an idiot of yourself Oliver! "If your parents see us, they'll tell my parents. And then no telling what mum will do then to get me back home." He's right. This could do to us what it did to Johnny and Robert. Make us laughing stocks of the entire millionaire community. We could be made social outcasts. Just the thought of it is making my whole body go numb. We have to get out of here.

"Ok, how do you insist we do it?" I asked. He rolled his eyes.

"Oliver not everything in life has to be some great big master plan. We can just leave" He said, with that annoying 'your such an idiot' tone. Who does he think he's calling an idiot! He's the idiot! I wont clarify that just yet, I'll wait until he does something that is really, really stupid and then I'll get back to you.

"F.Y.I Enrique! We have to think of some kind of strategy to get out of here, to avoid my parents and the reporters!" I whispered harshly.

"So what do you propose we do?" He has such high expectations of me. He thinks that I always have some kind of plan. Although I don't disagree with his view, for I am a quick thinker, and an evil one at that. But I just don't feel comfortable being put on the spot like that.

"I don't know!" He put on a shocked face. He's mocking me! How dare he mock me! ::glares:: His shock turned to a contemptuous grin. OOO I want to slap him so hard. When I said slap, what I meant was punch. ::awkward laughter:: he. he. he. "If your so smart En. ri. que! Why don't you think of something! And do it soon, my parents will get a bit suspicious if we continue whispering like this!"

"Ok!" He said standing up. What the hell is he doing? He grinned. "I'm just going to use the little girls room" He said in a high pitched voice, and headed in the direction of the toilets. Shock embraced my features, and my mouth gaped. I can't believe he just did that! He just left me here! And he said 'little girls room'. NOW that is funny. ::giggles:: ::looks around:: Remind me not to 'giggle' out loud when I'm sitting by myself. Ok that's it! I have to leave! I'll just go to the bathroom just like Enrique did.

"Excuse me miss, but may we borrow the salt from your table?" With out having to turn my head, I knew it was my father. And I don't think that I will be turning my head cause if I did then I'd be in big trouble.

"Yes sure, here" My voice shock as I talked. In my panic to pass him the cursed object I knocked it over, the grainy substance spilling across the table. Just my luck, not only am I cursed by my surroundings are also! In an attempt to escape, I stood quickly, only to break one of my heals and fall back down again.

I hand came in to view from above. Enrique? What the hell. He came back to save me! I knew that he couldn't just leave me here! He's so lovely. We sat back down at the table as one of the waiters cleaned the salt of it. My father turned back to his meal. I smiled at Enrique.

"There were no windows" He said bluntly. So he didn't come back for me, he came back because he couldn't escape!

"Thanks Enrique. That makes me feel so loved" He rolled his eyes.

"Oliver I wouldn't have left without you!" I seriously doubt that! But I wont tell him that.

"Thanks" I stated tediously. "So Enrique, since your master plan failed, how do you intend to leave?"

"Use the front door" He grinned arrogantly. "With out making scene" ::gasps:: He says that like he expects that I would be the one making the scene. What does he think that I am? Some kind of retard? I get the feeling that I shouldn't say that out loud, because I know that he'll answer it and I know exactly how he will answer it. Again, I feel so unloved. I think that it should be an indictable offence, to mock me, and/or any stupid person. Hmmmm…. I didn't really think about it before I said it. WAIT! Technically I didn't say it out loud…. SOOOOO it's not like anyone is listening to my thoughts so who's gonna know that I called myself stupid? Nobody! Do I always think like this? Do I always think like I'm talking to someone? I feel kinda stupid now.

"We still have to pay, so it's not like it will be a quick exit!" I said frankly. He looked thoughtful. He. He. He'd forgotten about that. He tried to cover his forgetfulness with a cynical smirk.

"I knew that Oliver" He shrugged.

"Of course you did!" I said sarcastically. He knew that I knew that he'd forgotten and didn't bother arguing with me. He lifted a finger, and spoke.

"Lets just leave a couple of hundred with the waitress, and then we can leave quickly and quietly" Damn and I really wanted him to come up with something stupid, so that I could tease him and stuff. And there is no way in the world that I am going to compliment him on having a good idea! No way in the world, I have to much pride to do that!

"Good idea Enrique" Who am I kidding? I have no pride! Enrique called one of the waitresses over.

"Can we pay for our meals now?" He asked. She shook her head.

"No sorry…. Ma'am, you have to pay at the front before you leave" She answered smiling sweetly. I can tell that she thinks that we aren't girls but doesn't want to say anything, just in case we aren't. Enrique slipped her a few hundred and asked her to handle the bill and keep the change, which, she did promptly.

"Ok Oliver, here is our chance." He was about to stand, but stopped to say something. "Just don't make a scene. OK!" Now that is not nice. I feel insulted that he has to say that. What the hell does he think I'm going to do? I glare at him. He takes it as an 'ok'. We both stand casually, but just as I take my first step I trip. Darn, I forgot about my broken heal. What's worse is I tripped and consequently fell into one of the waitresses bearing food. I took her down with me, all the food on her tray spilling on me and the surrounding tables, including my parents. Could this get any worse? AND I'M COVERED IN…. ::licks lips::……Mmmmm Chocolate.

The waitress I had tripped was apologising profusely, and trying to clean up the mess. Meanwhile everyone in the restraint was staring at me in shock. All except for one person. Enrique. He had a look of disappointment in his eyes, one that made my stomach turn. How is it that he knew that I was going to screw up even before I stood? Am I that predictable, and clumsy? I hope Enrique's not to mad at me, although knowing my luck……. I am sooooo dead!

Did you like it? I hope that you did! OK in the next chapter there is going to be a massive surprise! Nobody will see it coming! Be ready for the biggest shock in Eyeliner and Mascara history!!!!

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