On This Night
A/N: Thanks again to everyone who reviewed! Well, it was interesting to see what people thought about the OCs and pairings and everything. Very interesting..yes…lol.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade or any of its characters. I just wish I did. I also don't own Iced Caps, MSN, and I made up the email addresses. Any ressemblance to real emails is purely coincedental.
I DO OWN THE POEM, "I PUT ON MY HAT." I WROTE IT, I OWN IT. Any similarities to real poems is purely coincidental.
((Sample)) Instant Messaging
Chapter Three: I Put on my Hat
"Oh, I can't believe it's almost Christmas!" Capri squealed to Max.
"Yeah, me either! Say…what do you want?"
"Hey! We've only known each other for 2 weeks! You can't get me a present!" Capri argued. "Plus, I haven't gotten you one!"
"Iced Cap," Tyson had taken to using Clarice's annoying nickname for Capri. "Max never said he was going to get you a present."
Max rolled his eyes. "True, no I didn't. But that's what I meant, Capri's right."
"Well, if you're getting her a present, you gotta get me a present, Maxy!"
"Yeah, course! But…there are eight of us. That's kinda…large. Behemoth. Numerous."
"Huh?"
"He means, that's way too many people that we could possibly buy for with our own money, plus family and other friends…" Capri said.
"Hey! I know!" Bee exclaimed. "Let's do a Secret Santa! That way, everyone gets something, but no one pays as much."
Everyone agreed to the suggestion. They agreed that they would present each other with their gifts on Christmas Eve.
((So, who did you get?)) The nosy Bee asked Capri.
((I cant tell you, its supposed to be Secret Santa)) Capri replied.
((Somehow, i knew youd say that. But I need to tell you who I got, because I have no idea what to get them. So its only fair that you tell me yours.))
((Fine. But you cant tell anyone else, or itll screw everything up.)) Capri warned. Bee had a bad habit of screwing up Secret Santas.
((Fine))
((I got Max.))
((I knew it. So youll have no trouble there…))
((What do you mean? Of course I will I don't know him that well))
((ya u do))
((well I no him better than you))
((lol yeah you do))
((ok so who did u get?))
((…Tyson. That's why I need ur help))
((ha! Figures that u got him lmao))
((figures? Why?))
((cuz u liiiiike him XP)) Capri still figured Bee liked Tyson.
((do not ive told u ppl many times that I don't!))
((yeah yeah whatever! Anyway I cant help u. u no him best out of all of us cept max and them. I dunno, do something creative.))
((like wut? I cant really do anything crafty.))
((write a poem. Youre good at that))
((I am? Remember my last one))
((yeah I remember. But that was like years ago. Youre better now))
((lmao I guess so but its TYSON hes not gonna understand it))
((LMAO good point tho. Well write one anyway)) Capri was out of ideas.
((fine. Who do u think evryone else got?))
((im not telling! It would screw everything up!))
((so u no? grrrr I will find out!)) Another mission for Bee…
((yeah knowing u, u will lmao))
((well, g2g, ttyl!))
Bridget finally signed off her MSN to ask her parents to go shopping (Christmas Eve was only 2 weeks away, she had to get a move on!) but first paused to check her email one last time. There was 1 new message in her inbox.
To: "Bridget"
From: "Tyson Granger"
Subject: Yo, Bee!
Hey Bee! Wuts up? Hey do u no wut our hmk is for history? Cuz I don't lol.
Ur probably all 'hey how did he get my email' relax I just asked max. I no u have evryone on msn except me. (well and kai cuz its kai and he doesn't talk) u don't want to add me cuz u hate me XP but its ok
Aside from that do u want to come over? We can go to the park or somethin
You can bring ur friends if u wanna
-Ty
Bee felt she had no choice but to reply. After all, he did need the homework…but she had a funny feeling that wasn't the only thing he was after.
To: "Tyson Granger"
From: "Bee Calamari"
Subject: RE: Yo, Bee!
Hello, Tyson. You're right, when I first read your email, I was flipping out. But I guess I couldn't expect to evade you forever XP
As for the homework, we have to make a poster (do you remember now?), which is due tomorrow. Just on regular sized paper.
And by the way, I don't hate you. I never have. You're just not my favourite person XP Jokiiiiiiiiiing.
Bee paused. To go, or not to go? That was the question. She decided it would be rude not to, after just saying she didn't hate Tyson. She continued typing:
I'll come to your house in an hour. I'm not bringing anyone because Capri's at dance and Clare and Savannah are studying together.
Sounds fun
-Bee
This was a lie, actually, but Bee quickly emailed Capri, Savannah and Clare telling them not to talk to Max, Ray, or Kai on MSN until she came back on MSN. She just hoped they would get the email in time and listen to her instructions, because she really didn't want them knowing about her excursion with Tyson. They would turn it into a date.
"Diiing Dooonng!" Bridget rang the cheery sounding doorbell of Tyson's house with extreme nervousness. She wore close-fitting jeans and red v-neck tee with an fuzzy ivory sweater. All this was of course underneath a very warm, red winter coat, because it's Canada. She hoped she wasn't overdressed-or underdressed.
"Uhh.." Bee leaned in closer to the door to see if anyone was coming.
"Hey." Tyson suddenly opened the door from somewhere Bee couldn't see, and, being caught unaware, Bee literally fell into the house.
"Bumblebee, get OFF, save it for later, geeze!"
"Make me." Bee said, but then jumped up. "You have such a sick mind. You're the one who opened the door on me in the first place."
"It wouldn't be polite to leave you outside." Bee just glared, but then grinned. It was too hard to stay mad at him. He had what some would call a natural "Puppy-Dog Face."
"Tyson, are you torturing Bridget!" Kai barked from upstairs. "I told you, you could only invite her over if you promised to be a good little boy!"
"I never thought I'd hear Kai say that, not in a million years!" Bee said to Tyson. "No, Kai, he's behaving just fine!" Bee thought she heard a faint 'Hn' from upstairs, but she wasn't sure.
"Okay, let's go."
"Okay, but we have to go this way, because…uh…the other way is dangerous." Bee said. That wasn't true at all, but if they went the other way, one of her friends might spot her. Tyson looked at her curiously, but said nothing. Hefigured he was lucky just to have this chance.
Once they arrived at the local park just a block away, Bee immediately dashed for the swings-her favourite. She never swung very high, but just being on them made her feel dizzy and happy inside.
Kind of just like now,
As their eyes met for one brief second,
Just one second.
Maybe it was just the swings, but…
Never mind.
Never mind. Bridget always told herself-Never mind. It was nothing. But what if it wasn't nothing and was actually something? Bee shook her head in confusion.
"…What's wrong? You okay?" Tyson asked in concern. He thought he saw something glisten in Bridget's eye, but maybe it was only the light.
"…It's nothing. Never mind." Bridget stammered, tripping over her own words. Never mind…but he shouldn't never mind, it was his business, too. Or was it?
"…Okay…" Tyson said uncertainly. "But you could tell me if you wanted to."
"I know. But…I think I better go home. I just forgot, my mom's expecting me…" Another lie. "…Bye."
"Wait! Bee, you can't go home on your own."
"…I can't? Yes I can…I have every other time I came here…I gotta go, Tyson…bye…" And with that, she ran. Bridget was pretty experienced in running away from the things she loved. She did so at least once a year. But this time was different.
She ran, and ran, and ran, not paying any attention at all to where she was going. Not until…
"Bee! What's wrong! What are you crying for?" Bridget heard a door slam and a girl with bushy brown hair run out…Capri. In her panic, Bridget had run the wrong way.
After all those years of running, she'd run the wrong way.
"…Bee, what are you doing…"
Bridget sniffed. What to do, now? Run away, again? But maybe…maybe Capri could help…No. Even she herself didn't know what was wrong with her. How could Capri? "…It's nothing. Never mind. I was just out walking and I was thinking…it's okay."
Capri didn't believe her, of course. Bee didn't cry unless there was a good reason in her mind. But she knew it was hopeless to get Bee to admit anything-she was probably confused herself. "Okay, whatever. But it's still another 3 blocks to your house, and you're not exactly in the best shape for walking. I'll take you."
Lying in bed that night, Bee thought. And thought. And thought. Until finally she remembered Secret Santa. And she remembered the poem. She got up. Bridget knew what to write now.
I put on my hat.
My thinking cap…
Unlike any other
Or at least,
I will try
But people stare and people wonder
But people never ever stop to think
With their thinking caps on
Like I do.
Run, run away!
People say
Run, run away!
But do they stop to think
With their thinking caps on?
No,
No they don't
People stare and people wonder
But people never think
Things
Through
'Til
It's
Too
Late.
But then…
It's too late.
And what they have lost
Will never berecovered.
Will it?
If this piece
Affects you
Say
I.
I.
I.
I.
I.
I.
Then maybe you will recover
What you have lost,
Because then
Only then
Will you have
Put on your hat.
-Bridget
P.S.: I'm sorry. Never again will I run away. I.
A/N: "I Put on my Hat." I wrote that. The line 'I put on my hat,' comes from a poem I wrote when I was in grade 2, believe it or not. (You can probably guess how much sense it made, lmao) What I meant by it then, I have no idea.
What that poem means…I guess it means that Bridget is always off in her own world without her 'thinking cap' on, and "People," meaning her other self, are always telling her to run away from her problems because it's easy. But this gets her into trouble and can cause special chances to slip away from her. If she says 'I,' showing that she understands the poem, she will then be able to put on her 'thinking cap' and no longer run away.
I'm still amazed that I wrote that. It's kinda weird. But I like it. (Partly just because it has 'I pu ton my hat' in it, but shh)
Thanks to the 2 reviewers! You rock! And of course ATA!
-RR