On This Night

A/N: Hello! Welcome to the next lovely chapter of 'On This Night.'

This chapter is mostly Bee and Tyson, like last chapter. Next chapter I plan on adding in more of the others.

I'm also curious to what people thought of the poem in last chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or it's characters.

I do own the poem, because I wrote it. In this chapter the full poem is not present, but fragments of it are. For the full poem ("I Put on my Hat") see Chapter 3.

Chapter Four: I Ran

Clarice awoke to the sound of music the next day. This was because it was, unfortunately, a school day, and her alarm had gone off.

When she arrived at school, she noticed something weird about the people she usually hung out with. They were all split off into different groups-generally, guys with guys and girls with girls. Usually everyone just hung out together.

Clare walked over to the girls, then noticed Bridget was missing. "Hey…where's Bee? She's late, but not usually this late," she said just as the bell rang.

"She called me this morning to tell me she wasn't coming to school. She sounded pretty sick…" Capri answered.

"Aw…poor Bee."

"Let's go visit her after school!" Savannah suggested before going to her class.

"Good idea. She'll probably welcome the company." Capri said.

At home, Bridget was not sick at all.

Well, not that kind of sick, at least.

She held a piece of paper in her hands, the rest of her body buried deep beneath the comfort of her bedsheets.

She read it over and over and edited and edited until finally she thought it was perfect.

Bee copied her poem onto a piece of stationary, put it into a breathtaking box (not that it mattered) and willed herself to wrap it…but she couldn't do it. Because then she would never be able to read it again.

She figured Tyson would love it.

After all, yesterday he had proved he wasn't as dim-witted as he looked.

She just hoped her small, insignificant poem would be enough.

Bee took the poem out of its box to re-read it-something about it was mesmerizing, she couldn't stop-but was rudely interrupted by the voices of life and harsh reality.

"Bee! You're alive!" Savannah burst into her room. Bee screamed, ducking under the covers.

"Yeah, we thought you died." Capri entered, laughing. "And we came to visit you. Clare, get in here, she doesn't shed!" Clare unwillingly walked into the room. She hadn't wanted to come for fear of Bee being contagious.

"Bee, we came to visit you, come out." Savannah yanked the covers off of Bee, leaving her slender and frail body lying there, shivering from the cold of her room, the coldest in her house.

"Geeze, Bee, it's not that cold." Savannah rolled her eyes.

"You're not the one who's sick," Bee said, remembering her excuse that morning, and gave a fake little cough.

"Good point. Anyway, we talked to Mrs. Boss and got your homework. We were going to get Tyson to do it, but for some reason, he wasn't here today, either. Weird, eh?" Capri went on for a bit, not noticing that Bee wasn't responding.

She just lay there, frozen. Tyson wasn't at school, either? She recalled yesterday. Okay, so they'd only been together for about half an hour before Bee "had to go." And maybe he took it a little hard that she wouldn't even let him walk her home. Maybe it started raining and he caught a cold. It's not like she was paying attention to the weather.

But she had a feeling…

"Guys, I think you should go. I'm pretty contagious." Bee said, looking at Clare. "I wouldn't want you to get sick. But thank you for bringing my work…don't want to fall behind…"

"Fiiiiiiine, we'll go. Being sick is for regular quadrilaterals!" Capri joked. "Common, guys."

And so they left. Left her alone to drown in her misery. Bridget never meant to hurt anyone, especially not Tyson. That was kinda not the point.

Then again…what was the point.

There was no point.

You ran because it was easy,

Not because it was right.

Then…what is right? Bee thought.

Well…she was about to find that what was right would not be determined by her herself.

Capri bid Clare and Savannah good-bye, because they lived a different way from Capri's house.

But Capri did not go home.

If Bee wouldn't tell her, Tyson would. Capri knew Bee was with Tyson yesterday afternoon because she had talked to Max. Since when did she ever listen to anything Bee said?

Capri walked up to the door of the big, brick house, somewhere she had been before but was still not somewhere she would call familiar. She rang the doorbell, and waited for someone to answer the door.

"Meow."

Capri sighed, but then laughed. "Ray, it's getting old, now. But that's not why I'm here. Is Tyson home?"

"Yeah, course, he stayed home from school. He's "sick" "in his room" "sleeping." Ray made air quotations around everything.

Capri laughed (again). "Riiight. Hehe weeeelllll can I seeeee him?"

Ray looked at her quizzically. "…Uh…sure. But don't actually expect him to talk to you. He's like a rock."

"So you love him?"

Ray rolled his eyes. "No, he just won't talk to you. Let's leave it at that, shall we?" He said as he brought Capri up to Tyson's room. He knew Capri would most likely believe that he and Tyson were lovers or something for quite some time. "I'll leave you two alone."

He makes it sound like we're together….Capri thought, shuddering. Her and Tyson? Noooooooooo thank you. "Tyson, what's wrong with Bee?" She decided to get straight to the point-it might arouse him faster.

Tyson, who had been all wrapped up in a purple fuzzy blanket facing the wall before, promptly sat up sharply, flinging the blanket off of him. All he was wearing was his boxers.

"AAAAAUUUGH! IT BURNS! IT BURNS!" Capri screamed in horror.

Tyson just ignored her. "What happened to Bee?"

"Geeze, yell much? I thought you were "sick" "in your room" "sleeping." Capri copied Ray. "There's nothing wrong with Bee, she's just "sick" "in her room" "sleeping," just like you, and you were with her last night before she ran home crying-"

"WHAT? HOLY CRAP ITS ALL MY FAULT!" Tyson ran out of the room.

"Geeze…emo much?" But inside Capri was happy; this was exactly what she was going for.

"Diiiiing-doonnnng!" Bridget's doorbell sounded nearly exactly like Tyson's-cheery, bouncy, and meaningless.

"SOMEONE OPEN THE DOOR GODDAMMIT!" Tyson yelled.

Bee, in her room, still reading and holding her cherished poem, heard the doorbell and was aggravated. She heard a faint, 'Mphrhumph!' from outside, and she figured it must have been Savannah wanting her purse back, which she had left on Bee's bed.

Bee slumped downstairs, still in her nightdress with Savannah's purse. By the time she got to the door (it takes a while when one is slumping), Tyson was leaning his back against the bright red door muttering, 'What have I done,' under his breath.

Guess what happened when Bee opened the door.

"Crap…Tyson…gerroff…" Came Bee's muffled voice from somewhere underneath Tyson's shoulder.

Neither one of them made jokes about it this time, they just stood there, solemnly and awkwardly as if someone had just died.

"I thought you were Savannah." Bee attempted to make conversation. Then it occurred to her that Tyson was in her house, and was probably there for a reason. "Whatter you here for," She asked politely, although it came out as a statement.

"Good question, actually. Capri came over and decided to tell me that yesterday you ran home crying and I decided that was my fault. Now, though, I can see you're perfectly fine." He glared at her.

"Well, what did you expect, to see me dead?" Bee glared right back at him. "Wait-Capri? How did she-damn her. Well for your information, I wasn't crying, why on earth would I have been crying?"

"I don't know, the same reason you stupidly ran home on your own? I could have taken you back, you know."

"Really, now. What if I just wanted to be alone?"

"Then you could have told me so instead of leaving me to be all, 'Gee, I guess I'll just stand here now!'"

Bee rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me what I shouldn't or should have done. I'll do what I want." She said coldly.

"Geeze, if you hate me so much, why did you come? You just ran off after 5 minutes!"

"I…I…I don't hate you. Really. I don't." Bee stammered.

"Sure you don't. Look, I don't frickin' care if you hate me or not! So don't bother to spare my feelings or whatever, because I don't care."

"Then why did you come here…?"

"I told you, I thought I owed you an apology for not trying harder to walk you home. I though someone had done something to you and that's why you were crying. But now," Tyson pointed at Bee, "I can see there was no use."

"If you didn't care about me you wouldn't even have done that." Bee said, so faintly you could hardly hear her. "I'm sorry I caused you so much trouble."

Run, run away!
People say,
Run, run away!
But do they stop to think
With their thinking caps on?
No,
No they don't.

"I…"

People stare and people wonder
But people never stop to think
Things
Through
'Til
It's
Too
Late.
But then…
It's too late.
And what they have lost
Will never be recovered.

"I…"

"You didn't cause trouble, Bee, just next time, you can tell me stuff. 'Kay?"

"I…"

Or at least…
I will try.

"I…sorry. I'm sorry. I never should have run like that. Won't do it again. I promise." Bee finished, though it was not what she had intended to say.

Maybe next time…

"Good, you really scared me, Bee." Tyson said with compassion, smiling now that they weren't arguing. "Friends?"

Friends…

Yes…

What I wanted, I thought.

But maybe I was wrong…

"Friends." Bee smiled, though on the inside she wept hot, bitter tears that stung the wounds from which blood openly poured.

"Well…I better go…see ya 'round, Bumblebee." And with that he left.

Maybe next time…

But first

To admit to myself

Something I never thought possible before.

Then again

There's also something in him

That wasn't there before.

That night, Bee clutched her poem tightly in her hands. If she thought it was important and special before, it was practically part of her, now.

Then again, maybe it always was.

Bridget glanced at the ending and realized what she had to do. Perhaps before this moment she had never truly understood her own words-but now she did.

P.S.: I'm sorry. Never again will I run away. I…

Could she do it?

I…

She thought of Capri and her laughter and the way she would say 'I told you so' without actually saying it, most likely, then Savannah, who would probably just point and laugh at her, and Clare who actually would say 'I told you so.'

I…

She thought of Tyson and how they'd never get along anyway, they fought too much and were much too different.

I…

And she thought of what he would say as he realized that in her mind 'Friends' began to take on a whole different meaning.

I…can't.

Wait, what? That wasn't even close to what Bee was supposed to write! Either the author has typing problems, or Bee…

Wasn't as close to admitting her ordeal to herself as the thought.

Maybe next time…

A/N: Dun dun dunn! Well, that was supposed to be a really dramatic and emo chapter, but when I wrote the middle, I was, like, sugar-high or something. Well, not really, but I wasn't as serious as I could have been, lol.

If you did not understand the ending, with the poem, go back and read Chapter 3, especially the A/N at the very end.

Please review and tell me what you thought of the poem especially! I don't write poems often…

Thanks to the 2 reviewers!

-RR