On This Night
RR- Just a head's up for those who care: there will only be 3 chapters more, maybe 4. Depends what kind of stuff I can come up with.
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or the characters. I don't own 'Breakaway' or 'Addicted' by Kelly Clarkson, or 'My Grown-up Christmas List.' I do own the OCs.
Now, onto the chapter!
Wow, chapter 7…this is the longest fic I've ever written O.o
Chapter Seven: Then Again, Maybe I Won't
…Yeah…knew that wasn't such a great idea…May as well drop to the floor screaming now, 'cos I knew I will be in a few seconds anyway…were Max' last thoughts before…
Before Capri had one of her rare preppy moments, jumping up and down flailing her arms like a bird trying to fly, screaming, "OhmiGod, OHMIGOD! O-M-G, OhmiGOD!"
The 'audience' just sweatdropped as the pleasantly surprised teen ran over to the blushing boy, flinging her arms around him.
They sat like that for a while, until they were rudely interrupted by Savannah: "Hey, isn't this where you're supposed to kiss?"
"Shut up, Sav, life isn't like fanfics!" Bee reprimanded. "Just let them alone."
"So…now what?" Tyson asked stupidly.
"Well, somehow I doubt we're going to play truth or dare again!" Ray laughed, seeing the happy couple. Max now had his arms wrapped around Capri, with her head resting on his shoulder.
Clare smirked. She never thought she'd see the day when Capri would fall in love. Of course, she'd magically manage to deny it, but it didn't matter-it was obvious, now.
Sometimes I'm envious of Cap. I mean-look! So happy…so cute…Bee couldn't help but smile. There was no denying it-they were adorable. I've always been the emotional one. I just wish that, even if it didn't last, I had something like that, with someone. Maybe one day…but, alas…
With Max and Capri"Well…uh…now what? I mean…I'm not exactly allowed to…uh…you know…" Capri stammered. How did she do this? Of course, if she could, she would…but it wasn't up to her. If she even mentioned Max, her dad would staple her to the floor!
"…Date?" Max' face fell slightly. "Well…we don't need to date, to be…you know…" The two were having trouble speaking. They'd known each other for a little over 3 weeks and had spoken countless times before, but never under these circumstances.
"Like…together? A couple? Yeah…I know…I'd like to, I would. Really." Capri smiled sympathetically. "It's just…okay. We just can't let my dad find out." Screw her parents. She couldn't pass up this chance. I don't know what it is about these mysterious boys from Japan, but whatever it was, they are definitely special. I think all of us realize it by now.
In her mind, Capri began to make a list of why the four were special:
-Instead of flocking immediately to the preppy people calling their names, begging them to talk to them, they chose us.
-All of us like one of them. Yes…even Bee. She's so see through.
-All of them like one of us. That much is obvious now…
-They're from Japan. How often do you see that?
-They just are. No questions asked.
Some things in life you can't explain. Like why Max liked her of all people, and why she herself was allowing this all to happen to her. Or why Max chose that moment, interrupting Capri's deep thoughts, to pull her closer and gently kiss her on the cheek.
Capri turned to look at him, smiling.
"You're not mad…are you?" Max suddenly looked worried and concerned.
"…No, why would I be mad?"
"Well…you never actually said you were okay with all this happening, or that…"
"I am. Cool with this, I mean. I just need time to think, is all. Nothing like this has ever happened to me." Capri explained. Poor Max. They'd only been 'together' for a half-hour, and already he was feeling insecure.
Well…she guessed she hadn't really told him how she felt…but she didn't think she needed to. Maybe this would help. She leaned over slightly and kissed him back.
"Ok!" Max exclaimed softly when they finally pulled away about a minute later.
A chorus of "Aaaaw"s, led by Savannah and Bee welcomed the couple back into reality. Clare smirked. And just two hours ago, this girl was telling her and Ray to get a room.
Tyson just stared, amazed that Max had that kind of charm, Ray thought about Clare, and Kai watched them intently, amazed. Who knew?
"Okay, guys! Karaoke time!" Bee suddenly jumped off her long, black counter, where she was sitting. Max and Capri looked up. "Yes, you too, lovebirds." She rolled her eyes. Normally, Capri and Max loved karaoke. Now they looked like they'd rather be doing…other things. But Bee didn't care.
She pulled out a random Kelly Clarkson CD. Capri scowled. She'd never been a fan of Kelly Clarkson. "Shut up, it's a good CD."
'Breakaway' came on, and Bee finally managed to get Capri up and away from Max, at least, for a little while, to do their 'Breakaway Dance,' which they had made up the previous summer.
That summer seemed so long ago…so much had changed, even though it had only been 5 months.
Savannah had just made a move to change the CD, when Bee recognized the song and protested, "No! I like this song, it's one of my favourites! I have to sing it." Bee loved singing. People usually told her she was a good singer (well, except for her family), and it was what she loved to do, other than write.
Savannah had been wondering when Bee would start singing again. Everytime music came on, and even sometimes when it wasn't, Bee always found a way to sing. But lately, she'd been abnormally quiet.
"It's like you're a drug
It's like you're a demon I can't face down
It's like I'm stuck
It's like I'm running from you all the time
It's like you're a leech
Sucking the life from me…
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me
It's like I'm lost
It's like I'm giving up slowly
It's like you're a ghost that's haunting me
Leave me alone!
It's like I can't breathe
It's like I can't see anything
Nothing but you
I'm addicted to you
It's like I can't think
Without you interrupting me
In my thoughts
In my dreams
You've taken over me
It's like I'm not me,
It's like I'm not me…"
"Wow, enough similes in there?" Savannah wondered, totally ruining the moment in which Tyson and Bee had made eye contact for the very first time.
Well, not for the first time, it's pretty hard to know someone for 3 weeks and never make eye contact. But this time was different, because all the other times were with a sense of regret-one looked away, or they were forced to look at each other, so to speak. But this time, they looked at each other voluntarily and with a sense of feeling. What the other was feeling, however, neither knew.
"Well, no matter how many similes are present, it's a good song." Clare said. She loved Kelly Clarkson.
"Guys, whoever has me for Secret Santa needs to get me a rubber chicken." Capri randomly said. "So I can hit people-cough Bee cough-with it."
"Why don't you just use a long stick?" Tyson looked confused. "That would hurt more."
Suddenly "Dance of the Sugar Plum Fairies" was playing on the Christmas CD that Kai had put on.
"…Didn't know you were the festive type, Kai!" Ray said, bewildered.
"I didn't know, either. Thanks for informing me."
No one was listening to Kai's dry humor, however-they were too busy watching Bee, Savannah, and Capri pretend to be "pretty ballerinas."
Soon, Max, Tyson and Ray got into the spirit, too, leaving Clare to be all, "Oh, what the hell," and join in, too.
And Kai?
Even he participated by putting his arms over his head.
This is my grown-up Christmas list…my only life long wish…No more lives torn apart, that wars would never start, and time would heal all hearts…And everyone would have a friend, and right would always win…and love would never end…this is my grown-up Christmas list…
RR- Don't know what that last bit has to do with the moment, but the song was stuck in my head, and it basically fits the fic in general.
What I find interesting is that each of the Ocs has their own little flaws…Capri doesn't want to show too much emotion; Bee shows too much and is confused; Savannah knows what she wants, but is too embarassed and flustered; and Clare…well, she's just there, I guess?
Heads up: Next chapter will be written by the plot-giver, ATA. She was all, "Chelss can I write you a chappa?" and I was all, "Sure."
So it'll be different than the rest of the fic.
Anyway, REVIEW.
-RR