Title: Tough times
Summary: I can't think of a summary right now…would anyone willing give me one?
Pairing: Michael X Rick
Warnings: Yaoi, Suspense :P
Disclaimer: Don't own beyblade...never will

in italics – thoughts or just emphasis on the word
Bold – nothing..yet

Ok. I don't really know where this is going but I am sure not going all the way through the championships. It would take too long. So I really don't know where to end this story.

Ok erm…I might put lemon in it. And I don't care what anyone thinks. :D Even though I actually like the pairing Michael and Steve better. :S

Getting out the toilets I give Rick a glare of, Don't you dare make any more moves while we are on this plane. Save it for the hotel room. I sat back down and noticed that Emily was giving a queer smile. I looked back, confused. Bugger, she had noticed the stains on my cheeks. Damn.

"You ok?" Rick had turned to me and blocked out Emily's constant staring.

"Yeah sure. Why wouldn't I be?" I ask back

"Just asking. Cause you stopped,"

I lean closer into him, "Did you wanna become a mile high club member? Cause I sure didn't," I couldn't resist laughing a little when I mentioned Mile High Club.

He sweat dropped then giggles, "Nah, heh. Even if it would be really interesting," He suggested.

I rolled my eyes at him. Pervert. There's no other word for him. He tapped my shoulder and I looked at him once more, "What?"

"Sorry. You, know for being a jerk to you," I could tell he really meant it, he was looking at me straight in the eyes.

"It's ok. I had it worse, Rick," I rest my head on his muscular shoulder, thinking to myself; I'm probably the only one who is getting on with Rick, out of all the team. Eddy never talked to him. Same for Emily. I didn't know about Steve yet because they had only just met each other.

We both relaxed back on our chairs and I sighed contentedly. Until I felt someone nudge my arm. It was Steve. He looked at me questioningly. I just looked back, confused. What did he want?

"What is it?" I leaned to talk to Steve secretly.

"I can sense something between you and him dude. Care to tell?"

"Not right at this moment I don't" I spat back. I panicked. I didn't want him know about our relationship so soon.

Steve leaned back into seat and breathed a heavy sigh.

At least I had got him off my case. But I still had Rick to deal with.

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Hours had flown by. And now, I was retrieving my luggage from the baggage area. I picked up my luggage and headed outside to find our bus. Since it was my job. Of course, I hadn't realised Steve, my green haired team mate, was following me.

"Hey dude,"

"Hey Steve,"

"Care to tell me now?" Steve replied, keen to make conversation.

"I don't think he would like it if he knew I told someone we were together," I reply.

"So you and him are together. Figures why that slime ball followed you to the loo and back,"

"He's no slime ball!" I argue back.

"From what I have seen of him, I'd say he is. Come on Mike. He comes from a run down rough neighbourhood and your hanging with him. Are you crazy?"

"I…love…him. And there's nothing you can do about it!" I shout back, clearly loud enough for everyone to hear.

I storm away, carrying my luggage with me as I leave Steven behind.

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I got into my hotel room and slammed the door behind me and ran and collapsed on the bed. Hitting it time and time again with my fist. A little knock on the door startled me and went to get it. There, standing in the doorway was Rick. I let him in silently. I walk briskly past him and plop myself on the sofa.

Even though I can't see I know Rick is observing me.

"Hey Mike. What's wrong?"

I didn't want to answer. Everything was going so wrong…

"Mike!" He takes my shoulders and shakes me in front of him.

My turquoise eyes stare up into his grey ones. A lone tear makes its way down my face as my floodgates fail.

"What is wrong?"

"My team mates,"

"What have they done?"

"They are turning against me because of you," I lower my eyes at this point. I don't want him to see how wounded I am.

I felt his hand grab for my chin to make me look up at him, before he beat down to give me a firm hug. I clasp on to his jacket not willing to let go.

"Don't leave me please?"