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Tyson stared into his mirror, it seemed like not to long ago he was staring into this very same mirror for his first date with a crazy fan girl. He had gone on so many dates now that he was beginning to wonder if he should just stay single, never date any one and just let his love for Hillary slowly leak out of his heart. If love did stuff like that, that is.

But Tyson knew better than any one that love didn't work like that. It didn't go away when you asked politely, it didn't go away if you scream at it and begged and cried. And it certainly didn't leak out of your body like water in a cracked container. It just didn't work that way.

There was a nock one the door and Tyson snapped out of his alternate universe, Hiro was leaned against the door jam with a smirk on his face. "Surprised at how much you've grown up, eh little brother?" he asked as he gave Tyson a sly smile on his face.

Not knowing really what to do next Tyson walked past Hiro and out of his room, when he hit the kitchen he began looking for a clean glass. "Why did I let you talk me into this, blind dates are stupid. And besides I like Hillary" his lungs filled with hurt when he said this out loud.

Hiro opened the dishwasher thinking of exactly what to say, he handed Tyson a clean cup. "If you don't like her then you never have to listen to me again, and I know you like Hillary. But Tyson come on" he paused taking a deep breath of air as he let the truth ring out. "Do you really think she feels the same way about you?"

Tyson violently pushed the tap up, waiting for the water to fill his glass. He drank it all down in one foul swoop and walked angrily past his brother. If there was one thing Tyson hated it was hearing the truth, especially from the one person in this world who was suppose to shelter him and protect him from the monsters in his closet and under his bed.

Tyson walked towards the door, searching for his keys on the cluttered table next to the door. Once he found them he put on his shoes and was out the door, making sure to slam it just so Hiro knew he was still mad.

"This is the stupidest thing I have ever agreed to" he murmured as Tyson glanced at a small piece of paper that was covered with scribbles. He was never one for directions, and that was clear because he was already 15 minutes late. He couldn't help but let out a small laugh when he found the house, he parked along the road and got out.

The house was huge. Two large pillars held up the front part of the house. The door Tyson decided was bigger than 5 of the Dijo's doors put together. He took a big breath seriously considering if this was the right house, he reached his fist out ready to knock on the large white door. But before he could it came swinging open, an old man dressed in an old gray suit stood before him.

Tyson's lips moved but for the first time in a long time, he didn't have anything to say. The man, who had obviously met young men like Tyson before knew just what to say. "Are you here for Miss. Miyako?" he asked in a long drowned voice.

Tyson only nodded his head, fidgeting as the butler wondered down a narrow corridor, returning shortly after accompanied by some one he could not see. Tyson took a huge breath as the girl behind the old man stepped out from the shadows.

There was a long silence that both teenagers thought could last and eternity. Tyson looked this girl up and down, studying every feature every curve that her body had had been blessed with over the years. She was nothing like she had been when she had left this place, to go to Italy. Miyako noticed this and turned a dark red.

Her skin was a darker olive color it has a beautiful sun kissed look. Her hair had grown since Tyson last saw her and the color had changed, it was long down to her shoulders and had lost it's burgundy color and adopted a strawberry hue. Her body was covered in freckles, Tyson decided that was the only thing that was the same.

"Ah, hi Tyson" she whispered walking outside, closing the door behind her. She was wearing a spaghetti strapped low cut V neck shirt that had a wavy ruffle and in length ended right about her belly button, that was just the middle of the shirt the rest ended at her hips. The shirt showed off her belly button ring perfectly it had a thick sliver ball at the bottom and on the other end of the bar was red jewel. The shirt was a very pretty fuchsia pink and she managed to make it go great with her red hair. To dress down the shirt she had thrown on some old faded out denim flare jeans, which had rips and wholes in the knees and thighs.

Tyson's head was spinning with so many thoughts he thought it just might explode right there on her front porch. He hadn't seen Miyako in over 5 years, and he was never suppose to see her again. 'What the hell was Hiro thinking' he wondered as he finished studying his child hood friend.

"Are you gona say something or just stand there and look at me like im a dream" she asked, standing with hands on her hips. Tyson blinked once then twice and on the third time his confused face turned into a huge wide smile. "You just couldn't do it, could you?"

Miyako slowly took her hands off her hips and tried to figure out what he was talking about. Tyson snorted as he motioned for her to follow him, "Your dressed up looking something more than the tomb boy I use to know, but you still need to have those shoes." Miyako looked down at her feet defensively and snapped back as they got into the vehicle. " You and me both know I couldn't live with out white adidas shoes. And now they have little colored striped on the sides, so they go with everything."

Tyson couldn't help but let his laughter fill the truck. He couldn't believe that his best friend from junior high was sitting next to him in his beaten down old truck. When they went to school they were inseparable, until her father had taken their family to Italy. Tyson was so mad that when he found out he never spoke to her again.

Their friendship ended on a cold December night, both to young to realize how much they were hurting. Tyson often thought of this for the best, he was glad he didn't feel the pain back then. He figured if he did the rest of his life would have been filled with some kind of regret, some kind of hate.

"Guess what I have tickets to" questioned Miyako trying hard to hide her blunt giddiness. Tyson raised his eye brow taking his eyes off the road long enough to see the excitement on his long forgotten friends face.

She was grinning ear to ear, "Tickets to the amateur blading expo, I have box seats and everything! It'll be just like old times, just this time;" she paused it was like Tyson read her mind, he finished her sentence for her. "I wont have to end out peanut spitting contest because I have to blade hill im running with the big boys now!"

Miyako was grinning widely, her white straight teeth were defiantly one of the things that made her smile 'a million dollar' smile. She took a deep breath in, breaking her smile and beginning to look serious as Tyson looked for a parking spot. "Tys, im so proud of you. I couldn't believe in a matter of months after I left that you were plastered all over the TV screen and news papers."

Tyson knew his ears were probably a shade of red that was unknown to the human eye, but he hadn't quite figured out how to control his embarrassment when he was around girls. This woman sitting next to him use to have a cool-aid mustache and buck teeth. They use to wrestle and bite each other when yelling wasn't getting through their brains. Tyson use to stick his tong out at her when he was pissed off make stupid faces at. This woman sitting in the passengers seat of his truck wasn't the person he knew, she was long gone.

"What happened to us" asked Tyson, his voice hiding at the back of his throat. They were parked now but neither one of them dared to reach for the sleek silver handle and let themselves out.

Miyako had rehearsed this question a million times, it was suppose to be easier than spelling her name. But in the reality of it all she felt like a small child being asked to multiply when she couldn't even subtract. When she spoke it was nothing like what she had imagined her lips would say when the day came, "Time happened Tyson. Time happened."

Hope ya'll liked that chapter, it took me a long time to think where this story was going. Iv decided it was going where ever the hell Miyako goes  Please R&R