"Hey, Kai, do you want to - oh, sorry, you're on the phone." Tyson apologised hurriedly, ducking away from Kai's furious glare. Pointedly, the eighteen year-old turned his back on the immature sixteen year-old and continued talking quietly. Grumbling, Tyson wandered off, bumping into Max (literally) a little way along the hallway. "Max!" he said delightedly. "Wanna battle?"
Max blinked at his friend stupidly, waiting for his brain to catch up with reality again. Okay, seeing Hilary getting undressed is not good for my poor little brain! Ha, little brain, that's true enough, anyway!
"Huh? Oh, battle! Yeah, okay!" Tyson looked strangely at him for a minute, then grinned widely and grabbed Max by the hand, towing him along to the bey dish.
"Let it rip!" they cried out in unison, launching powerfully. The two beyblades landed in the dish. Draciel instantly sought the middle, while Dragoon raced around the edge.
"Go, Dragoon!" Tyson shouted, sending the white blade on a headlong crash into Draciel. Max laughed as Dragoon bounced harmlessly off his light-green beyblade.
"C'mon pal, you know Draciel and I better than that!" he chided mischievously. Tyson grinned back. Narrowing his eyes slightly, he made a slashing motion with one hand. Obediently, Dragoon swerved in. Before Max had a chance to so much as react, he was struggling to keep Draciel's defensive walls up as Dragoon slammed into the beyblade with devastating power.
"How's that, Maxie?" came the satisfied response. Max didn't reply, busy trying to keep Draciel spinning. Tyson might be an immature, loudmouthed, tactless dustbin on legs, but he wasn't World Champion for nothing.
"Stop showing off, Tyson!" Hilary snapped, coming in and folding her arms as she stared at the dish. Both boys, in the middle of an attack, turned to face her. Tyson managed to keep Dragoon spinning, but Max, completely distracted and fighting a blush, lost control as their blades collided. Draciel landed by his feet.
"Why'd ya stop?" Tyson demanded, catching Dragoon easily. Max shrugged, embarrassed at the way he had lost it.
"Yeah, Max, that's not like you at all!" Hilary agreed. She frowned. "You're not getting sick again, are you?" Max blushed furiously and shook his head.
No, not sick, just bright red...okay, that distance is fine...that isn't...neither's that...and that's definitely - eep!
"You're all red," Hilary announced from a distance that was all of two centimetres away from his face. Max blushed even more and mumbled something incoherent. Okay, why is she this close? he thought frantically.
Why am I this close to him? Hilary screeched inside her head as she stared into his bright blue eyes. Neither of the two made any kind of effort to draw away from each other, gazing into the other's eyes like trapped rabbits.
"Um...what are you two doing?" Tyson asked, puzzled. Hilary blinked and backed away, at the same time as Max stepped backwards. "You're both bright red - hey, food! Ray, mate, you're the best!" He dashed into the kitchen. To save any embarrassing moments, both of them followed the dustbin in.
Hilary perched uncomfortably on the edge of the chair and tried to pull herself together. Okay. I just went far too close to Max, and stayed there for too long. Meaning? Plus, why on earth was he blushing? Wait, cool it, Hil, you were blushing too! Don't deny it!
"Stupid little voice…" she mumbled, then went tomato red when she saw Ray give her a quizzical look.
"Talking to yourself, Hil, you know what they say about that…" He grinned at her discomfort and went back to the sizzling bacon in the frying pan.
"Yeah," Max chimed in, swallowing his mouthful hurriedly. "You wanna know the other signs?" Hilary nodded settling herself more comfortably on the table. "Talking to inanimate objects, talking to ghosts or imaginary friends, having imaginary friends, thinking that inanimate objects/ghosts/imaginary friends are out to get you." Hilary giggled, feeling another blush start spreading across her cheeks as Max looked at her and smiled cheekily.
"Hear that, Tyson?" she called to try and distract herself. Tyson looked up from his plate and stared blankly at the two younger people. Max repeated himself. Tyson frowned in thought.
"Tyson's thinking? Look, a pig just flew into the electric pylon out there…" Kenny muttered, from where he was alternating typing in data, eating, and MSN-ing Emily.
"But inanimate objects are out to get me!" Tyson complained eventually. "Look!" He pulled up his T-shirt to reveal a yellowing bruise just above his right hip. "The water fountain attacked me!" An inspiration struck him and his face lit up. "Just like the wall attacked Max a couple of days ago, remember?"
"Oh yeah…evil thing!" Max did remember that - amongst other things - and it wasn't the evil, evil wall that suddenly turned his face crimson. A loud curse came from where Kai was still on the phone. Or had been.
"Stupid thing attacked me!" the phoenix master yelled, rubbing his bare upper arm. "Bloody electrics…"
Ray, Kenny and Hilary sat back in silent bemusement and watched their friends discuss the wicked plan of all inanimate objects to take over the world.
"Tyson's had too much food," Kenny muttered calculatingly.
"Max's had five lollipops," Hilary added. "What's Kai had?" they said in unison, turning to Ray, who frowned and stared at the eldest blader, assessing him.
"Too much coffee." he said eventually. He stood up with a sigh. "Want to help me with the hose?"
"Um…"
"So, there was this freaky kerb once, and I was nowhere near it, I swear, and it tripped me up! I went flying, like this…"
"Yeah, I think we'd better do something before they get any worse."
"I agree. Ray, if Kai goes ballistic, this was entirely your idea."
Three minutes later:
"WAIT 'TIL I GET MY HANDS ON YOU THREE!" Kenny and Hilary hid behind Ray.
"AHH! I'M ALL WET!" Max pulled frantically at his sodden clothes.
"IT'S THE ATTACK OF THE MUTANT EVIL FREAKY HOSE!" Tyson started trying to hide under the table.
"Tyson Granger, shut up before I strangle you!" Everyone gaped in shock at Kenny, who coloured and hid behind Dizzi. "What? He's annoying me!"
"Just another meal with the Bladebreakers…" Max muttered dryly. Hilary giggled, her stomach flipping as Max smiled at her again.
Like I said, random. Pointless, too. Well, I suppose it did show that Hilary fancies Max, but that's about it. By the way, Tyson's "attack by water fountain" happened to me, bruise included. This insane chapter was inspired by my personal message on MSN: Inanimate objects are out to get me!
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