MMMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM... yeah, we know... Rick! Coome onnnnn! Well, we did come on! uh, we decided to writed some short funny stories about Rick in very awkawrd situations with the people in Beyblade. Basically... Ricks an old dude, who likes kids! OW OW!...gross. We realize, bad spelling,and grammar!they're written on the spot...so they're kinda PWP! So...enjoy...or don't. REVIEW!
One day I was walking down the streets of New York. Going back to my roots. So I turned the corner. SMACK. "CANT U SEE IM WALKING HERE," I screamed at the wall I ran into, which turned out not to be a wall at all. It was my good friend Tyson. Well, I wouldn't call us friends. I haven't actually talked to him at all since ive met him back then. Now I can say otherwise. But this is about the past. After getting over the initial shock I help Tyson back up and slammed him against the wall. "Tyson, WATCH WHERE YOU'RE GOING!" I said. "Dude! Chill out, im sorry!" I calmed down and set him back down. "What are you doing here? People like you are killed every 5 minutes down here." I told him, he looked at me a little scared and coughed. "Well, I bet so...knowing you...im sure you helped a little...but um, im lost, can you help a brother out Rick?" I thought to myself, "RICK THIS IS THE PERFECT OPPORTUNITY TO GET HIM ALONE WITH YOU! RICK ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME!" I snapped back to reality and said to Tyson, "Sure, you can come back to my hotel. Then you can call someone and get a ride home..."
So we arrived at my hotel and went to my room. I got him a drink while he called Mr. Dickenson. "Thanks for the help Rick, um...what's in this drink? Taste a little funny..." I laughed, "No, it's just a diet soda..." I lied...I had a plan...and no one was gonna stop me! So after about 30 minutes and several drinks I got Tyson a tad tipsy. "Rick...is it hot in herre or is it jus' meh?" Tyson slurred. "Its you baby" he grinned, and started taking his jacket off. I blushed; I just wasn't expecting him to actually do anything about it like I wanted. "So Rick, Do you want to have some fun?" He asked. I gulped; he was starting to take of his pants...
Well I woke up the next morning to Mr. Dickenson shouting. I groaned and rolled over onto something...or someone. "TYSON? RICK WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!" My mind shouted at me. "RICK! OPEN UP WHERES TYSON?" I heard Mr. Dickenson shouting from the door. "Uh, He's SLEEPING!" I shouted back trying to get my clothes on. I slapped Tyson onto the floor and kicked him in the side continuously. "Uh...WHAT! Wait...where...why...WHY AM I NAKED?" Tyson yelled while wrapping the blankets around his well toned body. "Shut up and get dressed, Mr. Dickenson is outside..." I told him. "No way...what the heck went on last night!" Tyson growled. "WE HAD A NAKED PARTY I GUESS! ARE YOU HAPPY!" I yelled at him. He blushed and looked away. "Well... I...uh..." He stuttered. I smirked, "we'll hafta do it again sometime...only next time we can invite Kai, Rei, Max, and anyone else we want." I laughed at his embarrassed face. He mumbled something under his breath. "What did you say?" I asked. "I SAID FINE! As long as Kenny can be there..." I laughed and threw him his clothes. "Fine, how about tomorrow?"
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