Note: Short installment this time. To tell you the truth, when I come up with the ideas, I seem to only have a rough estimate in my head about how long these will be. For example, the next one will probably be fairly long because I have so many ideas in my head for it that I can link together.
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Candle
"Don't tell me Max left you here all alone… that wasn't very gentlemanly of him."
Mariam groaned. She didn't even have to look up from the magazine she was leafing through to know who owned the overconfident voice or if his idiot in crime was by his side. This situation was happening more and more, Judy would need Max to do something right before they left the BBA building and she was left in the waiting room for increasingly longer times. Then two of Max's American team mates would saunter into the room and pretend they were God's gift to women.
"What you reading there? Trying to find out who the man of your dreams is? You don't have to look very far, I'm right here."
"I wouldn't exactly use the word 'man' to describe you, Michael." It was impossible to ignore his arrogant attitude for long as he seemed to lack insight when it came to the opposite sex; Mariam glanced to him in boredom, a frown visible on his face from the comment. Eddy, who always seemed to be at his side, was snickering as he remained in the room's doorway.
"That wasn't very nice," Michael sighed, passing a glance to his friend. The baseball player sat next to Mariam on the couch in the waiting room, much to her annoyance. She could feel his eyes looking her up and down now that she had returned her gaze to the magazine in hopes the two losers would finally get the hint. At least when Max did the same thing he was attempting to be subtle; not to mention, whenever he was caught, he was utterly embarrassed and easily manipulated. Michael, on the other hand, disgusted her.
"You can stop staring anytime now."
Michael smirked, "Sorry, you're hot. Can't help it sometimes, you know?"
"Charming," Mariam retorted sarcastically. She threw the magazine on the table in front of them and stood up from the leather couch before Michael could slink any closer to her. Hands on her hips, she moved to a large window in the room that overlooked a training room for beybladers. In the reflection she could see the All Star approach her from behind, a smirk on his lips.
"I think we should stop lying to ourselves, Mariam. It's sweet that you're humouring Max, but come on… toss the kid aside. You need a man anyway. Besides, I know you can feel what's going on between us…." The capped boy leaned against the wall once again staring at her intently.
Mariam glowered, "You're such a great friend." Turning to glare at him, she took note that he had turned his back to her and was attempting to conceal something.
"Take a look at this!" Michael faced her and in his hand was a small candle sitting in a glass surrounding, the wick on top flickering with fire. He had an expression on his face that Mariam assumed she was supposed to find attractive as he leaned against the wall, smug as can be. "Do you know what this fire symbolizes? The feelings we have for each other. Tamed right now because of our dear friend Max, I'd be holding a jar full of melted wax otherwise."
Mariam snorted. "I think you mean that symbolizes your affection, mine looks quite different from that." Michael raised an eyebrow in interest, still all smirks. The blue haired girl rolled her eyes before blowing the candle out and again walking away from the boy. "There. That matches just how much I like you."
Eddy laughed from his spot in the doorway, "She got you there!"
"Shut-up!" Michael snapped, whipping the candle at his friend. "Girls are supposed to find that junk romantic."
"What are you guys doing…?" The new voice made Mariam smile as she turned to see Max as he walked into the room. With a sigh, he eyed both Michael and Eddy, "I thought I told you guys to leave Mariam alone?"
"Hey, I can't help it if I think it's rude to leave a pretty girl alone," Michael scowled, dragging his feet over to the couch before collapsing on it. Eddy finally left the confines of the doorway to do the same, but a smile was tugging at his lips as he looked to his brooding team mate beside him.
"Sorry about that, I don't know what my Mom's problem is lately." Max scratched the back of his head, his full attention on Mariam as he pulled an apologetic smile. It was pretty clear to her what Judy's problem was, but she decided against saying anything at the moment. Instead, with a hand on his cheek, she pulled him into a brief kiss causing both Michael and Eddy to grumble in their seats.
"You can make it up to me."
Max grinned, "Gladly." He passed a glance to his two team mates, oblivious to their jealous nature and their eyes trained on the fact that Mariam's hand had slid down to rest on his waist. "See you later, try to stay out of trouble?" The blue haired girl doubted that was possible if they managed to find another female in the vicinity.
The two boys waved them off, leaving Michael to sink further into the couch in frustration and Eddy to laugh at the situation. "How the heck did he score a girl like that?" the capped boy complained, placing his feet on the table with a thud.
"Dude, you got to admit, that candle bit was really lame," Eddy snickered, "You walked right into that!"
"Whatever. It's your turn next. What's your bright idea?"
"After that, I think I'll just need any old idea to surpass you…. You should've seen your face."
"Yeah, well, wait until next time!"
