Note: Here we go, finally another update. I've had this finished for quite some time, I just needed to sit down, edit, and gather my thoughts. Funnily enough, this addition to Maybe ended up being way more TyHil than MaxMariam. Just kind of happened. Mostly just hints for both pairings.

I'm going to try and have the next part out by the end of August. I'll try my best.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Fountain

"I give up, Max. This is impossible." Tyson sighed loudly in frustration. The blond haired boy couldn't help but sympathize with his best friend, it was the kind of hot day where their clothes kept clinging to them and making rounds in the crowded local mall was not the most ideal pass time.

"You can't give up, Tyson." Max pulled at the collar of his t-shirt for about the twentieth time that day, watching as the capped boy dragged his feet over to the surprisingly vacant fountain in the mall. Tyson collapsed on the cement surrounding wasting no time to lie down on his back with his hands over his face. "It's Hilary's birthday soon."

"I know!" Tyson said exasperatedly. "Believe me; you guys won't let me forget…."

"Sorry. We just don't want you to screw this up." Max smiled sheepishly, digging his hands into his pockets. "Eighteen is a pretty big birthday."

"Hey, I want to get her something good," Tyson said defensively. He brought his legs up so that his feet were flat on the surface of the fountain and his knees were bent before dropping his hands from his face. "I've been trying, you know? I know she deserves something great."

"Don't worry about it Tyson, we'll find something." Max craned his neck around, looking hopefully for some store to catch his eye. They had been out for what felt like hours, in and out of so many stores both had actually lost track. The blond felt bad for his friend, he was looking for something absolutely perfect and kept running into absolute duds.

Tyson turned his head to look at the boy incredulously. "There's nothing. I've used up all my ideas." He growled again, flailing his arms and accidentally punching the water beside him. He shook his hand off, not fazed by the surprise splash he had just caused. "I mean, I was going to get her a book or something. Did you see all those different kinds they had in there? It's insane! Plus, half of them were way too… weird. Didn't really seem like Hil's thing."

Max laughed. "What about an astrology book?"

"She has about a billion already. I wanted to get her something special." Tyson frowned at his predicament, though he was pleased that his friend hadn't teased him about his goal. "Flowers and candy don't last and I can't get her jewellery because she gets mad when you spend too much money on her."

"Maybe you should bring her to the mall instead? See if anything catches her eye."

Tyson sighed. "Tried it already."

"Really?" Max asked surprised, "When?"

"A week ago or something like that." Tyson took his hat off and placed it on one of his knees, his face fixed in thought. "I think she was on to me. She had been shopping like usual until she caught me actually paying attention and the only thing she really seemed to like were a pair of high heels in that store over there." Max watched as his friend waved his hand off in a direction to their left.

"Why didn't you think of that sooner?" the blond groaned. The sun's rays were beaming through the sunroof in the mall down on the customers and Max was growing tired of the heat.

Tyson shrugged as he weaved his hands through his navy hair in frustration. "Why does it matter? It doesn't help any."

Max stared at him skeptically. "You can get her the shoes."

"Yeah, I could," Tyson returned his gaze with a frown, "If I knew her shoe size."

"You could've asked her or looked at her shoes…?"

"What? No!" Tyson shot up from his position on the fountain, careful to grab his hat in the process and not drop it to the water or the ground. "The last thing I want Hilary to think is that I have some kind of bizarre thing for feet!"

Figuring that Tyson had a valid point, Max sighed in defeat. "So we're back at nothing?" The blond took a seat on the fountain beside his friend, debating whether or not falling back into the water would be worth the trouble of getting kicked out of the mall.

"What do you do?"

"About what…?"

"What kind of presents have you given that girl you've been seeing?"

Max froze at the question. There was a moment of silence between the two friends before Max turned his head slightly to look at Tyson who was staring at him curiously. The blond cleared his throat, "What girl?"

"The one you've obviously been seeing," Tyson repeated incredulously. "Everyone's been telling me to give you some space and that you'll talk to us when it is time, but really… you're not that great at keeping secrets. You write letters all the time, you take phone calls away from us. It's obviously a girl."

Max looked away wiping at his forehead with his hand. "I don't know…."

"Hey, I'm not asking for names." Tyson placed a hand on his friend's shoulder and gave it a squeeze, "I'm asking about presents."

Cracking a smile, Max shrugged. "She's not really like Hilary."

"She sounds fantastic already," Tyson grinned.

"You don't mean that."

"Nah," Tyson agreed. Fixing his hat, he placed it back properly on his head. "I just wish she could pick out her own present, you know?"

"Hey, maybe she could!" Max hit Tyson lightly in the shoulder to catch his attention. "You could get her a card or something and say that you owe her a pair of those heels. That way, you don't have to creep on her feet and she gets what she wants."

"Hey! We're geniuses!"

"You know what else you could do?" Max asked laughing as he high-fived Tyson at his revelation. "She could put use to those high heels right away if you brought her out for dinner. That way they're more than just shoes, they're special."

Scratching the back of his head, the boy looked to the floor to hide his embarrassment. "You think she'd like that…?" He bit his lip in thought, "I could even hint at the heels being needed in the card so she can't refuse them…."

"See?" Max slapped him on the back, "Now we just got to plan out the perfect evening. Do you think we could do that somewhere out of this heat?"

"I guess," Tyson grinned, suddenly pumped. "You know Max, you're a real Canasova."

"Uh… I think you mean Casanova, Tyson."