Here's the guys' point of view.
*NOTE: NOT ALL GUYS ARE MENTIONED*
ENJOY!!

Now, the guys were in the farthest room from the living room, but they could still hear the girls' squeals from there!

"What is it about talk shows that gets girls all giggly?" Daichi asked, not knowing much about girls.

"What's Lesson Number 12?" Tala asked.

"...'Girls do many strange things for their own amusement.'" Daichi said. "'It's best not to question it.' Right?"

"Very good, Daichi!" Tala said, loving to teach the little guy about the fasinating species known as: WOMAN.

"If you wanna know why, then why don't you ask them?" Lee asked.

"Lesson Number 16." Daichi said. "'Take precautions when asking a girl a question. The wrong use of words could end up in a seemingly endless three hours of meaningless rambling.'"

"Wow." Michael chuckled. "Tala, what're you teaching this kid?"

"That's my little secret." Tala replied with a smile.

"I HOPE YOU DON'T INTEND ON LEADING HIM TO PORNOGRAPHY!!" Ray called from the kitchen.

"What's that?" Daichi asked.

"That's another lesson for another time, Daichi." Tala said, knowing Ray would kill him for telling Daichi anything about it. "Anyway, what're the girls watching this time? Specifically."

"According to my online TV guide," Kenny said, "they're watching The Carla Kyle show. I can pull it up if you want me to."

"Sure, why not?" Tala asked, scooching over to Kenny's laptop and being followed by Daichi and a few other guys.

A girl with dark purple hair appeared on the screen.

"Now, after close examination of this past week's beyblade matches by our favorite teams," she said, "along with their interactions outside the dish, I seem to spot a bit of L-O-V-E!!"

"She's gotta be kidding." Michael said.

"That's right!" she exclaimed. "According to my research, there always has to be at least ONE functioning couple in the world of any sport. Now, who could be in love in beyblading? I'll spill after this."

"According to the website," Kenny said, opening up a separate tab, "that was Miki Romen, the beyblade specialist working for Carla Kyle. They say that she's 93% right in her assumptions of.. well, y'know."

"That's nothing but BS." Michael said. "She's probably gonna--"

"None of the idiots on our teams are good enough for me!"

". . . Was that--?" Daichi started.

"Hell no!"

"Yep." Michael said.

"Don't get me started on that JackAss!"

"They've gotten on Emily's nerves already." Michael sighed. 'And how did I get into the conversation?'*

"Hey, it's back." Kenny said.

"Welcome back!" Carla chimed. "Let's get to Miki with her LOVEly find!"

"Thanks Carla." Miki said. "Now allow me to continue on my little LOVE find. Now, I've found more than one during my past research, and many of you have probably guessed and hoped for it, so here's one. THE TALA AND BRYAN PAIR!!"

Tala wanted to die. Instead, though, he curled up into a ball and hid in the corner.

"I just happened to notice one particular detail." Miki continued. "During someone else's match, Tala and Bryan would exit the stadium. Normal, right? WRONG!! When I saw them return, I noticed one too many love bites on Tala's neck, along with the fact that the both of them looked EXTREMELY tired out. And that leads to my question: Is there something more than just hugs and holding hands going on between our favorite pair of Russians? Who knows?"

"Dammit!" Tala cried. "I didn't think anyone would find out so easily!"

"Now, here's another one that may seem out-of-the-blue. THE MATHILDA AND MIGUEL PAIR!!!" Miki chimed.

In that instant, Miguel appeared right next to Kenny, eyes fixed on the computer.

"Dang." Michael muttered. "He's fast when it comes to Mathilda."

"Now, I know what you're all thinking," Miki said, "how could this be? Well, here's what I caught. Mathilda and Miguel are on the same team, of course, which means that the both of them have had plenty of time to get to know one another on a more-than-just-a-friend basis, but it seems that they're both pretty dense on the whole thing. What I saw a couple days ago during the match between Miguel and Raul, was that Mathilda was quite the cheerleader, cheering for Miguel's win with all she had. How cute is that? Also, I couldn't help but spot Barthez Battalion at a cafe together. They were all sitting outside, having a little snack. What really caught my eye was that Miguel and Mathilda were having the same thing! And all the while, Miguel was staring at Mathilda and she was the brightest shade of pink I ever saw! How sweet!! Now there are a few more pairs I've spotted, but you girls'll have to wait until we get back! Don't touch that remote!"

Miguel stared at the screen as the commercials played. He looked like he was in a trance, though he was probably taking his time taking in what he had just seen and heard. The best person to snap him out of it? Michael.

"Miguel and Mathilda, sitting in a tree," he sang, "K-I-S-S-I-N-G!"

"SHUT UP JACKASS!!!" Miguel exclaimed, running after Michael who continued to tease him. When Michael returned, he was covered in bruises.

"I never knew Miguel could hit so hard!" Michael cried.

"But that's what you get for teasing him." Kenny said. "You know as well as I do that Miguel has feelings for Mathilda. There's no need to make fun like that."

"Whatever." Michael said, rubbing his head and grabbing his water bottle. "Oh hey, it's back."

"Oh! The excitement is increasing!" Carla exclaimed. "Keep going with your discovery, Miki!"

"Gladly!" Miki chimed. "My next discovery is absolutely shocking. Many have considered it, but have been proved wrong. Or so it seems. The next beyblade pair: EMILY AND MICHAEL!!"

Michael did a spit-take as the house erupted like a volcano. Emily went bollistic.

"WHAT THE [bleep]?!!!" she screamed. "HOW ON [bleep]ING EARTH COULD SHE [bleep]ING THINK THAT?!! ME AND THAT [bleep]?!! NO [bleep]ING WAY!!! THAT IS 100% NOT [bleep]ING TRUE [bleep] [bleep]!!"

Everyone in the house could hear her rampage. This was going to make an interesting dinner conversation.

"I DON'T GIVE A [bleep]!!!" Emily continued. "THAT'S TOTAL [bleep]ING [bleep] [bleep]!!!"

After the girls finally calmed her down, Michael sighed. Why did Emily hate him so much? He was good-looking, a star athlete, all a girl could want, so why did she hate him?

"Because you're completely over-confident, arrogant, obnoxious, ridiculous, flirty, somewhat perverted, annoying, clutzy--"

"I get the picture, Mystel." Michael huffed.

"Just trying to help." Mystel said, munching on a brownie.

"...Where'd you get that?" Michael asked.

"Ray." Mystel answered, downing a glass of milk. "But I got it because I helped him by cleaning up. So you get none."

"Whatever." Michael said, standing up and heading outside.

Just as he stepped onto the grass, a shrill shriek rang throughout the house.

Yay! Cliffhanger! ^^

Next chapter, Miscalculations and Invitations

Ciao!