Chapter no. : 15
Chapter title: She's a flirt - and my gosh, don't she know it?
Story rating: T
BETAed: Phoenix Seal Of Approval
Disclaimer: Me no own Beyblade. I mean, come on - how stupid are you? If I did own Beyblade, it would contain much swearing, blood, sex and rock'n'roll. And Yaoi. Don't forget the luffly yaoi. But since I don't own it, I have to settle for entertaining you guys with my stories and OCs - which is fine by me.
Warnings: swearing... me being annoyingly-cliff-hanger-y... um... nothing really... this is a rather clean story... -hums-
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Dedication: The Johnny McKilt Productions, Winterblazewolf and IceS for actually making me feel special and loved. And now i'm being serious.

"So who's Bryony?"

Bryan glanced at Chelsea as they walked through the airport's car park. "What?"

"I overheard Robert asking you guys how your team was, but then he asked how 'Bryony' was." The redhead cocked her head. "New teammate?"

"Possibly."

"Mm hm… girlfriend?"

"Hang on." Bryan stopped walking and turned to the English girl. "I've known you – what? – less than an hour."

"Your point?"

"What gives you the right to interrogate me?"

"Interrogate?" She let out a laugh and began to start walking again. "You think that's interrogation, you got another thing coming, Bryan-honey." She saw him continue walking too in the corner of her emerald green eyes. "And besides, I'm only wanting to get to know the people who I'm gunna be living with for God-knows-how-long."

Bryan grunted and caught up with her. "She's my sister."

"Oh. And here was me thinking the supposedly-ice-cold Falcon had warmed up to someone."

"What? A girl with a name just like mine?" Bryan shook his head. "And besides… I think I am interested someone."

"Oh? Who?"

"Someone."

"Well, duh."

"Hm…" The Falcon rubbed the stubble on his jaw. "I've only known her a short time, but I can feel some attraction between us."

"Well, Falcon, I hope you two do get together." She replied with a sly smirk, giving him a wink.

"Flirt."

"And my gosh, don't I know it?"

"Never thought you would be the type."

"And how do you know my type?"

"Your clothing and body language." Bryan answered simply and emotionlessly. "They don't scream, 'I'm yours - fuck me' does it? They scream more, 'Fuck me and die'."

"The first one would be Friday."

Bryan raised an eyebrow. "I thought that was the name of a day in your language."

"It is." Chelsea replied casually. "I guess mum and dad wanted to be different. I mean, Rad's the same, kinda. I know his name means 'red wolf' and it fits cos he has a fire wolf as a bit beast - he got it from dad - but it's a totally strange name."

"And yours? I would have thought your father would have chosen 'Liverpool' or 'West Ham'."

Chelsea blinked, before giving a sarcastic laugh. "Hah-hah, funneh. But why do you say those teams? And how do you know about them?"

"First up - your accent. It doesn't sound South Eastern. And how do I know about them? Ian. He's getting obsessed with soccer - or as you call it, football - and supports Liverpool… for a reason, I don't know."

"Sounds like a weird kid… but it's a good team."

Bryan rolled his eyes. "You would say that, wouldn't you? You live there."

"Chester, actually." She replied with a wink. "Oh, is that your bike?"

Bryan nodded. "And finally. Now you can shut up."

"Oh? Make me."

Bryan only gave a feral smirk.

"Woo, let's do that again…"

Bryan didn't reply. He only propped the motorbike against the garage wall and walked through an open doorway, up stairs and out of sight.

Chelsea pouted - something very unlike her. "Fine then - go back to being a mean Falcon - like I care."

"Then why do you pout?" Came the shout from the stairs.

"How the hell do you know I'm pouting?" She yelled back, starting for the stairs.

"Because I'm special."

"Special - my arse."

"I know it is."

Chelsea stopped, gaping like a fish out of water. "You what?"

A deep laugh was her reply. She closed her mouth - thanking any deity that Bryan couldn't see her - and screwed her face up in a glare, before rushing up the stairs - which looked like those stairs within multi-storeys.

When she finally caught up with him, they were half a floor beneath the door. Bryan was casually leaning against the concrete wall, arms crossed over his athletic chest and pale eyes staring directly into her emerald ones.

"And how, may I ask, Mr Kuznetsov, do you know my arse is special?" She smirked slyly. "Been looking?"

"Might have." He replied.

"Hang on, we've known each other - what? - less than an hour. What gives you the right to look?" She asked, mimicking his earlier words.

"This right."

He pulled her forwards by grabbing her wrist and covered her mouth with his. She groaned quietly and replied, leaning against him. His arm slipped around her waist, while hers curled around his neck to card through his moonlight hair.

But when he brushed his tongue over her lips, she pulled back.

"That doesn't mean you have the right to look at my arse." She pointed out quietly. "Neither do you have the right to kiss me."

"You want it too."

"True." She admitted.

When he leaned forward again, she placed a finger on his lips, smirking slyly once again.

"Nah-ah. You'll get spoilt."

"Tease."

"And my gosh, don't I know it?" She replied, moving away and walking up the remaining stairs. "Hey, you going to give me a tour or what, Falcon? That wall won't appreciated being leant on all day."

Bryan couldn't help but roll his eyes.

Please - just like a review saying 'Plz update, i luv it' or some shit like that would be appreciatted! -is such a charmer-