Chapter 2: Blind Dates and Paparazzi
Sunday, October 1, 2006, bathroom stall, 3:30 pm
It's official. My first date with Tyson was a total bomb. No, not bomb in the good way, obviously. We are talking about Tyson here, dear diary.
Actually, technically, it isn't a date, since we are engaged, and it wasn't a blind date, even though we didn't know that we would be going out today.
I was at home, playing Final Fantasy with Eric. Don't tell Tyson though; for years I've been telling him that video games kill your brain cells, and he's never listened to me. Although, maybe he doesn't know what brain cells are. Who knows how Tyson thinks.
Anyway, I was losing badly to Eric, when my father comes into Eric's room-where we were located-, all happily and giddy. Come to think of it, I haven't seen him this happy since he found out that his latest movie, The Flyer, was the number one movie in Japan.
"Hilary, what are you doing? Get dressed, get dressed!" my father tells me, lifting me up to my feet. I stared at him oddly. I haven't made any plans. Sundays are my day off from school, friends, crazy Bladebreakers fans, and practice. Besides, I never have to dress up for those events.
"Why? Where am I going?" I ask him, as he's pushing me down the hallway and into my room. Let me say that I have the best room in the house, beside the master. I have the best view to the ocean, and my room has a perfect peach color, not too girly and not too masculine.
My dad laughs heartily at my confusion, and says, "Just wear something nice." Before closing the door.
I sigh and head to my closet. I looked through my closet, ignoring my jeans, dresses and skirts, and come across my new sundress that I bought, with matching sandals, a purse, and a sunhat. Sora gave it to for my fifteenth birthday (diary, my b-day if January 12, btw), with a card that said, 'Hope you meet a lot of boys with that outfit.' She's always been a boy crazy kind of girl.
After I put them on-and let me just say, it was brutal-, my dad knocked on the door. "You ready?" he asked from behind the door. That's what I like about my dad. He gives me privacy. Like every other teenage girl, there are things I hate about my dad (I won't mention a certain ENGAGEMENT he made, but, meh), but one thing that he rocks with is giving me some space, unlike Sora, who would gladly come in my room for either a date or money in return.
I exited my room, (but not before putting my dad's credit card, my lip gloss, you (diary) and my cell phone in my purse) and blushed annoyingly, all the while rolling my eyes, when my dad whistled at me. How barbaric is that? "Hon, you look great." He said, draping his arm around my shoulder.
"Dad, what is going on? Why am I getting dressed up?" I asked him, as we headed downstairs. He chuckled, and led me into the living room. "You'll see. Now go in there." He replied, giving me a little push. But, with my dad, little is large, so I practically stumbled in the room. I was about to curse when I saw a blushing Tyson and Mr. Granger in the room.
"My, Hilary, you look lovely. Ready for your date?" asked Mr. Granger. Now, I got excited. It's been a while since I went out on a date. I wonder who it'll be. Maybe that funny Korean, Mark. After all, he's funny, cute and a really nice guy. Plus, he's always complimenting me on how I look a lot…
"Yeah! Who is it, Mr. G?" I asked him, completely unaware of the consequences of my action, as my dad entering the room. Let me just inform you, dear diary, that I am not dense. I am a straight A student, and a very compassionate, nice person. Except, well, to Tyson. Then I'm not so nice.
Tyson snorted, and said, "How can a smart person be so dumb?" I made a face at him, and he made one back. Hey, I'm not the one who didn't know what merging families meant.
Then, it hit me. My excitement oozed out of me, and I felt nothing but sadness and anger. I felt like screaming, crying even. If you had ears diary, then you would be scared. Maybe you wouldn't be my diary anymore. You would probably run for your page-filled life.
I pointed a finger at Tyson, and cried out, "So, not only you want to marry him, you want me to date him as well?" I asked angrily. I mean, c'mon? How much do you expect from me? I am the best student in the school, and I'm the perfect daughter. How in the world do I deserve this?
Tyson immediately stood up. "Gross! I have to marry her!" he exclaimed randomly, making everyone in the room sweat drop. Yes, diary, my 'fiancé' is that stupid. Can't you see how unmade and different we are? Yeah, Tyson, how can a dumb person be dumb? Actually, that makes perfect sense, in response to your last dis.
I rolled my eyes at Tyson, before turning my attention to my dad, who had tried to sneak out of the room. "What are you going to do next, huh, Dad? Are you going to get me another fiancé or something?" I asked him sarcastically, expecting him to deny it.
Instead, he scratched his chin thoughtfully, and said, "You know what, Hilary? That's actually a good idea…"
My eyes practically bulged out of my head, and so did Tyson. Together, we yelled, "What!" and we got a laughing riot out of the two adults.
"Hilary, Tyson, calm down. Katsuro was just kidding." Said Mr. Granger. I sighed a breath of relief, and Tyson looked relieved.
But, wait, diary, you know how smart I am, right? Well, I decided to take advantage of this. I mean, my dad wants me to GO SHOPPING. What do people do when they shop? THEY BUY STUFF! And I loved to buy stuff. Which is why I smiled suddenly, shocking the three people in the room.
"You're right, Daddy. I'm so sorry I yelled. I'm just going to use the credit card you gave me and I'll have a nice, romantic time with my fiancé." I said, faking a cute, perky voice. And trust me, I don't mean to blow my own horn, but I am a great actor, so naturally they believed me. But, before they could say anything more, I grabbed Tyson's arm affectionately, and ran out of the house as fast as I can, with a confused Tyson on my arm.
"What was that for?" asked Tyson, as we walked down the sidewalk to the mall. He gave me a queer look, as if to tell me I was crazy. Well, Tyson, with you as a fiancé, I will be. Crazy, I mean.
"Well, my parents are telling us to go shopping, right?" I stopped, to make sure Tyson understand, and I continued when I saw him nod to go on.
"Plus, my dad gave me a credit card. So, we go to the mall with a credit card, and as for revenge, we just spend as much as possible." I explain. I made sure not to use any big words so Tyson could understand.
Tyson smiled brightly. "You know, you're so smart!" he said to me happily, putting an arm over my shoulder. I blushed, and when Tyson realized what he was doing, he immediately released me.
I snorted. "First of all, yeah, I already knew that. Secondly, you just want me to buy you food. Or beyblade parts."
Tyson scratched his head, embarrassed. "Or…maybe both?"
Let me fast forward to the mall. Once we got there, we were immediately swarmed by the news, Beyblade International, and every single media reporter out there. And I'm not even exaggerating. I was so surprised. But what surprised me the most were the questions.
"Hilary, are you and the World Champ planning on having children?" asked one lady. My eyes were being blinded by all the pictures, and even if I wanted to escape, we were in the middle of a mob.
Tyson and I blushed furiously. "We're only 15!" Tyson and I cried in unison. Children hadn't even crossed my mind! Tyson being a father is as funny and random as a TV telling you what to watch.
Another man reporter made his way inside the circle. "Tyson, can you tell our viewers how you proposed?" he had asked, and let me tell you, Tyson went as red as a tomato. But, as the saying goes, you are what you eat, right?
Instead of letting Tyson suffer with embarrassment, I grabbed his hand, and pulled him through the mob of reporters, and it's harder than it sounds. Trust me. With all the lights and questions, I didn't know right from left. But, somehow, with the knowledge of basically my pride is on the line, I got through it.
But, obviously, if you were a reporter and you knew that this is a once in a lifetime chance for a scoop, you wouldn't give up because of a couple to teens. So, naturally, they chased us. We hid in the Pretty in Pink store, the L.A. Weight Loss, McDonalds (even though they came, Tyson wanted to stay for obvious reasons). At last, I found the perfect place to hide.
The Beyblade Hate Club.
Tyson refused. Actually, he stormed and yelled at me and threatened to sue the pants off these people. But, when he heard them coming, we ran as fast as our tired legs could take us.
The Beyblade Hate Club wasn't too shabby. It had posters of Tyson in jail, Kai in flames, and Max being dunked in hot maple syrup, which was kind of gruesome. Don't even get me started on what Kenny and Ray were doing. That is a little too nasty for you, diary, to know about. What I can tell you is that Tyson practically made a scene in there. Yeah, the World Champion Beyblader yelling and ranting in the Beyblade Hate Club really helped our situation. Uh, not.
This is why I ran out as fast as I could, sneaked around the cameras, and raced into the bathroom, where I am currently located. You could see why I'm a bit angry at my dad, Tyson and the press. Tomorrow, you'll see my picture in the news, Entertainment Weekly, ETalk! Daily and any other media thing you can think of.
Yeah, get ready for a lot of writing.