Max's Note: Hey, guys. Thanks for coming back for me after all this time! It's Sunday now. Happy Sunday!

Yeah, whatever. Hello there! This is ATA reporting from her laptop. Another update, huh? And next chapter is the TENTH one, oh my. Also, thanks a million for all the reviews. You guys are great. 

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Who doesn't sleep in on a Sunday morning? I mean, there's never anything to do on Sundays. It's the day when you lie in bed doing nothing, isn't it?

Well, no, it isn't. It's 7:30 in the morning and I can only dream about my bed as I crawl out of it to the sound of Kai knocking. Getting up, I walked over to the door and pulled it open.

"Too early. Go away."

Kai smiled in a 'yeah, right' kind of way. "We have shit to do, Max. Come on."

"No." I made to shut the door but he caught it and raised his eyebrows.

"Ray's bringing your coffee, this time it has sugar in it."

"I just want to sleep for five more minutes."

"Get ready, Max." Kai turned around and walked away and I sighed, slamming the door.

I climbed onto my bed and pulled the covers over my head. I was just starting to drift off when I heard my door open.

"Go away."

"Max, get up."

"Ray?"

"Yeah, I have your coffee."

I didn't move. "Put it down somewhere."

"No, it'll ruin the furniture."

I sighed heavily and sat up, taking the blanket off of my head. I took the mug and smiled until Ray left, then put it on my bedside table and got back under the blankets.

I got about half an hour's worth of tossing and turning before Kai was on my case. He didn't knock, he walked right in.

"Kai, you're not respecting my privacy."

He ignored me and walked up to the bed. He grabbed my ankles and started to drag me off of the bed. When my entire body fell to the floor I glared up at Kai with watery first-thing-in-the-morning eyes. It took a moment for them to adjust as I stared at him.

"Has anyone ever told you how weird your eyes are?" I asked sincerely, looking up at him intensely.

Kai just raised his eyebrows. "Get up."

"No, seriously, they're totally unnatural."

"Drink your coffee."

"Okay, mom," I said mockingly.

Kai, my new adoptive mother, walked out of the room in silence. Not getting up from the floor I grabbed the mug of lukewarm coffee and downed it before attempting to untangle myself from the sheets.

Five minutes later I had freed myself with the help of Tyson. I emerged from my room to find out what fun and exciting Sunday activities had been planned by good old Kai, who loves fun and exciting things.

"We have to go grocery shopping," he said simply between bites of toast.

"This really has to be a group effort?" Ray asked. The four of us sat at the kitchen table, Ray busy flicking through a catalogue. "I could do it on my own."

"No, you couldn't."

"Why not?"

"Because of the bees," Tyson said seriously. We all took a moment to stare at him before continuing.

"I don't want to go," I said, looking at Ray who I knew was the more reasonable one.

"Well if Kai says so…"

"You would take his side."

"He's our captain, I have to."

I sighed, Ray is such a rule follower. I turned my attention to Mr. We-All-Have-to-Go Grocery-Shopping, who was sitting to my right.

"Kai."

"Hn."

"We don't need four people to go grocery shopping. You and Ray can go. It'll be romantic; your first outing as a couple."

Kai and Ray heaved a sigh in unison. Ray stood up, tucked some loose strands of hair back and grabbed the car keys before Kai followed his progress to the front door. Thinking I had dodged a bullet I leaned back on my seat and finished the last of my peanut butter and jam toast.

Ray poked his head back into the kitchen. "Hey, um, guys, you know there will be food there, right?"

Piled in the car, heading for the grocery store. To pass the time Tyson and I began singing Christmas carols.

"Jingle bells, jingle bells,

Jingle all the way!

Oh what fun it is to ride

On a one horse open sleigh,

HEY!"

"Shut up," Ray sighed, rubbing his temples.

"It's beginning to look a lot like Christmas

Everywhere you go!

Um…"

Tyson and I trailed off in unison and looked at each other.

"What's the next line?" I asked, defeated.

"No idea," Tyson sighed. "Okay, new song.

"Hogwarts, Hogwarts, hoggy warty Hogwarts,

Teach us something please

Whether we be old and bald or young with scabby knees

Our heads could do with filling

With some interesting stuff

For now they're bare and full of air

Dead flies and bits of fluff."

"Yeah, I can tell," Kai spoke over our loud singing. He pulled into the grocery store parking lot and we got out of the car.

"Are you calling me stupid?" Tyson asked as we walked into the automatic doors.

Yes, you read right, we walked into them. Not through them.

Eventually they slid open and we went through them. Tyson set off eagerly for a shelf full of cat grass.

"Max, can we trust you to cover bulk and bakery?" Ray asked, glancing down a three foot long shopping list.

"Sir yes sir!" I shouted, saluting before grabbing a shopping basket and marching off to the bakery section. Left, left, left right left. Left, left, left right left.

"Hi, can I help you?"

"Do you know how to get to Kitchener from here?" I asked innocently, smiling up at the employee.

"Um, no."

"Then no, you can't help me," I said, walking in the direction of a display of pies. I put a cherry one into my basket before working on the cookies.

Two boxes of cookies, a huge brownie, some little powdered donuts and a coffee cake were piled carefully in my basket as I left the bakery section for the bulk paradise two aisles down. Oh the candy.

I grinned at it for a full minute before starting to pile it into bags. A lot of bags. Twenty-five to give you an exact count. I'm pretty good at counting you know. Anyway, I was kind of overflowing.

As I dropped three bags and caught two which had fallen from my shoulders between my knees, Tyson came tearing down the aisle, shopping cart flailing in front of him.

"AHAHAHAAAAAAAA!" he roared as he leapt in the air and landed with his feet on the edge of the hurtling shopping cart. I dove out of the way as the cart smashed into the candy display.

"TYSON!" Ray yelled, running after him with an armful of beets. Why was he getting beets? I still haven't worked that out. Anyway, he was beet red. See what I did there? This is high quality comedy right here. Anyway. "What the hell are you doing? This is a grocery store!"

"YOU'RE a grocery store," he replied from his crumpled spot on the floor.

"Good one, Tyson," I commented dully. I'd landed in a display of liquid paper and wasn't thrilled about it.

The cart had rolled away, but Kai, being a ninja and all (oops, wasn't supposed to let that one slip, sorry, you didn't hear it from me) caught it from the other end and dumped a pile of vegetables into it. "Tyson, did you get the shower curtain?"

"Why, did you wear yours out?"

"Don't worry about it," Kai dismissed him. Ray caught my eye and we both started giggling madly.

See, I know I make Ray seem a bit dull, but he's got a sense of humour when it counts.

I dumped my stuff into the shopping cart and decided to join Tyson when he went off to find a shower curtain. Everyone knows that shower curtains are exciting adventures every time. Fun for the whole family and all that.

We had to pass through the toy aisle, but the stuff was really cheesy.

"Toys aren't as cool as they used to be," Tyson sighed, looking at a kind of stupid looking rubber sword.

"It's because of the bees," I suggested without thinking as we entered the bedding section.

Okay, I know what you're thinking. What kind of grocery store is this?! Well, it's a superstore. Yeah, put that in your pipe and smoke it, plot hole finders.

Anyway, bedding isn't very exciting.

I'm totally lying, bedding is awesome. Tyson and I found a large display of pillows and built a fort out of them, then sat inside it, laughing to ourselves. In evil voices. For ten minutes.

Eventually Kai found us and knocked it over. "Will you two just go and find the bloody shower curtain?!"

"Okay, okay," I conceded, allowing Tyson to drag me towards a display of elephant shaped soap dispensers. "But it's going to have Hannah Montana on it, just so you know."

FIN!

Well not really, I'm not dead or anything.

And I may post another chapter pretty soon, if I get around to writing one.

Only this particular chapter is over is what I'm trying to say.

Not the whole story.

Peace.

A/N: I don't own Beyblade, Christmas Carols, the Hogwarts Song, Hannah Montana or elephant-shaped soap dispensers (though I wish I did). Kitchener is a town somewhere in Ontario and for some reason is the first place that came to mind. Also, sorry about the lack of plot. I'll think of one eventually.

Thanks much :3