Hey guys! New chapter is up! One of the reviewers asked how Rain didn't know the school had a VP and a baseball field. The simplest answer would have to be Rain is Rain, so it doesn't need to make sense.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Beyblade or its characters, or Wal-Mart (sadly), or Swedish Fish and Monopoly. Oh! Or Blockbuster.

The Random Nonsense of Rain Kisuki

Chapter 12: Shopping is Fun!

I slapped down a bunch of photos on the coffee table. Everyone peered around at them.

"I knew it! I f*cking knew it! Take that you c*ck-sucking, sh*t-brained, motherf*cker!" Tala laughed, bragging to Ozuma.

Ozuma glared at me, reached into his pocket, and handed Tala fifty freakin' buckerunies. Why does Tala get money!?

"Why the hell does Tala get fifty bucks! Look at these quality close-ups and fabulous headshots! And yet he gets paid…" I protested.

"Sorry Rain, but this bet was between Ozuma and me. He actually didn't think you flooded that crazy-***ed principal's office. Said you weren't smart enough," Tala replied. "I was defending you, really. No need to thank me!" Tala laughed. Yeah right. F-in liar.

"What the f*ck is that supposed to mean. I'm not smart enough, huh? I fail every test, huh? I wear cartoon underwear, huh? Well guess what, Ozzy!? I may be blonde, but I'm a smart***ed, sharp minded, slice of 3.14 pie!" I ranted. They stared at me.

God, not this whole awkward thing again. Ya know, I heard a gay child is born during every awkward silence, so maybe this isn't a bad thing. I love gay people. With a few exceptions.

But all of my friends that are gay are the damn nicest people you'll ever meet. If you have toilet paper on your shoe, or chocolate on your face, or grass stains on your ***, they'll be the ones to point it out before you embarrass the hell out of yourself.

"Holy crap," said Tala.

"Wow, Rain. Just wow," said Ozuma. Kai sighed.

"Rain, you liar! You're not blonde. You're not one of us! Stay back you impersonator!" exaggerated Enrique, backing away, and dragging Spencer back with him. Really, when it comes to Enrique, everything is exaggerated. His friends, his family, his clothing. Everything.

"Well excuse me!" I snapped.

"Rain." All eyes fell on Kai. "Announcement," he reminded. Oh. Whoops.

"Right, right! So, as you can see, I flooded the Principal's office. An' I did a damn good job. Made it all nice and clean and shiny. A little soggy, but whatever. So anyhow, I took some quality photos, enough to fill up the last three pages. I was thinking we go buy a new scrapbook at Wal-Mart, as well as some necessities, and then we go get ourselves a Blockbuster movie." Everyone seemed pleased enough.

"Including milk," added Tala, "Don't want my lil' sweety pie to choke on her cookies." I perked up at this. I looked around the room, trying to sniff out the cookies Kai brought.

"Good luck," Tala laughed, "He has some of that rich-people Tupperware. Real fancy. Can't smell a thing." Rich people Tupperware…Tala, why? Even I know Tupperware isn't for the rich. They use glass, and all that foncy crap.

That's right: foncy. The way I see it, that's how those foncy British people say it in movies, so that's how I should say it.

I looked at Kai expectantly.

"In the kitchen," he pointed up stairs. I twirled around quickly and ran for the stairs.

"Not until after dinner," Bryan told me.

"But Byran!" I whined.

"You're really just going to gulp them down after your whole milk speech from earlier?" Kai asked. Damn it, Kai. If you hadn't said that, I wouldn't have to wait. But now I do. Yeah, I know. It sucks.

"Of course not!" I blushed, "I was just going to inspect them. Ya know, just to see if they meet my standards." Currently lying through my teeth.

"I'm sure that's it," he chuckled.

"What's first? Wal-Mart or scrapbooking?" asked Enrique. "I vote scrapbooking!"

"Sounds good to me," said Kai,

"Whatever's good with Rain is fine with me!" Tala stated. I rolled my eyes. Not gonna work, but nice try. I looked Bryan and Spencer. Spencer shrugged.

"Doesn't matter," said Bryan, "As long as your happy…" He mumbled the last part. I smiled a little.

"I wuv you Ry-ry!" I jumped on him, hugging him tightly.

"What the―! Why does Bryan get a hug? I said, like, the same thing!" Tala said angrily. I shrugged. Bryan smirked at Tala. Tala narrowed his eyes back at him.

"It's okay, Taly-baby! I'll give you a hug whenever you want!" comforted Enrique.

"Enri-baby!" he said with big, sappy eyes. They hugged each other. "I can always count on you!…Except when your being a b*tch. I hate it when you do that!"

"W-w-what is that supposed to mean!?" Enrique said, flushing.

"You know," said Tala, "When you act all PMS and emotional. Just those times when you act like a pregnant woman. Other than that, I love you man." Why me? What did I do to deserve these two?…Don't say a word.

"I do NOT act like a pregnant woman!"

"Haha! That's a good one!" laughed Ozuma.

"R-r-Rain!" Enrique ran over to me, eyes watery. Guess he wants me to comfort him…How the hell am I supposed to do that. Oh well. Guess I'll wing it.

"Suck it up, prissy," I told him, patting his back roughly, knocking the air out of his lungs. He coughed. He and Tala were shooting death glares all throughout scrap booking, and the car ride to Wal-Mart.

"I call dibs on riding in the cart!" said Tala as we picked out a cart.

"You're such a baby," Enrique muttered.

"Excuse me!?" asked Tala.

"I said: YOU'RE SUCH A BABY!!!" he shouted. I moaned.

"I am not a baby. I'm a man. A big, strong, sexy man," Tala protested. Narcissistic much?

"Will you two shut up!? You're giving me a headache," Ozuma snapped.

They 'hmph'ed and crossed their arms, looking anywhere but at each other. I looked at the cart I was pushing. Twitch.

"Hmm…Where is the arts and crafts section?" Tala wondered allowed, ignoring Enrique. I looked at the cart again. No, Rain! Have self-control!

"I think it's across from the books," replied Ozuma.

"And why the hell would I know where the books are? How is that helpful?" asked Tala. Ozuma rolled his eyes.

"Rain, you usually do this kind of stuff. Where do they keep scrapbooks?" asked Spencer. Huh? Did he say something? Twitch. Oh screw it! Self-control is for pussies! I started running and jumped onto the cart.

"Yahooooooooooo!" I shouted as I rode across the store, knocking over product advertisements and getting swore at by customers.

"Rain!" shouted Bryan. I looked back at him questioningly. He was pointing at something. Oh! Must be the candy aisle! I snatched something up as I sped by. Ooo! Swedish Fish! Yummy. Crash! I moaned.

"Owww!" I whined. Guess he wasn't pointing at the candy aisle.

"Rain!" Tala shouted as they ran over. Kai helped me up.

"You okay?" Kai asked, helping me up. I nodded.

"Rain!" Tala snapped. Ughh! Here comes a safety speech. "How come you got to ride, but I didn't!? I'm the one who wanted to!" Okay then…

Enrique was still glaring at him. Tala looked back, seemingly over his anger.

"Enri-baby, quit glaring. Just let it go, kay?" he asked.

"Don't call me that! And you didn't even apologize!"

"Why should I? It's true." Wow, Tala. Way to settle an argument.

"No it's not!" Enrique protested.

"Look, Enri-baby. I'm a b*tch too. You should be proud of it," Tala responded.

"Yeah right! As if you actually believe that!" Enrique pouted.

"Watch, Riquee! I'll show you I'm a b*tch too," Tala told him. "Oi, you!" He pointed at an old lady, and gestured for her to come over. She hobbled over, slowly pushing the cart.

"What's your name?" he asked that lady.

"Matty. Why do you ask, sweety?" she said friendly.

"You see Matty, you're an old, wrinkly, batty, old fart. No one really loves you anymore. I bet your kids are just dying to dump you off at the elderly home, where you can die with your kind. Gosh, if you got a bruise, you'd probably get taken to a research center because they want to know why a raisin is talking," Tala explained to her.

Ozuma and Enrique were standing there, eyes wide and mouths agape.

"Nice try, kid. But us senior citizens aren't as fragile as we look. You're better off trying to make a little kid cry. Damn, I'm out of prune juice and my favorite beer. How am I gonna take my pill without beer! They started selling some new brand here. Damn f*ckers," she mumbled, walking off in the other direction.

"I wish my Grandma was like that," said Tala, "But she makes a good point." He started looking around.

"What point?" asked Ozuma.

"Ahh! Hey, shrimp! Get your diapered *** over here!" he shouted at a boy about seven years old. Oh no…Poor kid.

"I'm going to tell my mommy you sweared!" he told Tala.

"The term is swore. But I guess you wouldn't know that considering you're so stupid. Besides, telling your mom won't do a thing. It's not as if she cares about you."

"My mommy loves me!" he told Tala.

"She has to say that. It's a law. If she loved you, then why didn't she let you get that toy truck you just showed her?"

"Mommy says I don't need it…" he mumbled.

"Yeah. That's a common parent excuse. She won't get it cause it would make you happy. Moms hate that. Do you think she needs that new blouse?" asked Tala, pointing at the shirt they boy's mom just put in the cart.

"Mommy doesn't l-l-love me anymore," he cried.

"Wrong," said Tala. The boy looked up with new hope.

"She never loved you," Tala said. The boy walked off crying. Tala turned to look at Enrique.

"Taly-baby, you're such a b*tch. I love that about you," said Enrique, giving Tala a bear hug.

"I love you too, b*tch! You're so hot when you act like a pregnant woman," laughed Tala. Now that was disturbing.

"I found the scrapbooks," said Kai, holding up a large scrapbook.

"Perfect!" I chirped.

"Now all we need is milk!" said Enrique, back to his happy-go-lucky self.

"Whole or skim?" asked Bryan, once we reached the refrigerated section.

"Whole milk, of course," I said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. Wouldn't want to drink something to healthy.

"Okay! Let's get some board games too! Bryan doesn't have any," said Tala. After picking up the Spongebob Squarepants of Monopoly, an employee showed up before we could pick out more games.

"What do you think you were doing!?" he reprimanded.

"Harassing the elderly and the stupid," Tala replied cheerfully.

"And the shopping cart?" he asked, furious.

"It looked like it would be fun?" I asked innocently.

"And was it?" he asked with a big, fake smile. I nodded enthusiastically.

"It was great. That is…until I crashed. That kinda sucked."

"Out!" he pointed to the door, "All of you! You're a danger to our business, our products, and our customers' well being!"

"Okiez! But we have to pay first!" I skipped towards the shortest line, which had about ten people waiting.

"No! Just leave!" he roared, attracting even more attention.

"But we have to pa―" I tried to say.

"It's free! Just leave!" he glared.

"Everything is free!?" asked Tala.

"Yes! GO!"

"Quick everyone! Stuff your pockets with candy and mini hand sanitizers near the line!" Tala commanded. Enrique and I were more than happy to comply, but the others weren't that into it. And so, we were kicked out of Wal-Mart, with a profit of about 20 dollars. Next stop is Blockbuster! Rain -a very happy and sugar high camper- out.