15 year old Oliver Polanski yawned. He was bored in his house. He had no inspiration to paint or feel bothered about practicing with his Beyblade. He felt annoyed that his team lost to the Barthez Battalion, a bunch of amateur Beybladers of whom he'd never heard of before. He, like his teammates were suspicious of them, they couldn't have won so easily!
"Why did we lose? We're the Champions of our home countries and we lost!"
Oliver hadn't left the house since he'd come home, but he had watched TV and he knew that those who got through to the World Championships were heading towards New York. Enrique really wanted to go to New York, he was fantasizing before the tournament about picking up some American girls- hopefully there will be some 'super hot,' as he described them,
cheerleaders.
"Oh, Enrique!" Oliver sighed at the thought of him.
Enrique was his best friend and they were the closest out of the four members of the Majestics. Although Oliver wasn't sure that he felt for Enrique as a friend anymore, he thought he may be falling in love with the Italian, charming blond.
"I miss you the most everyday!" He sat up from the armchair and yawned again. "Maybe I should have a walk"
He went outside and looked at the glamorous flowers. Everything in the garden was perfect beauty. Oliver picked the red rose.
"Roses are red, violets are blue and I can't stop thinking about you!" He sighed. He felt unusually depressed, he usually enjoyed his life but since the tournament every seemed a drag.
"If I continue like this, I'll end up doing something stupid like dying my hair black!" He ever so slightly grinned.
Although amusing himself didn't really work at all.
"Hey ladies!" Enrique said as he approached a group of five 16 year old girls.
"Oh, it's the loser!" One with short blond hair said.
"The kid who couldn't beat those amateur Barthez weirdos!" Another one with long golden hair snorted.
"A guy who can't win, isn't cool!" The short blonde haired girl said.
"I think Miguel is hotter!" One with lilac hair said.
"You would Allegra!" The tallest one with red hair glared at her friend.
"Well I think the Blitzkrieg Boys are the hottest and in it to win!" The one with brown hair said.
"Yeah, especially cause they've got Kai!" The golden haired one spoke.
"Bet it's Tyson who wins! He always wins!" The one with red hair moaned.
"Hey girls!? What about me!" Enrique felt worried. "Give Enrique your lovin'"
The girls had completely ignored him and walked off continuing their conversation.
"Bet the others don't have this problem with the girls! Then again they can't get any! Oh crap! Now I'm just as uncool as Oliver when it comes to the ladies! Heh, at least I'm not a girly-boy! Wait ladies! Enrique won't let you stop loving him!" Enrique shouted to himself, at least no one was around to view this outburst.
"I wonder how that kid is doing? He looked really depressed when he left, I'd never seen him like that! I've got to stop talking to myself!" He slapped his forehead.
"I'm being an idiot! It's only been a week! I'm being pathetic!"
Oliver's Beyblade jumped to the side and then flew out of the stadium. He decided to go to Luxembourg park to practice in his personal training dish. He felt incredibly bored and this annoyed him. He'd never been like this in his whole life!
"I wonder how the others feel, I'll go and call Robert, he's the team leader after all!"
Back at Oliver's mansion.
*Ring ring*
"Hello, Jurgen family. Who is this?"
"Hi Robert! It's me Oliver!"
"I hope you don't plan to be too long you know how annoying international calls are for my father!"
"I know, sorry. But I just don't know what to do with myself! I'm just so BORED! I can't feel inspired to paint or cook,
I can't concentrate at Beyblading! All that's on my mind is...!" Oliver cut himself off.
"Mind is what? I didn't hear you!"
"I don't think I really want to say!"
"Shouldn't you be really talking to Enrique about this sort of stuff?" Robert's voice was concerned.
"I...I can't! I can't talk to him! I don't know what to tell him!"
"Tell him what?"
"Erm...Nothing! I dunno forget it!" Oliver moved the phone from his ear.
"Don't hang up!" Robert shouted through the phone, somehow knowing Oliver was going to hang up.
"Huh?" Oliver said putting the phone back to his ear.
"Why don't I invite you, Enrique and Johnny to come to my castle for the week, then you two can sort out whatever problem it is!"
"Hn? Johnny?"
"I need someone to have a laugh at, after all he always loses at chess! And I don't remember seeing you two fight, although you did look depressed before you left? When did this happen?"
"Oh,no! We didn't fight! It's just...It..."
"You just have nothing to say, but that just makes me concerned. I suggest you get here as soon as you can! I'll call the other two! Goodbye!"
"Bye!" Oliver sighed as he put down the phone. Since when did Enrique become a taboo?
He then smiled. Maybe it'll be fun! At least he will get to see the others again! He went to get set for Germany.
A day had passed and all four Majestics were present in the Jurgen home.
"Well, prepared to lose!?" Robert said.
"No! After all we're nowhere near the end of this one!" Johnny said proudly.
"Checkmate!" Robert said casually.
"What! No way! You were cheating!"
"I'm not like the Barthez Battalion!"
"We've got to do something about that! But first I challenge you to another game!" Johnny roared.
"That's like the 47th game now!" Enrique noted, before turning back around to the TV.
Since they'd arrived. Robert and Johnny had been playing chess, while Enrique and Oliver had sat on opposite ends of the sofa watching TV.
"Johnny never does give up! Right Oliver!" Enrique looked at his friend who was watching the TV, his head rested in his hand and his eyes drooping. "Hey Oliver? You gonna fall asleep or something!?"
"Huh?" Oliver lifted his head and looked at him for a second and then looked away at the wall his head buried in his hand again.
"Are you alright?" Enrique asked.
Oliver felt red hot and jumped out of the seat.
"Erm...Bathroom!" He said, darting out of the room.
"Hmm odd!" Enrique remarked, then he went back to watching TV again.
Johnny and Robert had stopped their chess match to watch their two teammates.
"Poor kid! I hope he's ok!" Johnny said.
"His face looked bright red!" Robert remarked.
"I've never seen him act like that before!" Then Johnny stupidly grinned. "Unless..."
"Checkmate!" Robert said.
"What! It wasn't even your turn you cheater!"
"I believe it was!"
"That round only lasted like two seconds! No ones that good!"
"Maybe you're just getting worse!"
"This time I won't lose! Round 48 let's go!"
"Sure, you just LOVE losing! Don't you!?"
Oliver splashed water on his face. He was hot and flustered.
"What happened there?" He asked himself. "All he did was speak to me and I...I! I freaked out! What is wrong with me!?" An annoyed tone grew in his voice.
He stood there staring at his face in the mirror.
"What am I going to do?"
Enrique looked towards the door, ever so slightly bored he wondered.
"Oliver's been gone a while, he should've been back by now!"
He got up from his seat and turned off the TV, then headed out of the room.
"Hey, where are you going?" Johnny asked.
"Hnn...To see where Oliver went." Enrique answered.
"He said he went to the bathroom, right? He'll be back in a few!"
"He's been a while and he didn't look alright. I'm worried about him!"
"Checkmate!" Robert butted in.
Johnny turned back to the game.
"What!" He shouted. "I can't lose all the time!"
"I believe you can!" Robert grinned.
"Time for me to win Round 50!"
"Pfft! As if!"
Unseen to them, Enrique had already slipped out of the room.
"I know if Oliver went to the bathroom he would be down here!" He said heading down the hallway on his left.
As he'd almost reached the bathroom, Oliver emerged from the door. He stopped in his tracks and blushed slightly as he stared into the older boy's eyes. Enrique stared back unsure of what to say himself. Oliver looked...Afraid!
"Oliver, are you ok?" Enrique said.
Oliver's eyes seemed to well up and he turned into the opposite direction.
"Je vais maintenant!" He said before breaking into a dash.
"Au revoir?" Enrique said. "Damn it Oliver! You know I don't understand french!"
He decided to pursue his friend. He thought that the first place to look would be Oliver's room, well the one he's staying in anyway.
"Hey you in here?" Enrique said as he opened the door.
Sure enough Oliver WAS there. He was packing his suitcase, tears streaming from his eyes.
"Erreur! C' tait une erreur!" Oliver said worriedly.
"A what-now?" Enrique said confused.
"Oh, c'est vous!" Oliver sighed. "J'ai rat vous a le plus de tous les jours!"
"In English!" Enrique was annoyed. "You know I can't speak French!"
"Vous ne parlez pas fran ais? Oh, yeah, um I erm...forgot?"
"Why're you packing?"
"Je ne sais pas!" Oliver spluttered.
"Again with the french!"
"Je suis d sol !"
"Smettere di parlare una lingua che non capisco! O mi rivolgo a voi in questo modo! Devi smettere di essere stupida Oliver!"
"Je ne comprends pas!" Oliver looked confused.
"Tu non capisci quello che sto dicendo, vero?" Enrique smirked.
"Non, je n'aime pas!"
"Just tell me why you're leaving!"
"I don't know!"
"What happened before, I talked to you and you looked like you were gonna spew!"
"D sol !"
"Oliver!"
"I panicked and I don't know why! Ok!?" He shouted.
"Non ho mai visto cos arrabbiato prima!" Enrique whispered to himself. "Oliver please calm down!"
"Non! Jamais! Se taire! Laissez-moi tranquille! Je...Je te d teste!" Oliver threw a pillow right in Enrique's face!
"Yeah like that hurt!" Enrique said sarcastically.
"Laisser!" He pointed to the door.
"Oliver!"
"Laisser!"
"Don't leave!" Enrique turned to the door. "Mi mancherai!"
"Je ne sais pas ... Je suis d sol ! Enrique! Enrique attendre!" Oliver sighed.
Enrique stopped, his hand clutching the handle. He looked behind him at Oliver.
"Did you want to say something to me?"
"Oui!"
"Well please don't say it in French!"
"Enrique, what did you say just then?"
"I... I'll miss you!" He sighed.
"R-really!?" Oliver blushed, looking hopeful and drying his eyes.
"Yeah, you're my best friend after all! See ya!" Enrique left.
"Meilleur ami? We are best friends for now, but I'm not sure how I'm gonna tell you that I want more then that Enrique!"
Oliver faintly smiled. He was accepted his feelings toward his closest friend.
"Mon ami! Je t'aime!" Oliver unpacked everything.
Translations:
Je vais maintenant! - I go now!
"Mistake! It was a mistake!" Oliver said worriedly.
"A what-now?" Enrique said confused.
"Oh, it's you!" Oliver sighed. "I missed you the most everyday!"
"In English!" Enrique was annoyed. "You know I can't speak French!"
"You don't speak French? Oh, yeah, um I erm...forgot?"
"Why're you packing?"
"I don't know!" Oliver spluttered.
"Again with the french!"
"I'm sorry!"
"Stop speaking a language I don't understand! Or I'll speak to you this way! Stop being stupid Oliver!"
"I don't understand!" Oliver looked confused.
"You don't understand what I'm saying, right?" Enrique smirked.
"No I don't!"
"Just tell me why you're leaving!"
"I don't know!"
"What happened before, I talked to you and you looked like you were gonna spew!"
"Sorry!"
"Oliver!"
"I panicked and I don't know why! Ok!?" He shouted.
"I've never seen you so angry before!" Enrique whispered to himself. "Oliver please calm down!"
"No! Shut up! Leave me alone! I...I hate you!" Oliver threw a pillow right in Enrique's face!
"Yeah like that hurt!"
"Leave!" He pointed to the door.
"Oliver!"
"Leave!"
"Don't leave!" Enrique turned to the door. "I'll miss you!"
"I don't know... I'm sorry! Enrique! Enrique wait!" Oliver sighed.
Mon ami! Je t'aime! - My friend I love you
I hope the words were right- I don't speak French or Italian! It's set during G-revolution. I think it's Luxembourg park, I think it's what Oliver called it. I know Robert's rich, but his Dad dosen't like the price of international calls so he dosen't want his son wasting money making them.