If I don't update regularly after this it's because I'm sick. I'm going to try to update, but you know how being sick is.
Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.
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Fascination
The oceanic tresses rolled over his hands in a wave of fragrance. He brought the strands he grasped up to his face and inhaled deeply, admiring the distinct scent and the feeling of the silky waves crashing over him. In a half dazed manner, he pulled away and picked up a brush. He didn't encounter one knot as he ran it through.
"You have nice hair, Mariam."
She idly flipped a page in her book as he put the brush back down and combed his fingers through instead. He loved the feel of it sliding over his hands; it was almost too perfect to be real.
"You're a strange kid, Maxie."
He smiled at her light tone that indicated she didn't mean for her words to be taken to heart. He kept himself amused by twisting sections of her hair and watching them spring back to align themselves with the rest.
"I know."
She whipped him with her hair as she turned her head abruptly, having heard a creak on the stairs. Max turned, too, his actions slowed by the strange fascination he had with her hair. Mariam sighed and tossed her book aside.
"We'd better get downstairs for dinner before your mom gets anxious enough to come barge in and make sure we're not up to a certain something."
He nodded, coming out of his trance.
"I have one request." He turned back to Mariam who was preparing to put her hair back up into its ponytail.
"What would that be?"
"Wear your hair down for dinner."
She gave him a 'Do I have to?' look.
"I like it down." His eyes suddenly looked a lot more big and blue.
"Fine." She sighed. "At least then you can pass your drooling off as hunger." Mariam grinned and (unnecessarily) smoothed her hair some, allowing it to fall into a side part.
As she passed Max on the way out, he was sure to take a deep breath.
A/N: I think Max may becoming a little attached to Mariam, don't you?
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