I'm finally updating. I'll spare you the whole book I usually write to excuse myself and just say that I was swamped. I am really sorry about that. This should bump me up past two hundred reviews unless my idleness chased people away.

Disclaimer: I don't own Beyblade.

Enjoy!

"I know everything about you."

Everything About You

You've got blue eyes and blond hair – a "Hitler baby" as Michael so kindly put it. You have exactly nineteen freckles in winter and thirty or so in the summer. When you blush, less than half are visible. When you smile the left corner of your mouth has a tendency to reach higher than the right, making you the only guy I know who doesn't look dorky with a lopsided grin.

You're right-handed – you tilt your head to the right when we kiss and have a right-hander's launch (which is always a few centimeters off center). When you sign your name it's an athlete's signature – only the M and T are decipherable, leaving the 'ax' and 'ate' to trail off in squiggles.

You love summer: the beach, ice cream, swimming, sunsets, and surfing. You want to teach me how to surf, but I'm not one for being humiliated, thank you very much.

You're favorite holiday is Christmas. You want to take be to New York to spend the holidays with you and your family, but we both know your mother wouldn't appreciate my company. Quite frankly, I wouldn't really enjoys hers either. Though I have to admit that when I came to find you back when the Saint Shields were after your bitbeasts, I marveled at how beautiful New York City would be in the winter with white, fluffy snow everywhere. I've never really seen a proper snowfall – not many people in my village have – but I want to. I want you to show me.

You put mustard on everything It's your favorite condiment and I can't see why. You even put it on noodles and call it your favorite food. You're trying to get me hooked, but it's not working. It will never happen as I keep telling you.

You could never choose between blue, green, and orange as your favorite color, but when I asked you, you blurted out green without thinking. You told me it was because of my eyes and for the first time I found myself able to believe some corny thing a guy said. Your sincerity made it seem not corny at all, actually.

Your birthday's June fifteenth, a day after the American holiday Flag Day. You're an only child. When you're in America, you live in a posh penthouse apartment overlooking Central Park with your mom. When you're in Japan, you live above your dad's hobby shop with him, unless there's a tournament on – then you spend most of your time at the Kinomiya's dojo with the rest of your team.

You think your mom worries too much about you and that she's never given me a good enough chance. You look a lot like her, but you don't act much like her. Although, she's supposedly a sweet person, so I guess you get that from her. Some of your determination must come from her as well. If you're so much like her, how come you love me and she can't stand me?

Anyway, you think of your dad as everything a father should be. He's laid back at times, but firm when he has to be, kind of like you. Sometimes he's your dad and others he's the older brother you asked for every Christmas until you were ten when the joys of public school opened your eyes to certain truths of the world. Ahem. Your dad approves of me, so your taste in women must come from him. Ew – does that mean I have something in common with Judy? I'll choose not to believe that – your taste in women can come from anyone on his side of the family, after all. Anyway, again, I understand he had a 'big brother' moment when he found out you were dating an older woman. I'm not sure how I feel about that...

Your parents aren't divorced like everyone thinks. They're not separated because of a huge argument either. They live in two different countries so that Judy can work in America with the All Starz and your dad can maintain his hobby shop in the country where beyblading began only a short time ago (a wise career move – Japan has more beybladers than any other country). Also, now you can be in the middle of the beyblade circuit when you need to be. Everybody wins.

One thing you don't like about your parents living in two different countries is having to choose between the two of them. For Christmas and New Years your dad goes to New York with you to celebrate, but you have to be with one or the other for any other holiday, including your birthday unless you go on a family vacation.

You'd also prefer not to have to choose between the All Starz and the Bladebreakers. You'll always be more loyal to the Bladebreakers, since they're where you got your start, but you feel like you're letting your mother down if you don't blade for her team every once in a while. Other than that, choosing the Bladebreakers isn't a hard decision – your return to the All Starz elicits comments about how the other team members will be put on the back burner so "Momma's Boy" can battle. It's all in good taste, you say. Yeah right.

But Michael and the rest of them are plenty friendly when you're not cutting in on their beyblading stardom. You've managed to remain friends with them all, despite it all. You're good at that. You could make friends with a fencepost.

That brings me to another point. You look for the best in people and trust them readily, but you're easily broken when that trust is betrayed. You're quick to forgive as long as the offense wasn't anything too distressing. If something really gets to you, you'll spend days milling over it, uncharacteristically distant. Those who don't know you won't bother you, but those who know you like the back of their hand (yours truly) know that you have to be bothered or you'll never talk it out. You're the type of person that has to, in order to remain sane. If left alone, you'll blow up sooner or later and it's never pretty.

When you go after something, you chase it will all your heart. You know what you want and who you are and you act accordingly. You chased after me with all your heart and I look back and love every memory. You do too, you told me so. You wanted a chance and didn't stop until I gave you one. One was all either of us needed. Now we're in love. You say you love me more than anything and I can see it in your eyes that you're telling the truth. I swear sometimes that the truth is all you know how to tell.

It took us a while to come to love, you not so long as me. Your feelings come more readily into words than mine.

Whenever I think of you and of everything you are, I end up thinking just as much about myself... There's something else about you – I'm a part of you. I like it that way. I like you that way, just how you are.

You know, as much as I try to condense all of these little parts of your character, I know that I'll probably never know everything about you and I'll definitely never come close to writing it all down on paper. To some people that would be a scary thought. To me it's the adventure and mystery of being in love. Your corniness is contagious, too, I should mention. There's another piece of your puzzle put in place. Maybe I'll finish it someday.

Yours, forever and always,

Mariam

P.S. Show this to anyone, and you're dead. Only you could make me spill so much of myself into a written sentiment that someone else could end up reading. Jerk.

A/N: Hopefully the length makes up a little for my lack of updates.

A lot of this was added while I typed it up because I just thought of it at the time. It's hard to write about everything a person is, so I did my best and kept it to things Mariam would notice more than others and I'm pretty sure it didn't work as I thought it would.

My birthday's on Flag Day. No one ever believes me when I say my birthday's a holiday. Well, it's on a holiday, but I say it is a holiday. (On that note, I didn't make up Max's birthday. According to severel sources, it's the June 15th. I was happy when I found it was the day after mine.) There's a reference to another Taylor Swift song in here that I'm sure some of you will be able to spot.

Um... I'll be sending out another notice to all of you who are contestants with the final deadline and some other information pertaining to the contest. Thank you all so much for entering! I'll probably say it a million times by the time we're done, but it really means a lot to me to be able to help spread the MaxMariam love and have you guys' support through it all.

I've also found a couple more MaxMariam songs that remind me of them. I'll post them on my profile once this is uploaded. They're both sung by Selena Gomez, since I bought her CD for my littlest sister Friday. She has some pretty good ones. Her and Demi Lovato; we got both of their CD's. I fail at writing songfics, so I won't be using them unless I get brave. There's one of the songs I'd like to use...I may try.

I told Kamakaze Jazzy I'd keep my eyes open for MaxMariam songs and let her know when I found anything so she could use them for her drabbles. (Hers are really a hundred words! My hero!) Also, as a note to her, I would've told you about "I'm Only Me When I'm With You", but I had wanted to write something with that one for a while, so I didn't. Sorry, that was a bit rude of me to say I'd let you know and turn around and write something myself.

On another note, has Fanfiction freaked out on anyone else lately? I've been trying to publish this chapter for hours and it wasn't letting me log in.

Anyway, thanks for everything!

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