[Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade.]
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The other half I'm only trying to let you know, that what I feel is true.
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What I Feel is True
Mariam couldn't believe she was doing this. As she stood at the granite countertop slicing and slicing, she hoped Max realized that she was only doing this because she loved him. And she hoped it was showing him that she truly loved him. And she hoped it showed her – his mom – as well. She wouldn't just do this for anyone – put herself through this agony and torture. They'd both better realize that or so help her-
"Mariam."
Mariam gritted her teeth and took a deep breath, forcing out her words with the exhale. "Yes, Judy?"
"You're not slicing those carrots thin enough."
"Well, okay then," Mariam muttered sarcastically to herself, going back over the carrots she'd already cut to make them fit for Judy's salad. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a glance of Max and his dad watching from a safe distance at the dining room table. Mr. Tate watched as if Mariam and Judy were a volcano that would surely erupt, and Max watched with a small, hopeful smile.
Mariam mouthed an "I love you" and his grin grew.
"Ahem."
She turned to face Judy. "Thinner?"
Judy smirked, shaking her head. "Thicker – ground carrots won't do."
Mariam groaned inwardly and, with a roll of her eyes, reached for a new carrot, discarding the shards of the old one in the process. At least she knew she was good enough for Max.
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[A/N: I actually really enjoyed writing this one, hence why I've got it up so quickly. I figured, what better way for Mariam to show Max she truly loved him than to attempt to get along with and help his mother for a period of time? That's some true dedication.
Only one more to go!
And Fanfiction is being a *insert expletive here* lately, so I bring you a drabble without proper line breaks.]