"Ugh…so tired…"

Hilary moaned and groaned to herself as she tossed her duffle bag against the wall in Tyson's bedroom. It was a long day of training that they had finished and had come over to crash at his place, just like Grandpa had encouraged her to. It was very common now. Her parents were comfortable with it. They were glad that their daughter had an obsession now. At home, she claimed she's training the World Beyblading Champion, but they just saw right through her. Slowly the other gang members had dispersed into their own hometowns, but Hilary took it upon herself to ensure Tyson continues his training. And ignoring his obsessions, slept in his room for countless nights. Hilary usually felt like she was imposing, but at the moment she was very tired and hungry, and Hilary knew that if she went to her own home, things wouldn't really be as lively as her days went. She wasn't the kind of girl who would have a girl's night. Needless to say, she wasn't in the mood for that today.

Striding into the kitchen, Hilary found a note stuck on the refrigerator that was addressed to her. It was wacky script, obviously in Grandpa's language. Smirking to herself, Hilary pulled off the yellow sheet of paper and scanned her auburn eyes over the writing.

Yo Homegirl!

Hope ya comfy! Im out grabbing some veggies and T-Dawg's out on a jog-trot! There's some grub on the table you can grab. Oh, and if T-dawg's being a bogan, give the dawg a taste of the kendo! Later, lassie!

Love, Grandpa

"Aw, he's so sweet!" Hilary giggled to herself. Carrying the note in her hand, Hilary walked over to the counter, her hopes soaring for the sweet treats that Grandpa had left her. Once she got there, however, all Hilary was met with was an empty plate, sprinkled with nothing more than crumbs. "Hey!"

As soon as she let out that dramatic, gasping cry, the front door swung open, Tyson charging in.

"Hey there, Hil!" Tyson greeted cheerfully, sounding only slightly breathless. "You finally came!"

"Wh-where are my snacks?" Hilary whined.

"Your snacks?" Tyson reiterated.

"Grandpa left me something to eat but they're all gone!" Hilary complained. "I didn't even get to have a bite!"

"Oh, those were just for you?" Tyson murmured.

Hilary narrowed her eyes at the teenaged boy, who suddenly looked rather sheepish…if not embarrassed. "Tyson…"

"Heh…I didn't realize that…I kind of thought he left them there for anyone…namely me," Tyson admitted.

"So you ate them it all?!" Hilary snapped.

"I was hungry!" Tyson cried.

"You're such a pig!" Hilary stormed. "I mean, really, who really eats so much? You had a pizza for lunch!"

"Me!" Tyson argued. "For your information, I'm a growing boy! I need all of the food I can get! That's what Gramps says, anyway."

"When Grandpa find out you ate all of his snacks intended for me, you might not be growing for much longer," Hilary quipped. "Hell, I might not let you grow for much longer after this stunt!"

At this, Tyson pouted and cocked his head to the side. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"You're going to pay for eating my snacks," Hilary sneered, her auburn eyes glinting with anger. "Just you wait and see."

"Oh, I'm so afraid," Tyson drawled sarcastically, earning a growl from his…half-girlfriend. Tyson wasn't exactly sure where he and Hilary stood at the moment. It was complicated, he'd say.

"You should be," Hilary bit, marching straight out of the room and roughly brushing up against Tyson as she did so. Tyson looked over his shoulder and watched her go, his brow furrowing in bewilderment.

"She's such a drama queen."

After showering and changing his clothes, Tyson peered out of the bathroom and looked around cautiously before taking another step. He may have considered Hilary a bit of a drama queen, but that didn't mean he wasn't a little bit afraid of her. After all, she could get pretty scary when she was mad. And she had definitely been mad about the snacks.

Fortunately, his room seemed to be pretty untouched. Nothing misplaced and no hanging wires or potential death scenarios. Smiling, Tyson walked out of his room and down the stairs, to where Hilary was reclining on the couch in the living room reading a magazine.

"I should be afraid, huh?" Tyson remarked teasingly. "Yeah, you really got me, Hil."

The brunette simply continued scanning the magazine with her eyes, paying Tyson no mind. The navy haired teen was unaffected by her silence and plopped himself down on the couch next to her, folding his arms behind his head.

"Ah, you've got to step up your game!" Tyson complained. "You're getting all soft on me."

Hilary just continued reading, not even making a sound in response.

"Come on, Hil," Tyson prodded, his tone pleading. "I was just joking! You still scare me, ya know."

The brunette did nothing. No hum, no murmur, no nothing. Tyson, in turn, narrowed his eyes and folded his arms across his chest. He looked quite a bit like a miserable young child, but Hilary obviously didn't care.

"Hilary, please talk to me!" Tyson finally blurted, leaning over and practically settling himself in Hilary's lap, "I don't like it when you ignore me! I feel like I'm invisible!"

At this, Hilary smirked and finally allowed her eyes to fall down towards Tyson, who was pouting like a puppy and desperately gripping onto her legs. "You learned your lesson now, didn't you?"

"Huh?" Tyson murmured.

"I told you that you were going to pay for eating all of my snacks," Hilary hummed. "And you did."

"But…but…"

"Sometimes I don't have to get physical revenge, you know," Hilary remarked. "In fact, you seem to crack a lot quicker when the revenge is mental."

"Well, I can get over a little bruise or something," Tyson muttered sheepishly. "My feelings aren't so easy to fix."

"Aw, that's so cute! And sad!" Hilary crooned, causing Tyson to blush. "I love your gentle side."

"I don't have a gentle side!" Tyson protested.

"Oh, shush, yes you do," Hilary softly scolded.

"Nuh uh!"

"There's no shame in admitting you have feelings, Tyson," Hilary continued. "Besides, I already know how you operate."

"Wait…what?" Tyson muttered.

"I knew that ignoring you would be a lot more effective than hurting you physically," Hilary explained.

"Oh…" Tyson breathed, turning his head and staying silent for a few moments before adding, "I was wrong. You definitely haven't gone soft."

"Of course not," Hilary scoffed, picking up her magazine once again. "If anything, I've just gotten even more vindictive."