"I'm going to be a World Champion!"

"Yeah, yeah."

Twelve-year-old Hilary Tachibana waved off the exclamation of her classmate, Tyson Granger, while turning the page of her textbook. The sound rustled quietly in the calm, albeit a bit too loud as of late, atmosphere of the latter one's room.

Again, a yowl made Hilary wince as she menacingly cursed in Tyson's direction. Something on the channel had him yelling over nothing all over again, much to Hilary's dismay. He pointed his small finger at it and smiled widely while shouting, "Hah! I'm going to beat that guy!" The bed bounced slightly with his actions. "When I become the face of the sport, I'm going to travel all over and become a legend. You just watch me!"

Hilary gave the boy a flat look. "You're not even close. Hah! That silly game is gonna take you nowhere!"

Tyson growled. "Why you-"

"Yo homies!" Tyson's grandfather called energetically from downstairs. "Tossed some snickerdoodles out front! Come n get them while they hot, yo!"

In a flash, Tyson threw himself out of the room, while Hilary just sighed and closely descended behind, however with an ambition to get there in time and save herself from being deprived of cookies. Their argument was forgotten in the thrills of warm, liquefied dairy and sweets.

After getting the much-enjoyed cookies and milk, debating on who could eat the most and getting into a contest that led them both to get horrible stomach aches, they headed back upstairs and flumped back down on the bed. Trying to recover from bellyache, they sat there with complaining stomachs while regretting it the whole time. They hadn't even remembered to count how many they'd eaten to properly declare the winner.

"I bet... I ate more... Hilary." Tyson tried to stifle a groan as he spoke.

"Yeah, right. I ate... way more than you," Hilary taunted back with a superior tone. Tyson, not having the power to argue, or even fight back, just glared hard at the ceiling and grunted. Hilary smirked while holding her belly. They sat in silence for a few more moments, both just contemplating to the best of their juvenile minds' abilities.

After a while, Tyson spoke up again, always the first to speak his mind. "I ate more."

"Whatever," Hilary barked in an annoyed manner while rolling over. "Turn the TV back on."

Tyson grabbed the remote, while still lying face up, and flicked on the screen absently. Turning a deaf eye to Hilary's protest to not watch any Beyblading battles, Tyson sought pleasure to stumble upon the channel where a thrilling battle was taking place in a forest bey-dish.

Hilary sighed. "It's useless to argue with you." Reaching for the remote, she changed the channel to another one before Tyson could protest, where on the Discovery channel, a documentary about Jupiter was playing. Right away, the Hilary was pulled into the host's elucidation. Tyson's lips grumbled while Hilary just watched on with the attentiveness of a sloth, clearly knowing most of the facts already. Having had enough, Tyson just snatched the remote from her hands as she complained and reverted the channel back. The beybattle was drawing a conclusion.

At the end of the battle the crowd was cheering so loud you could barely hear the commands that were tearing apart the dish. Just as a cyan saber bitbeast was ready to aim a powerful snowstorm on the opposite yellow blade, the latter thumped itself harder on the dish, eliciting a powerful shattering quake that stopped the sky blue beyblade in its tracks. The beyblader, disoriented and confused couldn't make anything out in the mist, having no idea that a powerful rhinocerous bitbeast was rushing towards the overgrown transcalent saber with, horn extended and glinting in the stadium lights. Before the beyblader could retaliate, the final blow was delivered and the sky blue beyblade was sent flying out of the fray.

Tyson was on the edge of his seat as the crowd was shown on the screen in an amazed hush, much different from the riled state they were in just moments before. Even the announcer seemed to be speechless as he held the mike to his mouth, no words forming from its gape. Again, the ground rumbled with the extreme force of the attack. Dust, rocks, and debris sprang up from the point of impact, making it impossible to see the ending result of such a severe attack.

The referee practically screamed out the results, "And there it is! The winner is Charlie!"

The crowd roared once again. Minutes later, for what seemed like an eternity, the mist finally cleared, the spinning top chucked itself into its owner's hands, as he flamboyant flicked his hair. A last shot of the entire stadium from an eagle's eye view was cast before the channel broke off into commercial.

Tyson let out a cheer, "Yeah, that was an awesome battle!"

Hilary scoffed. "All that energy wasted on a silly game. Well, nobody would remember this stupid battle, but at least some people give a damn about other planets. I hate to be break it to ya, but you're just wasting time on this stupid game."

Tyson growled and immediately went on the defensive, fire glowing in his eyes as he yelled. "Yeah?! Well, no one asked you, Hilary! And how do you know, anyway?" he inquired. "You are never gonna be a beyblader."

Hilary waved her hand nonchalantly and sat back. "Oh please…this game is so stupid, not even the Olympics include it. And besides, even this battle was so predictable. Did you even see the runner up's blade. It was already tarnished, there was no chance of winning. Yeah that's right, you don't need a beyblading genius to tell you that!"

Tyson just pouted and grumbled under his breath, clearly not able to come up with something better than that. "Stupid know-it-all."

"What was that, Tyson?"

"Nothing."

After that they merely browsed through familiar channels, sometimes finding a topic to argue over and bicker like an old couple, and then calming down as soon as one of them was deemed the victor of their small, childish match. With a quick twist of his thumb, the channel had been changed and another show appeared. The two watched for a few good seconds before immediately getting uninterested and making Tyson hold down the button on the remote that would change it. It wasn't long before they realized that there was nothing good on to watch, and that Tyson was getting more and more irritated by the second. Hilary had to sigh as she watched the other get so mad just because she would lose another-no matter how mediocre it was-battle.

"Tyson, just give it up already. There's nothing on."

"Erg, yes there is!" Tyson shouted back, shoulders tense from the extreme button pushing.

Hilary made a face and stood up, going to the light to switch it off; she was tired. Again to herself, Hilary smiled as she headed back to the bed. Hanging out with this idiot is a lot more entertaining than being by myself so...

"Ack!" Tyson exclaimed with a look of horror.

Hilary paused from climbing onto the bed and looked over at Tyson, who was as red as an apple. She pulled herself up all the way before waving her hand in front of the other's face, wondering what the heck was going on. "Tyson? What's wrong?"

It was no use. The boy's eyes were glued to the screen and, once Hilary shifted his attention, noticed weird sounds were coming from it. As soon as Hilary looked, her face turned pale, contrasting to the bright red of Tyson's. "Uh... change the channel."

"I-I can't," Tyson mumbled. His face turned a shade deeper, if that was possible. His lips turned wavy as he fumbled for the right button to push, eyes still unable to leave the screen.

"Here, let me!" Hilary reached for the remote and tried to grab onto it. Just as she was about to pry it away, Tyson pulled it back.

"No! I can do it by myself!"

"Then do it already, and quit sitting there watching adults making out!"

"Gah!" Tyson dropped the remote at Hilary's exclamation. He glared at the fallen instrument. "Look what you did!" He pulled at his messed hair. "Why'd you have to say it?!"

"Because that's what they're doing!"

"Yeah, but-"

"Never mind! Just get the remote and quit gawking."

"I was not-"

"Tyson!"

Tyson yelped at the tone and jumped down from off the bed to find the black rectangle. After several long seconds, Tyson came back up with a look of terror. "The batteries fell out!"

Hilary furrowed her brows. "Put them back in!"

"I can't!"

Both began to panic even more. During all this, both of them failed to notice the quick change in sounds coming from the television. What was once just wet smacks, quickly turned to loud moans and pleasured mewls. When they did notice, something in them snapped, and they were forced to turn from their demolishment of the only thing that could save them now and focus on what was doomed to be stuck in their minds for the rest of their lives.

All the blood in their bodies rushed to their face, and to lower parts they never knew they had until just then.

"Unplug it!"

"..."

"Tyson!"

"..."

"...Argh!" Hilary hopped from her place on the bed and reached behind the back of the large TV screen, pulling the plug from the outlet behind, sufficiently ending the embarrassing sounds and images. She sighed with relief and turned back around to face her friend. "Tyson?"

"..."

"...Oh, great. What? Was that too much for you to handle?"

Tyson's head snapped up. "What?!"

Hilary smirked. "It was just two people doing stuff. From the way you look, I would think you'd never kissed anyone in your life."

Tyson scowled. "Well, it's not like you have, Hilary! And... um, yes I have!"

"Well then, would you like to prove that theory, Tyson?" Hilary taunted, an oddly misplaced glint in her eye.

"It's not a theory and- Wait... what?" Tyson leaned forward curiously. "How the heck would we do that?"

"Easy," Hilary replied while holding up her finger. "A test."

Tyson just stared at his classmate, wondering what kind of devious plan was forming in Hilary's mind, and also pondering on the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach that told him whatever it was that Hilary was planning, it wasn't good. He gulped.

"Okay, so..." Tyson stepped forward, as did Hilary. "What kind of test? I'm up for it!"

Hilary stopped for a moment and thought about it. The more she did, the more she really did want to go through with her plan-but she had no idea why. She figured it was just to prove Tyson wrong, like everything else she did was provoked in this same way. "Okay, get on the bed, Tyson." She gestured to the blue covers sprawled sporadically on the mattress.

"What for?"

"Just do it, alright?"

Tyson went up on the bed, a little hesitantly, and waited for Hilary to do whatever she was going to do. With almost the same uncertainty as Tyson, Hilary got up on the bed and came closer to Tyson, trapping him in one of the corners of the bed as Tyson kept scooting back as she advanced. When Hilary was face to face with her prey, Tyson shouted in her face.

"What the heck? Back off!"

Hilary did a little and glowered. "I'm trying to test you! Quit being stubborn, Tyson!"

"I don't get it. How is this a test?"

"You'll see. Now just hush up."

Tyson did and pressed himself further into the wall as Hilary continued to prowl her way towards him again, trying not to embarrass herself by chickening out. It was when she was less than a breath away that Tyson started to get the hint, and immediately closed his eyes as he waited for the inevitable to happen. He heard a hand press against the wall next to him, probably for leverage, and held his breath as he pursed his lips together. He flinched when pressure was asserted on them.

For awhile, it was silent. When nothing more than that happened, Tyson opened his one eye timidly. Hilary was staring back at him, eyes brows pinched together in a glare. Even in the dark of twilight, he could clearly see the crimson shade of the other's face. Tyson tried not to laugh. Despite his best efforts, a snicker escaped him.

This seemed to make Hilary snap, as she shut her eyes tight and dragged Tyson down by his ankle, making the boy lay flat on the mattress and yelp in surprise. Lips slammed against Tyson's, and she saw stars from the sudden change of pace and angle. The blood in her body rushed to her face again as she tried to gain her breath; she didn't have time to regain it after her cry of shock, and what they were doing was sure to make her lose her breath, regardless.

After awhile, Hilary pulled away, panting and flushed. Tyson was a pile of goo and confusion as he laid staring up at Hilary with unseeing, scared eyes.

Hilary faltered. "Uh, um..." she backed up to the other side of the bed, into the wall, trying to hide. "I was just...uh..."

Tyson didn't blink, he didn't move.

Hilary was much the same, except she wasn't breathing, either. It wasn't until Hilary was satisfied that Tyson was asleep that she got up and crawled back over to him. In the dark it was hard to see, but the silver moonlight flooding in was just enough so that Hilary could confirm that yeah, Tyson was asleep, and yes-

-A smile was firmly planted on the boy's face.

Hilary was confused for a few seconds before she just confirmed that Tyson was happy with her kissing skills; meaning Hilary was better at it, and that she had won. You didn't see her smiling all goofy like that, did you?

With a smile not too different from Tyson's, Hilary snuggled under the covers and closed her eyes contentedly.

That same night, Hilary went to sleep just the same as any other night.