The two sat next to each other, legs dipped into the pool. Tired of the party in their hotel, they escorted each other out for some moonlit swim. The underwater lights and the moon were the only thing that kept them from knocking into each other in the darkness.

"What are ya talking about Hil?" He chuckled as asked. Their conversation had gone from "Yes, I still hate your cooking" to them remembering their old adventures together.

"I'm serious Tyson, you have no idea how much of a pimp you were" Hilary smirked and leaned back, kicking her foot up in the process.

"A…pimp?" Tyson tried out the word, "I have no idea what you're talking about" And the truth was, he really didn't.

Hilary stared at him wide eyed for a second before bursting out into a huge fit of laughter. The water splashed all around her as she clutched onto her bikini clad body. Tyson furrowed his eyebrows and moved his hand across the surface of the pool, making a huge wave that landed right in Hilary's face.

"Haha-I'm sorry Tyson, but you are insanely clueless sometimes" Hilary finally managed to say, her laughter dyeing down a bit.

"Wait, no I'm not! Why am I a "pimp" then?" He air quoted the word as he shifted closer to her, waiting for an answer.

"Tyson, you're 16 and don't know what the word means, really? Are you pulling some punk'd joke right now? "She raised her eyebrow.

"Hilary!" Tyson finally said.

"Okay okay, well a pimp is…someone, usually a guy," Hilary struggled to find the right words, "who has a lot of…lady friends" She promptly finished off.

"Oh, you mean like me?" Tyson asked, missing the concept.

"Yes Tyson! Exactly like you, that's what I'm saying!" Hilary threw her hands up in the air in an exaggerated motion as they fell back in the pool with a splash.

Truth was, back when they were 12 or 13 or so, she didn't mind that all these girls were coming up to say a nice "hello" to Tyson, but then when they were 14 and 15…things started to get a little…complicated. Hilary suddenly had the urge to claw every girl's eyes out whenever they came up and eyed Tyson up and down like they've never seen a boy before. And now¸ now that Tyson has "grown up" and gotten as deeper voice, a better body, and a boost in charisma, Hilary didn't like all this new attention he's been getting. So, she took this opportunity to find out if he really felt how she did, or at least was starting to.

She scoffed in her head and thought, 'Falling for your best friend…how cliché'

". . . is being a pimp a bad thing?" He asked after a moment of silence.

Hilary turned to look at him and found he was closer than he was two seconds ago. His hair was finally dry and had stuck up in all directions, but fell over his eyes neatly, well as neat as messy hair could be. His arms were resting against the edge of the pool, making his torso and chest look that much better. If Hilary didn't know better, she'd say he was completely and utterly showing off his newly found muscles…wherever he got those from.

And last but now least, his swim trunks hung low around his waist, any lower and it'd be getting a little R rated in here.

Hilary shook her head slightly, "it would be bad," she paused, "for your girlfriend that is"

Tyson shrugged before bringing his hand down to the pool to absentmindedly play with Hilary's hair that had stuck to the surface of the water, swaying gently.

"Then I guess it's great that I don't have a girlfriend" He spoke, his eyes making contact with hers the instant he said the word.

Hilary turned her gaze away, racking her brain for something witty to say. Finally she came up with ,"Yeah I'd pity the girl, plus she'd get jealous so much" Hilary added, daring to look back up at him.

"Why?"

"Let's see…Emily?" She got up from her spot in the pool abruptly, shuffling over to the deep end. A grimace always came to her head as she spoke 'that girl's' name. Every since then, Hilary had made it priority to skip the New York as a vacation spot.

Tyson watched her rise as the water cascaded down her arms and legs and the ends of her hair dripped onto the floor. He smirked as he too got up to follow her, "Too quirky" He said as he leaned over her shoulder slightly, bringing his body, closer to hers.

Hilary spun on her heel to face him, having to look up a bit, "Oh? Okay then, Matilda, was it?" Hilary asked her tone light and teasing. But in reality, she despised that girl too.

You could say Hilary was jealous but that was an understatement.

"Too young for me, if I had a girlfriend, she'd be my age, or maybe even a little bit older"

Hilary stopped breathing normally as she could sworn that sentence had a double meaning.

"Alright, then Julia?" Hilary spoke another girl's name, and again he answered.

"Too long distance for me, and besides, I don't like her" He simply stated.

"So you're saying you're not into long-distance relationships?" Hilary hoped to God she hoped he wasn't.

"No I wouldn't mind, but I would rather travel the world with my girlfriend." Tyson answered.

Hilary couldn't hide the blush on that one, it exploded on her cheeks against her will. Travel the world with that special someone? Does he meant…He couldn't be…flirting right? There was no way, Hilary had convinced herself.

'Two seconds ago he didn't even know what pimp meant!' She thought.

So she checked again…just to be sure.

"How 'bout Salima, or maybe even Mariam." She crossed her arms now tightly across her chest, tilting her head up a bit to make solid eye contact with Tyson.

"They aren't a bad choice…"

Hilary hid the glare she was about give Tyson and let him continue.

"Salima was kind and independent, I liked that," He made a quick glance at Hilary as he continued to speak, "but she's too…sugar coated" His face wrinkled up a bit.

"Sugar-coated?" Hilary asked.

"Yeah, I mean, she's not…unique. She's really cool and really nice but…not for me. I'd like someone who has a bit of an edge, and does something amazing. I really wouldn't want my girlfriend to be a beyblader in the first place. Kinda sparks the competition." He hinted on further, hoping Hilary would catch on.

"Like…?" She decided to let him go on before she made any assumptions.

"Swimming, I think that's really…hot." He spoke as he leaned in towards her, practically breathing down her neck.

Yup, his words held a double meaning, she was sure of it this time.

"And as for looks," He twirled a strand of hair between his fingers, "I prefer brunettes, with amazing ruby eyes"

Hilary stopped breathing for a good, 2 seconds, she was already so used to the fact that he was so close, and she was right. Tyson had been…flirting, unbelievably well at it too. Had he really grown that much or was this the Max effect? Because the last time she checked, he wasn't this tall, or this handsome, or this…foreword.

"Hilary…" He trailed off, leaving the sentence open for her interjection.

"Tyson." Hilary said tightly in response.

"Now you know I'm not that stupid," He leaned forward, so that his forehead rested lightly against hers, daring to kiss her and pull her into his body.

"Tyson…" Hilary almost growled this time, his name slipping through her clenched teeth. She brought her hands up to run them through hair, lightly tugging at the roots, but then in a flash, she grabbed his arms and pulled him straight into the pool with her.

SPLASH!

Tyson kicked his legs back up the surface, taking a huge breathe with a gasp. He shook his head so that his hair was on ends again.

"What was that for?!" He practically yelled as he regained his breath.

"Tyson! You're supposed to be stupid, I mean dense and oblivious! Not some actually smart guy who's suddenly gotten really hot because of a stupid little thing called puberty!" Hilary spat out, her chest heaving up and down as she tried to regain her breath.

"Oh so now when I actually know what you're talking about, you'd rather have me act like I was 10 again?" Tyson yelled back.

"Yes!" She screamed, the pool area filled with a small echo as she waited it for it to die down, "Tyson, you're not supposed to be smart, you're not even supposed to know what flirting is or better yet how to do it!" Truth was, now she was worried. If Tyson knew how to make the girls go 'ooh' and 'ahh' more than he already did, then she didn't stand a chance now, and his flirting didn't stop the chances of someone taking him away from her.

"Ugh!" She cried frustratingly, "You're not even supposed to be hot, I mean come on! Walking around like that can't make you that buff" She pointed exasperatingly at his toned abs.

"Well then news flash Hil, I'm kinda smart now! And by the way, I worked so hard on that flirting! You have no idea how many times I had to go to Max and as him for help...probably wasn't the best idea but...hey I tried! And I still need to ask you…" This was when he stumbled over his own words, "something…important" He finished lamely. The two stood there lamely in the heat of the moment before Hilary finally shouted.

"Oh and what's that?!" She yelled at him, her fists balling up.

He hesitated, but asked anyway, "be my girlfriend!" He shouted back, although it came out more as a command then a question.

"Fine!" Was all she said.

She lunged at him in fury and anger and passion all in one. This wasn't supposed to happen, neither of them planned it but I guess you just can't stop two best friends when they've finally admitted everything…even if it wasn't directly.

Her legs wrapped around his waist as he stood up right, his hands working their way around her waist and onto her legs, making sure she didn't slip out of his grasp. Hilary weaved her hands back into his hair and pulled him into the kiss. He'd never kissed a girl, she'd never kissed a boy, and both of them were saving it for the right moment, a moment exactly like this.

They pulled apart hesitantly, kissing each other lightly on the lips once more. Tyson held her tight against his body, as she practically molded into his sculpture.

"Okay so," She shook her head a bit, "…when did you decide to get smart?" Hilary chuckled as she leaned her forehead against his.

"I guess, this..." He made a small motion a the two, "came with the puberty package I guess" He shrugged lightly, smirking.

"Oh well thank God for that" Hilary mused quietly.

The two stayed like that for a while before Hilary unhooked her legs from around him and stepped back lightly into the pool that reached about waist level for the both of them.

"So, you're serious? About…us?" Hilary asked.

"Yeah. I'm more than willing to try it out, besides we gotta admit. There's a lot of sexual tension between us. Besides, arguing with you kinda does get me going," He said as he reached one hand up to his hair and rubbed the back of his neck nervously, "and I guess after all these years it took me this long to realize it"

Hilary smirked and stood on her toes, wrapping her arms around his neck, "Well then congratulations Tyson, you've officially graduated from being a pimp, because I know your girlfriend won't like that" She leaned forward to whisper in his ear, "I guarantee it"