When it comes to the basic needs in life, there are three bullets on the traditional list: food, clothing, and shelter.

Hilary, while she might not have been picky in her childhood, at least had all of those things she always wanted. It was enough to survive, and keep her safe, and content enough. Even as a child, however, Hilary believed that happiness was just as important as those three things. Feeling loved and wanted were important.

And, at home, she never felt that.

Hilary thought that spending money on the frilly, stiff designer clothes was a waste. She was most comfortable in t-shirts and shorts…and not ones of the expensive variety. She wasn't a glutton like her boyfriend, and frankly, she didn't really care for a luxurious life.

When she finally turned thirteen, and didn't have many friends because she was too tomboyish, Hilary didn't know what to do next. But with Tyson, her life took turned over a new leaf. The girl who would lock herself in a room and dive into books, would now chivalrously squeal on adventures. Her parents blinked, amused by the sudden change in her, as she set out to see the world. More or less, however, it was an escape to finally be free. To be herself.

And to perhaps search for those missing needs that she so desired.

Eventually, she made friends. Quite a few friends, in fact. Ray, Kenny, Max, Kai, Mariah, Julia…Tyson.

Tyson. No one made her blood boil quite like Tyson. That stupid boy with the pitch blue and black hair and the chocolate brown eyes. The stupid boy with the warm, tan skin, and the sweet, puffing cheeks beneath his eyes.. The stupid boy with the stupid beyblade and the unbeatable determination.

Hilary had never cared so much about someone she thought she could never possibly get along with.

When she was with Tyson, she felt something she never felt with herself back home. Not the aggravation, of course. Hilary couldn't seem to escape that no matter where she went. What she felt travelling with Tyson, and not living at home, was that she was wanted, and appreciated. Even when she and Tyson were bickering and trying to go at one another's throats, they still cared about one another. Hilary could tell. Because she could feel it.

When they traveled, food and shelter could sometimes be hard to come across. Especially when Tyson and his lack of directional sense got them lost in a forest or the middle of nowhere. Oddly enough, however, Hilary was happier foraging for food with the young male than when she was at home eating her own cooked lasagna. And she was happier sleeping on the cold, hard dirt ground than in her own bed. She also didn't have as many clothes on the road. Hilary, like her friends, would just wear the same clothes every day, and wash them when they got dirty. But that was still better than wearing the girly designer clothes her old school friends would buy!

Her friendship with Tyson was the most important thing in the world to her. Hilary, of course, felt a little more strongly than that about him. She didn't know if Tyson felt the same way…he was a bit slow. He never talked about romance or love. In fact, he barely seemed to know what those things were. Unless it was about Beyblading Tournaments or food, Tyson was pretty clueless. But he was sweet, kind, and caring. Which was why Hilary had feelings for him in the first place. He may have been dense, but at least he had a heart of gold. He really did try his best, even when he didn't completely understand what was going on. She craved his attention, even more than food or shelter or clothing.

Even if Tyson didn't know what he was doing when he stayed up late to talk to her, or offhandedly complimented her on how good her hair looked when it was down, or playfully chased after her during training breaks, all of those things helped Hilary to feel loved. To feel wanted. It was such an unusual feeling, something she had always longed for.

And now that she had it, Hilary never wanted to let it go.

Hilary had figured that maybe those basic needs, if you had the right amount of love, only needed to be doled out in the bare minimum. She didn't need home cooked meals, a big fancy house, or designer clothes to be happy.

As long as she was with Tyson, Hilary felt that her needs were met.