Dreams

Dreams
"I have dreams you know. I dream that I'm going to become the world's greatest Beyblader! That I'll win all the trophies, all the victories, and definitely all the fame. Yeah. Dragoon and I are heading places."
"Sounds boring."
"No it isn't! You're just jealous because you aren't going to be the best beyblader in the world! Everyone's going to be worshipping me!"
"Sure Tyson. You justkeep on believing that. While you're at it, dream about a day when you won't show up late for class."
"Must you always put me down Hilary? And hey! I'm not that late. Ms. Kincaid's just fine with it!"
"You mean she's used to it."
"She's fine with it."
"Used to it."
"Fine with it!"
"Used to it!"
"Fine with-"
In his dreams, their arguments never stop.
There's always red and blue in herdreams. Sometimes the red is like fire, sometimes its blood, and occasionally it's blended into the blue and her dreams are all of meshed purple shades (purple and lilac). The blue is always changing, and at times it changes right in her dreams. There are blue shapes and words she doesn't understand in her dreams.
In her dreams there is only one thing constant, and that is histories of shadows andlight that hide behind dark brown eyes. Now and then, the dreams are full of darkness and the eyes blend right in, almost unseen. She has dreams of light, in which the eyes stand out of the most.
Just like Hilary can't put a name to the face, she can't put the eyes to the person.
She dreams of them every night.
He thinks about family a lot. Most of the time it's just thoughts about his childhoodwith his mom and dad before they left. Nowadays it's his grandpa hitting his kendo stick against his head which he remembers with pain, or Hiro's voice, telling his younger brother things he's not going to learn from anyone else.
"Blood is overrated Tyson. Lines are what define a real family."
The next day, Hilary is gripping the end of the stadium's benches so tightly her knuckles aretransparent, and he has to (not want to) drape his jacket over her shoulders to warm her.
"Sorry," she says to his shoulder. "I'm just nervous I suppose."
"I am too," Tyson tells her, only he's not, because suddenly he gets what Hiro was saying. Tyson is indeed a very simple man and he really doesn't understand a lot of things, but even he gets something that is right in front of him.
Hilary is made oflines. Jacket, hair, clothes, skin has stretched out boundaries all over her and it's like there's no end to them. There are more lines than the things between them. Hilary is clutching his jacket so tightly that it's gone transparent.
If Tyson asked, "Are you part of the Beyblade family Hilary?"
Then she would have said in a sarcastic voice, "Duh. We're all one happy family of course."
AndTyson would chuckle and snort. "Whatever you say."
After that, Hilary would lean towards him, and he'd probably go a little silent once he'd catch her darker than normal eyes. "Am I part of your family Tyson?"
Then he woke up to Hilary's fingers shaking him rather vigorously, his jacket still on her shoulders. "Tyson, wake up! You're up next!"
He yawns, stands up, exchanges a few mocking wordswith his brunette companion, exchanges a few cocky words with his opponent, chalks up another victory, and goes back to the bench.
She's still wearing the jacket. "Oh, sorry, do you want it back?"
"Nah, keep it on. It's fine." He wonders when he started getting jealous of some stupid red jacket.
Hilary smiles at him, Tyson thinks, 'the minute it was all she was holding onto' and he couldn't seeany lines.
They clash, that's the first thing she notices about them. In every Beyblade battle she's seen so far, Tyson's battles are the ones where they clash the most. She doesn't know whether it's his bitbeast, his beyblade, or just himself, but Tyson always creates havoc when he lets go of his rip cord.
Tyson is not one for the defense, and usually attacks heads on. And usually, his opponent...