Beyblade Burst Years And Years

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Momo's POV:
"YOU CAN'T F*CKEN DO THIS-"

Nope. They shut the door on me.

Great.

I looked over at the psychopath who was standing behind me.

"Thanks alot sick b*tch" i snarled.

"Too bad they took away our weapons" he muttered, sitting down.

The small room was blank.

Grey painted walls with no furniture. And im suppose to be with this guy for twenty four hours which is impossible.

"...so..." i started. "How've you been?"

"Terrible ever since you came along" he snapped.

That was fast...seriously.

It kind of hurt me a bit. Like, right after he finished, i felt like a cannon struck onto the edge of my heart.

"Why are you asking all of a sudden? All you said to me was, 'Your a fricken Maniac, your a psychopath, you deserve to be brought to h**!" He yelled.

I sat down uncomfortable in front of him.

He sighed and sat up straight.

Actually..why did i suddenely tell him that? I hated him. He was so stupid! He was a maniac, he was a sick b*tch!

Back then he cried so much, it was funny as h**.

Now? I dont know what happened. He was just staring at me..blankly.

A moment later, he shrugged, slumped his back and looked away.

Sighing, he opened his mouth. "...did you actually care for me?"

My head shot up immediately.

Another cannon blasted all around my heart.

It hurted as h**.

It was like, instead of tears coming out of my eyes, it swooshed throughout my body.

The salty water weighing down my body, but somehow, blood also managed to rush up from my body.

I clutched my right arm, hard. To the point it stung.

I bit my bottom lip, cursing in my head.

He narrowed his eyes at me.

He had a bruised lip that made hin look kind of weird but i had a cut on my chin so i shouldn't be saying that.

"No. No didn't!" I lied, screaming so it sounded a bit real.

"..i refuse to believe that. All you did was call me names. You never actually hurt me. But your friends did. They would offer you to do damage to be but you refused..." he muttered.

The bandage around his head made me feel bad.

But anyway, it was true. I didn't want to hurt him so the farthest limit i could go is to call him name, i wouldn't dare to hurt him.

Here's the thing, im gay. Nobody really knows that except for Sisco and Liz.

And back then, the reason i didn't hurt him was because i had a crush on him.

It slowly wore off me ever since Ky left but now, looking back at him, he's still cute. Cute and hot now.

But he's gonna think im a total pervert!

I tried to hide my true disgusting feelings for him. I seem to be doing a great job...up until now that is..

I've been such a f*cken d*ck! I don't even know if he's gay too...

Im so...disgusting, how-

"...ok..thanks for the info. So you didn't want to hurt me, you had a crusn on me, and you still do. That's...nice to know.." he mumbled, starimg up at me.

How?

How did he figure it out!

I hit my face into my blood-covered palms.

"Sh*t! Im sorry! Im so sorry!" I apologised. I wiped my tears away but it seemed helpless. My tears are like an army. Everytime i fought back, it's like they're bring an endless back-up.

I forced my wobbly legs to stand up.

He's probably thinking im a sick, disgusting, dirty minded freak.

All those names rushed into my head.

It wasn't my heart getting attack now, it was now my brain. Everything is messed up.

I keep going down the wrong path, i keep messing up!

My insides are drowning and my outside are burning.

How is this possible?

This was going so, so...wrong.

This-

I felt a grip cling onto my hand, fingertips inside drowning by my tears.

He forced one of my palms to let go of my rough face.

He did the same to my other palm.

"Hey look," he snapped.

I popped my blury eyes opened, due to rivers falling down my cheeks and stared at him.

"I did had a crush on you so dont feel that bad"

I smiled at first. But then, i realized he used the word, 'had'

I could feel my face shifting to another rather, sadden expression.

"...im sorry im wasting your time.." i muttered.

"They forced us in here, we didn't have a choice....well, we kind of did but i already damaged Wink, im not going to do anymore"

The next movement be did was he gave a quick simple peck on my left cheek.

It was fast but it was like the warmth lasted forever, spreading throughout my wounded body.

He was going to take a step back but managed to grab his collar in time and bring his closer to me.

His lip was busted so it allowed me to have just a hint taste of blood.

But still, it felt amazing. Wonderful in fact. It was just what my life needed to patch up my soul again.

Just a friend. Or something more.