Beyblade Burst Years And Years

Chapter 8. Lucy and Anthony

Lucy's POV:
    "KY, YOUR GOING, COME ON! I DID NOT DO MY MAKE-UP JUST TO BE GREETED BY YOU NOT FRICKEN GOING! I yelled, pulling him by his arm out of his bed.

"LET GO!" He yelled. "B*TCH. YOUR COMING"

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Ky's POV:
    And that's how i got ended up with Lucy and Anthony.

We were walking through a sidewalk. It was about an average of fifteen people on each sidewalk. So pretty busy.

"So...how was Christmas guys?" Asked Anthony, smiling from ear to ear.

I face-palmed of the overwelming memories crashing in. Impossible to dig out that loaf of garbage.

"Terri-"

"AM-A-ZING!" Yelled Lucy, getting out a pink lip stick from her designer purse. She took out a tiny mirror, ignoring our presence, she started applying on makeup, or what i like to call it, 'a death wish'

"So Ky...could you act like a kid?"

"What the-"

"Like...when you were younger. Just asking"

...i don't want to. But i could for this dear old friend of mine. ...just, leave out the time i punched his stomach.

"Oh my god, oh my god, can i please, please, please, have it~? With a cherry on top?" I asked, giving me sad puppy eyes.

"Woah, what the f*ck?" He laughed, pushing me away a little. I chuckled a bit.

"That was-"

Out of thin air, a girl walking by, stood out her foot, forcing Anthony to trip, fall, and land on his chin. 

Athough, most of us learned how not to cry, he always sucked at that.

So his lips trembled, always the first sign of crying.

Right behind us, we heard that girl laugh as if it was a really funny joke to her.

I immediately thought of taking out my gun, so i patted my jeans a few times while staring at Anthony in pain.

Then i remembered. OH, GREAT, SASHA TOOK IT, you know what?

"F*ck me"
        -Gordon Ramsay.

Then i felt a nudge on my right arm. "What do you want, Lucy?" I asked, annoyed.

She closed her mirror and placed it in her purse. But then, she dug inside it for a few moments until she slowly pulled out a poclet knife.

"Always prepared!" She cheered, turning her body around.

Name: Lucy AdaNalie

Past: Makeup

Target: GIRL WHO I HATE BUT SOMEONE (Sasha) TOOK MY FRICKEN GUN.

"Three...two..-"

"ONE! HAHAHAHAA!" yelled James, shooting her in the head.

"OH AND KY, I'LL GIVE YOU YOUR GUN BACK LATER, THANK YOU~!" James screamed widly, waving my gun in the air. With that, the driver, Wyatt Fritz, drove away.

"Boys....GOD DAMMIT!" She yelled, dropping the knife on the ground.

"Thanks guys!" Smiled Anthony, saving goodbye to them.

"Wait...YOU GUYS TOOK MY GUN?!"

"Actually, they stole it from Sasha" murmured Micah walking by.

....this is like volleyball.

Back and forth.